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Part I. If you don’t know it, google it.

Bakugô was standing in front of his desk, arms crossed on his chest and one finger nervously tapping on his biceps. His eyes were glaring at the item as if it was going to bite him at any moment, his mouth twitched in an utterly annoyed grimace. He had already made two attempts at sitting to face the device, only to nope his way away every time.

« Fuck, » he growled low, walking toward his desk again, determined.

He let himself tumble on his chair in a loud squeak, opening his laptop which had been stirring up his anger for the past minutes.

« I can’t believe I’m doing this, » he mumbled, typing his password with shaky fingers.

His search engine’s homepage’s never been so hard to look at. It felt as if it was screaming ‘I know what you’re doing here’ right at his face and it pissed him off even more.

« Fuck you ! Die ! » he shouted, his fingers hammering the keyboard as characters appeared in the search bar at the speed of light.

Hoiw the fukjck doi you fyuck ther fiurst timr.

« Die ! » he yelled again, slamming the pull-down screen against the keyboard. He could see steam escaping the juncture as he rolled his chair away from his desk, his face and ears completely red.

Fuck, it was so embarrassing.

Hiding his visage behind his palm, he discreetly glanced at his laptop again, slowly making his chair roll back at the desk. Opening it again, the item seemed to have survived his owner’s wrath, and the screen lit up and asked for his password again. Retyping it, Bakugô’s mind went blank for a second in the anticipation of the results his screen would display, not sure about what to expect since he only got two fucking words right.

When he realized that the first suggestion that showed up was a song of Pink, he truly hesitated between exploding his computer or himself.

« Not even fucking close, » he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Ending on a song when he was looking for sex advices wasn’t exactly helping him with his nerves. Slowly unclenching his fists, he brought his fingers upon the keyboard one more time, and typed softer and slower.

Sex for the first time

It should do the trick, right ? But as he was ready to hit the enter button, his gaze got caught by the suggestions his search bar proposed him to complete his sentence.

Sex for the first time with someone you love

« The hell, you’re planning on banging your worst enemy, you moron ?! »

Sex for the first time side effects

« Side effects ?! What the hell are you talking about ?! You think it’s a surgery ?! »

Sex for the first time does it hurt

« The shit I know ! »

Red from the neck to the tips of his ears, he pinched his nose, feeling a headache coming. He had a hard time admitting it to himself, but the last suggestion actually triggered his curiosity. It wasn’t only about him anymore, was it ?

With a shaky finger, he pressed the enter button. It seriously was getting harder and harder to look at the screen.

Bakugô read several articles, dead serious, and fought hard to not take his eyes off of the screen when an illustration showed up. His face steamed from all the intimate informations and testimonies people shared as if there were cookies recipes. But he couldn’t afford to stop. The more he knew, the less he’d screw up, right ?

After few more minutes narrowing his research, he ended up on a sex-dedicated forum where a boy around his age was asking pretty the same things than him, wondering how to do things right when nobody in the damn couple knew what the fuck was going on and how to avoid accidentally hurting -or killing- his girl in the process. Eyeing the date of the message, Bakugô noticed that it was more than eight months old, which meant that this lucky bastard probably already went through his first time. God, he couldn’t wait for sex to be a casual thing so he could stop getting so worked up about it. Shaking his head, the explosive boy just kept scrolling :

The amount of pain varies from a girl to another, but keep in mind that the more prepared she is, the better it’ll go. I understand you’re scared of hurting her, sadly there is no way to know in advance what level of pain she’ll experience or the amount of blood she‘d eventually lose, it varies a lot from a girl to another.

« Blood ?! The hell ?! You fucking stabbed her in the head ?! »

See, girls have that membrane (hymen) inside them that partially closes their vaginas. Contrary to common belief, not all women are born with one, and for those who possess one, it’s not always tore during the first sexual relation, usually it just loosens. As I said before, stress would only be a negative factor so I strongly recommend you and your girlfriend to have a sex talk before you actually do it. It’s important to know where are both of your limits, and what are the things that appeal or repel you. Also, foreplays are not an option ! If it’s the first time, and if your girlfriend is up to it, some fingering can be nice to help her stretch.

« Stretch ? What is this forum even about ? Fucking yoga ? »

To keep the pain to a minimum, condoms are a plus since they’re lubricated (and obligatory as long as both of you don’t have your blood checked). Also, if you don’t know if she lubricates enough, some lube can ease the penetration, but usually condoms are enough.

« How the fuck am I supposed to know ?! » he jumped on his feet, pointing at his screen. « How the hell do you even know if it’s enough or not ?! Is there like an International Brink Of Minimal Lubrication Required For Intercourse ?! How do you even measure it ?! In litres ?!! Fucking morons it’s not something you can ask !!! »

Fuck, what was he even supposed to do about that ? Walk up to you saying something like ‘hey, the weather’s nice today isn’t it ? By the way, do you mind lubricating into this measuring cup I brought ? It’s for science’ ?

Science could go swallow his fat fleshy grenades ! For the slow ones, it indeed was a reference to his balls.

I think that’s all I can tell you… Just one more thing : first times are rarely a « one hour session with five simultaneous orgasms » like you can see in the hentai or porn nowadays. If you come fast, it’s normal. If she doesn’t come at all, it’s normal too, it’s more complicated for girls to reach their climax. The important is to be safe both physically and emotionally by using a protection and being clear with each other. Don’t do something only to please the other. If one of you doesn’t like something the other is doing, stop it immediately. And as I said, don’t skip the foreplays ! I hope it helped you a bit, good luck !

Bakugô’s head hit the desk with a strength that would have knock anybody else out.

« Foreplays… » he squeaked in his throat.

He completely forgot about them, focused as he was on the sex itself. What even counted as a foreplay ? Was undressing one ? Or was it still a bit too ordinary and kinda obligatory ? You undressed before getting in the bath and it didn’t mean you’re gonna fuck your shower head. But strip-tease counted as a foreplay and it was roughly the same thing, right? Just a bit… sexier ?
Did undressing languidly with a sexy music in the background before getting in the shower count as a foreplay then ?

No… It probably doesn’t count as long as you’re doing this alone. The true goal of a foreplay is to arouse the other, right ? Wait… Isn’t this the moment where couples use toys or shit like this ?

Were toys obligatory ? Should he buy some ?

« Aaaah there’s not way I’d go to a s… se-sex-shop… Fuck, they probably sell this kind of shit online anyway. »

He quickly erased his previous research, typed the word sextoy, and clicked the first link proposed. Unfortunately, the very first thing he saw when arriving on the sexshop’s main page was a promotion on XXL anal plugs with a man winking at him. Never did he hit the go back button so fast.

« Humanity is fucking lost !! » he yelled at his screen.

Maybe toys were a bit premature after all…

Bakugô sighed deeply. He never thought that sex would require so fucking much preparation…

God, it was why he didn’t even wanted a relationship to begin with…

He was gonna be a hero. The greatest hero the world had ever known. He didn’t have the time or the desire to mess around with girls like Mineta and Kaminari did. It didn’t interest him. It never did.

He never gave a flying fuck about those things, not even bothering with asking himself the basics to at least figure out what he liked. Boys ? Girls ? Both ? Neither ? For a long time, he thought that his lack of interest for all the dating stuff was because he was in the last box. Being asexual -or at least aromantic- would have been way much easier for him. He could have devoted himself to his career without being bothered by the common sexually and romantically active people’s troubles.

Finding a partner ? Flirting ? Dating ? Kissing ? Getting laid ? Not his fucking problem. All of this were just obstacles in his way to becoming number one, a waste of valuable time and energy. And he was going to avoid all of this without even trying, just because he was born this way.

It was perfect. Until you showed up.

He hated you at first, like he hated anything new, unwanted or unplanned. Just like some animals bare fangs or claws, aversion and suspicion were his first natural reactions, his own defence mechanism when confronted to the unknown. This wall of roughness and sheer assholeness he erected was usually enough to discourage anyone. Meeting you felt like he was peacefully writing his heroic future with a nice, elegant and meticulous handwriting, when you suddenly knocked down his ink bottle, drowning everything in an opaque mess. And the more he tried to mop up and clean, the messier it got, until nothing was readable anymore. You hurtled in his everyday life and ruined everything he took for granted or irreversible, interfering with his beloved loneliness. But as much as he complained about you being the biggest pain in the ass ever, he never clearly shooed you away. At least, not more than anybody else.

Feelings really could grow out of nothing…

The first time he realized the true nature of his feelings for you, which already took him quite a long time, he denied them. Surely was he mistaking. He couldn’t feel that. No way. Not him.

Why would he even feel anything for you ? That didn’t make any sense. So why ? Why didn’t he knock you down with a hammer when you caught him against the wall and kissed him on the last day of middle school ? The surprise effect ? Probably. But that wouldn’t explain why he grabbed your waist and reversed your positions to have you trapped between the wall and him for another kiss. Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to happen. What was he doing, letting himself getting side-tracked like that ? It had to stopped. All he had to do was to break the contact. But he didn’t.

He wanted it. He liked it. And that fucking sucked.

Damn it, he wasn’t even a hero yet and he already fucked up. What on Earth was he doing ? Why couldn’t he be strong enough to cancel all those foolish feelings ? Was he really going to let something as stupidly useless as a relationship ruin his plans ? He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t want to buy some for this. It would never be worth it. No matter how fucking satisfied he felt when he realized he had you won over, he would never let his goal get out of sight. He wouldn’t let anyone interfere.

He knew you were going to be in his way, and he told you so, unceremoniously. But you didn’t get angry. You didn’t even blame him. If anything, it looked like you knew he would say some shit like this, and you told him that you had no plan on curbing his aspiration. You had your own goals yourself, your own way to go, but you somehow still wanted to have him along. It was probably why the two of you have been dancing around each other for months : you were alike when it came to determination and ambition.

Shit, he didn’t even thought he could fall for someone who didn’t share his dream of becoming the number one hero. He didn’t think that strength was something that could be displayed outside of a match either, but he had to acknowledge that you were strong in your own way. Yet rather comprehensive. You weren’t the type to try to change him, or to beg for his time or affection, and Katsuki could feel that you weren’t forcing yourself down a road you didn’t like either. You were happy, and he somehow contributed to this. As surprising as it seemed, a relationship could apparently work out without the usual shit like… taking you to dinner, or buying you an ugly plushy at a funfair, or asking you out for a movie or whatever fucking clichés girls liked -or at least, what he thought all girls liked, but Bakugô’s knowledge about the fair sex was a bit meagre.

Being with you wasn’t time-consuming, and it wasn’t complicated. It left him stunned. Not that it would admit it out loud.

It’s been months since the two of you started to ‘accordingly spend quality time with each other’, as Bakugô said since the word ‘dating’ made him feel like the protagonist of a shôjô manga. Months since you kicked down the door of his beloved privacy and snuggled up in a corner. He wasn’t even aware it actually had room for someone else, since it sometimes felt too narrow even for himself. And the time he spent with you didn’t feel wasted. The words he exchanged with you weren’t regretted. The kisses weren’t forced, even if rare. He was perplexed, but he eventually came to accept the fact that he might just have found someone that could love him like this, without forcing him out of his grumpy way, and be satisfied with the little he had to offer.

Well, things could have kept going smoothly if he didn’t suddenly get horny all the goddamn time ! He wasn’t used to this, and he didn’t expect this either. He wasn’t really high on masturbation to begin with, and generally gave in more to get over with it rather than to pleasure himself. But when your memory started to tint his normally shapeless solitary enjoyments, it brought about a major change.

It hit him like a train. He needed you. He wanted you. The natural evolution in teenagers’ relationship. Fuck, why couldn’t he just explode the little voice in his head murmuring that you weren’t some inaccessible walking fantasy, but his very reachable partner, and that he could do all kind of things to you instead of masturbating alone in his room with your name on his lips ? But as soon as this thought infiltrated his mind, he pushed it away. It was too much. Too intimate. Too concrete.

« Screw it ! » Bakugô screamed. « If I’m gonna fuck, then I’m gonna be the best at it ! »

His perfectionism never left him. Sheer stubbornness, that boy.

Browsing through the whole forum, he finally found another topic likely to help him :

Hi everyone !
I’m a virgin and I’ve been with my boyfriend for few months now, and we both want to have sex (he’s a virgin too) but I’m a bit scared about what I have to do ? A lot of my friends had sex already but when they talked about what they do I’m a bit… grossed out ?! Like, they’re all talking about sucking their boyfriend’s dick and I don’t feel like doing this at all !

Holy heck, neither did he. He wasn’t ready for oral yet, be it at the receiving or giving end. The first one was still a bit arousing to think about though…

Is it normal to be disgusted by the thought of a dick ?? Or maybe it’s me being too prude ? What can I do to please him without a blowjob ? Are they specifics foreplays that boys like ? Thanks in advance for answering.

Bakugô scrolled to read the answer.

Hi young lady !

You don’t have to force yourself to do a blowjob if you don’t feel like it. It’s not something a lot of people can do for the first time either I think… Your friends are experienced, that’s probably why they’re comfortable doing this with their boyfriends now. You might come to want to do it or not want it ever too, whatever you’ll do, it’s your choice and your boyfriend will have to respect it. Nothing forces you to suck a dick if you don’t want to. Not all people like the same things and it’s okay, it has nothing to do with being prude or whatever. It’s a question of tastes.

I think all girls thought « ugh, gross » when they saw a dick for the first time. It’s not a sight you’re used to so it looks a bit… weird. It’s totally okay to stick to the basics to let you the time to get accustomed to your boyfriend’s body.
About foreplays that guys like, it depends of the person. Not all guys have the same tastes. The best is to talk with your boyfriend about your likes and dislikes before having sex. Hope it helps, see you !

« Talk about it… » Bakugô growled, head in his hands again. « Fucking great… »

He couldn’t even read a goddamn online post without dying inside and he was supposed to talk about it ? With you ? Face to face ?

Fucking. PERFECT.

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Part II. Always read the instructions.

Bakugô never ran upstairs so fast. The door barely had the time to close behind him that he was already barricading himself in his room, a tiny bag held tight against his chest. He heard his mother in the living room asking what the hell was going on with him again, but he didn’t bother answering. He was going to wait until the red hue scattered all over face had faded before having any interaction with a human being.

« I can’t believe how expensive this shit is… » he mumbled to himself, taking out a box of condoms from his bag.

He took the bus and went fifth stops away from his house to buy them. There was a pharmacy right around the corner, but his parents knew all the storekeepers and he wanted to avoid the ‘I’ve seen your son buying condom last week’ scene. His mom would never let him live it down. Not to mention that she would want to have some talking with him trapped between her and his dad and… Nope. Not happening.

Immediately, he hid the box of condoms in his night stand, under the climbing magazines he liked to read before going to bed. His hand remained on the drawer’s handle though, and before he knew it, he was reopening it and retrieving the box. Leaving it on his bed, he peeked outside his room. Nobody to be heard upstairs. Good.

Closing the door, he went to sit on his bed, busying himself with removing the transparent plastic wrapping around the condoms’ box. He then caught one of it between his fingers and pulled it out, surprised when all the rubbers came in the same time, attached to each other along with the instructions.

« What the hell ?! Why did they make a fucking tinsel with it ?! »

Here he was now, with twelve condoms resting on his knees. Cheeks heating, he stuffed almost everything back in the box, only keeping one and the instructions.

DIRECTIONS FOR USE :

- Use a new condom for every sexual act.

« Why do they even feel the need to precise that ? Are they really morons who think that washing and ironing it will do ? » Bakugô mumbled.

Lesions, pre-ejaculate secretions, semen, vaginal secretions and blood can all transmit infectious organisms.

- Tear open the package carefully. Do not use fingernails, teeth,…

What ?! So all those times he saw he girl tearing it open with her teeth in a porn was actually an unsafe move ? Fucking lame !

…scissors or anything that can damage the condom.

- Before any sexual contact, place the condom on the head of the erect penis. Be sure the rolled-up ring is on the outside. Leave space at tip to hold semen when you come.

- Squeeze tip gently so no air is trapped inside. Hold tip while you unroll condom all the way to the base of the erect penis. If the condom doesn't unroll, it may be on backwards, damaged or too old. Throw it away and start over with a new condom.

« Wait, those things have an expiry date ? Seriously ? » Bakugô said to himself, looking at the box under every angle until he indeed found a date. « No shit. »

- Immediately after ejaculation, hold the condom in place and withdraw the penis while it is still erect. Avoid spilling semen.
- Dispose of a used condom by wrapping it in tissue and throwing it in the trash. Wash your hands and genitals and surrounding areas with soap and water.

« What are you even putting on your condoms ?! Lube or acid ?! »

He stared deadly at the shiny squared wrap in his hands, as if trying to set it on fire. He actually could set it on fire, but never mind. Just the idea that he had condoms with him threw him back to being a helplessly horny boy. He couldn’t stop thinking about when he’d use it, his brain providing him censurable pictures of how you would like beneath him.

« Damn it… » he growled, feeling his erection growing.

He read somewhere that trying a condom before the first time could avoid few inconveniences, like discovering a sudden latex allergy, finding out that you bought the wrong size, or struggling putting it on for fifteen minutes. So Bakugô decided to put this boner of his to good use. If he was going to have an anaphylactic shock and end with his cock looking like a giant fly agaric, he would rather find out alone in his room. Without any witness.

He quickly sat more comfortably on his bed, piled pillows up against his headboard to let his back rest against it, and unbuttoned his jeans, gathering them around his ankles along with his boxers. He was already completely hard as he tried to open the condom as carefully as he could manage with his shaky hands. But the wrapping resisted, and Bakugô yelled the biggest ‘FUCK !’ ever before unintentionally blowing the condom up.

Dozens of sticky pieces of latex were now flying around his room like a very gross snow. Katsuki stayed still for several long seconds, his face blank, his erection gone and his pride shattered, as dispersed as the condom’s remains.

Dead inside, he slowly put his boxers and pants back on, and then made a point of collecting every single bit of rubber dispersed all over the room. He even found one sticking to the ceiling.

Fucking. GROSS.

***

« How to have sex with a dangerous Quirk » logically was his next research. He ended on the same forum he found answers before, which was his Bible by now.

« Hi everyone !

I need help ! I’ve got an awesome girlfriend but I can’t have sex with her because my Quirk is quite harmful ! See, I can pop thorns from all over my body but Quirks react to emotions and I’m scared to hurt her if I lose control during sex ! What should I do ? Thanks a lot.

« Tell me this fucker got an answer. Tell me this fucker got an answer, » Katsuki prayed as he scrolled.

Hi there !

You indeed have quite a dangerous Quirk, especially for people nearby… I haven’t try some myself, but I know that Quirk-suppressors exist for this kind of situation. I read about it online once, it’s like a pill you take before going crazy with you lover, and its effects slowly wear out about one hour after. I think it’s sold in pharmacy. But I don’t know the composition so check it if you’re allergic to something !

I hope it helps !

« Quirk-suppressors… » Bakugô grimaced. Nope, he wasn’t going to take any. He wouldn’t take that risk.

Alas for him, all the similar topics got the same answer. But he didn’t trust this kind of medicine. Those pills weren’t apparently commercialized for long, so he couldn’t find any scientific article proving him that it was safe for his health or that it wouldn’t affect his Quirk in the long term.

« It’s all up to me, huh, » he sighed.

***

You had a clear cringe when Bakugô opened his house’s front door that day. He looked twice grumpier than he usually was, which kinda made you feel like running away to hide under your bed.

« Wow… Bakugô, you alright ? »

« Fucking come in already, » he answered in a low voice, pointing the space behind his shoulder with his thumb.

You did as you were told and naturally headed to the living room, eyes scanning around you.

« Your parents aren’t here ? »

« They have a presentation at work. Some new fire-proof shit or whatever… »

You watched him tumble on the spare space on the sofa next to you, one arm thrown behind the couch’s back, his legs spreading until they crossed on the coffee table in front him. You could almost hear Mitsuki’s voice yelling at him to get his feet off the furniture, and it made you crack a smile. It didn’t last long on your stretched lips though, as you noticed how brooding and silent your boyfriend was today. He always was more or less grumpy, but today seemed to be ‘double-dose of grumpiness day’.

« Something’s wrong, » you said. « Wanna talk about it ? »

No verbal answer, but a shook of his head. Fuck, to think he invited you when his parents were away… could he be even more fucking obvious ?! Why couldn’t you just take the hint already ?!

« Bakugô ? »

He slowly brought his arms and legs in a more proper sitting position, hands crossing on his knees, his head low. He muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t understand a single word.

« Uh… I didn’t catch that, speak louder. You know you can tell me anything, right ? »

His patience dropped under the zero as he locked his gaze to you and yelled at the top of his lungs :

« I WANNA HAVE SEX YOU IDIOT ! »

He saw you freeze on your seat as if you just turned into stone, a stressed grin plastered on your lips while your empty eyes seemed to indicate that your soul already left your body. In front of you, seeking for a reaction, Bakugô was roughly in the same state, except that he was fighting a mighty urge to hit his head against the nearest wall. Repeatedly.

« You know, Bakugô, the sentence ‘you can tell me anything’ was a figure of speech… What the fuck… »

Eyes glued to yours, fists curled and fuming against his knees, Bakugô didn’t say a word. Was it your way to tell him you weren’t interested ? He hated it when someone was using doublespeak. Especially about a subject he wasn’t comfortable with.

« If you don’t want to do it, just say it, » he mumbled, his red eyes tearing away from yours. « You know I hate when someone beats around the bush. »

« Ah, it’s not that, I’m just… a bit taken aback. You’re never one looking for physical contacts so I’m a bit surprised that you want to… have sex, » you said, gulping.

« You’re evading, » Katsuki growled. « If you don’t want to do it, just say it, but don’t come with shitty answers like this. »

Fuck, he was feeling himself losing his temper second after second, even if he somehow knew your position wasn’t more comfortable than his. He felt like he made a fool out of himself and was ready to stand up and leave, not able to deal with this weird pressure anymore, but you got on your feet faster and pushed down on his shoulders to keep him seated.

« No, no, no ! You’re not going anywhere when we’re finally getting on this subject ! »

« Finally ? » Katsuki echoed, raising an eyebrow.

« What do you think ?! That because I’m a girl I only dream of flowers and kisses on the cheek ?! Breaking fucking news, Bakugô Katsuki, girls think about sex too ! » you yelled, punching the couch repeatedly as you kept going. « You really think I spent all those months near you without having one single naughty thought ?! You’re really as dense as a fucking black hole, » you smirked, emphasising the two last words.

Bakugô clicked his tongue at this. The whole black hole thing was a joke from middle school you never let go of, too proud of that time where you sassed him like never.

« You know, I’m kinda glad you brought this up, but… I meant it earlier when I said that I didn’t expect you to want sex since you’re not really into physical contacts in general. Sometimes it feels more like you tolerate it than you appreciate it, » you softly said and went to sit back right next to him, the couch bouncing under your weight.

To be honest, it was rare from him to initiate anything tactile. It was easier to let you come at him. But while doing so, he didn’t remember refusing the contacts you were craving that often. He just sucked at taking the first step.

When he heard a soft rustling, he knew that you just slid nearer. He could see your knee playfully bumping against his. Raising his head, he stared a long time at your face, as if trying to figure something out. He still hadn’t say a word since earlier, but you knew that your boyfriend was more of a thinker than a talker, and you were used to his thoughtful silences. He soon broke the eye contact, focusing on his crossed hands in front of him.

Well, he did it. He made his intentions clear and got your answer. He wasn’t doing so bad after all, if you turned a blind eye to his manners. But now what ?

He started a little when your knee started to rub against his. Damn, he could feel the discrete warmth of your thigh pressing against his flesh, electrifying him to the core. The gesture felt more intimate than all the kisses you two had shared.

« Bakugô, » you started and damn, did he hear an almost undetectable moan in your voice ? « Since you’re… finally okay with taking the touchy business to the next level, do you mind if… if we get it on a little ? »

He turned his face to you so fast he might actually have snapped his neck. What on Earth were you asking for ?! What was the definition of ‘to get it on a little’ ?! Google please, save him !

« It’s just to try ! » you shouted, waving your hands in the air. « I’m not asking for going all the way right here and right now ! We need a bit of time to get used to the idea that holy hell we’re gonna have sex ?! »

You said it as if you just realized it yourself, a shocked expression spreading to your features. Bakugô looked at you as if you were some of extraterrestrial form of life. Sometimes he didn’t quite figure how your brain functioned. And he doubted you understood it yourself. Girls definitely were weird creatures. From another planet.

« Y’know, I usually refrain from asking too much hugs or kisses because I don’t want to be pushy, but if you’re okay with it… I wanna touch you a bit. It can be like some sort of first step ? »

He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, legs spreading in a defying attitude as he threw his head back on the couch’s back, his chin held high. He could do that. He fucking could. Fucking watch him.

« Whatever. »

Fucking tsundere.

Katsuki gasped when you came to sit sideways on his knees. It wasn’t a posture you were used to since it usually ended up with you sneaking your way to his legs, and him kicking your ass to the nearest chair saying something like ‘get your own fucking seat’. But since he seemed so compliant today, you decided it might be the occasion to get some of the touch you craved and never dared to claim. Passing your arms around him, you leaned against his chest and nuzzled in the crook of his neck, humming softly.

Bakugô stayed stiff at first, as comfortable as a cleric at the shooting of one his parishioner’s sextape. After a moment though, he brought his own arms around your form, holding you against his body. He deposed a light press of his lips against your forehead, furtive and ethereal, as if wanting you to doubt that it really happened. But you knew it did.

Slowly, you kissed the exposed skin of his neck, making your way up until you reached the spot right behind his ear. Your hands naturally came to tug at his shirt, bringing him closer, as close as possible, and you felt his hair brush over your skin as Katsuki turned his head to lock his lips to yours. It was rare for him to take this kind of initiative, so you knew that when he did, it was meaningful. It held a feeling, a thought, a word, you could tell just with the slowness and warmth he was kissing you.

You unconsciously wiggled on his knees, trying to find a more comfortable position, and ended up straddling him without giving it much thought. He, on the other hand, was giving it a lot of thought.

« Doesn’t that dumbass realize that her crotch is against my fucking own?! »

Despite his mood, his hands were craving to touch you now, fingers twitching helplessly few inches away from your hips. Changing his mind, his palms landed on your knees and went upwards, fondling your thighs a bit roughly. He heard you sigh against his mouth as he did so, and you kissed him with more fervency. Your lips crushed a bit too hard on his, and you felt your teeth knock together, making him loudly groan in annoyance. He hated having his teeth hurt.

« My bad, » you muttered briefly before kissing him again.

Your hands had slipped past his collar, kneading the flesh between his shoulder blades and making him shiver. But the simmering that ran down his spine was nothing compared to the jump you made when his brain kinda gave up on the self-control and switch to the ‘fuck it’ mode, sending his hands flying to grab your breasts.

« F-Fuck ! » you stuttered, face visibly heating up. « At least warn me when you’re going to do something like that ! »

« And how am I supposed to do that ?! You want me to send a recorded letter ?! A homing pigeon ?! Smoke signals maybe ?! » the ash-blond haired boy yelled without removing his hands.

« A telegram, asshat ! » you shouted back. « You need to take a chill pill, Bakugô. If you lose your temper anytime I say something we’ll never do it right. »

You saw his mouth twitched as his eyes narrowed, but he remained silent. He knew you were right, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

« So what ? » he asked in a calmer voice. « You want me to take my hands off or… ? »

« N-Not particularly… » Oh ? Now it was your turn to try to act cool. « I mean… if you wanna go on, I’m not against it. »

Bakugô didn’t know, but to be completely honest, you probably had been thinking about sex for longer than him…

« So, in other words, you want me to touch you here, » he smirked.

He smirked. He smirked and you were fucked.

Katsuki couldn’t help but let his hands give your breasts few light squeezes that had you biting down on your lower lip. That was kinda hot of you. He could feel his own body starting to boil as his hands discovered the new sensation of your breasts weighing on them and the unfamiliar touch of your bra under your top. He never understood why boys were so obsessed with boobs before, but damn, he got it now, they were the most amazing lumps of fat ever ! There were like two oversized stress relieving balls, he could toy with them for hours.

« Uuuh… Fuck, I feel like those girls in TV shows who faint any time they make eye contact with their crushes, it’s embarrassing, » you whined, cheeks reddening as you fidgeted.

You brought a hand over your mouth, trying to not moan, to not focus on the palms pressing against your breasts, but it was hard to. And speaking of hard, Bakugô wasn’t having an easy time containing himself either. He could feel the blood of his whole body gathering in his groin as his brain vainly tried to process all that was happening. Holy shit, you were awesome. The way you looked, the way your breath hitched every now and then, in rhythm with his moves on your body… He felt like imploding already.

« I’m telling you, Masaru ! Those bastards won’t go away with it ! »

The angelic voice of Mitsuki followed by the sound of a slamming door made the temperature dropped from ‘volcanic eruption’ to ‘Arctic Ocean’. Bakugô’s face went from a reddened hue to the purest white as he literally threw you into the opposite armchair, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. The two of you tried to look as neutral as you could as you heard Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugô enter the living room.

« Goddamn motherfuckers I’ll cut their fucking ba- oh, hi sweetie ! » Mitsuki’s tone immediately changed as she saw you. « I didn’t know you were supposed to come… Katsuki, I hope you cleaned the house a bit before, » she added with a frown.

« Leave me the fuck alone, » he groaned.

« Watch it, kid, » his mother warned with a clear threat in her voice.

« Stop it, you two, » Masaru stepped in. « Hello, dear, » he smiled at you before focusing back on his problematic family. « Don’t start arguing over nothing, okay ? I’m pretty sure neither of you want to give a bad impression in front of our guest. »

Mitsuki made a face. Her husband always knew how to calm her down and always had way more chill than her and her son together. Something she was grateful for, this family needed a mediator. And indeed, she didn’t want you to think she was some crazy-and-always-yelling-mom or something. She was absolutely fond of you, and also grateful that someone was willingly dating his shitty son. The ‘willingly’ part wasn’t immediately a matter of course though. At the very beginning of your relationship, she even asked you if you had been too scared to turn her son down or something like that. You thought she was joking and responded accordingly, relating that he simply used the Stockholm syndrome to hit on you, locking you up in a cage and waiting for you to fall in love with him.

You really didn’t expect her to believe you. Hopefully for Katsuki’s ass, you refuted your words before she could roast it.

« Katsuki probably talks enough behind my back as it is, no need for me to throw a tantrum in front of her, Masaru is right, » Mitsuki thought and sighed.

« Something happened ? » you asked. « Bakugô told me you had a presentation. »

« Yeah and the fucking assholes from another department fucking copied our ideas and presented it before us ! I’m so fucking mad right now !! » Mitsuki groaned.

« Like we care !!! Why don’t you go in the kitchen with Dad to talk about the shitty work ?! » Katsuki yelled, unable to stand their presence anymore.

He felt like his parents would be able to tell what was going on in here before they got in if they stayed for too long. Hopefully, Masaru got his wife under control and they both went out of the room before the situation escalated. Katsuki squeezed the pillow he had grabbed to hide his boner between his arms and waited for his relatives to be gone.

« I’m gonna go home, I think it’s better for today… » you told him.

Good evening, Frustration…

« Fucking party poopers… » he groaned as he stood up to see you to the door.

« Well… see you later, Bakugô, » you said, looking a bit disappointed too.

The door was almost completely closed by the time you heard his voice again.

« Drop it already. »

The inconsistency of the situation made you stop and look back.

« Drop what ? »

« The last name, ob-fucking-viously you idiot. » 

The next thing you knew, the door was closed.

***

Bakugô bit hard on his pillow as he came under his blanket, trying to get all of his cum in his hand to not let suspicious stains on his sheets.

« Fuck, » he breathed out, throwing the cover away and getting his boxer back on with his clean hand.

It was a good thing his house was big enough so he had a bathroom for himself. He knew his parents were night owls and wouldn’t survive it if they caught him like this. Washing his hands and passing a bit of cold water over his face, Katsuki sighed deeply. If he thought he reached the top level of horniness before, it was nothing compared to the state you left him after his parents came home too early. He’d been thinking about you the whole evening, and then the whole night. It almost felt like you were still here, your presence wrapped around his body and mind.

Shuffling his feet back to his bed, he let himself fall and bounce on the mattress.

« Well, at least now I know those damn things fit, » he grumbled, putting the box of condoms back in his drawer. He tried one before jerking off. To be exact, he tried three of them, but he tore the first up and never successfully put the second on.

Bakugô fidgeted in his sheets for few long minutes, unable to fall asleep. Being aroused at night thinking about you was one thing, but knowing that the two you were officially gonna have sex together was something else. It was concrete. God helped him.

However, after today’s interruption, he couldn’t help but think that finding the right place to do it might be the most difficult part. His parents usually were at home at the same time than him, and the same went for you.

« Fuck, so it can’t be at my place… And it can’t be at hers either. So what ? A love hotel ? Ugh, that’s so fucking seedy… »

There was no way you could do it while parents were at home. You needed somewhere where you wouldn’t be disturb and wouldn’t need to pipe down or whatever. Fuck, why was it so complicated for teenagers to have some solo time to bang ? Burying his face in his pillow, Bakugô groaned in frustration.

Chapter Text

Part III. Don’t sweat it, Katsuki.

The room was surprisingly quiet in this afternoon, the only sounds filling the air being the fast rhythm of fingers tapping on a keyboard and the regular groans of an eternally grumpy teenager. Legs crossed under his bum, Katsuki frowned at the results his keywords led to.

Foreplays girls like.

Because yes, he was this lost.

He skimmed through the topic once, but he felt the need to learn more. He knew that what he was gonna find wouldn’t be universal answers and that the best would be to ask you directly, but the more he learned beforehand, the calmer he felt about it. He hated to broach a subject he was completely ignorant about.

« Holy shit, » he sighed in a shaky voice, massaging his temples. « If I read one more line about sucking tits, I’m gonna go crazy. »

He had no idea girls could be this explicit about sex ! He always thought they were some prude and weird creatures waiting for their Prince Charming or some bullshit, but fuck, was he wrong ! For him who wasn’t expecting much from his research and thought he would end on some pinkish-flower-patterned forum with girls declaring shit like ‘I’m fine with any type of foreplay because I love him so much /heart/ /heart/ /kiss/ /star/ /heart/ /heart/’ written in rainbow colours… Well fuck ! It was a bit refreshing actually. He was used to hear boys talking about sex all day along, usually not in a poetic way, but girls ? He didn’t even suspected they could think about sex as much as them ! You really were right when you told him that even girls had dirty thoughts. Sneaky creatures !

« Katsuki ! » Mitsuki called as she opened the door of his room. But thanks to these incredible instinct and reflexes teenagers developed to no get caught the hand in their pants, Bakugô closed his tab at the speed of light.

« Never fucking heard of knocking before entering someone’s room, old hag ?! »

« Oh shut it, kid ! I don’t care what kind of porn you were watching, it's still my goddamn house and I have the right to enter any room as I’m fucking pleased ! »

« WHA-… No I wasn’t… »

« That’s it, try to convince your mother that you and your sixteen years of puberty know nothing about porn. I bet I could create a whole website just with your history. Kids those days really take their parents for morons… »

Katsuki could feel his face burning hot. No, he wasn’t talking about porn sites with his mom. This wasn’t happening. He was going to wake up from this nightmare. And kill himself immediately.

« At least I hope you’ve got healthy searches, catching you surfing among the MILF category wouldn’t help to ease the atmosphere at the next Christmas… Those women are around my age, you know ? »

« GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM ! » Katsuki yelled, throwing his mouse at her. Hopefully, Mitsuki got some reflexes too and shielded herself by closing the door right before the impact. She reopened it few seconds later, a toothy grin plastered on her face.

« By the way… I was here to tell you that the poor girl you somehow trapped in a relationship with your weak ass is here. »

« I fucking hate her…. » Katsuki thought as he stood up, hands buried deep down in his pocket as he slouched his way down the stairs.

« Stand up straight, and pull those goddamn pants up already ! » Mitsuki called to order, catching her son by the belt and yanking his pants upwards.

« Just leave me alone already, old hag ! »

He almost ran to the kitchen, sighing discreetly when he saw that his father welcomed you with a nice cup of tea, which was less humiliating than when his mom showed you an assortment of his most embarrassing baby pictures. You didn’t needed to see him on the pot, really.

« There you are, » Masaru smiled as Katsuki let himself fall on the chair next to yours. Mitsuki was following closely, shoulder resting against the kitchen’s frame.

« Hi sweetie, » she happily smiled to you.

« Hi, Mitsuki-san ! » you answered in the same tone.

Katsuki softly elbowed you to catch your attention.

« Let’s go watch a movie or something, » he mumbled, heading toward the living room, carefully avoiding any eye contact with his mother. You followed quickly, cup of tea in hands.

« He yells enough like this, you know. You don’t need to consciously bother him in his own room to provoke him, » you heard the soft voice of Masaru telling his wife, a slight reproach in his tone.

Mitsuki sat near him and poured herself a cup.

« I didn’t, dear, I just… teased him a bit, » she laughed. « Not my fault if he’s got such a short temper. »

« Yeah, I wonder whose it’s from, » Masaru mused.

***

Bakugô and you were still on the couch when the movie reached its midway point. You were comfortably huddled against his side, his arm around your shoulders, and could only appreciate that he let himself show a bit of affection while his parents were under the same roof. You did hear them chit-chatting for a bit before Mitsuki disappeared in the bathroom for a while now. The sounds of shoes on the wooden floor made you frown.

« You’re leaving ? » you asked as Masaru gallantly helped his wife with her coat, holding it open so she could slip her thin arms in the sleeves.

The question made Katsuki turn his head too.

« You’re going out ? »

« Yep, » his mother smiled at him, and he noticed that she was all dressed up, wearing a gorgeous skin-tight red dress, slit from the ankle to the thigh on one side. Her hair was a bit less messy than usual too.

It wasn’t like Bakugô didn’t know he had the prettiest mom ever, but he would rather die ten times than admit it.

« It’s our wedding anniversary, » Masaru explained, now struggling with his tie. « Don’t go to bed too late, okay ? »

Katsuki growled an answer and watched Mitsuki helping his husband with his tie as he looked at her with glittering eyes.

« You look beautiful, honey. »

« Fucking gross, get the hell out. »

« Shut up, Katsuki ! »

Masaru promptly shove his wife toward the door before another fight could break out. He was about to follow her when their son’s voice stopped him.

« Hey ! What time are you going to be back home ? »

Mr. Bakugô looked a bit taken aback by the question.

« I don’t know, son… We’ve got a reservation at the restaurant in thirty minutes but I can’t tell how many time we’ll be there… Plus maybe we’ll have a walk after or something so… Maybe we’ll only see each other in the morning ? We’ll try not to wake you up if we came home too late, okay ? »

Mitsuki’s head popped under her husband’s arm.

« I made dinner ! It’s all ready in the fridge, you just have to reheat it a bit. Don’t eat too late, okay kids ? »

« Yeah, yeah… » Bakugô mumbled and waited for the sounds of her high heels to fade so only his father would hear. « Good luck taking the old hag out, have fun if you can. »

Masaru smirked at this. His natural cool temper made it easier than Mitsuki’s to talk with his son, but despite how his beloved child acted around his mother, he knew he loved her. He just wasn’t really good at showing any positive emotion.

« They’re so alike, » Bakugô’s father smiled as he closed the door.

« Have a walk after, my ass, » Katsuki thought as he remembered the love hotel he was thinking about earlier this week. « Wait fuck, that means they’re as much as a cock-block to me than I am to them ?! Uuugh… nope, stop it brain, I don’t wanna think about how these two made me ! Fucking disgusting ! Ugh I’m gonna puke… »

« Katsuki ? »

« Fie ! Duck ! » he startled, a mix of ‘fuck’ and ‘die’. His brain just couldn’t choose this time.

It was the first time you called him by his first name, and he really wasn’t expecting it. But fuck, it was nice. The syllables rolled so smoothly on your tongue, so differently from the other people, it felt like hearing his own name for the first time again. It sounded so perfectly, as if his name had been created for your mouth to say.

« Fieduck ? What Pokemon is that ? » you laughed, even if you perfectly knew what he tried to spit. « You alright ? You were getting all pale… Are you hungry ? »

« Yeah that’s it, I’m hungry, » he confirmed, heading to the kitchen. You followed him, willing to help.

« I’m a bit amazed, you know, » you started, gathering plates and cutleries. « Your parents seemed pretty relaxed about leaving us alone. »

« Of fucking course they are, it’s not like it’s the first time you’re sleeping here. Plus it’s not like if I’m gonna throw a big party while they’re out. »

« Of course you won’t, you don’t have any friend to invite. »

***

Mitsuki cooked enough for at least five more people and you barely had enough room in your whole body to finish just one plate. And while you were disgracefully dying on the couch, Katsuki gathered the cutleries and brought them back to the kitchen to place them in the dishwasher. Most people saw him as the shambolic guy because it was a feature usually related to his bad temper, but it was actually the opposite. He didn’t stand the mess.

« Uh, I ate too much, » you complained, rubbing your stomach.

« Fucking told you that my mom doesn’t make any difference between cooking for four and cooking for twenty. Finishing your plate was suicide. »

« Yeah, but I don’t want her to think that I didn’t finish because it tasted awful or something. »

« The fuck ? You think you’re starring in ‘Come Dine With Me’ ? Who fucking cares if you don’t finish your plate ? »

« That’s it, you just won a zero for the atmosphere. I’ll give your mom a ten for the food though. »

« What the fuck you’re looking for trouble ?! »

You muffled a laugh in your hand. It was too easy to make him blow a fuse, you couldn’t resist.

Walking back to the living room, Bakugô switched off the kitchen and corridor’s lights, not noticing how dark it was outside already. It left the both of you in the dim light provided by the TV’s screen, its force and colour varying with the different atmospheres defined by the script. It was awesome, just how the absence of clear light completely set a new mood between the two of you. This intermittent darkness had something reassuring. Something intimate. His mind was getting clouded by the possibilities served up on a plate to him. His parents were away, he was alone with you, in a dark and quiet room, maybe he could…

« Uuugh fuck it ! » he inwardly yelled at himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. « The fuck am I thinking, just because the room is in the dark doesn’t mean it’s gotta be Free Pussy Night. »

Nonchalantly, he came to stand up near the couch, and discreetly glanced at you. When his eyes met yours, he knew you’d noticed the changes in the air around you too, but there was a sparkle in your look that intrigued him. Was it excitation ? Expectation ? Maybe you wanted him to do something after all…

The movie was now playing a nocturnal scene, plunging the room in a deeper obscurity, making it harder for his eyes to see you, such as he could only guess your form by the reflected lights on your clothes and the two obsidians glittering at him. The dimness made his doubts fade away along with the outlines of his surroundings, and he took a decided step towards you.

Leaning one knee on the couch, he cupped your face and closed the short space between you, locking his lips to yours. His mouth was moving slowly and tenderly over yours, parting just a bit to let his teeth nibble and tug at your lower lip. He felt the tip of your tongue teasing his own in response, and he eagerly gave up some of his sweetness to kiss you more feverishly. He could taste your tongue under his as it explored your cavern, and his ears didn’t miss the soft moan that escaped you.

« Are there things you’re not okay with ? » he asked in a raspy voice, his breath gliding over your mouth.

He was doing a good job, right ? Asking you about your limits and shit.

« I dunno… » he heard you murmuring. « I’ve got this feeling where, you know, you’re feeling super pumped up about pretty everything, but in the same time, you don’t feel quite ready for them yet ? I want to do dozens of things with you but… Later. »

Fuck, he got what you meant. It was what was driving him crazy. His mind kept on flooding him uncountable naughty thoughts of what he could do to you, but he hadn’t the practice or confidence it required yet. Fucking frustrating.

« I wanna touch you, » he blurted out without thinking. « More. More than last time. »

You looked a bit confused at his sudden confidence, but you didn’t reject him. If anything, you just nodded. You were okay. Holy shit, you were okay.

The movie’s atmosphere suddenly changed, now diffusing a range of warm colours due to a fire ravaging a building, steeping you in shades of red and orange, reviving your shaded bodies. The scene suddenly felt more concrete, losing some of its unreality to the brightness stagnating in the air. Grabbing your shoulders, Katsuki kissed you again and led your back down the couch, covering your body with his. You sighed as you felt yourself sinking into the cushions, the blond-haired boy’s warmth spreading all over you. You felt caged, trapped like this between the settee and your boyfriend, but weirdly enough, this narrowness had nothing unpleasant.

Laying on top of you, Katsuki felt himself getting sloppier in his kisses and moves, overwhelmed by the new sensations your joint bodies were procuring him. His hands were now unsteady on your shoulders and started to travel all over you in their eagerness. His mouth sucking on your bottom lip, he savoured the rolling of your breasts against his palms, fingers languidly tracing your blouse’s buttonholes from the neck to your stomach, only to retrace it backward. Your own hands came over his and undid the first button, silently giving him the permission he needed. Breaking the kiss, Katsuki sat up straight, trying not to weigh on your stomach, and unbuttoned your blouse until it was open and loose around your form, revealing the middle of your torso, your bra peeping between the two shirt-tails.

An orangey layer was enhancing your body, making it look much tender, much warmer too, conducive to the caress. Unable to resist anymore, Katsuki ran his hands all over your offered flesh, skimming over your shoulders, stomach, hips, everything he could touch, with an extra amount of time and attention for your breasts. Hypnotized, he grabbed them and squeezed them in his hands. Your bra was in his way and kept him from truly feeling them, but the insight he got left him dreamy. It was so… round and warm… A soft whine escaped your throat as he played with your chest, and your back arched and rolled below his hips. His hands were so warm, it was almost illegal.

« Fuck that’s too much, » Katsuki thought as his mouth dashed to meet your skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses from your chin to your groin. He could almost feel every single drop of blood running down his dick as you trembled under him.

His hands had grabbed your belt, clasping it tightly in his fists, as if trying to tear it apart in his need to hold onto something before losing it. He was on his way to sneak a finger under your bra when your shaky voice stopped him.

« Katsuki, no… no-not already… » you moaned, crossing your arms over your breasts. « Plus… I wanna touch you too… »

Briefly meeting your gaze, Bakugô nodded and grabbed the hem of his own shirt and took it off, dropping it on the floor.

« Holy shit you’re ripped as fuck, it looks like you’re photoshopped, » you murmured, eyes glittering at the sight.

You always suspected it since he was daily working out, a mandatory part of a hero in training, but you never actually saw him like this. You caught glimpses every now and then thanks to his racerback tops, but it was the first time you could watch him all you wanted. Not even trying to resist your desire, you brought your hands on him, fingers twitching under the throaty noise Katsuki let out, and let them slide along his torso with a slowness he envied. Your palms started on his shoulders, giving the flesh here few soothing rubs before going southwards, mapping out his pectorals and abdominals, everything that rolled beneath your fingers. The way you touched him with such lightness, such care, and yet such craving, gave him the impression to be written in Braille and deciphered by your fingertips. His partial nakedness was surely playing its part in this new sensation of being appreciated in a way nobody ever did.

Watching you with half-lidded eyes, Katsuki felt his breath getting even heavier and more irregular, his body’s temperature spiking up. He’d never been touched like this, and wasn’t used to be touched at all to begin with, yet every contact of your skin against his was driving him crazy. On the spur of the moment, he detached your belt and unzipped your jeans, uncovering your panties. Your own breath jolted in your throat as one finger ventured over the soft fabric.

« Fuck, I can’t, » he groaned, immediately taking his hands away.

« Uh ? Why not ? » you asked in a mix of surprise and disappointment.

« Did you forget what my fucking Quirk was ? Or is having panties soaked in nitroglycerin a suicidal fantasy of yours ? »

You grimaced at the harsh reminder. Indeed, his Quirk wasn’t the best for intimate things, but you wanted him to keep going, despite how weird the craving to be touched by someone who could blow you to bits was. Actually, this feeling of tempting fate was a bit arousing… You just had no more willpower to care about things that weren’t Katsuki doing things to your body. The way he’d kiss you, the way he’d touch you… It felt way better than you expected, and he was less reluctant than you thought he would be. Quite the reverse, he was as aroused as you, and God, the sensation of feeling desired was ineffable. The simple sight of him above you, all dishevelled, red eyes and pointy teeth devouring you, muscles beaded with sweat, was enough to set your lower abdomen on fire.

« I trust you with this, » you said after taking a moment to clear your mind and throat so you wouldn’t sound like the desperate mess you were. « I know it often looks like you randomly explode things in fits of anger but… It’s bullshit. When you use your Quirk outside of a fight it’s usually in a process of intimidation, or to emphasize something you just said… It’s always a conscious choice, it’s not like you have such a poor control over it. Plus, only your palms sweat nitroglycerin, right ? Your fingers are safe. »

Still hovering you, Katsuki was still dead serious, with a frown between his knitted eyebrows and his eyes fixed into yours. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to detect if you were giving him some dishonest crap just to comfort him, trying to see if it wasn’t the hormones talking nonsense just to get satisfaction. But it didn’t sound like it.

« If you ever, ever feel something abnormal or painful just… Do something, whatever will do. Break my arm, kick my balls, I don’t care, just get yourself the fuck out of there. Got it ? »

You smiled. He was being considerate in his own way after all.

« Can I make you listen to ten hours of One Direction, or is it crossing the line of cruelty ? » you snorted, only to regain your seriousness when he didn’t laugh along. « Joking, joking… Same goes for me, by the way, » you added, your own fingers slowly untying his belt as Katsuki watched you with wide eyes. « What ? I want to return the favour. »

« Stupid girl, you’ll be the death of me, » he breathed out as he felt his jeans loosening around his thighs.

« Death by épectase. What a beautiful way to go, » you smiled at his incomprehension. « It’s a French word. It means ‘to die during an orgasm’. »

Ignoring your flash of cleverness, his eyes almost closed, Bakugô watched you intensely as you stared at his crotch a bit, gulping down. You never touched a boy down here, but you knew for kicking one or two in the balls that it was a sensitive area. Frowning, you hesitantly rubbed your palm against the bulge trapped in Katsuki’s boxers, tracing slow and regular circles over it, your touch as light as a feather. The ash-blond haired boy’s reaction was immediate as he hissed under your hand, stomach quivering and teeth coming to bite on his lower lip. His hips had unconsciously started moving by themselves, trying to set a rhythm against your palm, to get more of it. A tight burn was knotting his lower abdomen and diffusing a tremulous heat through his whole body.

« Harder, » his brain gave up, ordering his voice to formulate his inner desire. « Press harder. »

You did as you were told and increased the strength in your touch, pressing your palm more fervently against his confined flesh, making him let out a loud moan. You could feel the warmth of his crotch under your hand along with the twitches of his cock, which felt a bit weird actually. You didn’t think this thing came with a multidirectional option.

« Fuck, wait… like this, » Bakugô breathed out, arranging your hand on his cock and leaning over so his forehead was resting against yours.

You heart skipped a beat at his doing. With just few strokes, you managed to have him moaning and shivering over you, his breath skimming over your face in an irregular rhythm. You never thought you’d actually see him in such a state one day, and it made your body twitch under his, wanting more.

Above you, Bakugô wasn’t even sure he would handle it one more second. His cock was getting harder under your inexperienced fingers, painfully stirring against the material of his boxers, as if trying to free itself. He could feel few drops of precum damping the fabrics already. Fuck, he hoped it wouldn’t gross you out.

« Aaah fuck ! » he yelled as your hand came to massage his balls out of sheer curiosity. You didn’t regret your choice though, given how Katsuki seemed to like it if the hand grasping the couch’s leather near your head was any indication.

It took him few long seconds to gather back some of his composure, but he managed it nonetheless. He couldn’t let you lead all the fun after all.

Transferring his weight on one arm, he lowered his body a bit, one of his hand skimming over you to settle between your legs, sliding against the fabric of your panties which were now radically wetter than before, and the thought that he was the one who caused this made him ridiculously proud. A soft moan escaped you as a long shiver ran down your thighs, and he noticed that your own hand had froze on his crotch, busy as you were absorbing the pleasure he was giving you.

« Hard to keep focused with someone’s hand between your legs, isn’t it ? » he grinned at your ear before nibbling at your lobe.

« Tell me about it, » you groaned.

Katsuki let his fingers caress your cleft, up and down, not daring to move inside your panties yet. You hummed and sighed appreciation, your head backing against the armrest.

« Katsuki… »

« Fuck don’t moan my name like that, you want me to blow ?! » he groaned in answer.

His hand was starting to shake under his growing excitation, but he continued to tease you, mapping your sex through the cloth. Your panties were slightly moved aside every now and then along with his caresses, and his red eyes locked on them in hope to have a better glimpse of your hidden flower.

« Hell, wait… I’m sweating, » he warned as he caught sight of a drop of nitroglycerin rolling from his palm to his fingers.

He took his fingers off immediately, catching his shirt and drying his hands against it.

« I really need to find something to deal with this, » he grimaced.

« Katsuki… » you sighed, barely listening. « A bit longer… Please… »

« Holy shit, you’re really getting into it, aren’t you ? » he smirked.

His palm was soon back between your legs, pressing against your soaked panties, even if it left you frequently, his clammy hands needing to be dried. Somehow, the short frustration made you appreciate his presence on you even more. Not wanting the pleasure to be on-sided, you brought your own fingers back on his crotch, feeling again the hardness under his boxer. Katsuki shuddered at the new contact, and his hips started to roll against your hand, greedy. The both were rocked on the couch with your bodies’ moves, hips jerking and fingers lost through hairs. Bakugô was almost lying flat against you, letting just enough space between you so your hands could move freely, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You suddenly felt him tense several times, shaking from head to toes as he stuttered.

« Haa fuck s… stop. Stop or I’ll… »

Realizing what he just implied, he performed a fast retreat to the opposite extremity of the couch, his back turned to you as he battled his belt and pants in muffled curses. He was still hard, but deprived from your touch, the excitation was fading away, letting what just happened sink in. Holy heck. It had been…. embarrassing… but also so fucking awesome ! All focused as he was on the good things he just experienced, he didn’t notice it when he put his shirt on backwards, and just sat cross-legged, his hands fisting the material on his knees. After all the dirtiness you shared, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in the eye. Too awkward.

Grinding his teeth, he glanced over his shoulder, only to note that you were pulling the same steaming face as him, your hands shaking on your shirt and buttoning the wrong hole.

« W-Well that was… uh…. » you started, seeking for an adjective that wouldn’t be too kinky nor too frigid. « …. Enlightening. »

Damn it.

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Part IV. Bakugô Masaru must be protected.

Masaru knew something was wrong with his wife. She had this distant look on her face, her eyes lost somewhere on the wall in front of her. Not only that, she also meticulously dried the clean crockery before putting it back in the dishwasher and starting it again. For the second time.

« I think it’s clean by now, honey, » Masaru noted.

The sound of his voice seemed to make her snap out of her thoughts.

« What ? What’s clean ? » she asked with a surprised look.

« The dishes, » Masaru laughed. « It’s their third washing… Not that it wasn’t funny watching you, but I’m worried about our next utility bill. »

« Oh, shut up, » the ash-blond haired woman grumbled and slammed her tea towel on the counter.

Masaru smiled at her pout, but didn’t tease her anymore. He knew better than provoking that beautiful dragon he married.

« What’s the matter ? » he finally asked.

« We should have talked to Katsuki ! » Mitsuki immediately replied, as if she’d been waiting for the question. « I mean, we left our sixteen years old son and his girlfriend alone at home, what do you think happened ?! »

Masaru’s eyes widened behind his glasses. So that was what bothered her all this time ?

« I don’t know, honey… It’s more a feeling than an assessment, but… I don’t think they reached this point yet. »

« Because they lacked the opportunity to ! Remember, we’ve been young adults too ! Anytime the parents were out, it was the Shag Party ! »

The brown-haired man grinned as some colourful memories flooded his thoughts. Oooh yeah, he remembered !

« Stop smirking you pervert, » Mitsuki smiled, whacking him on the shoulder. « I still think we should have talked to him about sex and all. I don’t want to be a grandma yet ! »

« You’re worrying for nothing, sweetie. Katsuki might have the temper he has thanks to a certain someone’s DNA, he’s always been taking good care of his girlfriend so far. I don’t think he’s the type to rush things when it comes to this. »

« Damn he better not or I’ll kick this brat’s ass all the way to Pluto and back ! But I never said that he’d rush things, it looks like he surprisingly behaves when she’s around. All I’m just saying is that they’re reaching the age where it’s natural to start wanting to do this kind of things. As his parents it’s our job to have a talk with him before he just blindly dives into it. A little of prevention never hurts, don’t you think ? »

« That won’t be easy for you to corner him into this… » Masaru laughed, already picturing his wife trying to tie their son to his chair as she yelled about birds and bees.

« I know. That’s why you’ll do it, » Mitsuki declared, making her husband cough on his coffee.

« Excuse me ?! »

« I excuse you, but you’ll still do it. »

« Wait a minute, Mitsuki… »

« Come on honey, think about it, it’s logical. First, you have an easier contact with him than I do. And second, I think no teenager boy on this planet wanna speak about sex with his mom. You’re his dad, it’ll be a man-to-man conversation, it’ll go smoother ! »

« I thought we would do this as a team ! What happened to the ‘raising a child is a job for two’ principle that you’ve served me since he was born ?! »

« Listen to me now, Bakugô Masaru, » Mitsuki’s voice dropped its sweetness as she glared into her husband’s eyes, letting him know that the negotiations were over. « If I’ve been able to carry and give birth to this living stick of dynamite after nine months of morning sickness and seven fucking hours of labour, you better be able to handle a ten minutes talk. »

Masaru felt a cold, deep feeling of despair seize him as he heard his sentence like a defendant in his dock. And he knew it was irrevocable.

« What do you even answer to this ? » he mentally lamented, vanquished.

With the same regain of willpower as preys showed to escape their predator in one last try, Masaru was about to resist his ferocious wife when the noise of someone’s shuffling shut him up.

« Morning, » Katsuki’s voice grumpily greeted them as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

« At just the right moment, » his mother mused into her husband’s ear.

« I can’t believe it, » Masaru thought. « He usually sleeps until noon but today he’s up before ten… It’s to think that these two team up without even knowing… »

« Well, have fun boys, I’m sure you two have plenty of things to talk about ! » Mitsuki joyfully sang, ruffling her son’s hair.

« Wait a minute, Mitsuki… Mitsuki !! » Masaru desperately called her, only to helplessly watch her leave.

All dishevelled but still too sleepy to protest, Katsuki’s eyes followed his mother until she was out of sight before turning to his dad.

« What’s her deal today ? What are we supposed to talk about ? »

« Nothing, » Masaru sweated.

His son’s red gaze studied him for several seconds. Masaru’s always been an expressive one, always wearing a palette of emotions on his face, hence a terrible liar. It was impossible that his son would miss the sheer distress invading his features, but Katsuki was surprisingly soft when it came to his dad, and he acted like nothing was wrong. Masaru sighed deeply when his kid’s carmine orbs slid past him, closing his eyes to soothe his nerves.

« He’s still a kid, » he thought. « Mitsuki is only getting ahead of herself again… »

Hearing a tinkling, Masaru reopened his eyes and watched lengthily Katsuki took a mug from the higher cupboard. The sight actually made his heart ache a bit. Since when exactly was he tall enough to reach the top shelves by himself ? It felt like the time when he needed his father to carry him was only yesterday, and yet…

« My mother was right, they grow up too fast… » Masaru thought, his eyes never leaving the flesh of his flesh. « God, I wish he’d stayed my baby boy longer, but he’s a young adult already… Maybe Mitsuki’s right after all. »

He couldn’t help the silly smile that bloomed on his lips in a mix of pride and nostalgia at the thought that his beloved baby was becoming a man. He was glad to see him growing up strong and healthy, but he also wished his son needed his old man a bit longer…

« Okay, what’s your deal now ? Why are you making this stupid face ? This family’s really starting to freak me out… » Katsuki groaned as he took place in front of his father.

« Ah, sorry, » Masaru laughed. « I was just thinking… about how fast kids grow up. »

« What’s this ? Your mid-life crisis is eating at you already ? I always thought that Mom would be postmenopausal before you’d start this shit… »

« Oh dear Lord, Katsuki… Never tell that to her face, okay ? A father shouldn’t have to bury his son. »

Katsuki snorted.

« The old hag taking me on ? I’d like to fucking see her try ! »

« Don’t underestimate her, son. She put you on this Earth, she can wipe you from it. It’s a good thing she loves you like she does, » Masaru declared.

Katsuki grimaced. He didn’t really like being reminded that his mom actually had normal and motherly feelings towards him. Affection’s awareness always made him uncomfortable.

« And I’m not going through any crisis. I was just thinking out loud. You’ll see when you’ll have kids, you’ll feel just the same. Monday they’re adorable babies climbing your leg like it’s the Mount Fuji, and Tuesday they’re teenager attending the best hero course of the country, exploding things and people here and there. »

He tried to drown the main information in a flow of details, but Masaru knew from his son’s face that he just understood where he was leading the talk.

« When I’ll have kids… Fuck I knew one of you would want to trick me into this !! I’m not having this talk with you !! Never !! » Katsuki yelled, ready to run away.

« You either have this talk with me, either it’ll be with your mom ! » Masaru threatened in a fit of bluff, and Katsuki froze immediately, face getting pale.

« You’re kidding, right ? » he mumbled, eyes locked into his father’s. « You wouldn’t dare to inflict this to me, right ?! You’re supposed to be the nice one in this shitty house !! »

« Well, as you’d say… ‘Fucking watch me, loser.’ » Masaru’s voice was firm as he crossed his arms on his chest like the thug he was.

Katsuki almost fainted at this. In sixteen years of existence, he’s never been so badly fucked up by his dad. It was Mitsuki’s job, dammit !

« Did you just fucking swear ?! You ?! »

« You thought I couldn’t ? » Masaru laughed. « Get back here, come on… I’ll make it short, I promise. »

Katsuki grumbled for few seconds, but listened. Head low and cheeks already red from embarrassment, he let himself tumble on his chair, waiting for his father to speak first. Masaru sighed at his son’s posture, looking nonchalant but betraying his discomfort, slumped on his chair with one foot on the brink of his seat. It wasn’t going to be easy…

« At least, please tell me, Katsuki… I’m not too late to have this talk with you, right ? »

Did his father just subtly ask him if his poor self was still as virginal as the day he was born ?!

« N-No you’re not… » he groaned. Fuck, the words were painful to say.

« Good, that’s a relief, » Masaru sighed, a hand coming over his heart.

« Listen Dad, I made my researches already, okay ? I know the basics and I’m not dumb, I’m not gonna screw it up. »

« Well, sorry to teach you that son, but everybody more or less screws up the first time. I just want you to be sure you’re going to do it safely so… If you need me to buy you condoms or something else, just ask me, alright ? »

« I’ve got some already… » Katsuki mumbled, face as red as a tomato.

Masaru’s eyes widened. Mitsuki definitely had been right to want him to talk to their son. Katsuki wouldn’t have buy something like this if it wasn’t to use soon.

« God bless women’s instinct, » he thought.

« Dad, there’s something I wanted to ask you actually… »

His son’s rumblings were barely audible, and Masaru had a hard time believing that he was actually trying to make the talk progress.

« What is it ? »

« Your Quirk… How… How do you deal with it ? It roughly works the same way as mine, right ? »

« Oh, true… A bit handicapping at the beginning, isn’t it ? » the brown-haired man smiled. « Buy a roll-on deodorant. »

« Uh ?! » Katsuki blinked. « What the actual fuck ? »

« I’m not joking, buy a roll-on deodorant. Roll it over your palms beforehand, the antiperspirant agents will dry your hands for a bit. If you don’t sweat, your Quirk won’t activate. Once you have better control of yourself, you can ditch it. »

Katsuki’s face went blank for a minute. It was so fucking simple, and yet so fucking effective… Why didn’t he think about it himself ?

« Some brands aren’t really good for this because they leave your hands half wet with a strong chemical odour… But others are pretty nice to use and don’t leave anything behind. I’ll give you the names if you want. »

« Uh… Yeah, that’d be… useful. »

If there was a God on this fucking planet, then he’d take pity and strike him with a lightening before this talk could go any further. Or at least move the kitchen to the roof so he could throw himself into the void and die.

« Can I ask you what exactly did you learn with you researches ? Don’t look at me like that, it’s not to embarrass you, it’s just to make sure you didn’t miss an important point, » Masaru said.

There was no God.

« Uuugh fuck it ! » Katsuki yelled in defeat, hands grabbing his hair. « Condoms aren’t an option, ask before doing something, life isn’t like porn, and girls are fucking twisted ! Here ! Did I miss a fucking point or can I just go hang myself already ?! »

« You can flee, » Masaru laughed. « But please don’t kill yourself. »

He barely had the time to finish his sentence that Katsuki’s chair was hitting the floor, the ash-blond haired boy having literally exploded his way outside the room in an angry scream which earned 15 000Y for the swear jar.

« Well, that went better than expected, » the brown-haired father smiled, pouring himself a new cup of coffee.

***

Without speaking of a habit, mutual pleasure wasn’t infrequent anymore. You started to get the hang of it, touching each other over the clothes in the intimacy of Katsuki’s room. It felt reassuring to know what you were doing with each other’s body, and those little naughty games happened here and there, when the both of you would feel horny and that any other form of pleasure was still out of reach.

Hence the fact that you were currently with your pants down your ankles, lying down Katsuki’s bed, your clothes gathered up until everything from your waist to your plexus was offered. You were trying to deadpan as many moans as you could, face buried in his neck, biting on the material of his shirt. His fingers had been teasing you for a while now, drastically less shy than the first time.

« You want them inside this time ? » your boyfriend’s raspy voice asked.

You looked at him with hesitation, nervously rubbing your knees together. Even if you felt prepared enough to take this new step, the fear of the unknown made it hard to word. Simply, you slowly nodded, eyes locked to Katsuki’s fingers when they disappeared behind your panties’ hem. Already damped in your wetness, they started to discover your intimacy, caressing it, savouring the new skin-to-skin touch, exploring until they found your entrance. You let out a heavy whine when his index plunged into your heat, feeling every inch of his phalanxes invading your intimate space, then slowly pulling out.

« Katsuki, » you sighed.

Above you, the aforementioned Katsuki felt ready to burst. The way you were lying under him, eyes closed, mouth agape and body offered and defenceless, with a part of him inside you was setting him on fire. His body was urging him to just take you right here and right now, and God, he’d have love to. But instead, he just slowly put his index back, mesmerizing at the new feeling of your flesh around his. It was nothing like something he knew. He was prepared for the warmth and the wetness, but the tightness and unexpected softness surprised him. The closest thing he could compare this feeling around his digit was the inside of his cheek. It was nice. It felt like your insides would desperately hug whatever part of his flesh he had to offer. Actually, it had him wondering if you could actually physically take his cock in. It just felt… so tight.

After a moment, he dared to insert a second finger, since you’ve been doing so well with the first. You yelped at the entry, needing to accommodate the new girth, but all to his eagerness, Katsuki started to move his hand at a fast rhythm.

« Damn it’s fucking awesome, » he thought as he watched how your body swallowed his fingers.

« G-Gentler, » you asked, stopping him by grabbing his wrist. « Don’t do that like you’re trying to beat the eggs whites until stiff. »

« Ah… Okay. »

When his fingers moved again, it was slower, more careful, giving you all the time needed to get used to his gestures.

« Can I return the favour ? » you asked.

« Hah ? » Katsuki froze. « Oh… uh… If you want to, » he faltered.

You hesitated a moment at your own proposition at first, only palming him through the fabric of his boxer as usual. Yet, slowly but surely, you slid your hand into his underwear and blindly sought his cock. Your fingers encountered it early and retracted, surprised by this first contact, but still took his member out, clumsily. You didn’t dare to look at it though, and shyly kept your hold on it as light as you could, as if fearing to break it with a single touch.

« Oooh shitfuck hell ! »

Katsuki’s mind went blank for a moment at the incredible feeling of your fingers around his bare cock. A load of curses was rushing to his mouth in an attempt of expressing how good it felt, but he contained the excess by crushing his lips against yours, forcing himself into silence. The kiss was nothing sweet, and you even doubted you could call it a kiss at all since it was just the both of you trying to muffle your moans against each other’s mouth, but neither of you seemed to care. Katsuki, at the very least, definitely didn’t when your hand went up and down his shaft and gave it an unsure squeeze for the first time. His hips jerked forward at the sweet torture, encouraging you as you discovered how to pleasure him, first thumbing the head of his cock, then curling your fingers around it in a tighter fist, pumping it from the base to the tip, covering themselves in warm precum. Katsuki swallowed any tiny moan birthed by your throats as your hand's moves became sloppy and ecstatic, his own fingers completely damped in your wetness by now, sliding inside and out easily while yours were going up and down his leaking turgescence with more confidence, sometimes so far that you could feel the tip hitting the naked skin of your stomach, leaving a sticky point behind. Katsuki’s mouth was closed around your shoulder, his bite smoothed by the thickness of your layers of clothes, trying to keep as silent as possible. His parents were downstairs after all.

« Katsuki, » you moaned near his ear, making him shiver. The ash-blond haired boy let go of your shoulder, busying his mouth with a kiss instead.

« Aaah shit shit shit I’m close, let go. »

« Ah, wait, » you said, passing one arm around his waist to keep him from moving away. « Since we’re already that far, maybe I can… finish you ? »

You never thought you would propose him that. Back in middle school, you had an ill-fated encounter with a bad porn where a man came all over his partner, with all the exaggeration proper to the X-rated industry. The actress could have drowned with all the cum the dude shot with his five meters range’s spurts. It grossed you out and didn’t really made you prone to have a close relationship with men’s homemade syrup. Yet it felt okay to do that with Katsuki. You just really wanted to pleasure him until the end this time, something you never had the occasion to do since he always retreated before the grande finale. He wasn’t ready to give himself over to you to the point where he would let himself come thanks to your hand. That’s why, when he heard your offer, he gave you a puzzled look. His brain was screaming ‘hell no !’, but his dick was yelling ‘ damn yes !’

« Whatever, » he replied, his head coming to bump against your neck.

That was a disguised yes. You started to stroke him harder, hearing him curse and multiply the warnings, unconsciously fingering you harder. Suddenly, he tensed and pressed you harder into the mattress, almost crushing you with his full weight as his hips became erratic. Letting out a long moan, you felt an unfamiliar and liquid warmth leaking all over your hand.

« So it does not spurt long enough to paint the walls white, » you thought. « Good. »

Arms coming around your waist, Katsuki squeezed you against him during all the time he needed to find a regular breathing again, his face hidden in the curve your neck. You held your soiled hand away from you two, watching with curiosity the thick whitish matter covering your fingers.

« Did you cum ? » he finally asked in a raspy voice.

« Ah… no, » you said. « But I still enjoyed it a lot, you know ! »

He let go of you, visibly disappointed, and got his pants back on as you tried to remember how to walk without shaking on your legs, heading for the bathroom to wash your hand. As he buckled his belt, his eyes lingered over his palms, his fingers flexing mechanically.

« I’m only starting to sweat, » he thought, a thin layer of perspiration covering his flesh from the wrists to the tip of his fingers.

His dad’s roll-on deodorant wasn’t bullshit after all. He had spread some over his hands before getting frisky, and not a single drop of nitroglycerin made its way through his skin before a while, which made it way more convenient than the first time when he had to wipe his hands every five seconds to not burn you.

A kiss on his nape dragged him out of his thoughts in a startle.

« You’re exercising at reading palms ? » you joked. « Forget being a hero, you’ve got a bright future in fortune telling. What is it saying, Ô great Bakugô born from the Holy Black Hole to see the future only to explode its face when it happens ? »

A raging vein popped on the blond’s forehead.

« Here, take a closer look ! » he said, shoving his hand in your face.

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Part V. A little bit of tenderness.

You had mixed feelings concerning Katsuki’s moving in U.A.’s dorms. It was several stations away from his house, which wasn’t very far from yours. Your own high school, however, was also few stations away, but in the opposite direction. This increased distance was trivial, however, compared to the safety he would benefit from staying at the dorms. U.A.’s security has been exponentially reinforced in the past months after all, and if seeing him less would avoid him being kidnapped by the League of Villains again, the price to pay was piddling. That was what you kept telling yourself when you set one foot on U.A.’s private ground, a visitor’s pass hanging around your neck and bouncing off your chest at the rhythm of your pace.

You stopped in front of the dining area, checking if you heard any noise through the thick closed doors. You had to pass here to access the rooms, but if a student from another school could almost blend into the masses, there was no way the people living in the building would let you slip without asking questions.

You knew that Bakugô didn’t tell a single soul about you. He was overly protective of his private life, the single thought of having to answer questions about a relationship that concerned nobody except the two of you was enough to make him want to punch walls. So if anyone saw you and asked you who you were, you’d have to lie, and you hated that.

« I wonder if Deku knows, though… » you thought as you entered the hall.

If he did, Midoriya never acted like he had a clue. Still, you suspected him to have guessed what was going on between Katsuki and you. He’d seen the two of you interact back in middle school after all, and he was also Bakugô’s childhood friend. He surely noticed little things that probably set him on the right path, but Deku was a good kid, he wouldn’t tell.

« He probably knows that Katsuki will throw him out of a window if he tells anything anyway… »

You shyly entered the hall, sighing in relief when you saw that nobody was around. Quickly, you made your way towards the nearest elevator, stopped at the fourth floor, and knocked at Katsuki’s door.

« H-Hey, » you nervously said, giving him a weak smile when he opened.

It was the first time you were meeting with him after his rescue and All Might’s fall, and you had no idea how you should behave. You just wanted to hold him tight and ask him over and over if he was alright, but you knew it would only have a negative impact on him. Only weaklings needed to be pampered.

« Yo, » Katsuki said after a moment spent scrutinizing your face.

He finally stood aside, letting you enter without a word. You tried to find something to talk about to act trivial, like the quite spacious surface of his room, or how you missed your station, but nothing came out of your tight throat. Putting your jacket on the back of his chair, you sat down on the floor and started helping him unpacking his boxes.

***

The noise of the cutter cutting through the tape holding another box closed made you turn your head. Bakugô was sitting on the floor nearby, his back turned to you as he gathered his books in his arms. You held back a sigh as you watched him, trying to guess what expression might be displayed on his hidden face. You were usually good at knowing what and how he was thinking, but not today. Today he was… closed. Leaving you locked out.

You felt a tightness awakening within your chest, making it hard to breathe. Today was the first day you were reunited with him, but it wasn’t the first time you were seeing him since the accident. You were there. You were there that day, among the masses assembled in the city, watching All Might’s last fight on the large screens hung on the many buildings. You were there when Katsuki was taken by the police, only few tens meters away, stuck behind the forces of order’s barricades. He looked so calm back then…

Your eyes lingered on his back, your hands unconsciously squeezing the shirt you were holding as if it was the one Katsuki was wearing. You really wanted to hug him, but it would only trigger his irritation and made him feel looked down on. Sometimes it was hard for your feelings and his pride to coexist.

« Ain’t you gonna say a fucking word already ? » Katsuki’s voice resonated. « Usually you can’t shut up and suddenly you’re playing the quiet game, what the fuck is wrong with you ? »

He didn’t look as upset as he sounded when he turned around to face you, arms crossed on his chest as his red irises judged you. You still had no idea what you should say. You didn’t dare to bring Kamino’s subject up to not rub it on, yet the amount of feelings you didn’t free by wording them was weighing in the back of your throat, making it hard to swallow, or even breathe, again. The worries you pent up were still to be delivered.

« I’m just in my thoughts, » you tried in a weak dodge.

« Cut the crap, usually you don’t fucking mind sharing them, » his tone was firmer this time. It was almost as if he was ordering you to speak.

« You wouldn’t like them, » you answered, focusing with all your might on the shirts left in the box when you heard Katsuki coming closer.

« Goddammit ! Stop giving me that shit already and spit it out ! »

You felt his fingers grabbing your shoulder to make you look at him, but you resisted and batted his hand away.

« Stop that, » you protested.

« Why ? Can’t even fucking look me in the eye now ? »

« Better not. »

« But fucking hell, WHY ?! »

« It’s just… fuck ! I know what kind of face I’m making right now, okay ?! » you yelled as you stood up and turned around, eyes locked at his feet. « I know there is worry written all over my goddamn face and that you hate it when someone looks at you as if you were some kid who lost his mom in the supermarket ! I’m just… trying to give you the blind eye you need me to turn on what happened… I know you feel at your lowest and that I’m the last person you want to witness it, I know that you need me to keep cheering on you with a stupid smiley face as if I never doubted that you would win against those Villains, as if I never ceased to think that nothing could happen to the number one toughest hero, but… »

You made a pause, finally looking up, your eyes meeting his for the first time as a nervous smile shook your lips, warm tears making their way down your chin.

« I can’t trick you into thinking I’m alright, you’re too much of a smartass to be fooled by a fake happy face anyway, right ? But if I start worrying for you… it means that I don’t trust you enough, right ? It means that I think you’re not unbeatable and I know too much the effect it can have on your self-confidence. It would be like a betrayal to you and the last thing I want is the ‘how dare you have doubts about me being the number one !’ talk so… Katsuki… I have no idea… what I should do… »

Standing in front of you, hands deep in his pockets, Katsuki’s gaze was fixed on you, but not as aggressive as you thought it would be. In fact, you didn’t see any anger on his face, he just looked… annoyed. But not surprised by your speech.

Sighing, one of his hands came out of his black jeans and scratched his nape as he walked toward you. It finally landed behind your neck as your head was smashed against his shoulder, his palm warm against your scalp.

« Cry it out already, jackass, » he commanded.

Those simple words unlocked every restriction you had put on yourself before, and you felt your heart take a lump. You tried to resist, tried to muffle your whines by biting on your lower lip, tried to order the tears gathered in your orbs to not fall, but you let out a whimper, then a second, then a third… The second after, Katsuki was having you crying out loud as your fists held on his shirt, warm tears dampening it, leaving dark and blurry circular marks in their trails.

« Fucking knew that was what was wrong with you, » he said.

« I was worried ! » you hiccupped and delivered. « I was so worried, you have no idea… no idea what it feels like to pick up the phone and hear Mitsuki say that you had gone missing, that you… had been taken ! Kidnapped ! Not knowing where you were and what was done to you was horrible… We weren’t even sure we’d see you again… If we’d see you alive ! »

Head low, your hand reached your back pocket and took a tissue out for your runny nose.

« It’s not like I think less of you now or anything, you know ? » you said in a sniff. « It’s just… I never saw you lose before so when I heard that they kidnapped you I was… It pretty much cast doubt on something I took for granted. »

Your sentence stayed without an answer for a while, the silence between you growing heavier with every second. Katsuki’s face got tensed, his mouth trembling as he was restraining himself from speaking.

« Tell me the fuck about it, » he finally roared low. « You’re not the only one who was so sure that I was the strongest out here. »

He felt your head fidget against him, trying to raise up so you could look at him, but his hand kept it firmly against his torso, forcing you to stare at his shirt and nowhere else.

« First stupid Deku getting a stupid Quirk and catching up with me, now All Might losing his lustre because of… Because I’m so damn weak ! There’s no shitty betrayal in worrying for me or anything, it’s my own damn fault if all this fucking mess happened. If I had been stronger… I should have been able to kick those fucking Villains’ asses all the way back to their shitty den ! Even if it pisses me off seeing everyone getting anxious about me… I can’t fucking blame them, can I ? »

You pulled away slightly, hands coming to wipe the tears from your face. You could only imagine what he was going through. All Might was the first person he admired, the one who sowed the will to be a hero in his heart since his youngest age, the one he always wanted to surpass, his model, his objective and his mentor. Now, it was all gone, and not only did he witness his downfall, he shouldered alone its responsibility and consequences.

« Shit’s over now, » Katsuki spoke again. « Just wait and watch, I’m only getting started here. Getting abducted by those motherfuckers just motivated me even more to be the number one hero so I will be able to both be at the top and kick their asses for the shit they did ! Worry all you want, you’ll always see me winning at the end from now on ! Fucking watch me ! »

With this, he let go of you, walked back to his books and started to organise them on his shelves. God, he hated talking about his inners fights, it was something that should stay out of your bonds, confined between him and himself. He just wanted to retract deeper into his shell, but a pair of arms encircling his waist from behind kept him from doing so, at least a big longer.

« I’ll watch then, » you murmured against his back. « But you know… just because we worry for you doesn’t mean we’re looking down on you heroes, it just means we care. There are people to worry for every one of you, for the strong and for the weak. There were even people, out here, that worried for All Might since his first day on the battlefield. »

You knew Katsuki never felt as powerless as when someone held out their hand to him, and you wanted to spare him that, despite your will to help. Acknowledging the limit of how much he was able the share for now, you let go of him, and offered a smile instead of a hand.

« I can’t wait to brag about you in few years and about how I seduced you with my flawless beauty when you were still a hero-in-training, » you joked.

« Flawless beauty ?! Bitch please, you’d make an exhibitionist close his raincoat. »

« You little… Kiss my metaphorical balls ! »

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Part VI. Would you like a slice of feminism with your blowjob ?

The moon’s light was steeping the room, the curtains only half closed. The moving in was done by now, the boxes flattened and piled up in a corner of the room, waiting to be taken to the trash. Katsuki could discern their rectangular edges in the darkness if he focused long enough.

Travelling, his eyes made the most of his furniture out, and finally landed on your jacket still lingering on his chair’s backrest. The sight made him snort. You had absolutely zero right to be here at night, but everything be damned if you weren’t the most stubborn pain in the ass !

Impervious and unaware of his gestures, Bakugô’s thumb lengthily slid along your shoulder, meeting the familiar material of his own shirt.

« Why the heck do girls always steal their fucking boyfriend’s threads ? Wear your own goddamn ones, stupid. It’s not even your size. Do I fucking wear your skirts and shit ? » he asked even if you were asleep.

If the shirt was short-sleeved on his body, it reached lower on yours arms, and the seams which weren’t far of his neck rested close by your shoulders. Its hem usually floated around his waist, but on you it looked oversized, covering your upper thighs. The pair of shorts you borrowed looked like trousers, especially since he only wore loose stuff to begin with.

Katsuki already heard other boys daydreaming about a girl wearing their shirt because ‘it’s so cute’, but to be honest, he found it more ridiculous than adorable. You could take a fucking swim into his shirt, what was the goddamn point ? But while thinking so, he couldn’t deny that seeing you in one of his another ‘black with skull’ tee got to him a bit. He fantasised about how his smell would linger over your skin for hours, how being bundled up in something of his possession somehow made you belong to him too. If you went down the street wearing this, everybody would know that you were his, and his only. It thrilled him.

« I know I’m pretty, but you should get some sleep, » the sudden raising of your voice startled him.

Eyes wide open, Katsuki became aware that he’d been staring at you, and God knew for how long you’ve been awake, waiting for him to snap out of his thoughts. The smirk in your voice gave him the answer : for too long to let him deny anything. Cheeks dusted with pink, Bakugô shove your face into your pillow.

« Shut the fuck up, idiot, or I’ll nut you back into sleep, » he mumbled, turning his back to you.

A muffled laugh echoed from your side.

« You mean like when you head-butted me right into coma when you tried to kiss me on our first date ? »

« Bitch ! Die ! » he growled, turning around to face you again as one of his palms caught your face. « Next time you trick me into putting you up, I’ll fucking make you sleep in the sink !… And it wasn’t a date !  »

« Then what was it ? »

« We just… went to the same place… at the same time… doesn’t make it a date. »

« Then why did you try to kiss me ? »

« To shut you up ! »

« Because that’s obviously the first reflex you have when you want someone to stop talking… You hypocritical. »

Bakugô could see you pout behind his fingers, but your sullen air didn’t last, replaced by this malicious grin that never augured anything good for him. Soon enough, he felt your lips part against his palm as your tongue sneaked out of your mouth, licking the whole length of his middle finger.

« What the hell ?! » Katsuki exclaimed as he took his hand back. « You’re fucking gross, » he added to make it up to his scream.

Unfortunately, his single bed made it hard for him to put some space between your bodies, the narrowness only bringing you closer. Even if he crawled to the very edge, he still felt the warmth radiating from you. The undeniability of your half naked body nearby coupled with that sly little smile you just gave him had quite an effect on him. You looked so… accessible.

« Damn it, » Lord Explosion Murder thought, his legs fidgeting under the blanket as the bulge in his pants became uncomfortable.

« Katsuki… »

Fuck, he knew this tone. Anytime you used it, its mellowness melted through his whole body and made him prone to agree to whatever you had in mind. He hated it. But he also liked it a bit, since it was synonymous of getting frisky.

A long shiver ran down his spine as your lips closed around a point in his neck, your hands sliding under his shirt to caress his back. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he missed your touch.

« Hey, no hickey, that’ll leave a mark, » he protested when he felt you sucking the skin of his neck.

« Man, you’re no fun at all, » you pouted.

« Oh, I ain’t ? » he smirked as he turned around, one hand coming to press between your legs.

His other arm came around your waist and held you in place, slowly palming you. The sweet pressure sent sparks of electricity through your lower belly, making you moan softly as your hands grasped his shirt, as if trying to steady your shaking body.

« Katsuki, wait… » you whined.

« Uh ? Can’t handle the consequences of your own teasing now ? »

« Aaah… It’s not that… I… I can’t do much today, wrong period… I had something else in mind. »

« Ha ? » Katsuki stopped all movements as he looked at you puzzled. « Like what ? »

Biting on your lower lip, you didn’t answer, but slowly straddled him and bent over to kiss him, moaning when one of his hands pressed against the back of your head so you couldn’t escape his greedy mouth. You felt his tongue forcing its way past your lips, eager to meet its twin in a heated ballet. Your hands weren’t tensed on his top anymore, instead gently gathering the material up to reveal his torso. Breaking away from his mouth, you started to kiss your way from the middle of his chest down his navel, feeling his sensitive belly contracting under the sweet treatment.

« You’re always… so fucking doting… » he grumbled as you kept on kissing his body, pampering, overflowing with care and caresses.

« I know…I need you to let me take care of you a bit… I missed you… I thought I lost you… » you confessed.

Bakugô felt himself losing it. His head tilted backward, sinking deeper in his pillow as his back arched under your warm lips. His hands were shaking in your hair, sometimes caressing, sometimes grabbing a strand when he shivered. His breathing was getting heavy.

When your teeth grazed over his waistband, tugging slightly as if asking his permission, Katsuki suddenly realized what it was about.

« Huh ?! You sure ? » he asked, looking down at you.

« No… but I wanna try anyway, » you admitted. « Are you okay with this ? »

« Fuck yes, » Bakugô sighed.

He regretted his eagerness as soon as the chilly air of the night hit his bare thighs when you tugged at his pants. The two of you have never been totally naked in front of each other yet, always giving in your mutual pleasuring half clothed in case you had to suddenly stop. There were parents nearby every time after all. He started to think that maybe he shouldn’t have give in so quickly, his discomfort growing as he felt his boxers being pulled down.

« Shit, » he thought, one arm coming over his face.

Hopefully, the lack of luminosity was in his favour, not really letting you see the most intimate part of him. It was so fucking embarrassing. He could feel his dick leaking already. What if it definitely grossed you out this time ?

« What the fuck am I getting stressed over ? » he asked himself.

Deep inside, he knew what was bothering him. It was to be displayed like this, under your fully clothed form, with his arousal obvious and offered to your sight. He felt vulnerable. Submissive.

When he felt you spreading his thighs apart, he snapped. It was the gesture that crossed the line. He suddenly sat back on his mattress and batted your hands away, a nasty frown haunting his face, his teeth gritted.

« Katsuki ? » you asked, concerned. « Shit, did I… Did I do something wrong ? »

« I shouldn’t be the one lying down and getting my legs spread, I’m not your fucking girlfriend, » he spat out aggressively.

A cold silence filled the air for several seconds as your brain slowly processed his words.

« Katsuki, » you sighed. « That’s the kind of thing you need to tell me sooner so I can stop, I can’t guess everything that goes up there, » you said, flicking his forehead. « I need you to be… well, you’re not gonna like it, but I need you to be more talkative about… well, everything. »

« If you wanna prattle about qualms just buy a fucking dia- »

« No ! You’re gonna let me finish ! » you cut him off. « Listen, I usually manage to decipher what’s behind your wrath and curses, but sometimes I need you to tell me what’s really going on with you, to confirm or disconfirm… I keep guessing what’s on your mind according to something you truly worded one day, and from this first supposition I keep assuming, deducing, and the more I go the less probable it becomes because it relies on nothing but what my brain concluded and I have no proof it’s not just hot air ! It’s like… Like the sentences that keep on going in a myriad of subordinates and when you finally reach the end you don’t even remember what was the beginning. The less you say the more the risk I’ll misinterpret you and do something wrong increases… So please, talk to me. »

Bakugô looked at you silently. He couldn’t not acknowledge that. He’s always been a man of few words, except for plethoras of curses and death threats, only truly releasing his feelings in fits of rage. It was also why he felt comfortable around you, he didn’t have to word what was in his mind and heart, you figured him out yourself. However, he always thought it was something you did without thinking, like a magic trick or a natural talent. After all, some people were gifted at all those… sentimental fuckeries. He had no idea it weighed on you and asked so much effort. Katsuki groaned. He wasn’t a great help, he knew that. Sometimes it even felt unfair, like he was taking advantage of you and your tendency to be okay with most of his assholeness and emotional complexity.

« Do you wanna stop ? » you asked him.

Katsuki’s lit eyes were glued into yours, but not a single word tore its way out of his throat. He felt humiliated for no real reason, he knew it, and it made him feel even stupider. His dick was aching, his whole body shivering, supplicating him to do something for its release, but his mind wouldn’t let him do, endlessly reminding him like a broken record how defeated he felt in this position.

« You wanna try sitting down ? » you proposed, guessing his inner conflicts again.

« Hah ? » Katsuki bugged as he broke free from his psychological upheaval.

« Sit down, » you said, patting his legs to guide them over the bed’s rim. « Maybe it can help you feeling like having the upper hand. »

Surprisingly obedient, Katsuki agreed and sat down on the edge, shivering when his feet touched the cold floor. Feeling the mattress bouncing, his red irises followed your form, widening when they saw you kneeling in front of him.

« No ! Stop this ! » he argued, closing his legs. « That’s… that’s so fucking degrading… »

You were his girl after all, and even if he wanted to be the dominant one in your relationship, he still thought of you as an equal. If he didn’t kneel in front of anyone, neither should you.

« Degrading ? I feel fine, » you told him, chin resting on his thigh. « I know that the image of the girl kneeling between a boy’s legs begging for his cock as he half rapes her throat and still manages to pleasure her don’t help with how men consider the fair sex, but we’re not in this scenario, okay ? I don’t feel degraded. I’m gonna give your dicky-dick a little sucky-suck because I want to. »

Katsuki’s hand came over his face as he closed his eyes, managing himself a little time to think straight despite the sheer burning in his groin. He always heard that blowjobs made men felt powerful since they got their girls at their mercy between their legs, dicks down their choking throats as you said, but fuck, it felt the complete opposite right now. He was the one holding back a moan with every breath ghosting over the tip of his dick, staring at your lips and imagining them wrapped around his shaft. Somehow, that was the proof he needed to see that everything he could have heard was mostly bullshit.

« Hurry up, silly, » Katsuki finally growled behind his fingers. « I’m about to blow. »

You rolled your eyes, amused. He couldn’t agree to something without phrasing it like a death threat, could he ?

You went to the night-stand to grab the box of condoms, opening one and trying to slide it down Katsuki’s member. The ash-blond haired boy hissed in his need for touch, bracing himself on his elbows, tilting his hips a bit forward.

« Uh… Is it normal ? » you asked as you struggled to roll it down his dick.

« You put it inside out… » Katsuki answered after a glance.

« Damn… » you sighed as you took it off and start over with a new one. « Ah, here it goes ! » you smiled, kneeling back in front of him.

You waited for him to part his legs himself, and he did so without much reluctance this time, which let you know that he was okay now. Having his clear consent soothed your own nerves. You massaged the flesh of his thighs a bit, appreciating every shiver or startle that rolled under your palms. Katsuki sighed in satisfaction. His thighs were sensitive, and he always secretly liked having them touched and fondled.

« Ticklish ? » you asked after an umpteenth jolt.

« Shaddup. »

You grinned, finally wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. Katsuki released a throaty moan at this. He’s been hard for so long, the teasing was no longer funny.

Your fingers were sliding up and down his cock, the condom’s lubricant propagating all over them. Sticking out your tongue, you let its tip ran up Katsuki’s plump dick in an experimental stroke, testing the feeling of having a someone’s rod against it. The plastic taste the condom spread on your tongue was displeasing and you suddenly understood why flavoured condoms had been created. Despite your confidence from earlier, you were still unsure, the novelty making you careful. It didn’t help that Katsuki deadened most of his sounds, not letting you know if you were doing good or not.

Parting your lips, you finally took him in your mouth, your tongue dancing underneath his flesh. It was weird to have your mouth so full, and the occasional twitches of his cock surprised you at first. Bakugô let out a scream at the new sensation of your wet cavern around his whole cock, hips bucking, almost hurting your chin. Your hands came over his knees, slightly pushing them downwards to hold them in place as your mouth moved along his shaft, starting to suck as your cheeks hollowed. The increased tightness around him had Katsuki letting out another yelp.

« Katsu, at this rate you’re gonna wake the whole floor up, » you shushed him.

« Katsu ? » Bakugô internally echoed, surprised by the sudden nickname. « Fuck, » he mumbled, grabbing his pillow to muffle his sounds.

Seeing that he found a way to keep it down, you went back to your previous activity, taking his length back in your mouth. You were hesitant and clumsy, but just watching Katsuki biting down on his pillow to hold back the pleasure you were giving him was enough to keep you going.

Since you had no idea where the most sensitive spots were, you tried a bit of everything, first hollowing your cheeks one more time, then letting your lips slowly slide from the base of his cock to the very tip, where your tongue licked harder than anywhere else. You startled when you felt Bakugô’s hand coming in your hair, pushing your head down a bit forcefully as his hips bucked again, trying to set a rhythm of back and forth. Frowning, you tapped his thighs as you started to choke, letting him know that something was wrong. Immediately, he loosened his grip as you let go of his cock.

« Don’t do that, » you coughed. « You could hurt me… »

« Ah… okay… » he exhaled.

Wiping the saliva off your chin, you nodded at him and sucked on his shaft once again, focusing on the tip as one of your hand stroked its base and length. Katsuki’s hand migrated from your hair to his pillow, compressing it tightly against his chest as his teeth chewed on one corner. Fuck, that was easily in the top three of the hottest things you ever witnessed. The simple thought that you were the one putting him in such a state was enough to give you the hots, and you felt your own excitation pooling down your panties. You tried to stay focused though, watching your teeth and trying to suck the best you could. Even if you were inexpert and slow, Katsuki sounded satisfied.

Despite the presence of the condom which deprived him of feeling everything at its fullest, it felt amazing for Katsuki. He never experienced anything comparable before, his cock only used to his hand or yours. Your mouth felt completely different. It was warmer, wetter, and there was this suction that no palm ever could imitate. Every now and then, your tongue caressed his member, adding even more pressure to the one your lips meandered up and down his girth. His cock was vibrating inside your cavern, few drops of precum landing in the condom’s reservoir tip. It was the closest it felt to a real penetration, and he was starting to see stars, his ears drowned in the wet sounds you let out when you sucked or exhaled through your nose. His chest lifted heavily under his twitchy breathing, his forehead hot and sweaty. His hips kept moving on themselves as they rocked to send his hard cock deeper in your throat in erratic and reckless moves. He was on the brink, but you couldn’t continue without risking to get hurt or accidentally biting him. Your mouth abandoned him, replaced by your hand as you jerked him off until his release.

Bakugô literally took a bite of his pillow as he came, body shaking from head to toes. You rode his orgasm with him, gently stroking him until he was completely spent, his back hitting the mattress as he let himself fall backward. His face was still buried into his pillow as he breathed loudly, feeling you peeling the condom from his cock for him.

« Holy crap, » he sighed, throwing the pillow aside and spitting out the cotton in his mouth.

« Ugh, my jaw is numb, » you complained, massaging its sides with your hands in soothing and circular movements. « I assume you liked it ? » you laughed, joining him in the bed and trying to deny the raging need those minutes listening to your boyfriend’s moans of pleasure had ignited between your thighs.

« It was… fine, » he mumbled, pulling up his boxers and pants.

« ‘Fine’ ? Wow. I hereby declare you King Of The Euphemisms. You liked it so much that your pillow is going to press charges against you ! »

« If you know the answer, why ask the fucking question ? » he grumbled, his cheeks still red as he brought his legs back on the mattress, returning to his side of the bed. You laid down next to him, ready to fall asleep when a hand cupping your face held you awake. Two piercing red eyes were staring in your own, devouring you.

« Next time, you’ll be the one reduced to a whining mess, just wait and see… » he said right before starting to snore.

Chapter Text

P art VII. For better or for worse.

It was the first time Katsuki and you had vacations without needing to spend them studying for an upcoming test, and he estimated that the both of you deserved a break. A break from school, a break from stupid Deku, a break from the old hag, basically a break from everything. And naturally, like every time he needed some space to breathe, climbing came to his mind.

He started climbing as a kid, when his parents were looking for an activity that could channel his energy. His mom first tried to hook him up on volleyball, being a former player herself, but Katsuki wasn’t really made for team sports. Then, one day, his dad took him to the climbing club out of sheer curiosity, and it worked out just fine. His son immediately liked being left alone scrambling on a wall without having to worry about falling.

Subsequently, when Katsuki grew too agitated to stay between the four walls of a house, Masaru took him to the club, and later initiated him to climbing outdoors. Katsuki liked the challenge of taking on a harder face, where he had to find a way by himself instead of following the gym’s forgone path.

You weren’t a confirmed climber like him, but he didn’t mind lowering the difficulty and choose an easier route for you. He knew a place with an inn nearby where he could book a room. His dad already took him here countless times, he knew the area like the back of his hand. Sounded great.

« Water… Snacks… Toiletries… » he enumerated as he rummaged through his huge bag, checking that everything was here. If there was one thing mountain climbing taught him, it was that it’s too late to remember something when you’re already thirty meters above the ground.

As he moved aside the first aid kid, he squinted, taking view of the now familiar rectangular shape of his condoms’ box.

Was it really necessary ? Or was he getting ahead of himself ?

« Packing won’t hurt. Doesn’t mean I have to use them at any cost, » he mumbled for himself, zipping his bag closed.

Fuck, who the hell was he trying to fool saying half-baked shit like this ? Of course he had ulterior motives ! Of course he expected something to happen ! For someone who thought he was ace, he was now properly excited at the idea of having sex. It had been nice to fool around with each other’s body like you did, but now it felt like only half unwrapping a Christmas gift.

Katsuki wasn’t an idiot. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to directly jump into the real deal, but after the taste of the forbidden fruit you gave him, he’d grown impatient to eat it all. After watching the trailers for so long, he wanted to see the whole movie, damn it !

***

The trip went perfectly. The place Katsuki took you was rather touristic, but it wasn’t the high-season yet, so you had most of the climbing spots for yourselves. The weather was sunny and warm, with a bit of wind once you reached a certain altitude. The birds were chirping in the pines, their fresh perfume carried by the breezes. Even your grumpy boyfriend seemed in a happier mood than usual as he climbed ahead of you.

« He gets all joyful because he’s in the woods, what a fucking Disney princess, » you laughed for yourself. « Who knows, maybe by the end of the day I’ll see him do vocal exercises and talk to birds ? »

The truth was that it’s been a long time since he could take a break from the hero course. Anytime he dared to relax or even just slow down on the aggressiveness around his classmates, they made fun of him, asking shit like ‘Bakugô are you sick ?’, which only had the effect to send him back in his shell cursing and threatening to kill everybody in the room. His mother sometimes had the same bad habit.

It wasn’t that you wouldn’t sass him, but it was different. You somehow had the right to do so. You paid your fair share.

Katsuki led you through the course the whole day, leaving you perfectly exhausted when the evening came. You were a sweating and panting mess, your legs shaking under your weight and your hair flattened and dishevelled by your helmet.

« I thought I was gonna die on the last face, » you confessed, hands on your knees as you bent forward, trying to breathe through a painful stitch, a clicking sound making you frown. « What the… Don’t tell me you just took a pic ?! »

« Damn right I did, » he smirked as he kept snapping away at your pitiful state.

« Katsu ! Stop it ! » you yelled, turning around and covering your face with your hands.

« Come on, say cheese, » Bakugô insisted with sadism. « Here, look at how beautiful you are, » he taunted.

« I look like shit ! » you whined as you saw the picture on his screen. « Please delete those ! »

« Never. I need them to blackmail you. »

***

The inn was a bit crowded despite the few people you saw outside during daylight. The atmosphere felt cosy, music and laughs muddling in the background, fake candles hanging on the walls. The smell of food stagnating in the main room’s air when you entered made your empty stomachs gurgle. Walking up to the counter, Katsuki got your room’s key and led you upstairs, where the both of you quickly put your backpacks down to take a quick shower before a richly deserved dinner.

It felt like a premature honeymoon, being all by yourselves and all…

The door creaked on its hinges when Katsuki came in, sighing heavily enough that the whole corridor probably heard him.

« Holy shit, what the fuck was that ? And I thought that my mom had issues adjusting the amount of food to a human stomach’s size… »

« Murder… » you murmured, following him with a scared expression on your face. « It was attempted murder… Trying to blow us from the inside… »

« Says the one who ate her dessert faster than me. »

« Now is not a time to talk about my personal flaws as a human being, » you protested as you locked the door behind you.

You hadn’t the chance to look correctly at your room the first time, so you let your eyes wander around for a while now. It was rather small, with a large window next to the double bed, some extra pillows and blankets stockpiled in a big wooden wardrobe. On the other side of the bed was the bathroom’s door, a rather cramped one, but fully functional.

As you walked around the room, you didn’t notice the burning glance covering you from head to toes. Bakugô was well aware that being alone here with you was a golden chance handed on a plate. No parents to interrupt you, no classmates that could hear you… such an occasion wouldn’t happen again anytime soon.

« Screw it, » he mumbled as he walked up to you.

A bit carried away, he grabbed your arm, turned you around, and hoisted your thighs around his hips to back you against the wall. Too bad he miscalculated the distance between the two of you and the surface, one more look to estimate it longer would have avoided you to fall backward with your head slammed against the wall and your legs dangling along his.

« Fuck ! » Katsuki exclaimed, dropping your knees in the same time. « Uh… You okay ? »

« No… » you whined, rubbing the back of your head as the spiky-haired boy grabbed you to put you back on your feet. « The hell were you trying to do, Katsu ? »

The hands that were on your shoulders squeezed you harder and pushed you against the wall, trapping you against his body. You couldn’t even let out a word of surprise that Katsuki’s lips were on yours as he pressed himself against you, one thigh sliding between your legs to rub against your crotch.

« Here. Taking the fucking hint now ? »

« Uh… Y-Yes… » you mumbled, body heating up already.

« Good. »

You yelped when Katsuki threw you over his shoulder like a potato sack before smashing you on the bed in some awesome-but-probably-illegal wrestling move. Hopefully, the mattress was thick and caught most of the shock, letting you bounce.

« Always so delicate, » you groaned as you propped yourself on your elbows, following Bakugô’s every move with your eyes.

He had switched the main light off, only letting one of your bedside lamps on. It plunged the room in a sunset hue that wasn’t without remembering the atmosphere of Katsuki’s living room the first time you got frisky on his couch. The blond-haired boy then walked back to his backpack, first taking out his new best friend, also known as his roll-on deodorant, and secondly his box of condoms, throwing everything on the mattress.

« Holy shitballs you’re actually serious about going all the way tonight, » you said, your heart giving you a stronger beat.

« Damn right I am ! »

You were usually the leader in this field, the one who initiated, the one who had the clearest idea of what the fuck was going on, the most enthusiast about getting naughty too, but tonight he wanted it to be the other way around. He wanted you to be the one following him without seeing the path, without being able to anticipate its relieves, he wanted you to trust him enough to do this.

Katsuki immediately joined you on the bed, making you lay down under him as he covered your body with his, sharing his warmth, one finger tracing the length of your jaw before passing over your lower lip, your mouth soon covered by his. The kiss was sweeter than usual, as if he was being careful, as if he inwardly understood that stealing the starring role implied that he needed to prove that he was able to take good care of you. His hands travelled your familiar form and found their way under your shirt, caressing your sides, thumbs gliding over your quivering belly. You let out a deep sigh. His palms were warm and always slightly rough and calloused due to the thickness of his skin here. His teeth migrated on your neck, gently nibbling as your own hands were lost in his hair, stroking.

« Take that off, » he almost purred in your ear, grabbing your shirt and taking it off for you in one smooth motion.

« That’s weird, » you laughed as a shade of red dusted your cheeks. « Even if we’ve already done few things we never fully saw each other naked before. »

« And that’s a fucking shame, » Katsuki added as he observed you.

He knew his opinion was biased both because you were his girlfriend and because all of his blood was gathered in his dick already, but he really found you beautiful, even if he would never word it out loud. His hands twitched at the sight of your breasts. He fondled them a bit before, but he never had the chance to really appreciate them. Shaking in anticipation, he traced the lace running along the edges of your cups from the fingertips, and you shifted your weight, slightly rolling on your side to allow him to reach behind your back. You felt his fingers clumsily struggling with your bra’s hook, twisting it in every possible way, sometimes even accidentally scratching your skin as he cursed under his breath.

« What the hell is this fucking padlock ?! » Katsuki groaned, ready to tear the cloth away from you.

« Hahaha ! You silly ! » you laughed.

You gently pushed him away and sat down, turning your back to him.

« Watch and learn, » you mused.

Katsuki stared at you with glittering eyes as you undid the lingerie with a single quick move. He never thought that watching someone undress could be so arousing. The way your fingers experimentally snapped the hook open, the way the straps glided over yours arms… it was a gesture surely completely banal to you, but to him, it might be one of the hottest thing he’d ever seen. To think that the absence of a thin band of fabric with a clip on your back made all the difference between the feeling of having you naked or clothed. Katsuki had no idea intimacy could be made of such small things. But as he extended a hand to touch you, your voice froze him where he was.

« It’s not fair, I’m the only one getting naked here… » you softly protested.

« Oh. Okay, here, » Katsuki complied as he removed his own shirt, throwing it near you as a proof that he, too, took something off.

You crossed your arms on your chest as the rustle of the sheets indicated you that he came nearby. You could feel the heat radiating from his torso rolling all over your back, and a long shiver agitated you when he grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him. His hands slid along your arms and slowly parted yours, offering him the access to your bare breasts. Katsuki choked on a curse as he stared at them for the first time. It was… pretty, tempting. He wanted to touch, but before doing so, he tried to capture your gaze to seek permission in it. Unfortunately, you were staring at the mattress in embarrassment. Unable to think straight, Katsuki just let the hormones take the wheel and went for it, grabbing your breasts as if he just suddenly realized that life was too short to not touch boobs. You let out a cry of surprise, your arms rose and your fists clenched near your chest, but you didn’t bat his hands away. Katsuki didn’t even hear or see your reaction, focused as he was on your breasts. It was so different than when they were compressed and propped up in your bra, they felt so supple, so soft, so bouncy… it was way better than all the falsies he had seen everywhere in adds and that always looked like two globes of plastic that wouldn’t bulge even if you shot at them. He couldn’t get enough of how they weighed when they filled his palms, of how squishy they were as he played with them in small moves, cupping and squeezing them. The sensitive skin of your breasts felt the least callous that caressed them as Katsuki’s fingers squeezed them one more time, earning moan after moan from you.

Glancing at you, the blond felt himself consumed by arousal as he watched the expression of pure bliss displayed all over your face, your mouth agape and panting. Decided to make you see stars, he located your teats pressed against the middle of his hands and ran his index over them, making them prick up immediately.

« Katsuki ! » you uncontrollably let out in a high-pitched cry and immediately pressed your hand against your mouth. « The fuck am I doing screaming his name like this… » you thought.

You used to toy with your chest when you masturbated, but it was nothing like having it fondled by someone else. Katsuki’s hands were bigger and warmer than yours, more playful too as he tried to figure out how and where you liked it the most, squeezing, massaging, grabbing without respite, barely leaving you the time to process the pleasure he was giving you.

« Damn, that was loud, » he grinned. « Come on here, » he added in a hoarse voice, manipulating you at his will and making you lay down under him again.

Your breasts were softly raising accordingly with your heavy breathing, your nipples perking up from the excitation, and the sight made his mouth water. Your body arched when he closed it around one of your nipples, sucking and lapping at the rhythm of your whines. His tongue was warm, wet and scarred, and its licks were electrifying. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as if your life was at stake, and your lungs gave preference to your soft cries rather than a regular respiration. Katsuki’s blessed tongue went away just the time to switch breast, its tip poking your teat. In his hunger, he still watched his teeth, careful to not bite you, even if he sucked hard enough to leave a hickey over you areola. The difference of temperature between Katsuki’s hot mouth and the fresh ambient air hit your nipples and made you very aware of the trails of saliva he left on you, of how he had you at his disposal. Yet the idea of being at his mercy didn’t scare you.

Katsuki couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he unfastened his belt, licking his lips where the taste of your skin still lingered. His red eyes were lit and bright like a wildfire as he watched how your body assimilated the new sensations it just experienced under his very own hands. Throwing his cropped pants away, his stomach shook when your fingers ran all over his torso without warning. Despite the dizziness you were experimenting after his sweet ministrations, it looked like your brain was still clear enough to make you seize the chance to watch and touch him freely. You already knew he had powerful arms and chest, you’ve seen them before, but they appeared even stronger when he wore nothing else, the light accentuating every curve and nerve of his muscles. Your eyes wandered on his lower abdomen, diving the length of his abdominals to stop on his groin where two thick thighs were supporting his weight, their muscles obvious as they contracted. His skin was already sprinkled with drops of sweat. Slowly, your hands travelled down his chiselled pectorals and abs, their touch softer than what you expected in spite of the hard muscles flexing beneath. Katsuki let out an appreciative moan which didn’t match the usual huskiness of his voice, surprising you both. Blushing, he lowered his head to hide the new colour of his cheeks and brought your hands to his neck in a silent ask. You gently massaged the flesh here, lifting your hips a bit when he lowered your shorts.

« So it’s okay for you to do it here and now ? » he asked as he opened his box of condoms. « In a shitty inn, in a shitty bed… »

« With a shitty boyfriend, » you completed playfully, sticking your tongue out at him. « It’s fine… I just don’t get why I’m the nervous one this time… I’m stressing like a goddamn virgin. »

« You are a goddamn virgin, » Katsuki arched an eyebrow.

« Nevermind the-… Katsuki ! Yours hands ! Your hands ! » you panicked.

« Uh ? »

Looking down, Bakugô noticed that he didn’t feel his palms starting sweating, and it resulted in partially melting the condom he was holding.

« Fuck ! » he exclaimed, shaking his hands to get rid of it, but long silvered filaments were joining his fuming fingertips to the squared wrapping. « FUUUUCK ! »

« Oh my God ! It looks like a fondue !! » you burst into laughter at the sight of the flapping condom hanging in the void.

« Stop laughing your fucking ass off and help me, dumbass !! » Katsuki yelled.

Quickly, you grabbed several tissues and wiped everything away. You didn’t stop laughing though, even if you tried. And while you were snorting, Katsuki, beet red, grabbed his roll-on deodorant on the bedside and spread the almost odourless substance all over his palms, rubbing them together to dry them faster. Fuck ! It was so embarrassing, he didn’t even dare to look you in the eye now. Talk about an anecdote !

« Come on, » he heard you say as a new condom hit him on the forehead. « It could have been worse, few more seconds and you could have set me on fire instead. »

You could tell just by his gaze that he was thinking something like ‘I wouldn’t call it worse’, but for once, he had the delicacy to shut up. Awesome.

« Damn it, » he pouted as he moved to the edge of the bed to take his boxers off, a sigh escaping him as he finally freed his turgescence.

Your eyes wandered southward as he did so. His member was already fully erected, curving upward, its head filled with blood and desire, a drop of precum dripping from the slit. So, that was what a real cock looked like. Okay. The design department was probably on strike the day God created dicks, but okay. Despite the blush persisting over his cheeks as he was seen totally naked for the first time, Katsuki kept calm and grabbed the condom you threw earlier. You watched him when he rolled it down his shaft, gulping a little. It looked bigger than what you expected after touching it in the past.

You fought a wince when Katsuki crawled over you again, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling down your remaining lingerie in a caress from the thighs to the ankles. It was the more exposed you’ve ever been, and your heart started to race. You had no idea you relied so much on such a tiny piece of cloth to protect your intimacy. Inhaling sharply, you suddenly became very aware of all the imperfections or disliked details covering your body, apprehending Katsuki’s reaction. Your gaze was purposely avoiding his, scared to read a negative impressive in his red orbs. A slight quiver agitated your body, betraying your discomfort as Katsuki seized his chance and stared at you intensely, trying to memorise every element his eyes were discovering, from the way your hips roundly jut out out of the line of your silhouette to the appeal of your skin’s texture.

« Stop making that face, you’re not that disagreeable to look at, » he groaned, kissing the frown between your eyebrows to erase it.

You gave him a weak smile in return. He sure had his own way of making compliments. When he grabbed and spread your legs to settle between them, you repressed a squeal.

« You’re tensed, » Katsuki said. « Try to relax. »

You nodded, your gaze anxiously following his moves. Clashing with the care he tried to pour in his gestures, he still had his usual nasty glare plastered all over his face, betraying his concentration. He was staring intensely at your newly unveiled cleft and brought one hand over it, his fingers dawdling up and down before one of them plunged into your heat. Your knees spontaneously came to bump each other at this first intrusion. Even if you were used to being fingered, the anticipation of what was about to happen next and the fact that it might be painful made you tenser and tighter, and you needed few long minutes before your core accepted the presence inside you. Above you, Katsuki curled his index and caught his lip between his teeth when you arched your back in response. Looked like it felt good. Encouraged, he added a second finger inside you and started a scissoring motion, moving his digits in and out to stretch you before the real deal. He kept preparing you nicely for several minutes, watching his pace, not speeding up, letting you absorb his moves until he couldn’t wait any longer.

« Fuck it, let’s do that shit, » he grouched.

Watching you squirm and pant in concert with his wrist was appealing, but not sufficient to sate his appetite for you. Taking his fingers out, he spread your legs wider.

« Y-Yeah… ‘Two awkward teenagers trying to fuck’, take one, » you declaimed, trying to laugh your anxiousness off, arms coming around his nape and fingers nervously pressing into his shoulders.

Katsuki’s head buried itself in the crook of your neck as his hips moved forward, seeking your most intimate place, rolling, swirling… and failing every time.

« Shit, » he swore at the third try, angling his thrusts differently. « Where the fuck… I was there like ten seconds ago where the fuck did it go ?! »

« It went nowhere, William Tell. It’s not removable. »

« Shit, » he cursed again when his cock slid over your cleft without getting inside.

« Wait… No it’s… lower… no… higher… no it’s not… wait… nope, getting colder. »

« What the hell you think I’m playing darts or hunt the thimble ?! »

« I can do worse… At the next intersection, turn left, » you indicated in a robotic GPS voice.

« You fucking little… Holy shit… How about you just… help me down here instead of ruining everything, » he asked in a raspy voice.

« Oh… yeah… »

You fidgeted with your legs a bit, bringing them higher against his hips as his hand slid along your entrance with yours, guiding his member.

« Fuck you’re wet, » he absentmindedly pointed out, his fingers playing and coating themselves in your excitation. Feeling you so aroused somehow eased his fear of hurting you.

You hiccuped when you felt the tip of his dick pushing between your wet folds, your tightness making it difficult and only increasing along with the progress of his hardened member inside you. Even if you were used to his fingers, the difference between them and his cock in terms of girth and length was too much to accommodate right away, but the breath you were holding kept your cry with it, shut in the back of your throat. It felt like your body was struck, and a contracture seized your whole being. Your thighs tried to close, compressing Katsuki’s kidneys in the process. Your insides felt being ripped apart, pulsing against the intrusion. As he entered you, Katsuki’s body was seized by a pleasured buzz, forcing his way through the faint resistance he encountered. He could feel you spreading open to welcome him at your expense. The pressure of you around him was an invitation to thrust, but the struggled noise he heard made him stop.

« What’s wrong ? » he asked.

« Nothing… It’s just… I need a bit of time, it’s starting to hurt… Are you all in there already ? »

« Not fully. »

« Not fully, » you echoed in despair, the back of your hand coming to cover your eyes. « Great. Alright. I can do it. »

You almost wanted to ask him to go in one go so it would be over. If you get to be murdered, you would prefer to be shot than slowly trepanned with a teaspoon, right ? But you said nothing, aware that it would just be painful. You growled. You knew the first time wouldn’t be a pleasure cruise, but still, it did hurt like a bitch.

Above you, Katsuki was at a loss. Obviously, he couldn’t empathise with what you were experimenting now, and not understanding rendered him unable to come up with a solution. What was he even supposed to do now ? Pull out ? Keep going ? Absentmindedly, he let his eyes wandered over you as if your body would gave him the answer. And indirectly, it did.

« Shi-fuck ! Don’t fucking move, » he commanded with the same voice than a hostage taker arriving in the back of his victim.

« Why ? » you asked, glancing at him from under your hand.

« You’re bleeding, » he told you between his gritted teeth. « I’m pulling out. »

« Ow ! Ow ! Stop ! Don’t move, stay still ! » you protested when his hips moved backward, hands clasping his wrists firmly. The withdrawal wasn’t going smoother than the entry.

Katsuki froze like a Red Light, Green Light’s world champion, watching with attention the slightest variation in your features. The crease he erased earlier was back between your knitted eyebrows, your lips pinched together as your hands held on his forearms, your breath stuck in your throat again.

« Damn body, just bear it a little bit, I don’t wanna bitch out now ! » you thought. « Just gimme a minute, » you told Katsuki. « It’ll pass… I don’t wanna stop… »

« You’re a damn pigheaded one, you know that ? » he growled low, still shaking in want.

Before you could answer, a hand landed on your forehead and slightly tilted it backward, making the access to your mouth easier as Katsuki kissed you until your respiration was back and regular. You hummed softly under the sweetness, your mind diverted from the pain. As he did so, his free hand parted one of your thigh lightly, his hips moving forward until he was sheathed within you, his mouth swallowing your tiny whines until you broke away, breathing noisily.

« Fuck it, it doesn’t work, I’m pulling out, » Katsuki cut short.

« No ! » you exclaimed, cupping his face to make him look at you. « No… »

Katsuki felt dazed, lost, not getting why you insisted so much on keeping doing something that hurt you. He understood when his eyes met yours. The apprehension they held didn’t totally disappear, but just like the blue sky can be caught glimpse of between the grey clouds, there was something else he could decipher. The same dissatisfaction than him, the same hunger in need of repletion.

« Relax, for fuck’s sake, » he groaned in abdication, slightly withdrawing. « Raise your hips. »

Wondering what he had in mind, you yielded nevertheless, understanding when he grabbed your towel abandoned near your pillow and placed it under your waist.

« Can you… go slow ? » you asked before he could move again.

« Yeah. »

Katsuki’s arms went around your waist as he pulled you against him in a slow and soft motion, his whole length disappearing into you. Your plaintive whimper got drowned in Katsuki’s loud sigh when he was entirely buried inside you. Your walls were squeezing his cock tightly, perfectly hugging its form, yet it felt amazingly tender in the same time. But when he gave you his first real thrusts, your hand uncontrollably flew toward his face in a sharp noise, making the both of you freeze.

« Did you just slap me ?! » he muttered, distraught, his left cheek now adorned by a reddened print of your hand.

« I guess, » you squeaked. « And I’m really sorry like you have no idea… I didn’t mean to, it’s just… my reflexes kicked in… It feels really weird, you know… »

« It’s because you’re so damn tensed, » Katsuki growled, frustrated to not find the right words to make you relax. « I’m not going to do anything weird to you, you know that. »

« I know… Sorry about that. »

« Tch. Just don’t fucking do that again, I don’t wanna play jacks with my teeth. »

You nodded, and your fingers found their place back on his shoulders, even if you grimaced when you felt his cock withdrawing before entering you again in one slow and swift motion, Katsuki burying himself to the hilt in a long sigh. You opened your legs a bit more, trying to make more room for his girth, to accommodate. The ache of this new intrusion revived the pain of the first, but it ebbed away quicker than earlier.

It’d been incredibly hard for Katsuki to keep from thrusting the whole time. You felt so heavenly tight and hot around him, he thought he was gonna blow before he could do anything serious. He dreamed of this moment countless of times, yet it was nothing like he expected. Today, it was concrete, new. Overwhelming. His mind was both swamped and blank at the same time, as if yelling ‘holy shit dude I dunno what’s happening to us but I’ll show you what a Great Depression is if you dare to stop.’ He started to roll his hips in short and slow motions when he felt the tension in your thighs fading, the unbearable tightness loosening. One of his arms slid under your waist and kept your pelvis tilted to line up perfectly with his as he slowly pulled out of your body before coming back in. He hissed at the feeling of his cock disappearing into you, swallowed by your heat, your inner walls hugging him whole, fitting his girth perfectly. The soft moans you let escape sounded more uncomfortable than painful, bearable, sometimes even interspersed with pleased ones.

« Put them around my waist, » he told you, lifting one of your leg up.

You complied and locked your ankles behind his back, this new position allowing him to go deeper. You both moan when his cock reached further within you, filling you up completely.

« Think you can take it ? » he asked, swirling his hips, his member not leaving a single inch of you unexplored.

« I feel weird, » you panted. « But I’m okay. »

‘Weird’ wasn’t the most accurate word. ‘Overwhelmed’ was more befitting. Your whole being was experiencing new things on every level, and while your body was taming the bittersweet feeling of being simultaneously tested and pleasured, your mind couldn’t let go of the thought that something unique and irreversible was happening. No matter how you relationship will turn after this, blossoming or withering, your first time would definitely belong to Bakugô Katsuki.

Katsuki kept on rocking you on the mattress, first giving you long and slow thrusts, then picking up the pace slightly as soon as you seemed able to take in stronger motions. Your thighs were caressing his sides in appreciation, occasionally squeezing him when he went too hard, your hands pushing against him in the same time. There nearly was another regrettable slap, but this time, Katsuki caught your hand midway and pinned it down the mattress with a small ‘nope.’ He was attentive to your gestures and adapted the force in his hips every time you needed him to. Katsuki’s length was gliding easier inside now, and you were panting softly, savouring the feeling of being rubbed from the inside, your core triggered by the inner caresses. Both of your bodies were sticking to each other, sweat mixing and skins rubbing, your breathings synchronized with Katsuki’s hips’ pace. His mouth was never very far from yours, sometimes giving yours sloppy kisses. Despite the pleasure making his eyes rolled upwards, he forcefully focused them on you to bask in the sight you were under him, all displayed and offered to him, moaning for him, his body’s moves echoing through yours.

« Fuck… at this rate, I’m not gonna last, it feels too fucking good, » Katsuki roared, even if you weren’t really up for a sex-marathon yourself.

His strong arms were keeping you against him in a tight embrace, one hand supporting your head as his own buried itself on the crook of your neck, hot puffs of air rolling along your skin anytime he expired. It gave you goose bumps, and made you hold him even closer to your heart. It was thrilling.

Katsuki’s hips grew greedy as they went a bit faster, his now familiar erratic moves letting you know that he was close. He felt himself losing into you, hugged both inside and outside, his grasp on you tightening even more, almost painful. His cock was throbbing inside you, aching for his release, inciting him to thrust deeper, harder, until the border between your bodies wouldn’t exist anymore, until he forgot everything that wasn’t you.

« DIE ! » he yelled into your ear as he came hard in the condom, a succession of loud moans accompanying his orgasm.

The face you made under him was priceless, something like ‘girlfriend.exe has stopped working’, with a pinch of despair.

« ‘Die’ ? Really ? You could have screamed anything, like… ‘I’m coming’ ! Or ‘I love it‘, or ‘It feels so good‘, but no. Damn it, Katsuki… »

Mortified, the aforementioned boy knew he just officially won the award of ‘the worst thing to say in bed ever’, but as he tried to think about something to make it up to you, you caught him off guard and placed your arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss him. Katsuki sighed as he rolled his hips backward, squeezing the condom around his cock to hold it in place as he withdrew from you for the last time. God, his body felt good, satisfied, but in the same time, completely exhausted. He could pass out right here and right now.

« Hey, » he called out to you. « Are you alright… down there ? » he asked as he got rid of the latex protection.

« Hm ? » you hummed, your body numbed and your mind clouded. « Well… it aches, but I’m fine. »

« You should have tell me if I was going too hard, » Katsuki scolded as he collapsed on the mattress.

« It was fine, » you disagreed. « Too bad my vagina isn’t as big as the huge cock I’d have got if I were born on the other side of the chromosomal spectrum. It would have made things easier. »

« For fuck’s sake can you stop referring to genitals you never had ?! I swear to God if I hear you talking about your imaginary junk one more time I’ll suffocate you with one of those damn pillows ! »

« Killing your mate during the aftermath… What are you, a praying mantis ? » you laughed.

Your pupils dilated as you were suddenly plunged into total darkness, Katsuki smashing the lamp’s button to turn it off. Among the rustles, you heard him grumble something about ‘eating your fucking head off, that’ll shut you up’, but that only made you snort loudly.

« And for your information, » Katsuki snarled. « It’s the female who eats the male after the mating. »

« I know that, » you pouted. « And for your personal edification, did you know that they can still fuck even when beheaded ? The ultimate proof men don’t have their brain in the head but lower… »

« Shut up. »

« Some males even show up with a little snack for the female hoping that it would keep them from being eaten ! Now, where’s my muffin, bitch ? »

There was no muffin, but you did eat something. His pillow right in your face.

« Rude, » you sobbed after being smashed down.

You fidgeted on the mattress, gathering the stained towel under you and keeping it against your cleft. The motion caught Katsuki’s attention.

« How are you going to justify that to your mom at the next laundry ? » he asked, eyeing the red mark spread on the cloth.

« Don’t worry, I’m a girl, I always have the excuse of the premature period. »

« Good. »

His tone was weak, betraying his own tiredness. Softly, you moved closer to him to snuggle, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

« Good night, fellow former virgin, » you murmured.

« G’night, current dumbass. »

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Part VIII. It was love at first fight I.

Head low between his shoulders, his black gakuran’s collar scratching his cheeks, Bakugô was only paying a minor attention to what the teacher was grumbling. All his focus was dedicated to glancing around, grinning in a mix of contempt and arrogance, analysing the Quirks around him.

« What a bunch of fucking losers, » he thought. « What do we have here ? Another wind bender, a telekinetic, a dude who takes his eyes off, another one who puffs his cheeks… Seriously, you want to be heroes with those cheap Quirks ? You would fit better in a zoo, stupids. »

However, his ego-trip wobbled when his gaze landed on Midoriya. This fucking nerd looked exhausted, half-asleep as he took notes. He’d been behaving like this for several weeks now, and even if Bakugô didn’t know what this idiot was doing on his free time exactly, he could recognize someone who was over-training their body when he saw one. Which could only mean one thing : the damn nerd hadn’t given up on U.A. Daydreaming about being a hero again. Who the hell did he think he was ? This academy was already hard to get in for people with strong Quirks, and yet here he was, applying as if nothing could go wrong for him. Even worse, the nerd was attempting the same high school as him, Bakugô Katsuki. It meant that this fucking Deku thought they were on the same level, that they had equal chances to make it through the entrance’s exam.

« Even now, he’s still fucking… looking down on me ! » Bakugô internally simmered.

He really didn’t like the idea that Midoriya didn’t let go of his silly dreams even when he fucking ordered him to. This fact alone was like an insult to him. Maybe did he gain some lousy confidence when he tried to rescue him from the sludge villain ?

« He didn’t even do anything besides putting himself in danger, » Katsuki thought. « All Might saved the day, not him. »

He shouldn’t be so worried, he knew it. Without a Quirk, it was impossible for this nerd to get into U.A., no matter how hard he trained. The exam entrance would wipe him out and it would be over for him in the blink of an eye. He just had to wait. Yet he couldn’t help this raging feeling burning inside him.

***

Bakugô growled as he made his way through the middle school’s corridor, impermeable to the white noises and random chit-chats filling the air. He didn’t pay more attention to the repetitive interjections behind him, yet he was the one they were trying to reach.

« Hey ! You ! Hey ! »

« ‘You don’t know ‘til you try.’ ‘It’s been my dream since I was a kid’, » Katsuki mentally echoed his oldest friend’s words. « Bullshit ! »

« Hey ! You uh… Fuck I don’t remember your name ! But please stop ! Hey ! »

« That fucking nerd just can’t face reality ! »

« Heeeeey ! You, the blond one ! Stooop ! I’m not gonna run after you all day ! Are you deaf ?! »

« I’m gonna piss myself laughing when this fucking idiot will end in some creepy second-zone high school after failing at U.A. ! Ha ! »

« HEY ! THE ANGRY PORCUPINE WHO NEEDS A BETTER HAIRSTYLIST AND SOME BELT TO HOLD HIS FUCKING PANTS UP !! DO YOU MIND STOPPING ALREADY ?! »

This time, you shouted at the top of your lungs, not caring if the whole floor heard. Everybody froze in silence for a second, eyes scanning the crowd to find who matched this incongruous description to finally stop on Bakugô, and the accuracy of the depiction made pretty everyone wheeze.

Well, everyone except the aforementioned porcupine. Steaming with rage, he turned around to see who he needed to explode through the nearest window.

« WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS DARED- »

He stopped when he saw you barely few centimetres away, and instinctively backed off a little. Too fucking close.

« Who the fuck you- » he tried again.

« You dropped this, genius ! Your bag’s open ! » you cut him off, holding out a few of his notebooks and his pencil case.

« Ha ? » he let out, a bit confused as he checked his bag and saw that, indeed, the zip had broken. Frowning, he snatched his belongings from your hands. « Don’t fucking call me that ever again, you hear me ?! » he threatened you with a deadly glare.

« Normal people would say ‘thanks for returning those to me’ in a case like this… Bakugô ! » you snapped your fingers. « I knew I had your name on the tip of my tongue ! It’s Bakugô, right ? »

« Get lost, » he growled, stuffing his things back in his bag. « And you ! Stop laughing ! You wanna die ?! » he yelled at the remaining students who were still snickering at his new nickname.

Bakugô frowned, clicking his tongue.

« By the way, how the fuck do you know my name ? » he mumbled.

« How do I… Are you kidding ? I’m in your class, you don’t even recognize your classmates ? »

« Like I care about those losers ! »

« Hey, I’m part of those losers ! » you protested.

« Did I fucking stutter ? » he spat with disdain, glaring. You took the insinuation with a grimace.

« You know, Bakugô, I had a hazy guess that you were an asswipe when I saw you attacking a Quirkless student, but not even being able to handle a simple word of thanks that’s just… a whole new level of assholeness. You should register a patent. »

« What the hell ?! Are you picking up a fight ?!… Come back here you loser ! Don’t you dare turn your back to me !! »

If somebody told Bakugô this day that he just met his future girlfriend, he wouldn’t have believed them. And probably exploded them too, to clean the affront.

How on Earth you were able to like him after your earliest encounters was beyond Katsuki’s comprehension, especially since it didn’t make anything different for him at first. You were still another blurry and forgettable presence gravitating around him in the classroom, another extra he wouldn’t even bother learning the name of. But when you popped in front his desk to blurt something out, you momentarily became clear-cut to him, as if you found his focal length. And little by little, you made your presence something usual to him, something that had a place in his life.

Still… Why did you bother with him in the first place ?

He wasn’t an easy ride, he knew it. Falling in love had probably been easier for him than the other way around. He didn’t acknowledge it first, but he had to admit that it wasn’t unpleasant having someone like you around. You were nice without being a wimp, easy-going without being shallow, friendly without being clingy, strong-willed without being obnoxious… And you could bite back, something mandatory to survive around him. If he had to sum you up with one word, it would be ‘balanced’, the perfect opposite of him who swung from one extreme of the emotional spectrum to another.

You weren’t flawless, but he found himself surprisingly tolerant towards the things he didn’t like about you. He even overlooked them without much effort, and it was this unexpected leniency that first set him on the ‘fuck me, I might like her’ path.

He denied this possibility. Of course. As if him, Bakugô Katsuki, could feel this way. No. It wasn’t that at all. It was just that, for once he found someone who wasn’t completely a waste of bones and existence, it would piss him off a bit if you like… got your eyes off of him. Nothing more, really.

Yes, Bakugô Katsuki was jealous.

Yes, it took him months to realize that he was.

Yes, it took him another whole month to realize that maybe jealousy and love were related.

And yes, he yelled and banged his head against a wall when he finally got the hint.

But sill… why did you like him in the first place ?

***

It’d been about one month since Katsuki you two took the plunge and started to have sex. The novelty this new step brought along was that you also started to sleep next to each other. In the beginning, it was weird for him to have somebody sharing his bed, your every move during your sleep making him jolt and swear. He almost punched you in the face the first time he woke up next to you, not remembering that you were there. There were some conflicts about who stole the blanket or took up all the space on the mattress too, and the negotiations about which side of the bed would be yours or his had been tough since you both had the same preference, but in the end, things more or less worked out.

This morning, Katsuki woke up with a frown. Memories of middle school weren’t his favourite dream’s material, and the questions they triggered were frankly unpleasant as well. Lifting an eyelid, he forgot everything about that bothering nightmare when he vaguely located your body next to him and crawled on the mattress until his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He licked his lips as he pressed himself against you. Your top had slipped a bit in your sleep, almost fully revealing one of your breasts, something he couldn’t help but notice as he started to grind against you. You awakened at the feeling of something hot and hardening bumping into the back of your thigh, and you were quite sure you knew what it was. A lazy smile stretched on your lips and you hummed softly despite the ‘too sleepy for this shit’ ringing in your clouded brain. Your body didn’t agree with this.

« Oï, » you heard Katsuki growled in low voice, and you knew it wasn’t the ‘Oï, I hope you slept well, my love’, but more the ‘Oï, wak’up, me wanna bang’ type.

« Greedy boy, » you murmured, still half asleep.

You were starting to have your own little rhythm and experiences, but sleepy sex wasn’t one of those yet. Knowing that something new was occurring was enough to make you wet, and you sighed when Bakugô’s bare thigh slipped over yours, one of his hands coming under your shirt to caress your chest. His body felt warm and heavy under the blanket, nice and comfy.

« Hey, aren’t we gonna wake your parents up if we get frisky ? » you objected as Katsuki’s hips started to hump against yours.

« Hm… M’ffle… » he groaned. Definitely not a morning person, this boy.

« Muffin ? » you asked, trying to understand his rumbling as he slowly moved to position himself over you. « Is it a way to demand breakfast ? Or is it my new pet name ? »

You finally got the word right when Katsuki seized your wrist and turned you around, making you lay on your side.

« Oh, ‘muffle‘… » you murmured as your face sunk into your pillow.

« Hm… » Katsuki confirmed, hands lowering his boxers.

« Are you even awake ? »

« Hm… »

« Dear Lord… Some people sleepwalk, some people sleeptalk, but Bakugô Katsuki sleepfucks… Incredible, » you laughed.

Despite the funniness of the situation, you couldn’t help but inhale sharply when you felt your own panties being removed from your body, and your hips bucked backwards when Katsuki’s fingers slid between your legs.

« S’wet… » he growled when he felt how exited you were already.

« Soviet ? » you wrongly guessed again.

Katsuki would have rolled his eyes at this if he hadn’t been too sleepy to do so. Instead, he simply reached out for a condom that he quickly rolled down his shaft. The contact of the cold latex against his skin made him hiss, and he felt more awake, his vision getting a tad less blurry. Wanting to savour the feeling of your warm and naked back against his torso, he laid down on you, only to curse when he couldn’t feel nothing but the fabric of your shirt. He promptly sent his flying across the room, and gathered yours up until it left your upper half bare. Satisfied, he left a trail of hot kisses along your spine before moving to lay on his side, his hand grabbing one of your legs and put it over his hip. You were a bit surprised by this choice of position, but didn’t have the time to question its comfort that Katsuki was trying to line himself up against your intimacy. He still had trouble finding your entrance right away, and you heard him grumble in frustration.

« Wait, I’ll help, » you said, guiding his cock.

He entered you with a soft, slow move, and the both of you moaned in relief as he pressed your hips against his, his hands guiding the motions he wanted to find in yours.

From your pose, there wasn’t much you could do besides muffling your soft cries in your pillow. Katsuki’s face was buried near yours in the cushion, deep growls escaping his throat as he kept thrusting slowly and steadily into you. This was unusual. You only knew him passionate and eager in bed until now, but you guessed that even him could enjoy a bit of change in the bedroom. You were surely not going to stop him. With every move of his hips, your body slipped along the mattress, the soft sheet fondling your side as your back was covered in caresses when Katsuki shifted against it. One of his hands was keeping your leg in place, spreading it more or less wide according to his desires. Finally, he grew tired of being unable to truly thrust into you and moved over your body, putting you on your belly. His fingers intertwined with yours and kept your hands pinned down the mattress as he picked up the pace, grunting every time he was sheathed inside you.

You felt a tightness seizing your lower abdomen, hips buckling against your lover’s body. The thrusts he was giving you contrasted with the slowness from earlier, and you felt like it might do the trick as your inner walls contracted.

« Oh wow… At this rate, I’m gonna… » you thought.

At the same moment, you heard Katsuki growl above you as he came before you could, his body growing limp and crushing on yours as he panted.

« Fuck, I was so close… Maybe next time, » you inwardly whined, patting his head now that he had released your hands.

You waited for Katsuki to roll aside, but he just stayed here, not talking and not moving.

« Are you alright up there ? » you asked.

No answer came, and you wondered for a second if he passed out before you finally heard a soft snore.

« Are you kidding me ?! Don’t fall asleep when you’re still inside me you oaf ! » you whined, struggling under his weight.

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Part IX. Would you like a slice of feminism with your punch in the face ?

If there was one thing Katsuki would always concede, it was that you generally had your shit more together than him. It wasn’t an exploit in itself, but it had the merit to explain why he was as lost as a six years old kid in front of a quadratic equation when you were the one visibly upset. Which was actually the case.

It wasn’t like you were The Fairy of Undying Cheerfulness, born without the capacity of feeling any negative emotion, he knew it. He did witnessed some of your bad days already, but this time it was different. You were silent, distant, and hadn’t drop a single hint about what was going on. Whatever was eating at you, you were keeping it from him. It wasn’t helping that he still had those weird flashbacks from middle school as dreams, and the questions he started to ask himself were echoing through his skull louder every day.

Why did you come back to talk to him after your first encounter ? Why did you bother with him ? What did you find in him that deserved to be loved ? Why cloister yourself in a relationship with an unstable motherfucker like him ? Why did you choose him ?

Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? It didn’t make any sense, and Katsuki was too much of a pragmatic to believe that love had no foundation, that you just saw him exploding shit and felt your heart missed a beat thinking ‘this is him, the love of my life’. He must have said or done something good once to make you love him, but he had no idea what. It ate at him. Once a question planted itself in his mind, nothing could uproot it except the answer, and until he had it, it would just swell bigger and bigger, dozens of ‘what if ‘ blooming as the days passed, until it took up all his thoughts.

It drove him crazy.

Since when did him, Bakugô Katsuki, even ask himself such questions ? Now that he thought about it, the whole questioning started right after you had sex for the first time. Reaching this turning point undeniably triggered something in him. Ever since you gave yourself to him, he felt like he owe you somehow. It was as if sex suddenly made him realize how serious this whole relationship stuff had become, and how little his contribution to it was.

Maybe he could have untangled the whole situation if he had been someone calmer, someone softer, but Katsuki was a spitfire. His emotions bottled up, piled up like the different layers of a cocktail Molotov until everything was so shaken he couldn’t tell his feelings apart anymore, doubt mixing with fear, hate drowning in confusion, all blending together to end in a monochromatic and blurry solution he couldn’t name or defuse. All that was left for it was to explode.

It was like a Pandora’s box. When all feelings had flown away beyond his control, only one was left for him in the box. But contrary to the myths, it wasn’t hope, it was regret. Regret for his harsh choice of words when he yelled at you to force some explanation out of you, regret for not being able to apologize even when he knew he crossed the line.

Regret for not even ruling against you when you slapped him and kicked him out of your home.

***

To say that Katsuki was in a bad mood would be the biggest euphemism ever. A dark aura was emitting from his whole body, his eyes so lit they seemed to be lasers. Even his hair was spikier than usual, looking like you could prick yourself if you touch it. He hadn’t heard of you since your fight few days ago, and it pissed him off. He had zero idea on how he was supposed to handle this shit. It never ever crossed his mind that you two could end up in such a situation. What a fucking mess…

It was barely if he noticed the happy chit-chat of his classmates when he passed through the common living room, aiming straight for his room.

« Hey, Bakugô ! » Kaminari waved from the sofa. « C’mere ! We need your opinion man ! »

Katsuki glared at Denki as if he was about to rip his throat open and play violin on his vocal chords, but headed towards the group anyway. He never was one particularly sociable or looking for company, but with his mind dwelling on what happened with you without a break, any distraction sounded good.

Shuffling to the sofa, the explosive blondie glanced at the different faces, trying to figure out what could have been going on. Kaminari, Mineta, Aoyama, Kirishima and Stupid Deku were sitting on a couch facing another where were the class’s girls plus Todoroki, exiled on the armrest. The young ladies looked really, really done.

« My opinion on what ? » Bakugô asked Drooly.

« On girls, obviously !!! » Mineta yelled. « Why do you guys never get a clue ?! Girls are everything we healthy teenagers need to think about !! »

Kirishima and Deku were looking positively embarrassed by his behaviour now, and a deep sigh escaped the girls’ side. Minus Todoroki. Todoroki just looked like he was already done with everybody’s shit two years ago.

« What about them ? » Bakugô growled, fists tightening in his pockets.

To think he believed that those idiots could come handy for once and take his mind off things. What a fucking joke. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins already.

Besides the fact that this discussion would only etch you deeper in his mind, it had another downside that Bakugô wasn’t ready to face. For the first time of his life, he felt like he knew too much. He didn’t even think it was possible. But he had to face the facts : what fascinated his classmates became habitual for him. They were still daydreaming about how and when their first kiss or confession would occur, it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t a head start on them. Everything, from the most chaste kiss to the hottest night, had found its place in his daily life already, so far that he had started to forget how it felt to not know about those things, to expect them for the first time. One word too much and he would raise suspicion. Not that he planned on telling anything to anyone, but he was afraid to let something slip even when trying to give a neutral and disinterested answer.

« Well we’re conducting a poll, » Kaminari explained. « How your girlfriend should be ? Like, long hair ? Short hair ? Shy ? Daring ? »

« Don’t forget the breasts !!! Big titties are everything a man can wish for ! » Mineta added, moving his hands in huge circles around his chest to emphasize.

« They’ve been at this for ten minutes, » Yaoyorozu told him, looking like she wasn’t that far away from creating a rope to hang herself somewhere. There was a limit to the amount of bullshit this clever girl could take, and it had been crossed already.

« But I’m curious, » Uraraka said in a soft voice, eyes landing on Lord Explosion Murder. « You don’t talk much about yourself, Bakugô, so now I kinda wanna know too… Not necessarily about the looks, but, you know… the things you find attractive in someone ? »

« Bakugô, you should totally go for a really patient one ! Or a deaf one at least ! » Kaminari laughed. « No one is gonna put up with you otherwise ! »

« And blind too ! No girl in her right mind is gonna go near his murderer face, » Mineta added.

« Usually I tell people that nothing is worth a dazzling demoiselle, but for Monsieur Bakugô, it’s non non non. »

« I know right ? » Kaminari laughed even harder. « You’re totally the type to say ‘fuck off’ instead of ‘I love you’ or things like this ! Hahaha-wheee-hahaha ! »

« Now that I think about it, I don’t really picture you with anyone, Bakugô. Like, you never seem to give a fuck about anyone but you, » Jirô absentmindedly pointed out.

« J-Jirô-san, that was uncalled for, » Yaoyorozu gasped.

« Even Bakugô-chan might find the right person one day, » Tsuyu croaked.

« If I were his girlfriend I’d be too scared to even talk to him, » Mineta deplored in a very serious tone, as if he was some marriage counsellor. « But let’s get back to the real question… big breasts or small breasts ? Big breasts are awesome but girls with a nice butt are sexy too… Why can’t them all have both ? »

« And long legs too ! Long legs are super hot ! » Kaminari added.

Busy as they were with their talk, the ero-duo failed to notice something that Midoriya and Kirishima dreaded since their classmates started to gang up on the blond-haired boy : his quiet but raising anger. Nothing good ever happened when Bakugô fell silent.

« The calm before the storm, » Deku thought, eyes not leaving his friend as he witnessed his aggravating state.

Bakugô’s whole body was slightly shivering, like a volcano under the quake that would free his magma, his eyes hidden as his head was kept low. Fumes were escaping his clenched fists, his jaw seized up as his teeth gritted.

« Uuuh ? What’s with that face, Bakugô ? » Mineta hummed with a smug air. « Can’t handle a simple discussion about love and stuff ? Freaking prude. »

That was it. The final straw. Anger was pulsing through his whole body as if trying to spread beyond it, and his temper caved in. Grabbing the armrest, he exploded it with a scream.

« Don’t fucking look down on me as if you knew two shits about anything you fucking pussyaholics ! You fucking don’t ! All you can do is pull a gross list of stupid prerequisites for girls as if you were choosing your sandwich’s garnish at fucking Subway ! ‘Oh I want her to have big breasts !’, ‘I want her to have long legs !’, fuck that shit ! Do you even think you’re in a position to demand anything ?! Have you looked at your pitiful selves before speaking ?! I may be an insensitive ass, but at least I’m not one of you fucktwats who falls in ‘love’ only regarding how many boxes a girl can pick or who jumps on the first one naïve enough to let herself get reeled in your shit thinking she was worthy two fucks only to get beating around until she fits in your goddamn requirements ! So don’t you fucking go lecturing me ! You know nothing you asswipes ! »

And with that, hands buried deep in his pockets, Bakugô left without a last glance, letting his classmates in the most upper stupefaction.

« Bakugô, » Todoroki called out with a curious look on his face. « Is it possible that- »

« Get lost you quadrichromatic fucker ! » the explosive boy yelled at him, disappearing into the next corridor.

The silence Bakugô instituted lasted for several long seconds, only broken by Jirô slowly clapping her hands.

« There you go, my little feminist, » she whistled.

« The hell was that ?! » Mina asked around, not believing what her racoon eyes just witnessed.

« I think I just fell a bit in love, » Hagakure confessed.

« I didn’t know Bakugô-san could evince such maturity. In his own words, but still... » Momo admitted, a hand over her mouth and a tear in the corner of her eyes.

« Ribbit… That was unexpected… »

« I think I shat my pants, » Kaminari whined.

« M-Me too… » Mineta confirmed.

« For him to talk like that… » Uraraka mumbled pensively, one finger tapping her chin. « Deku-kun, does Bakugô-kun have a girlfriend ? »

The freckled boy immediately started to pour sweat, face turning red and arms flailing around.

« I-I-I don’t know !!! It’s not like Kacchan would tell me something like this !! »

« Hm, you’re right… Kirishima-kun, do you know if Bakugô-kun… Ah, he left too, » Ochako deplored.

***

Bakugô stomped his way to his room, slamming the door hard enough behind him to have it vibrating on its hinges.

« Fucking hell ! » he swore as he punched his wall.

What drove him nuts wasn’t even the sheer stupidity of his classmates, it was that as dumb as they were, they still guessed some shits right.

« You’re totally the type to say ‘fuck off’ instead of ‘I love you’. » « If I were his girlfriend I’d be too scared to even talk to him. »

Fuck, those weren’t even things that would likely occur. They happened already. The fact that those assholes had it right when they were jokingly trying to imagine the worst things one could do to their girlfriend seriously damaged his self-worth. It felt like the whole world was trying to make him get the message that he just wasn’t good enough.

He wasn’t a fool, he knew it was ninety percent thanks to you if this whole relationship shit worked in the first place. Most of the time he just complicated simple things and minimized serious stuff. And the more he thought about it, the more he found the whole thing unfair. He felt like swindling you, and was starting to think that maybe you began to see things the same way. Maybe you grew tired of working for two, of never being paid back.

God, he couldn’t even blame you. Yet he very selfishly wanted you to stay. Ironically, the only thing worse than being an asshole was being aware to be one.

Two little knocks on his door made him snap out of his thoughts, blinking blankly.

« What ?! » he yelled towards the incomer. Soon enough, a tuft of spiky red hair appeared through the partially open door, followed by two crimson eyes and a toothy but shy smile. « What d’ya want, Shitty Hair ? »

« Hey dude, uh… Just checking that you’re okay. The guys went too far earlier… D’ya need to talk or something ? »

« Talk ? » Katsuki looked at him as if Kirishima just asked him if he wanted to cross-dress. « I have nothing to talk about ! »

« Yeah sure, » Kirishima sighed, clearly expecting this reaction. « Still, I hope you’ll introduce me to her one day. »

« Her ? Who the fuck is her ?! » Bakugô growled, squinting.

« The reason why you blew such a fuse with Kaminari and Mineta, » Kirishima smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. « Damn bro, you roasted them ! »

« Die, Shitty Hair ! Die ! » Blasty yelled, shoving his hand against his hardened face in a vain attempt to explode it.

« Ow ! It kinda hurts when you do this at point blank range, you know ? » Kirishima whined. « Anyway, if you need anything, I live next door dude. Oh and, don’t take what they told you too seriously. They’re lost causes, you know ? »

And with that, for his own sake, Red Riot left before getting exploded again, gently closing the door.

« Shitty Hair… » Bakugô mumbled, palms still fuming. « When the fuck did he become so fucking perceptive ? Pisses me off ! »

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Part X. It was love at first fight II.

Running down the hallway, you couldn’t care less about the other middle school students complaining as you jostled them in your hurry, screaming ‘Make way ! I’m a third year !’ as if you were a doctor barrelling their way to an unconscious victim. Your own sentence had a far lesser impact, though.

The belongings hastily gathered in your arms weren’t yours except for one notebook, and much to your distress, their rightful owner didn’t seem to want to slow down so you could finally catch up to him.

« To think I’m doing this for that asshole, » you muttered under your breath. « I’m definitely too good for this world. I’m a living cinnamon roll. »

You took a sharp turn, sliding on the floor in a loud screech.

« Ah, fuck, » you groaned as you saw a sheet of paper escaping from one of the notebooks in your arms. You quickly picked it up with you free hand and buried it in your pocket before hurrying again.

« Finally ! » you sighed in bliss when a spiky mass of hair entered your field of vision.

You tried to call him out. Once, twice, without much success. At this rate, you more and more seriously considered to just drop everything in the nearest trash bin.

« Okay, last chance for him to get his stuff back, after this I definitely give up, » you thought, taking in a huge inspiration before shouting at the top of your lungs. « HEY ! THE ANGRY PORCUPINE WHO NEEDS A BETTER HAIRSTYLIST AND SOME BELT TO HOLD HIS FUCKING PANTS UP !! DO YOU MIND STOPPING ALREADY ?! »

Well, that was effective. The ash-blond haired boy you were referring to stopped, as well as every other student in the hall. Which were you were standing in the middle of, by the way.

« WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS DARED- »

He turned around like a madman, looking for guilt on the various faces surrounding him to find the culprit of this awful appellation, but only met pairs of eyes housing a mix of surprise and amusement. Well, except for the person right in front of him he hadn’t seen approaching. He backed off a little.

« Who the fuck you- » he started.

« You dropped this, genius ! Your bag’s open ! » you cut him off, exasperated, and held out his notebooks and his pencil case.

« Ha ? » Bakugô let out, a bit confused as he checked his open bag. The zip was broken. Frowning, he snatched his belongings from your hands. « Don’t fucking call me that ever again, you hear me ?! » he threatened with deadly glare.

Now it was your turn to frown. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to jump in your arms saying how grateful he was for your gesture, but you at least deserved a thanks.

« Normal people would say ‘thanks for returning those to me’ in a case like this…  Bakugô ! » you remembered his name just in time and snapped your fingers. « I knew I had your name on the tip of my tongue ! It’s Bakugô, right ? »

« Get lost, » he growled. « And you, stop laughing ! You wanna die ?! » he yelled at the remaining students who were still snickering at his new nickname.

You looked at him stuffing his goods back in his bag, wedging it under his arm. Now that you had a chance to see him a bit closer, you noticed how much this dude had the face of a recidivist psycho. The constantly burning red eyes weren’t helping at all. The aforementioned blonde frowned, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

« How the fuck do you know my name ? »

« How do I… Are you kidding ? I’m in your class, you don’t even recognize your classmates ?! »

« Like I care about those losers ! »

« Hey, I’m part of those losers ! » you protested.

« Did I fucking stutter ? » he spat with disdain, glaring. You took the insinuation with a grimace.

« You know Bakugô, I had a hazy guess that you were an asswipe when I saw you attacking a Quirkless student, but not even being able to handle a simple word of thanks that’s just… a whole new level of assholeness. You should register a patent. »

« What the hell ?! Are you picking up a fight ?!… Come back here you loser ! Don’t you dare turn your back to me !! »

You pretended not to hear, getting ahead of him in the hallway and maybe speeding up and glancing over your shoulder, just to make sure that you wouldn’t stupidly die today from getting your backbone exploded. You might have acted like you didn’t care about the insults and aggressive behaviour, truth to be told, you would have loved to knock him out.

If someone had told you at this moment that this rude ass would have a free pass to your bed in the near future, you would probably have laughed. Not in a cute, light-hearted way, no, more like in an ugly and nervous one. The kind of laugh someone would have if they had just learned they’d been sentenced to a painful death for a crime they didn’t commit. The depressed ‘someone kill me please’ themed one.

« Okay, » you breathed in deeply. « Calm down girl, it’s not the first asshole you’ve seen, and that won’t be the last, no need to stay angry for something like this, he isn’t worth it… But fuck, what a pain ! »

Burying your hands deep in your pockets, you frowned when your fingers didn’t met the anticipated cold touch of your keys, but something much softer instead. Intrigued, you took out the sheet of paper you forgot to give back.

« Ah, whoops… Well, I guess I have no choice but take a look, just to see if it’s important or not, » you smiled devilishly, somehow hoping for something compromising like… a love poem dedicated to your teacher and signed from Bakugô’s hand. Yes, that would be perfect.

The disappointment was total when you unfolded the paper. It was just the mathematics test your professor returned. But what upset you the most wasn’t even your disillusion, it was that Bakugô had a better grade than you. Even worse, you only noticed now that you accidentally gave him your own notebook, therefore ruining your plan on sacrificing his test as a tribute to the God of Fire in hope to summon a demon. He had a hostage as well now.

***

When you arrived in your classroom the next morning, what you saw at Bakugô’s desk wasn’t really Bakugô himself. It was a Pomeranian-haired ball of rage trapped in a uniform school, rummaging angrily through his whole bag. And swearing, but it was almost pointless to specify that.

« New bag, same temper, huh ? » you mocked.

Bakugô jolted, and you could see at his expression that it took him two seconds to remember who you were. This dude really paid no attention to the people around him, did he ?

« Looking for this ? » you asked, waving the sheet of paper you had since yesterday.

« What the hell ?! Why do you have it ?! Give it back ! » the boy yelled, pointing his finger at you. Rude.

« Why do I… Oh God, Bakugô, » you sighed. « Did you really ace U.A. mock test ? It’s obvious, it felt from one of your notebooks and I forgot to give it back with the rest, that’s all. You’ve got one of mine, by the way. »

He gave you a disdainful glance, taking a notebook from his bag.

« You mean this piece of shit ? » he growled. « I don’t think someone who messes up her equations so fucking badly has any right to sass me about grades, ugly face. »

He threw it right at you, and you clumsily caught it in mid-air.

« Ugly face ? Bitch please, did you look at yourself ? You’d be ugly even in pitch darkness, » you retorted, subconsciously flipping through your sheets of calculations. « Wait, you read it ?! You corrected it ?! »

You blinked several times at the foreign writing crossing out your mistakes. You certainly hadn’t seen that coming.

« What ? I’m a perfectionist, it fucking made me cry blood to see such huge miscalculations, I had to do something. »

It actually physically hurt you to see that his correction looked right. But what shocked you the most was to see that Bakugô was actually someone clever.

« I wouldn’t have guessed that you were good at studying, » you said.

« Ha ? » he let out loudly. « What does that even mean ?! »

« Well, your behaviour didn’t concur with the one expected from a top student, you know ? No offence, but you would expect someone with your temper to be a dunce, or someone with your grades to be much nicer. Assholery and hard work aren’t two features you tend to see coexisting in the same person. »

You always thought that the few glimpses you had into Bakugô’s personality through his misbehaviours were enough for you to figure him out to the core. You saw him only as one of those kids who picked a fight with weaker than them to feel stronger, another bully plumbing the depths of studying who didn’t know how to exist besides perturbing other’s lives. To think that he was actually smart somehow made you sick. He didn’t even had the excuse of the stupidity to justify his misconducts.

« No offence, my ass ! Give me back my fucking test now, ugly face ! »

« Hey, slow down on the insults or I’ll show you why I was called The Nutcracker in elementary school ! Spoiler : it has nothing to do with my ballet skills, » you snapped, handing him the paper.

The dialogue ended on that, leaving Bakugô roasted, choking on his own spit, and you with a feeling of satisfaction now that you snubbed him. Little did you know that you just got yourself into a real mess. Because Bakugô Katsuki had to win everything, verbal jousting included.

This made no sense, really, yet this was how you got caught in the yet so narrow Bakugô’s gravity. It wasn’t every day he found someone able to bite back, an opponent challenging his spite and creativity in terms of insults. He had to shut you up, it was stronger than him, even if he subconsciously knew it was according you more attention and thoughts than he wanted, than you deserved. It got him angry against himself. What the fuck was he doing ? He hadn’t any time to joke around like this ! Screw you !

To think that there even was one time where he followed you the whole way home just because he wasn’t done proving his point… But he won the match this day, so it was worth it. You never told him, but he got you so well this day that you racked your brain until four of the morning thinking about a good comeback to shove into his face, only to finally yell ‘You know what’s the difference between you and black holes ? Both of you are dense as fuck and suck some deep balls, but at least black holes have some power of attraction !’

Little did you know, at the moment, that you just came up with what would be the most recurrent private joke between the two of you.

***

It took off like a rocket between the two of you, that was a fact. It didn’t even occur to either of you that you were actually bonding before a classmate asked you, in all sheer innocence, seeing you two speaking together, for how many years you’ve been friends. You didn’t even had the time to answer that Bakugô had thrown himself into a ‘I’m not that bitch’s friend’ monologue. Said the same very boy who shared a table with you for lunch. Incredible.

« So much bad faith in such a scrawny body, » you grinned, taking your chopsticks.

« Fuck you ! It’s those fucking clothes, they made me look thinner than I am ! » Bakugô protested, digging in. « I got to beef up even more before U.A. exam entrance. »

« By the way, Bakugô, why would someone like you wanna be a hero ? »

« What do you mean, someone like me ? Careful what you imply, » he threatened, looking at you from over the bowl of rice he held close to his mouth.

« I mean a little navel-gazer who doesn’t give half a fuck about people and can’t even talk to them properly. You’re aiming for a job where you will devote your life to rescuing and helping others. YOU. It sounds as absurd as hearing Satan declaring he wanna be a midwife. You remember Satan, right ? The guy who bought your soul and is bawling for a refund since. »

You heard him choke on his rice, not without a devilish smile.

« I’m gonna be a hero because I win, and that’s what heroes do. That’s all, » he declared in a grumpy tone, gulping down his glass of water.

« So, in other words, you’re just going to dedicate your life to indulge your ego, » you answered, almost sounding disappointed. « How shallow… »

« Oï, » he interjected. « Who are you calling shallow, dumbass ?! If you think all pro heroes out there have as only goal to defend the weak and the oppressed, you’re fucking clueless ! How many do you think choose this path for fame and money and hide themselves behind the  ‘I just wanna save people’ pretext ?!  At least I’m not some loser who covers his true motives up ! »

Ah, here he went, he did it again. Just when you were expecting it the least, he stroke with a glimpse of his personality beyond the assholeness, making everything you took for granted about him shake. It gave off the vibe that he was different from the other boys, and for a fourteen years old girl’s heart, it made almost everything. Silly, yet predicable.

« Bakugô Katsuki, definitely a mystery, » you sighed for yourself, very aware of the meaning behind the beat your heart just missed.

Feelings really could grow out of nothing…

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Part XI. Talk to me.

No matter how hard you tried to focus, you just couldn’t get any homework done today, unable to read past the few firsts words of any question. You could blame the weather for your desire to hide and sleep under your blanket, the sky cloaked in thick, grey clouds threatening to burst into tears at any moment. But you knew it wasn’t the storm that was responsible for your mood.

« Shit, » you mumbled, massaging your temples as you briefly closed your eyes.

Even if you were used to Katsuki’s mood swings, that was the first time you reacted so hard to it. It was also the first time you two got into a fight. You were usually the one who chilled for both during his episodic angers, not the one who joined him in his fury. It was more like Mitsuki.

« Fuck him, » you frowned, crossing out an incorrect calculation on your notebook. « At least that gave him a taste of his own medicine ! I can be as much of an insufferable prick as he is after all ! »

Even if you wanted to be tough and unshakeable, you were full of doubts and fears on the inside. How the fuck did people recover from quarrels ? You were sure you were the one who was right, that it was all Katsuki’s fault, and you hadn’t the slightest intention of apologizing when you hadn’t do anything wrong, or even to make the first move for a reconciliation either… but in the same time, you doubted your boyfriend would be able to swallow his pride and do it himself. Bakugô Katsuki and apologies were two immiscible concepts. The fact that he didn’t manifest himself in the last four days was reinforcing this belief. But if nobody resolved to do something then… it would be over, wouldn’t it ? Were you going to be one of those countless stories where two people just stopped being with each other by refusing to apologize ? Was it already over for Katsuki ? Maybe that was why he didn’t show up, maybe he made a fresh start already !

« This idiot won’t make a move, he’ll just… wait for me to be the nice one and solve everything again, » you grumbled, nervously wiping at the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. « I’m not worth a shot, am I ? Well fuck him, I’ve got my pride too ! I’ll make him feel what it’s like to always come after someone’s ego, to be shut down when you’re just trying to understand what’s going on ! Good job, Bakugô, you finally brought me to the same pitiful level as you ! »

Furiously, you struck out half of your paper with your red pen, the ink leaving fat blots in its way, even piercing the sheet twice.

« I hate him and his fucking selfishness ! »

All drowned in your panic, you jolted and dropped your pencil when the sound of your door bell reverberated through the house. Your hands balled into tight fists, one of them slamming the desk, knocking down your pencil pot. You kinda wanted to be left alone today.

« Yeah, yeah ! Coming, coming ! » you shouted, making your way to the front of your house in quick strides.

Lowering the handle, you slightly pulled the door toward you. The air was cold as it hit your cheeks, the smell of an incoming storm carried within it. You opened wide eyes when a familiar silhouette stood out against the grey sky. You would recognize this curmudgeon’s face and those piercing crimson eyes anytime, but you didn’t expect them at your door. Your jaw dropped in surprise, and before you remembered how to talk, Katsuki spoke first.

« You’re the one who fucking lectured me about telling what’s stuck in my head because you’re not a goddamn mind reader, but guess what ?! I ain’t one either ! So just tell me what’s going on with you, idiot ! »

A wave of anger shot through your body. Was it really all he had to say ?!

« You’re going to yell ?! You’re going to insult me ?! Well enjoy my doormat, fuckhead ! »

You slammed the door in his face, resting your back against it.

« Open the door ! » Katsuki shouted, pounding on it.

« No ! You don’t get it, do you ?! You’re the one who started to be all weird and said nothing ! But I didn’t pester you with questions because I’m trying to give you some space, to let you deal with whatever shit is going on the way you want to ! But when I’m the one who’s upset, you yell at me and order me to speak ?! It didn’t occur to you that maybe I’d have told you what was wrong if you just asked nicely for once ?! »

Katsuki’s fist froze before it could hit the door again. So, his fears had been proven right. You were fed up with his bullshit.

« I know you care or you wouldn’t be here otherwise, » you spoke again. « But I need to hear it sometimes ! Without you disguising everything as an insult or a threat ! I can’t function with your constant « fuck off bitch » holding only on my « Aw that’s okay he doesn’t mean it this way ». You don’t scream at your phone when it runs off battery after weeks of not charging it, right ? Well it’s the same for me… If you never… give me anything, in the right way, I’ll shut down too. »

You sighed deeply, your head tilting backward and resting against the door as you stared at the ceiling.

« It’s not a weakness to show positive emotions… to show affection… to show concern. It’s not a weakness to have a tender word or gesture every once in a while. It’s just a proof that you’re fine with me, that you trust me enough to let your guard down. I’m just… trying to be close to you… to be someone special to you. But you make it hard… I’m not asking too much, am I ? »

You waited few seconds, expecting an answer, but heard nothing.

« Are you still there ? »

« Yeah, » Katsuki said this time in a soft voice. « Open the door. »

You hesitated, having mixed feelings about letting him in. But you were soft, and the fact that he was actually tryingto patch things up with you, even in his own fucked up way,didn’t leave you unfazed and soothed your judgement. He came. He initiated. He was giving a fuck, for once. He apparently didn’t plan onletting you deal with everything alone nor make the first move. Looked like you were worth a shot after all…

Your rancour flickered, and you opened the door right when a loud thunderbolt tore the sky, a drizzle starting to dampen Katsuki’s clothes before evolving into a heavier rain. The blond boy didn’t flinch, only staring into your eyes again, seeking an answer, an indication to know if you wanted him to leave or stay.

« Get in, I’ll… I’ll make some tea, » you said, stepping aside and immediately disappearing in the kitchen. « And don’t get me wrong, I’m still upset ! »

Katsuki followed quietly and took his shoes off, stopping on the kitchen’s threshold, as if not allowing himself to go further. He stayed stiff near the door frame, just watching your back and letting your words echo through his mind as you prepared two cups with spoons and sugar. He wasn’t sure why, but just looking at you acting casually made something ache in him and made him feel empty at the same time. The most accurate word he would label on this weird sensation was loneliness. Which didn’t make any sense. You were right here. His arms started to shake at his sides.

« What the fuck are you doing ? » he muttered in a strange tone.

« What ? Uh… Making tea, I guess ? »

« I meant with me. »

This sentence actually made you drop the bag of tea between your fingers. Did that really come out of his mouth ? To ask something he would himself qualify as a ‘shitty sentimental question’, he should really be at his wit’s end. When your turned around, you saw him completely stiff and tensed, head low between his shoulders and fingers twitching nervously. You always found this posture, both defensive and aggressive, perfectly heartbreaking.

« Katsuki, » you started, coming in front of him and gently placing your hands on his forearms. « Is this why you were so weird lately ? »

« You just don’t make any fucking sense ! » he shouted. « Did the fucking old hag pay you to go out with me ?! Or are you just that fucked up of a masochist ?! I’m not made for this kind of shit, you just proved it right, so why are you so fucking persistent ?! Why do you… want me so much ? You’re just… You’re just like All Might ! Making things work with a dumbass smile until you break because I screwed up ! »

You opened wide eyes at this unexpected analogy. It was an evidence that what happened in Kamino left a mark on him, and that its repercussions would affect him in the long term and in a multitude of ways, but you never thought it would impact your very own relationship with him. The burden of guilt he was carrying was still as heavy as when it was first put on his shoulders, hence he made connections that didn’t exist.

« Don’t compare the incomparable,» you said in a disapproving tone, your hands cupping his cheeks. « I can’t possibly be the first to tell you that but… All Might’s downfall isn’t your fault. And just because you upset me doesn’t me you broke me, for fuck’s sake, Katsuki, it’s… Sometimes shit happens in relationships, that’s all, you’re not… you’re not toxic. You do good things, Katsuki, only the wrong way, » you said, your hands cupping his cheeks.

« You were crying, » he pointed out in an accusingly more directed at himself than at you. « There’s no good or bad way to get this, it just shouldn’t happen. »

« Listen, that’s one of the few common points we share : we cry when we’re angry. And I was fucking mad before you came, like… I thought that you were going to ditch me, maybe without even noticing me that I was back to the single status. »

« Why would I do that ? » he groaned, frowning as his hands came over yours. « When I get involved in something, I make it work until the end. I don’t bother with half-baked, short-term projects, you should know that at least. »

« So… I’m a long-term project ? Is it a proposal ? »

For the first time of the day, you laughed. It felt good to have your usual dynamic back, but Katsuki was as serious as when you found him at your door. Despite you sweet words, he was too rational to let himself be hoodwinked and forget all his inner torments. Seeing that you failed at soothing his nerves, you spoke again, gently rocking his face between your palms.

« You’re raw, but genuine. You don’t hide anything, bad or good, even if you disguise the good to make it look bad. You may be a self-aware ass, but you’re not a liar. You’d rather be disliked for who you truly are than trick people into thinking that you’re someone you’re not. I like it. Your brutal honesty can’t be everyone’s cup of tea, and sometimes you’re really hard to handle, but for me, it’s… How can I phrase it… I’d find it ten times scarier to be with an affable liar than with you. »

« So that’s it ? » Katsuki smirked acidly. « Being an asshole is wrong unless you publicly show it. To think some guys bothered with buying flowers and being polite. »

« Don’t be sarcastic, you little black hole, » you frowned. « You’re more than a bunch of dirty words and random explosions, and you know it. You’re not a bad person, Katsuki. You’re getting better. »

This time, you really brought him back into time as your arms came over his neck, pulling him against you. He could count on the fingers of one maimed hand the number of times he physically felt the need of being held, but today was one. Slowly, he felt the tensions gathered in his body leaving, his breathing eased as he squeezed you against him.

« You still hadn’t tell me what was wrong the other day, » he mumbled into your neck, wanting to change subject now.

« Ah, » you said with a sheepish smile, letting go of him. « I had what is commonly called a pregnancy scare… » you confessed.

Katsuki froze, as if you just spoke in another language and needed a moment to translate it in his own, his eyes widening little by little until you started to worry they might pop out of his head.

« Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant ! But next time we have sleepy sex, please pull out before falling back asleep because uh… the condom kinda stayed inside and everything it contained as well… I freaked out so badly, I didn’t dare to go to the pharmacy, I was scared… I ended up texting a friend to get a pregnancy test for me… She brought it like… two hours after I kicked your ass out of the house, you really had a bad timing to lash out on me. »

« You should have told me !! Why the hell did you keep it secret ?! » Katsuki yelled, shaking you by the shoulders.

« Because you were already all weird and troubled, basically not the easiest person to talk to, » you retorted. « I knew my friend was going to drop by soon, I thought it wouldn’t change anything to not tell you for few more hours, especially if it ended in a false alert… It would have unnecessarily stress you. »

Something shifted in Katsuki’s eyes at this. Once again, his own weakness, his own vulnerability brought trouble to someone he cared about. To think you shouldered that alone just to protect him because he couldn’t handle his mood, what a fucking loser he was. Frowning, he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time for the self-loathing thoughts. If you still truly found that he was doing good with you despite all this mess, then he should live up to your expectations. No, he had to exceed them ! He grabbed your shoulders, firmly, as if trying to make himself even realer and closer than he already was. One of his hands led your head against his torso and gauchely ruffled your hair. Your arms immediately came back around his form, squeezing him against you again as your head nuzzled in his neck. You sighed deeply when you basked in his cologne, measuring how much you’d miss him by the greatness of the relief to have him in your arms again.

Pressed against you, Katsuki felt weird. He had the odd sensation to hold you for the first time after you had been gone for a long time, yet it was only four days. That didn’t make any sense. He was used to only see you on the weekends, he was used to wait for longer than four fucking days without feeling your absence, yet here he was, his arms tightening around you. You were right here, yet the sensation of missing you was still lingering through him, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, as if he only became aware of his emptiness once you started to fill it. It made him light-headed.

Was it how you felt after he had gone missing ?

« Fuck, » he swore as your caresses on his back ignited something else.

After the various emotions you went through, he now had a strong urge to be one with you again. Little did he knew that, as you luxuriated in his embrace, you felt the same need kicking in. Your hands started to massage his broad shoulders, your body pressing even further against his. You heard him letting out an almost imperceptible sigh, his hands twitching on your back before dropping to firmly grab your ass.

« Make up sex ? » you proposed in a soft voice.

« Make up sex, » Katsuki echoed in agreement. « Better make it be worth the fight, huh ? »

Without warning, he seized your hips and lifted you up, your legs automatically coming around his waist as you yelped in surprise. Katsuki’s lips crashed against yours as he tasted your mouth and tongue, sighing lengthily in the kiss.

He didn’t walk far with you, just few meters so he could drop you on the kitchen counter. His now free hands immediately flew to your face, cupping it, holding it in place as he kissed you hotly, caressing it as if he was trying to memorize every shape. The gesture was a first. He always refused to touch your face too much because of his Quirk, but today you felt his palms gliding over your cheeks, tracing your ears and chin, getting lost in your hair. Somehow, it got to you even more than the passionate kisses he was giving you.

« What are you doing ?! » you suddenly let out a cry when he pushed your back against the counter and lifted your skirt.

« Well, I’m a black hole, ain’t I ? Gotta suck, » he smirked, eyes locked to yours.

« What ?! » you shrieked, trying to at least leaned on your elbows only to be pushed back.

« What ? Any objection ? » he asked as he placed your legs over his shoulders, making you bashfully hide your face behind your hands.

« It… It’s not that I don’t like the idea but doing it here, between my dad’s coffee mug and the sugar bowl my mom inherited from a great-aunt it’s a bit… »

« Perfect, » Bakugô cut you out. « Now you can’t say I’m not family-minded. »

« Oh fuck, » you whined.

Katsuki took perverse pleasure in removing your panties as slowly as his excitation let him do, letting them hang around your one of your ankles. God bless Japanese school uniforms and the thigh high socks half the girls wore under their skirt like you today. It unexpectedly thrilled him to have you like this, formally dressed but bare-bottomed, displayed under him with your skirt gathered up around your waist along with the hem of your shirt previously neatly tucked in. If he first thought about stripping you, he had changed his mind now. He was going to have you like this.

« Now you’re gonna think about this anytime you wore your uniform, » he teasingly murmured in your ear.

« I think I hate you, at least a tiny bit, » you groaned, body shivering in need and anticipation.

God, you were such a messy sight and he didn’t even started yet. Katsuki could feel his erection growing as he secured your knees over his shoulders a last time before letting his hands skimmed southward, thumbs massaging the juncture of your thighs and pelvis lengthily, prodding only a little at your lips. But even if the moans you were letting on were the most arousing music ever, he didn’t feel like teasing you for too long. He missed you too much for that.

Breathing heavily, your eyes fluttered at the drainer near you. You felt on fire already. Your body seemed more sensitive than ever, probably a side effect brought by the combination of the two of you making up after a period of doubt where you weren’t sure if you would have the chance to hold each other again.

You moaned loudly when a single digit slid along your slit before plunging inside you, your walls clenching in a desperate need to keep it here. Indulging in your eagerness, another finger soon joined in, Katsuki taking his sweet time to work you open as your hips started to move on themselves, rocking against the counter, its wood scratching your ass.

Katsuki cursed under his breath. He would very like to ravage you, but he had a plan and intended to stick to it. Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he took his sticky fingers out, spreading your lips a bit, frowning. He always found that male genitals were pretty simple, basically a trunk and two coconuts, but girls’ looked like a fucking conundrum. There were just… so many folds and shit.

Biting down his way from your ankle to your knee as to remind you what he promised, he finally leaned down, licking the wholeness of your dripping sex. Your taste surprised him, even if he wasn’t expecting anything. It was so different from all the savours of you he already tried… He smelled your hair, kissed your lips, bit your skin, but he didn’t find anything like that between your legs, the taste he was experiencing right now was just… so fucking sexual. And your slit felt so hot and tender against his mouth. He loved it.

When he licked again, your eyes shot open, head tilting backward as he did, his tongue warm and slightly rough against your most sensitive spot. His every movement was making you moan louder and louder. Your hips rolled on their own when the supple muscle slipped into you, mimicking the rhythm he usually set between your thighs, only to get caught between two hot hands as Katsuki lifted your pelvis. He kept fucking you with his tongue, sometimes thrusting, sometimes licking. When he circled you clit, you cried his name and grabbed a handful of his hair, quivering from head to toes.

« Ah ! Katsuki ! »

Katsuki felt oddly aroused at the gesture and sucked harder on the sweet spot he just found, the taste of you filling his mouth. He wasn’t used to be the one with his head between your legs but fuck, it was awesome. One of his hands let go of your hips, his thumb caressing your slit before pushing into you. Your back arched as you screamed, the difference of timing between his tongue and finger driving you crazy, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. The squelching sounds his mouth let out made you even more aware of what he was doing to you, turning you on.

« Fuck, » Katsuki thought as he loudly exhaled through his nose before biting down the flesh of your inner thigh, his hands fiddling with his belt and pants. « C’mere. »

Grabbing your wrists, he pulled you against him and placed your arms around his neck, his own coming under your ass to lift you up. Taking few steps backward, he let himself fall on a kitchen chair and sat you down on his knees just the time to find a condom in his wallet. He then rose you once again to place you over his erection. Your shivering legs were spread on each side of the chair, and you startled a bit when you felt the cold tip of his wrapped cock pressed against your entrance. Quickly, he led you down his shaft, hissing at how ungodly your tightness was around his member. Your head fell backward at the sudden fullness, exposing your throat where Katsuki’s lips rushed to leave few hickeys. His hands ripped your shirt open, tearing the first buttons away and lowering one of your bra’s cup to leave one of your breasts bare, his mouth soon closing and sucking around your nipple.

« Katsuki… » you sighed again as you held on his shoulders to balance yourself as he started to thrust under you.

His hands kept your hips where he wanted them, guided you all the way up and down his cock, his pace quick to speed up. He made you ride him hard, his face never leaving your chest where his teeth left countless crescent moon shaped marks. The feeling of having your half naked sweaty body bouncing on his thighs and slamming his cock inside you was properly insane.

« Fuck I missed that ! » Katsuki growled.

Dangling, your legs kicked the air as if wanting to spur a horse. The chair was dangerously creaking under your weights, and both of your backs ached, yours from being arched, Katsuki’s from repeatedly hitting the backrest. The clothes were sticking to your skin, all wrinkled and dampened with sweat, but none of you took the time to remove them. All that mattered was to keep up the pace set between you, to keep on fuelling your fires. You were panting at each thrust, moaning in delight anytime Katsuki filled you up and hit your deepest spot, your arms coming around his neck as you hugged him tight. Feeling your perking tits pressed against his torso, the blond-haired boy let go of your hips and grabbed your breasts, playing with your nipples as he sucked the skin of your neck until a hickey bloomed under his lips. Your hands flew to his face and cupped it so you could kiss him deeply, your waist swirling to match his thrusts and made him fill every nook of your intimacy. But as you felt the heat between your thighs dangerously approaching its peak, you heard Katsuki swear and come loudly.

« NO ! » you yelled, making him jolt.

« No ?!  The fuck ?! » he shouted in surprise, startling again when he saw you glaring daggers at him.

« I was so close ! » you whined, shaking him by the shoulders. « You’re too fast ! Stop coming first in everything ! »

The frustration made you reel your feelings bluntly, but you could almost hear Katsuki’s pride shattering at the last sentence, the word ‘premature’ aching in his head. Frozen on the spot, he stared blankly at you as if he just had been told that he was forced to marry Deku. Oops.

« Sorry, » you apologized. « It’s getting better and all but… »

« Fuck you, » he groaned, beet red of embarrassment. He knew it would take him several attempts before he could make you see stars, but still, he felt bad to come before you.

A little smack on your ass silently ask you to move, which you did, letting Katsuki’s spent cock slip out of your body. You stayed seated over his waist though, your face falling against his chest so you could bask in his smell longer. First silent, the raspy voice of your boyfriend soon resonated again.

« Next time, you’re not gonna leave the fucking bed before I make you cum, » he declared, dead serious. « How does that sound ? »

A bit puzzled by the sudden promise, you nevertheless offered him a smile.

« It sounds awesome. »

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Part XII. Walt Disney wouldn’t have been so daring.

Movies fucking lied to him. You know those scenes where the protagonist woke up next to his beautiful soul mate ? It was a purveyor of dreams, right ? She would be laying on her side, a peaceful smile on her lips, her hair gently waving on the pillow like the sea undulating on the sand, and wake up like a fresh and dewy flower blooming, eyes fluttering open in the cutest way… Well Bakugô was having none of it.

You were all dishevelled, half of your hair tangled over your face, the other trying to conquer your pillow, the sheet struggled between your arms as if you wrestled the shit out of it during the night. Your mouth was slightly agape, a trickle of drool dampening the mattress.

« You’re fucking gross, wake up already ! » he yelled, kicking you out of the bed.

The sound you let out when you kissed the ground was just as disgraceful as your general state. Movies fucking lied to you as well. Usually the boyfriend would be a smiling and generous boy, one that would wake you up by whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and then bring you a breakfast in bed with homemade pancakes and the juice of oranges he would have squeezed himself before picking a wild rose at the risk of his hands to bedeck your hair… You sighed.

« How exactly did I fuck up enough to date the dragon instead of the Prince Charming ? » you asked yourself as you painfully stood up, glaring daggers at your stupid boyfriend who was still under the blanket. « You’re an ass, » you unaffectedly declared.

« And you’re an idiot ! » he shouted back, throwing your phone at you. « The damn thing has been ringing for ten minutes ! It’s pill time ! Hurry up, birdbrain ! »

« The Dragon and the Birdbrain… sounds like the new Walt Disney… » you thought, disappearing in the bathroom to take your medication.

You were the one who suggested to change your contraceptive, shortly after what you poetically nicknamed ‘The Stuck Condom Accident’. Katsuki easily agreed after you explained him the advantages the pill had compared to condoms. It was safer, simpler, and less expensive too. The only thing it requested was to take it correctly and to have your bloods checked beforehand. The idea of being able to do it raw was also very, very appealing to the both of you.

The only downside was that Bakugô was going a bit overboard with the ‘pill should be taken every day at the same time’ thing and almost forced the medication down you throat himself as soon as your phone rang, as if it would loose its effectiveness if you were two minutes late. Fucking maniac.

The goddamn pill swallowed, you crawled back into your bed, making yourself comfortable.

« I should set my alarm later next month, it’s too damn early, » you thought, yawning.

You were all ready to go back to sleep, but a hand on the curve of your back kept you awake.

« Your Jaws themed week is over, right ? » the dragon groaned in your ear.

« You think you’re getting any of this after being so rude to me, Katsuki ? » you said, playfully smacking your butt. « Keep dreaming. Next time you’ll think twice before being an ass right in the morning. Who knows, maybe you’ll wake me up decently ? Like, with a cute song or something ? »

« Wakey wakey before I burn your body, » he morbidly mused. « Happy now ? »

« No. »

« Hi, hi, sweetie pie. Wake up and then please die. »

« No. »

« Jingle jingle bell. I’ll send you straight to hell. »

« Not any better. You and your two blue balls can go choke a cock. You’ll see, it’s not that bad. »

You heard him choke indeed, but not on a cock, on his own spit, sign that he was kicking himself. He deserved that one, and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt him wiggling and swearing as if trying to find how to change your mind.

« How about I make it up to you by keeping my promise ? » you suddenly heard him whisper, one of his hands coming under your shirt to caress your belly.

A long shivered ran down your spine. This dude did swear to make you cum after all, and the idea that he wouldn’t let go of you until you were done softened your mood. That was a tad too appealing to stay angry.

« How about we make a deal ? » you negotiated, turning around to face him. « If you make me cum, you’re forgiven. If you don’t, you’ll have to treat me like a princess for one whole week, with flowers, compliments and all. »

« Either way it’s your win, huh ? Deal, » he nodded, eyes locked to yours.

« Good, » you smiled devilishly and beat him to pinning the other down the mattress. « Don’t think I won’t put up a fight though, » you soughed as he looked at you a bit surprised.

A grin bloomed on his lips. Even if it was out of the question to let you top, he was willing to let you play the dominant one for the foreplay. He wouldn’t deny that having you horny and daring was a real turn-on.

You didn’t waste any time and straddled him, hips gently rolling against his as to give him a foretaste before palming the bulge in his boxers. Katsuki’s pupils were already blown from lust, an almost indiscernible carmine filament bordering them. His body was reacting on its own, pelvis rubbing against yours, hands grabbing your shirt and tearing it off without care, impatient to run along your sides.

« I’m really going to start asking you for a refund anytime you do that, » you frowned.

« Come on, I know it turns you on, » he grinned.

As always, his fingers were warm as they rediscovered your body, caressing your thighs, palming your belly, squeezing your waist, heading higher until they could toy with your hardened nipples. You let out your first soft moans when his thumbs drew circles on them, the rest of his fingers prodding the tender flesh of your breasts, only to immediately fall silent when a familiar voice resonated through the whole house.

« Masaru !! Did you found them ?! »

« No ! You check the kitchen, I’m going for the bathroom ! »

You ducked like a spy fearing to be found by the enemy and laid down atop of Katsuki, pricking up your ears to follow his parents’ hurried comings and goings.

« Why didn’t you tell me they were here ?! » you angrily murmured and banged on his chest.

« At this hour they’re supposed to be on the road for work ! » Katsuki protested, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. « I bet they’re late because the old hag put the car’s keys in some weird place again. One hundred yens on the bathroom. »

The two of you stayed perfectly still as if the slightest move would make his parents burst into the room, not even daring to breathe normally, listening attentively to every footstep, your hearts racing anytime they passed in front of Katsuki’s door.

« Found them ! » Masaru’s victorious voice yelled, making you sighed in relief.

« Really ?! Where were they ?! »

« In your tooth glass ! Seriously, Mitsuki… »

« I know, I know ! I’m sorry we’re late, okay ?! Now let’s hurry ! »

One minute later, the door was slammed and you heard an engine starting, quickly followed by a piercing screeching noise and a horn blast. When the silence was back in the house, you dared to speak again :

« I’m having a serious feeling that it’s your mom who’s driving. »

« Can we not talk about the old hag right now ? » Katsuki growled.

The bulge trapped between your bodies was fully hard now, making you immediately forget what just happened. Seizing Katsuki’s wrists, you pinned them down the mattress and closed your mouth on his lower lip, giving it a brief suction before disappearing under the blanket.

« Hey, hey ! What are you doing ?! » the ersatz of Prince Charming shouted, understanding where you were heading.

« Sucking you off, » you declared with the same tone as if you answered him how many sugars you took with your coffee.

« Raw ?! »

« Raw. »

God existed.

« You wanna sit down ? » you asked, your voice muffled by the cover.

« It’s fine, » he muttered, making you smile.

Katsuki moaned low when his erection sprang up, freed from its cottoned prison. Things barely started, but his breathing was already heavy, his skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. When your mouth closed around the tip of his cock, he gritted his teeth, deadening the presages of a loud cry. One of his hands grabbed the pillow under his head, the other flying to your hair, messing your locks in a rough caress. You were taking him fully in your mouth now, the flat of your tongue licking the underneath of his whole length. Your lips tightened around him as you hollowed your cheeks, sliding up and down as you bob your head in a mimic of a penetration, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach. The absence of condom let him feel everything stronger, let him become aware of the smallest details. The real warmth of your mouth, the lumps of your tongue, the trickle of saliva running down… It was like suddenly upgrading from black and white to colours. He loved it. He loved it so much that he needed more and grabbed the back of your head, sending his cock further inside. You had a retching at the sudden push, and your throat contracted around his member until your gag reflex passed. Your were nuzzling against his groin as he started to move his hips, rubbing his shaft against the flat of your tongue, his lower back arching in pleasure. One of your hands slyly slid between his thighs and came to fondle his balls, making him cry.

« Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! »

For another moment, you accepted his pace, letting your tongue dance along his cock before you let it fall from your mouth, only licking its slit. Katsuki groaned as the chilly air hit his cock previously so hot and squeezed, and he sighed more than loudly when you took him back all the way in.

« Ha ! F-Fuck ! Wait ! I’m- I’m- »

He didn’t even had the time to finish his sentence that he spilled everything in your mouth. You opened wide eyes at the thick liquid suddenly warming up and weighing on your tongue, and you abandoned his member in a last suction, your cheeks slightly puffed. It was the first time you were tasting him, and to your great relief, he didn’t had some strong or disgusting flavour, but it was still really weird, and you didn’t know what to do. Your eyes were looking around, looking for something to spit in. A small sink like at the dentist’s surgery would have been useful. But as your gaze flew over the bedside table, hoping for a tissue, a hand suddenly cupped your cheeks, and Katsuki tilted your head to make him look at him.

« Swallow, » he commanded, his voice firm.

You frowned, hesitating. You didn’t really plan on that, it was a bit… embarrassing.

« Fuck it, » you thought, closing your eyes tightly. « It can’t be worse than that horrible cough syrup when we were kids. »

Katsuki’s eyes were focused on your throat as you surrendered, following intensely at the bob of your Adam’s apple as you swallowed. Unconsciously, he bit on his lower lip. It was so fucking hot !

« Good girl, » he smirked. « It wasn’t that bad, was it ? »

« Ugh… Science needs to do something so you can choose your boyfriend’s taste like the condoms’. You would get more blowjobs if I could suck on some strawberry or chocolate-flavoured dick. »

Katsuki snorted, feeling himself on fire again when you wiped one last drop of cum from the corner of your lips.

« Come here. »

Grabbing your wrists, he easily manipulated you and laid you down so you were resting on your stomach, and quickly get you rid of your pants. Katsuki panted heavily at the sight of you finally bare under him. Soon enough, one of his hand was on the back of your head, pushing it into the pillow as the other circled your waist and lifted it up, making you arch your back.

« Shit, » Katsuki growled as he gave himself few pumps to retrieve his full hardness.

He had no idea a girl’s back could be so sexy. The way your shoulder blades jutted out, the crease of your spine, the divots on your hips… The sight was driving him crazy, but what blew away what was left of his patience was the obedience you showed as you held the pose he put you in. Arms crossed under your pillow, chest pressed flat against the mattress and ass up in the air with your legs spread on each side of him.

« What did you say about putting up a fight already ? » he grinned behind you. « Look at you, all displayed for me, waiting for me to fuck you. »

« Oh, shut up, » you grumbled, cheeks reddening.

You were aware you gave up pretty easily, but you couldn’t resist. You were as touch-deprived as he was after a week of sexual abstinence, body urging you for a release.

You shivered when you felt him settling between your thighs, the tip of his cock circling your entrance before sliding inside you, entering you inch by inch. The hotness and the leaking precum surprised you, used as you were to the cold touch of a condom. The lack of lubricant to ease his way inside made the first thrust slightly rough.

« Shit, » Katsuki roared, feeling himself raw and sheathed within you for the first time. « Why are you always so tight ? »

The only answer you could manage was a high-pitched cry as your walls tightened around him. You missed him and the fullness he made you feel, this new position allowing him to reach deeper within you. Despite his sheer desire to pound into you like a madman, Katsuki went nice and slow, bending over your body to catch your ear between his teeth.

« You’re really… so fucking tight like this… » he sighed. « You must feel it too, right ? »

You muffled a moan in your pillow. More than the angle he opted for, it was his words which got to you the most.

« You’re so fucking wet… And this time it can’t be the condom’s lubricant, it’s all from you… You must be really turned on, huh ? »

« Katsu, I… I think I’d like it if you get a bit more foul-mouthed, » you confessed in hushed tones.

« Uh, really ? Okay then… You’re a fucking idiot, you ugly, ugly asswipe !! »

« Not like this !! » you protested immediately, shooting him a deadly glare from above your shoulder. « I meant like dirty talk ! Like when you tell me that I feel good and stuff ! »

« Ah. »

« Seriously, something’s wrong with you… » you pouted and folded your arms under your chin.

Clicking his tongue to mask his unease, Katsuki leaned over you and ran his tongue against your helix, pouring more of his naughty words into your ear, his vocabulary chosen more wisely this time.

« So you want the audio description, huh ? Do you want me to tell you all the details of how nicely I’m going to fuck you ? Of how you’re going to need a goddamn wheelchair once I’m done with you ? »

The moan of approval you let out was all he needed. The hands that had been grabbing your hair and thigh immediately migrated to clench your hips, brutally pulling you backward until his whole length had disappeared into you, your ass slamming against his pelvis in a sharp noise. He couldn’t get enough of taking you like this. He felt big, overpowering, having you at his mercy. He loved everything he saw, from how he made your back arched to how your hands clenched on the sheets.

It felt like the air was forced out of your lungs by Katsuki’s assaults as you screamed. It was rougher than usual, but you weren’t going to complain. The bruising grip on your hips and the fast pace settled between your thighs made it hard for you to see straight as Katsuki kept on slamming you on his cock. Your legs were shaking on each side of his, your face repeatedly shoved into your pillow anytime he went all the way in. Your breasts were bouncing at the rhythm of his thrusts, a detail that didn’t escape Katsuki and made him let go of your hips and caught your nipples between his thumb and index, slightly pinching them.

« I wanted to have you on your four for so damn long, » he groaned, bending over you again so he could scatter tender bites all over your shoulder blades, wan pinkish marks blooming under his lips. « And I can tell you couldn’t wait to be taken from behind too, you naughty girl, » he added, one finger coming to play with your wetness.

You yelped when he suddenly crushed against your back, his weight pinning you down the bed. His hands found your own under the pillow and squeezed them, fingers sneaking their way between yours as his hips kept on thrusting steadily inside you.

« That’s how I drove you crazy last time, huh ? » he grinned, biting down the back of your neck. « You like it when I pound you into next week, huh ? »

« Fuck, » you inwardly whined. « He lasts much more longer now… At this rate… »

Your hips bucked against his as Katsuki stroke a sensitive spot, a louder moan escaping your lips. Your reaction didn’t escape him, and his arms tightened lower, just around the beginning of your hips, lifting you up a bit so he could go harder. Cheek resting on the top of your head, he listened to your smallest sigh, watched out for your tiniest quiver to give you what you wanted.

Fingers tightening on the sheet, you felt yourself teetering on the brink, walls pulsing hard against Katsuki’s shaft. The searing tightness in your lower abdomen felt like you were about to break, body growing stiff and shaky at times, breath stuck in your throat. In a last cry, you came hard under his weight.

It wasn’t the first time you had an orgasm, but it was the first time it was triggered by someone else, and it didn’t feel the same at all. The way Katsuki’s cock kept on sliding inside you, the firm grip around you, the bites scattered all over your back, all of this had you riding your orgasm out longer than if you had been alone.

Your body felt like jelly all of sudden, your legs and arms shaking on the mattress as Katsuki let go of you for a second. He kept his word. He made a royal mess out of you. He never saw you in such a state before, all panting and whining as your walls still throbbed around him. It was mesmerizing.

« Hey, you just came didn’t you ? » he asked for confirmation.

You were lacking the voice to answer him, but the small nod you gave was enough as he started to happily thrust back into you.

« Fuck yes ! » he yelled, victorious, hands grabbing your hips.

« H-Hold on, » you moaned. « Slow down a bit, I’m sensitive down here now… »

Katsuki snarled at this and briefly pulled out, just the time to flip you over so you were on your back. The expression on your face was nothing like what he was used to. Your complexion had turned pink, your eyes still glittering from the stars you just saw, your lips slightly apart, begging for air. The thought that he was the one who caused everything of this made him slam back into you, hands keeping your legs spread on each side of his waist as he panted into your neck. Your vision flickered as you let him do, too exhausted to do anything but moan against Katsuki’s lips as he finally joined you in your bliss, exploding within you in a harsh cry.

The blond boy’s body rebounded off the bed as he let himself fall near you, feeling utterly tired and satisfied. He felt the mattress bounced a bit as you crawled toward him, lips coming over his in a kiss sweeter than usual.

« Guess I’m forgiven, huh ? » he grinned, one arm coming to support his head, the other draping your waist.

« I hate you, it would have been really fun for me to win, » you yawned as you let your head rest against his chest.

« Bitch please, don’t tell me you would give up on an orgasm just to see me act like a stupid-ass prince charming for a week. »

« Tch… As if you could… You’re the living proof that demons travel the same way as witches. I bet you spend your days flying on a broom before sticking it up your ass whenever you land. That would explain a lot. »

« Bitch. »

Few seconds flew by before you frowned, a displeasing feeling settling between your thighs. Without anything to contain it, Katsuki’s semen had been spilled freely inside you and was now slowly leaking down.

« Ugh, it’s all sticky, » you thought as you got up, heading toward the bathroom again.

Chapter Text

Part XIII. Lord Explosion Murder in the streets… Lord Explosion Murder in the sheets.

Bakugô was part of those people who cleared their minds while running, their bodies shifting on auto-pilot, already used to a regular pace. It relaxed him, and sometimes even opening him a bit to dialogue. You could count the number of times he proposed you to join him for a run on the fingers of one hand. The two of you didn’t exactly had the same daily workout, so the difference between you in stamina was far from negligible. You were more of a drag than anything during your jogging, he could have easily outdistanced you if he wanted to, but yet, every once in a while, he would ask you if you wanted to come with him, apparently not minding exceptionally lowering the difficulty.

But today definitely wasn’t a day for a run. To quote Deadpool, the weather was ‘as nice as a sandpaper dildo’. The clouds above your heads looked menacing when you left home, all grey and swollen with rain, and now here you were, soaked to the skin while the sky unleashed its tears.

« Fucking weather ! » Bakugô swore, taking shelter under the first canopy he saw. « I fucking hate rain, » he groaned, rubbing his hands against his pants in vain try to dry them.

Trying to dry wet hands with a soaked cloth was as successful as trying to extinguish a fire by throwing a torch into it, but it didn’t click in his mind, and he just kept rubbing. He never stood being unable to use his Quirk, hence his sheer disgust for wet or cold hands, but it took a sharp turn recently, to the point where he almost became maniac about the whole wet hands things. Having already being kidnapped twice at the young age of sixteen undeniably left some scars.

« Fuck, » you sighed, perfectly out of breath.

You were about to join your boyfriend under the canopy when the couple exiting the building it belonged to caught your attention. The guy had his arm tightly held around the girl’s waist, whispering at her ear in the same time. Your eyes absentmindedly followed them before switching to the other passers-by. Weirdly enough, pretty all of them looked at Katsuki, sometimes giving him a disapproving look, sometimes a conniving smile. You understood when you read the giant red sign flickering on the front.

« No way ! » you broke in laughter.

« The fuck are you doing ? » Katsuki said, dragging you under the awning. « Get your ass here before you get sick ! »

« Oh my God Katsu, you’re… you’re…. » you hiccuped, tears streaming down your cheeks. « You’re really as dense as a black hole ! It’s a love hotel, you dummy ! » you shouted, not able to form any more word as you almost rolled on the ground.

Katsuki’s face went through the whole rainbow’s colours before settling on an incandescent red. It looked like you could fry eggs on his cheeks, seriously. Damn it ! From all the goddamn awnings of the shitty-ass town, he had to stop precisely under the most embarrassing one. Fucking karma !

« Let’s go somewhere else ! » he shouted, grabbing your wrist to force you following him.

« Why ? » you asked, resisting. « I think we should get in. »

« Get in ?! » Katsuki echoed in sheer astonishment. « Are you even aware what this shit is built for ?! »

« What, you mean this is NOT a bakery ?! Such a disappointment, I’m craving for a croissant… I know what this place is for, silly, » you smiled. « Why not try it ? It can be fun and we’re here anyway. »

Your little black hole opened wide eyes at this. No. No, no, no. There was no way in hell he would set one foot in Hump City ! Only filthy perverts took their girls in this kind of place, not a respectable hero in training like him !

« Come on, Katsu ! » you cooed, grabbing his arm. « Think about it, we would be in the dry until the rain stops, maybe even have a warm bath ! »

« We can do that at home, » he blocked.

« Home is far, » you complained. « Okay, Katsuki, hear me out. No. Parents, » you solemnly pointed out. « For once, nobody we need to hurry for because they can be home at any minute, nobody to unexpectedly burst in the room to ‘check how you kids are doing’, nobody we need to keep silent for when we think they’re out and suddenly surprise ! They’re still inside the house ! Please please please, you can’t say no to that ! We’ll leave immediately if you don’t like it, I swear, but at least give it a try, » you finalized with your best puppy eyes. Not that it ever worked on him though.

Sighing, Bakugô massaged his temples. He had no way to win this, he knew it, but he really didn’t like the idea of entering such a place.

« At the second I tell you to go, we go, is that clear ? » he groaned.

« Crystal clear ! Let’s go ! »

You enthusiastically dragged him inside like a mom forcing his kid to follow her in the doctor’s office, ignoring his repeated ‘I hate you, I hate you so fucking much’.

Way too flustered for this shit, Bakugô let you chose the room, pay for it and get the key while he took his shoes off in the hall. As you walked ahead of him, Katsuki sighed in relief when he saw that the building wasn’t some dirty brothel for drunk scums. It was clean, and surprisingly silent. He was expecting loud and unrefined screams to fill the corridors, along with some banging noises, but no. It was barely if he heard his own footsteps on the thick red carpeting. Above his head, the subdued lightings set the mood.

Walking ahead of him as if you owned the place, you searched for your room, eyes scanning the lighted numbers above the doors parted on both sides of the corridor which indicated that the room was busy. Finally, you saw a flickering one at the end of the hallway, signalling your free room.

« Here it is, here it is, » you hummed.

Katsuki followed you with less excitation, still perturbed by the fact that they were actual people having actual sex in the neighbouring rooms. When he entered the room, he let his gaze wander to take in view those new surroundings, feeling a bit more at ease when he realised that it wasn’t something crazy like he saw on the catalogue. There really was something to suit all tastes, some rooms were entirely pink, other looked like some of torture museum, other looked like a giant planetarium… He even saw a metro train and a dentist’s surgery ! People were insane… He could only inwardly thank you for choosing something rather neutral. The bed was big and round, with ivory sheets, surrounded by light bulbs, facing a small TV. Next to it was a small bedside table where was displayed several condoms next a box of tissues and a bottle of lube. Taking his sockets off, he could feel the softness of the carpeting under his bare feet. The absence of window was the only thing he truly had trouble to warm up to.

He had to say, now that he was up to his neck here, he started to see the appeal you found to this situation. The fact that the room was neither his or yours made him feel as if he was in some lawless area where everything that would happen wouldn’t follow you outside, would stay forever between the two of you.

« Shit, I need to calm the fuck down, » he groaned, feeling himself getting horny. « Just ‘coz we’re in some bangplace doesn’t mean I can ruin her ass however I want, we’re not animals for fuck’s sake ! »

« Katsu ! Is it okay if I go shower first ? »

« I’m gonna fuck you to hell and back !!! » he snapped at the top of his lungs.

Your head popped out from the bathroom, your face wearing the same expression as if he just told you he was going to be the best Pokémon’s trainer ever.

« S-Sure thing, » you answered in an automatism to say something. « So is it okay if I go first ? I won’t be long, I just wanna rinse the rain’s water and warm up a bit. »

Dead inside, Bakugô just hid his face behind his hand and nodded. The faint sound of running water reached his ears as a background music, making your presence invisible yet undeniable. His cock twitched in anticipation, flooding his mind with fantasies. If he closed his eyes, he could see your naked body, warm and supple, relaxing under the hot streams.

***

Few minutes later, Bakugô’s clothes were piled up above yours on the bathroom’s floor as he sighed under the showerhead. He didn’t stay long either, only needing to get rid of the cold rain dampening his skin. When he went back to the main room, wearing the only bathrobe left, he saw you sitting on the bed in the same spot than him before, legs crossed and chin resting on your hand. The bathrobe had slipped, revealing one of your shoulder and thigh, and he knew at the gleam in your eyes that it had been done purposely, like a geisha arranging her kimono to please her patron.

« You’re really into it, huh ?» he commented, quickly joining you.

Katsuki wasted no time and crawled over you, hissing when he saw how compliantly you laid on your back for him. Giving you a quick kiss, his hands hugged the robe’s rims until they reached the quilted belt that they fast untied. The material grew looser around your form like two large petals opening to reveal a hidden pistil. You sighed when you felt the fluffy cloth sliding down your arms, Katsuki stripping you down to the waist.

« Hey, » you murmured. « I noticed it a while ago but… you don’t use your roll-on deodorant to dry your hands anymore, do you ? »

You had spoken while taking one of his hands in yours, bringing it to your mouth and licking the length of his index, the gesture completely contrasting with the sheer innocence in your voice.

« I… Uh… » Katsuki fumbled as you sucked on his first phalanx. « Technically I can sweat without exploding shit, my Quirk works at will it’s just… Holy fuck… It’s just that I didn’t had any spare focus left to control it at the beginning… But now it’s okay, I can do it without any trick. »

« Oh, I see, » you simply answered, kissing his knuckles.

Unsatisfied of the places you chose to let your lips wander, he kissed you again, more fervently this time, monopolising that pretty mouth of yours. One of his legs slipped between yours and parted them a bit, his knee rubbing against your already garnered flower as he started to bite his way down to your navel, leaving light marks on your skin where his teeth went a bit too hard. But as you stretched your arms to make yourself comfortable, your hand met something cold and hard under the pillow. Instinctively, you grabbed it to have a look.

« Katsu ! Look at this ! Look at this ! » you exclaimed, pulling on his hair to have his attention.

« Ow ! The fuck are you… Where does this shit come from ?! »

He literally crawled backward at the sight of the shiny handcuffs in your hand like a vampire in front of a crucifix covered with garlic.

« From under the pillow, » you answered as if handcuffs obviously grew under pillows.

« The hell ?! The previous fuckers forgot them ?! Doesn’t this fucking place change the sheets between customers ?! »

« I think it’s part of the room’s stuff… Look, they’re cuffed to the bed’s bars so people can’t steal them. »

Katsuki looked at the item as if it was the filthiest thing he ever had the misfortune to lay his eyes upon, and he would have kept on staring if it hadn’t been for the hand cupping his jaw, tilting his face slightly to make him look at you. His heart skipped a bit when his saw your pleading expression, bottom lip hidden behind a row of teeth, eyes shining with need under knitted eyebrows.

« I… I kinda wanna try it… » you confessed.

« Ha ?! You ?! Cuffing me ?! Not even in your dreams ! »

« I meant the other around, idiot, » you pleaded.

You perfectly guessed how much he hated to be restrained from moving, especially if it were his hands. After what happened to the sport festival and during the training camp, you knew better than making such a request.

« You want me to tie you up ? » he asked, incredulous. Why would someone want to willingly be deprived of their freedom was beyond him.

« I… I think I might like that ? Letting you fully in charge of what happens to me… That kinda turns me on. »

Katsuki was speechless. Being tied was a fantasy he would probably never understand and never share, but the idea of having you powerlessly quivering under whatever he would do to you wasn’t unpleasing. For him who loved being in control, he couldn’t hope for a better opportunity. In one swift motion, he get rid of his own bathrobe and sent it flying away.

« Damn you and your fucking insatiable appetite for weird things, » he mumbled under his breath, imprisoning your wrists in the metallic circles. « Don’t we need some code-shit to make me stop if you don’t like it ? »

« Look who learned his SM lesson, » you laughed. « I already know the magic word to stop you straight away. »

« Salsify ? »

« Deku. »

Katsuki’s whole body convulsed, his face contorted in an ugly grimace. It was super effective !

« Don’t say that ever fucking again, it almost killed my boner for the rest of my life. »

« Told you I knew what to say, » you hummed.

You shook your wrists a little, testing the feeling of being hindered like this. The cold bracelets were a bit too tight around your flesh, the chains tying each one to the bed too short to leave you a real amplitude. It was slightly scary, but in a positive way. More exciting than truly frightening.

Above you, Katsuki had backed off a little to admire his work. And God, what a work. He already had you all displayed under him, but it was the first time he had you like this, so forcefully offered, as if he unlocked some new level of domination when he locked down your own wrists. He could do anything to you without you being able to retaliate...

Licking his lips, his hands found your knees and spread them, his grip on you stronger than before. If you weren’t going to be able to move, he might as well seized the opportunity to torture you a bit. His teeth came to bite down on the tender flesh of your inner thigh, leaving a serrated reddish mark.

You shivered. You were used to get bitten and marked in different ways, you were dating Bakugô after all, but today you felt more sensitive to his zealotry, undoubtedly a consequence of how submissive the position you had been put in was. You felt more exposed than ever, and more observed too by this burning gaze, deprived of the possibility to hide your blushing face behind an arm or anything.

« Sadistic, » you sighed as his hands caressed your legs, enjoying how much he spread them.

« The whole shit was your idea, don’t come complaining now, » Katsuki protested.

You totally wanted to complain though, just to irritate him, but didn’t have the occasion as the running of his fingers against your cleft left you voiceless. The first sounds Katsuki heard weren’t your moans, but the jingling of the chain as you strained against it, instinctively seeking a hold onto him, to have a grip on his hair, on his arms, anything. The blond boy smiled devilishly, too satisfied to see you being caught in your own trap as your inability to touch him earned a long plaintive moan from you. Katsuki’s fingers were pressed against your labia, massaging them and rubbing them together as they got coated in your wetness. One of your foot came to softly kick his hip in a silent plea.

« Don’t get all impatient now, » Bakugô groaned. « You wanted me to be in charge, right ? Take responsibility. If I wanna finger you for the next three hours, it’s all up to me. »

« I only rent the room for one hour so hurry up, » you pouted, knowing perfectly that this argument wouldn’t have the slightest impact on him.

Katsuki snorted. His fingers inexorably kept on teasing you, parting your lips just enough for the tip of his index to circle your entrance again and again. At this, what were discrete whimpers escaping your throat evolved into frank screams, hips lifting from the mattress in a vain try to force his finger into you. A vertiginous feeling of emptiness seized your body, making you whine in need to be filled up. Your hips rolled against his hand, attempting to get as much of friction as possible, and your legs buckled every now and then when his thumb brushed against your clit, your upper body contorting as sparks of pleasure exploded in your lower region.

« Katsuki ! »

His fingers had left you, replaced by the very tip of his cock circling your entrance without pushing inside. The teasing made your walls contract, eager to have something to squeeze, impatient to be parted and filled up. You let out a long, plaintive moan, your body shaking in anticipation, praying for every next thrust to be the one which would give you the beginning of a release. Hopefully for you, as much as Katsuki loved teasing you, it always backfired on him stronger than he expected, leading him to cut his sweet tortures off because he couldn’t handle them anymore either. Today was no exception. He could feel himself smouldering already.

Done with the foreplays, Katsuki gave you a good tap on the thigh just for form, and then embraced you in his strong arms, face coming to bury in the crook of your neck. In one rough motion, he entered you whole, growling loudly into your ear as he felt your tightness around him. It was now that he became one with you that he realized how different you felt today, and the small changes disturbed him at first. The awaited contact of your arms around his neck never came, and the scent of the hotel’s soap perfuming your skin was unknown, unfamiliar. He didn’t like not recognizing what was his.

Frowning, Katsuki stopped his hips and focused on covering you in kisses instead, from the chin to the chest, leaving occasional hickeys along the way, marking you as his, claiming ownership of you all over again, but also showing you his affection. Somehow, the fact that you were completely defenceless made him feel like he should physically treasure you more than usual.

« So possessive, » you thought, but didn’t object. There was something arousing about being taken like this, and you had to admit that he was being more careful than you expected.

Your head tilted backward when his lips closed around one of your breasts, the tip of his tongue gently smacking your nipple before giving the other the same treatment.

Just when you thought he would spend few more minutes lavishing you with caresses, he suddenly gave you a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt without warning. The high-pitched scream mixed with surprise and pleasure you let out only encouraged him, and he finally adopted the fast pace he had in mind from the beginning, rocking you against the downy bathrobe trapped under you. Deprived of your arms, you could only use your hips and legs to match his movements, which wasn’t the easiest task, but it was without taking Katsuki’s eagerness into account. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he brought them up until you were folded in two, his shoulders keeping your legs in the air. You opened wide eyes at his whim and pulled hard on the chains, craving to touch him, to run your hands along his spine, through his fair hair, along his strong jaw, but you couldn’t, and the frustration made you whine again.

« Katsu… »

At this sweet, saddened sound, Katsuki looked at you and grinned. His face approached yours, and you straightened your neck in the hope of a kiss, only to have him pulling back at the last moment. The infuriated and indignant glare you gave him was everything he wanted. The absence of your touch kind of made him thrust harder, as if trying to compensate the lack, and he backed off a bit, lifting your waist up until almost only your shoulders remained in contact with the mattress, allowing him to enter you deeper where you felt the tightest.

« Oh shit, » he hissed.

He would have loved to let his eyes wander over you again and again like they did from the start, but if he didn’t look away, you pleasured face coupled to how good you felt would make him come right here and right now. Raising his head, his hips buckled nervously when the wall he expected to take into view wasn’t here, replaced by a giant mirror instead. How the fuck did he not notice it sooner ?!

It was way too embarrassing for him to look at it more than two seconds, but the glimpse he caught was etched forever in his memory. He had met his own gaze, but contrary to his normal state, it wasn’t fuelled with spite and rage. His pupils were blown, drastically darkening his look, but also softening it. His cheeks were dusted in red, and his skin covered with sweat. So, that was how he looked when he fucked, this was the sight you had every time. It was frankly odd to know, and he quickly stared back at your lovelier face instead, dawdling over your parted lips. The kiss he denied you earlier hit him back like a boomerang, and he rushed to finally give it to you, muffling your sounds in the process.

The fluffiness of the wrinkled bathrobe under you was both tickling and itching, and your arms started to feel heavy, numbed. Your wrists ached too, but this discomfort was offset by the rhythm of Katsuki slamming his cock into you. He had let go of your hips, hands fisting the sheet instead, pushing on his feet to reach the deepest spots within you. You struggled to keep your ankles locked around his waist the best you could despite the spams agitating them, back arching off the bed as your inner walls contracted around his shaft. This new yet addictive feeling of being at this war machine’s mercy, with no other choice than letting your body become the receptacle of its pleasure, had defeated your tenacity, and you came in a loud cry.

« Katsuki ! »

The impossibility of holding him stroke harder than ever as you tried to hug him, and you had to content yourself with burying your face against his shoulder.

Katsuki could feel your womanhood still pulsing around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own starting to kick in. Your body was getting limp under his, tired moans reaching his ears while his turgescence throbbed inside you. Covered in sweat, his fingers fisted the sheet harder, his arms rigidified, and his pace quickened until every meeting of his pelvis with yours produced a wet slap.

« Ah ! Drop dead ! » he yelled as he came hard into you, exploding in more ways than one as the sweat on his palms blew two big holes in the sheet.

The blast pretty much ruined the mood, Katsuki opening wide shocked eyes at his own blunder, like not believing what he’d just done. When he looked down and noticed how close his hands were on either side of your face, he turned pale.

« Shit ! Are you alright ?! » he asked.

You blinked. You could see his lips moving, but the explosions near your ears gave you temporary tinnitus, and you couldn’t hear anything except for a continuous ringing.

« I can’t hear you !! My ears ring ! » you accidentally shouted, unaware of the volume of your own voice. « Remind me what you said earlier ?! That you can do it without any trick, was it ?! My fucking ass ! »

« Shut up ! It’s an accident ! » Katsuki reddened.

Cheeks dyed with shame, he finally left your body and unlocked the handcuffs. A thin string of red was circling your hands where they had been tied, and you massaged them with a grimace. They really had been tight.

« Fuck… Do you think I have to pay for this ? » Katsuki asked, unable to look away from the two fuming holes in the mattress.

« Yeah I didn’t hear that but you know what ?! You suck ! Hahaha ! … Hey, do you think you gotta have to pay for this ?! » you shouted again.

Katsuki facepalmed.

In the end, properly unable to tell anyone about the state you were leaving the room in, the both of you just sneaked your way out of the hotel and cowardly ran away.

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Part XIV. Option F.

It was true that Bakugô had a hard time admitting he grew feelings for someone else besides his own ass. The very sole word of ‘feelings’ still made him nauseous, even today. But just because Mister Grumpy Pants -pants that he really should learn to pull up one day- struggled with his crush didn’t mean that things went smoother for you at the beginning. Far from it. Because of him, you spent part of your last year of middle school half wanting to kill him, half wanting to kill yourself, and half wanting to make out with him. Yes, three halves, fuck mathematics, thirds are for the weak.

Because if Bakugô hated himself for just developing feelings, you hated yourself from nurturing yours for the wrong person.

« So the rumours are true, huh ? » you thought, cheek resting against your desk with a sheerly depressed look on your face. « Girls really fall for assholes… Thank God we’re not going to the same high school next year. »

Why, among the three billions men living on this planet, did your heart pick Bakugô ? Was it dumb or something ? But besides the incomprehension of your own feelings, you felt anger more than anything. You didn’t want to fall for someone who didn’t deserve it, someone who wouldn’t even try to take good care of what you had to offer. Why couldn’t you fall for someone else ? For a nice, normal boy who heard of politeness at least once ?

« To think I’ve been won over just because we exchange a bit of sass here and there, » you sadly smirked. « I’m pathetically easy… »

Hopefully for the sake of your mood, one of your friends entered the classroom and tumbled on the chair near you, looking at you with concern.

« Are you alright ? » she asked.

« I hate myself and if I had the legal age already, I’d get drunk to forget my miserable existence. »

« I’ll take that as a no… Oh, I know ! You’re getting sad because it’s almost Valentine’s day ? »

« Uh ? Why should I get sad around Valentine’s day ? »

« Well… Because it’s the day every couple will shove their happiness into our single faces ? Uuuh, I want a boyfriend already. »

« Oh yeah, same, » you answered in your most jeering tone. « Can’t wait to give away what’s left of my free time to some horrible, nasty, self-centred, uncouth boy who will play with my naive feelings, make fun of me, make me feel like I’ll never be good enough, and finally lamentably dump me because I don’t perfectly match his ridiculous high standards modelled on the girls in his porn mags hidden under his bed. »

Your friend looked at you with wide eyes, her brain labouring to integrate the wholeness of your tirade.

« Wow, » she let out in both admiration and worry. « Why are you giving me the same pessimistic speech than girls who just got dumped ? All it lacks is the ‘men are all pigs’ line. What’s gotten into you ? »

« Nothing, » you pouted. You’d rather die than admit that you had a crush on the worst guy your middle school ever had between its walls. But it would take more than this empty answer to make your friend give up, and she came to kneel near your desk, studying your face.

« You can’t have been dumped since I know you don’t have a boyfriend… And you can’t have been turned down after confessing since you don’t have a crush on anyone… From what I know, at least. »

The last words made you blush, and you promptly turned your head away. Damn her !

« Oh my God. You’ve got a crush. You’ve got a crush and you told me nothing ?! » she yelled and shook you by the shoulders. « And you dare to call yourself a friend ?! Who is it ?! Who is it ?! »

« Nobody ! I don’t have a stupid crush ! » you stood up to escape her grip, putting your chair between the two of you in a security measure.

« You sure do ! But why are you making it a secret ?… Oh… Don’t tell me that you… that you bat for the other team ? » she murmured. « I knew it. My unequalled beauty worked beyond my control again. »

« Oh no, you got me, » you whimpered, seizing your chance to turn the conversation into a friendly and non-heterosexual joke. « My secret is unveiled ! The truth is… I loved you for the first time our eyes met ! »

« I always loved you too ! » she batted her eyelashes and took your hands into hers. « Come with me, my dearest, let’s runaway together and get married. I’ll shower you with tenderness, with gifts, with rainbows, and maybe also with honey because I’m kinky like that. »

« I’ll follow you forever, my love ! But what will our parents say ?! » you dramatically posed, head tilted backward with a hand on your forehead and the other over your heart.

Come on guys, you all know it’s not true friendship unless it’s a bit gay.

« Haha, » you friend laughed, and her grip tightened on your hands, cutting off every escaping route. « So seriously, who’s your crush ? »

Help.

***

It might have lifted up your spirits if you knew about it, but Bakugô wasn’t doing any better than you with his own feelings. Even if he sometimes managed to forget about them, they always came back at him with full speed, and like a boomerang, the harder he threw them away, the harder they hit back.

He hated it.

He felt like a weak loser for letting a thing as unstable, immaterial and piddling than feelings get to him. More than once did he try to find their rational beginning, to pinpoint the very moment when they sprouted, but failed every time. He wished they were something tangible, something he could fight with his hands, something that had a body he could grab and ride along until its base to uproot it. Instead, he felt like he had no grasp on them. They weren’t something defined and localisable, but more of a blurry warmth dissolving through his body and mind, uncatchable.

He tried to figured out what he liked about you in the first place. Maybe if he could find out whatever it was, he could convince himself that it wasn’t that great, and that it wasn’t worth the trouble. But just like when he tried to seize the unseizable, it wasn’t one precise thing that made him fall, it was a whole.

There was one precise day, however, which carried weight. It was the day after the Sludge accident. When he came back to school, the way everybody looked at him reminded him that time he felt down the river when he was a kid. Deku had the same look back then.

« Take my hand, you need it, » the green-haired boy’s eyes seemed to say when he tried to help him.

It all came back to him when he saw his classmates looking at him like he was some poor fragile soul tormented by life. The unwelcome compassion, the helplessness it made him feel… it was all the fucking same !

But you reacted differently. Your eyes held concern, but no pity. If you had been the one holding out your hand that day, he knew you would have sounded differently.

« If you take my hand, you’ll get back on your feet faster, that’s all. »

That’s what he heard you say when he imagined you switching places with Izuku. A simple offer, devoid of mercy, deprived of the doubt that he couldn’t do it himself.

If you had been the one holding out your hand that day, maybe he would have take it.

But Katsuki was stubborn, it wasn’t enough to make him drop his guard, and the closer you get, the warier he grew.

« What would I even do with her ? » he grunted for himself on his way back home. « Why would I bother with a stupid girl who would drag me in mushy dates and other soppy shits and just try to monopolize all my spare time ? Like hell I’ve got spare time for that. »

Somehow, it was almost a miracle the two of you actually got together seeing how much reluctant you both were at the beginning.

***

The day you graduated from middle school was cold, yet sunny, and frankly uneventful. The ceremony went smoothly, all students gathered in the gym, with the traditional song of your teachers at the end, along with a special speech of congratulations dedicated to Bakugô and Midoriya for being the first students to make it into U.A., making the name of Orudera Middle School regain prestige.

« Midoriya made it too ?! » you thought, more than surprised.

A Quirkless boy getting into U.A., that was an unprecedented event. That also explained why Bakugô looked even more angry than usual. You knew he made a point of honour to be the first and only student to integrate the famous high school, so the fact that Midoriya, the very embodiment of powerlessness to him, shared the same achievement must taste like a personal defeat and ruined his dream and pride.

« I’m glad for Midoriya, but somehow I feel bad for Bakugô, » you thought, absentmindedly staring at the blond boy. « He may be an ass, but he’s a hard-worker, it’s not like he got into U.A. by sheer luck…. He deserves to be proud of himself. »

You shrugged, forcing your eyes back on the principal on stage, even if your attention wasn’t focused on him at all. Instead, you just kept on thinking that it was the last time you were sharing the same establishment than Bakugô, and you lived it both as a relief and a regret.

You prayed for feelings to be like flowers, unable to bloom in absence, destined to dry and die without his daily presence. Dead plants were easier to uproot, and there even was a time when you thought that cutting him off after graduation was the simplest way to get rid of this undesirable sentiment anchored deep within you. But you knew that you would regret it and that your mind would flood you with what if. ‘What if you confessed ? What if he liked you back ?’ That kind of shit. You wanted a real end to all of this, something that would cauterize your buds to make sure they would never burgeon even again. An implacable end.

« I’m so going to get my ass kicked, » you sighed as you left your friends for a moment.

You had spotted the ash-blond hair giving the slip to who you supposed to be his mother, heading alone to the shadow forecasted by the gymnasium, where no one else was.

« Bakugô ! » you called, running after him like the fucking desperate shôjô protagonist you were. « Congrats on graduating. And for U.A., » you smiled.

« Tch, of course I made it into U.A., who do you take me for ? » he growled more than he spoke.

« Of course, » you rolled your eyes, not impressed anymore by his outbursts of ego. « You got it girl, you can do it, » you thought, quickly reviewing your options in the vain hope of finding an escape route.

Option A : You could still turn around and run, but you were sure to regret it. You didn’t really have much to lose after all, since you and him would part ways after today.

Option B : Confess, which would probably lead you to have your ass exploded, but after all, what were few months of hospitalisation and rehabilitation in one’s life ? With a lucky break, you’ll end up with a funnily shaped bum. Pretty sure there was a category for this on YouPorn, you could make money !

Option C : Wait a little longer, you never knew when the next alien’s abduction could happen and save your day after all.

Option D : Kill him.

« Fuck it ! Option E : Kiss and bear ! » you thought and walked up to Bakugô with a scary glare.

« What’s with that face ?! » the now high-schooler asked and took a step backward.

« It’s the face I was born with, get over it ! » you shouted, grabbing him by the arms. « And… Fuck you ! Like, really, fuck you ! Just… Turn on the gas and go take a nap ! »

Before Bakugô could ask you what the hell was wrong with you today, your hands had moved to cup his cheeks and brought his face closer, so close that there wasn’t any space left between his and yours. He opened wide eyes, the surprise making him move backward, his back hitting the wall at the first step. His recoil had been something easy to foresee, so you didn’t let him escape and took a pace forward when he moved. That was probably the rougher first kiss in the history of first kisses, but Bakugô didn’t try to flee a second time. The shaking of the surprise had left his brain, replaced by a foggy feeling of shock and disbelief. The only thing he could process was the press of your lips against his parted mouth, and the brush of your nose against his when you tilted your head. This feeling of sheer closeness, both physical and sentimental, was new to him. Unable to close his eyes and still petrified, he watched the expression painted on your face. Your eyes were closed, topped with knitted eyebrows, proof that you weren’t completely serene regarding this kiss either.

The contact lasted for less than five seconds, yet it felt like a century by the time you broke it. You took a step back, shamefully wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Your eyes wouldn’t met his.

« If you wanna blow a fuse I’d understand, but please go easy on the nitroglycerin, » you murmured.

« Ha ? » he blinked, unable to elaborate.

The silence was unbearable.

« Come on, say something ! » you shouted. « You can’t possibly be out of curses now of all the times ! Come on, tell me to die ! Or yell something like ‘I hope you like eating shit because I’m about to kick your rectum into your mouth’ ? This one’s fine, right ? Come on ! Get creative ! »

Bakugô was definitely lost. Why would you want him to spit insults after kissing him ? Were you out of your fucking mind ? Was it a kink ?

« Come on ! Just… turn me down already so I can move on ! »

Oh. So that was it. You must have developed the same lousy feelings than him half-way and that’s how you decided to deal with it. For him who fought and rejected them all the way, it was a perfect opportunity to get rid of them. All he had to do was to speak, to shout that he never felt this way, that he could never get the slightest interest in someone like you, but for the first time in his life, the spitefulness never came. For some reason, acting this way didn’t feel right.

He was a perfectionist after all, giving up on a project midway wasn’t like him at all, and he felt like he wasn’t done with you yet.

« Not the Quirk, not the Quirk ! » you begged, raising your hands to protect yourself as he walked toward you.

He quickly grabbed your waist and switched your positions, slamming you against the wall, his lips crushing against yours. This time it was your turn to freeze in surprise. The kiss was worthy of a Labrador, his mouth open too wide and sucking too hard on your lips, and it looked like he was going to eat your face, but you didn’t care. It was perfect in its own messy way.

« So… It’s option F ? The happy ending ? » you thought, incredulous as he broke the kiss.

You stared at Bakugô a while, watching him scratching his neck and trying to look cool and casual despite his obvious embarrassment.

« So… Are we like… girlfriend and boyfriend now ? » you asked.

« Hah ?! No fucking way you idiot ! » Bakugô yelled, immediately on the defensive.

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Part XV. I need a hero.

When seeing you together for the first time, people might think that Bakugô and you were mismatched. More than you truly were at least. The spiky head was rude, choleric, violent, and you were… almost normal. But what made things work in the first place wasn’t the classical ‘opposites attract’ belief. In fact, the both of you had more in common than people would think, you just had very different ways of expressing yet the same idea. A good example to demonstrate this was why neither of you talked about your relationship to others. If some might assume that Bakugô forced you into a total silence because he didn’t assume his own feelings, the real reason was completely different.

It was true that Bakugô wasn’t the type of lover who shouted their love from the rooftops and asked people if they noticed how beautiful you were today. He never was expansive to begin with, but if he didn’t say a word about you to anyone, it was mostly out of prudishness. He didn’t open easily and didn’t feel the need to share personal informations with people. That was none of their business.

You once pinpointed that there was also a good probability that people wouldn’t even believe him if he said that he had a girlfriend, seeing how much of an ass he could be, but he pretended like he didn’t hear. He knew you weren’t wrong.

For you, however, the reason wasn’t exactly the same. Contrary to Bakugô, you considered that having a boyfriend was part of the trivia that could be innocently shared in the course of conversation, you didn’t really mind if people knew. But for now, you kept it down for a very specific reason.

Being only in your first year of high school, most of your friends and classmates were several light years away from you in term of relationship stuff. Most of them didn’t even had their first kiss yet when you were already having some heavy hanky-panky. You knew it from a friend’s experience that people who started those things a bit ahead of others were often saw like a circus freak, and that under the pretext of curiosity, some might greedily overstep the boundaries of your privacy to ask all sort of questions.

Plus, it wasn’t exactly as if you were seeing a random boy. Bakugô was part of the best hero course of the country, already had some media coverage, and was promised to be a lot more known in the future. It felt a bit like dating a star, but as exciting as it sounded, it also strengthened your conviction that keeping quiet was the best option.

‘To live happy, live hidden.’

***

Your foot rhythmically tapped the ground as you waited in front of Bakugô’s door, arms crossed over your chest. The only sounds filling the air were the ones of the birds chirping in the wild garden, and the absence of screams and curses made you doubt you were at the good address until a familiar form opened. You choked on your own spit when you saw how unusually dressed he was, and spoke in a struggled laugh.

« Greetings, Ô High Priest of the Goth Pumpkins, I’m here to enquire about my dearest boyfriend, the son of this household, can you perhaps lemme penetrate your mansion and share a moment with him ? »

« Keep going and this door is going straight into your teeth, » Katsuki growled, body shaking in anger.

« Aw, please do not brutalise my poor, miserable self who only lives for your eyes, Katsuki dear, light of my world, jewel of my heart, treasure of my existence-»

« Cracker of your bones if don’t shut up. »

« Piercer of my vagina ! »

« What the fuck ?! Do you want to round up the whole neighbourhood yelling like this ?! » he shouted, smacking his hand against your mouth. « Tch… what are you doing here anyway ? You’re not supposed to hang out with your classmates or some shit ? »

« I ditched them, » you mumbled from behind his fingers. « They wanted to go to a gôkon… No but seriously, what are you wearing, Katsuki ? You’re trying your Halloween costume on or something ? »

Bakugô squinted under his mask. The large black strip covered everything from his forehead to his nose, the darkness of the fabric bringing out his strawberry coloured eyes more than ever.

« What the fuck do you think it is, you idiot ?! It’s my hero costume, obviously ! » he groaned, letting go of your mouth.

« Oh, is it ? Don’t look at me like that, how could I know ? I never saw it before ! But why are you wearing it at home ? You developed a fetish ? » you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

« The only fetish I developed is throwing you under a fucking train ! My old people work in design industry, remember ? They wouldn’t shut up until I try it in front of them. They’re probably gonna inspect it from every angle and make dumb comments about how much better they would have done it. They should be back from work anytime now. »

You followed him inside as he turned away, looking at him intensely. The costume looked… good. Very good. Black and orange definitely were his colours, and the cut made him bigger and broader. Only his bracers were missing. Your eyes lingered on him, appreciating all the exposed curved of his shoulders, staring at the bare base of his pectorals, hugging the bulges of his biceps, scanning the crease of his backbone that could be guessed under the shirt.

« What are you looking at ? » Katsuki grinned as he caught your gaze.

« Your chest, » you shamelessly answered and gave it a small tap.

See when Steve Rogers just became Captain America and Peggy gave his boob a little bop ? That was it.

« What the heck is this top ? I can almost see your nipples, » you frowned, one finger tracing the hem of his black shirt and slowly moving it aside until his tit was exposed. A light moan escaped him as the pulp of your finger ghosted over it. « You cock-teaser. »

« Hah ?! The fuck did you just call me ?! » the hero-in-training brutally reopened his eyes.

« Cock-teaser, » you repeated without batting an eyelid. « Come on, look at this outfit ! What the fuck are those sleeves ?! It’s so tight it looks like your arms have tourniquets ! And why do you have some… some punk-looking butterfly’s wings in your hair ?! And why do you wear fucking breeze blocks around your neck ?! Why does it even have holes ?! It makes me wanna put my fingers in it and throw you like a bowling ball ! »

You nailed him so many times in one go that Katsuki didn’t really know where to start to organize his retaliation, and he fumbled with his words for few seconds before speaking.

« Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second, those aren’t butterfly’s wings, it’s explosion-shaped stuff ! Third, I’d like to see you try just lifting me off the fucking ground. And to finish… well, fuck you again, but also, aren’t you being fucking jealous ? »

« I’m just saying that compared to yours, Midnight’s costume looks loose, » you pouted. « Your cleavage would make a nun faint. Why don’t you request a boob window while you’re at it ? I mean, your top is so tight that it looks like you’re vacuum packed, but you still managed to get those saggy pants. If you don’t have enough balls to keep them in place, just buy a smaller belt. »

« I’ll shove my balls down your throat and you’ll tell me if they’re not big enough ! Damn !! I can’t believe it ! You’re blowing a fuse just because some bitches are gonna see a bit of pecs ! I didn’t know you were the jealous type. »

« Well I never had the opportunity to show it since nobody’s never hitting on your lousy ass, » you snapped.

« What the hell ?! You wanna die ?! » Bakugô yelled, two blasts rolling against his palms.

« Bring it on ! I’m not scared of you and your slutty World War II themed power ranger’s costume ! »

« HAH ?! Did you really just came up with this ?! »

But as you adopted some ninja’s posture seen in a movie which was probably just as cool as powerless, Katsuki’s phone biped on the coffee table, decreeing a ceasefire.

« You’re not fucking going away with this, » the blond boy informed and threw his phone at you. He couldn’t drum on it with his gloves on.

« Your parents are stuck in the traffic, » you resumed him the text he just received.

« Fuck everything, I’m taking that shit off ! »

« Ah ? No, keep it, » you protested, suddenly less aggressive. « If you’re gonna prance about in a tight suit then I want some too. »

But as Bakugô turned around to say something magnificently original like ‘fuck you’, he noticed how close you had come near him, your chest almost bumping against his.

« Wait a minute, » he said, his face contracted as if he was about to resolve a difficult problem. « It turns you on ? »

« Finally, » you rolled your eyes in a sigh. « I would applause your keen mindedness if my hands weren’t busy. You’re really always as dense as a black ho- »

« Don’t you fucking dare bringing this lame joke up again ! » Katsuki screamed, batting your hands away from his chest in the same time. « Next time I’ll hear it I’ll fucking bite you ! »

« Kinky ! »

« You little… Okay, » the hero-in-training growled, grabbing your wrists tightly. « You want some ? You’re gonna have some. »

He could grunt all he wanted, it just made you smirk. You still let out a faint cry of surprise when he suddenly hoisted your thighs around his waist and walked to the nearest wall, smashing your back against the hard surface. There was progress. The first time he tried this, he ended up dropping you on the head.

Katsuki’s mouth covered yours hungrily. There was something unusual in the way he kissed you this time, something different, yet not completely new.

« You’re angry, » you murmured.

« You called me a cock-teaser and made fun of my costume for the last ten minutes, what did you expect ? A bouquet of flowers ? » he growled low. « But you’re not gonna chicken out now, are you ? »

« No, » you grinned. « If anything, it’s kinda hot. I feel like a little mouse caught by the big bad wolf, » you shivered.

« Usually when I’m pissed off I’m an asshole and suddenly I’m a sexy beast ? Next time you get into this house, please bring your fucking user manual. »

He would never understand the pleasure of being safely and willingly overpowered by someone you loved and trusted, would he ?

You were about to reply something brightly salty when his mouth cut you off, sucking hard on your lower lip. You sighed loudly, hands massaging Katsuki’s strong neck in impatience.

« Fuck… Take that off, » he roared, eyeing your clothes as he let got of you.

You hastily got rid of your top, but stop your undressing when you saw Katsuki’s hand reaching behind hid head to untie his mask.

« Wait, » you said, grabbing his arms to prevent him from doing so. « Keep it on. »

« Keep what ? The mask ? » he asked doubtfully.

« Everything. The whole costume. Keep it. »

« You know that getting naked is kinda a mandatory part of the fucking process, right ? »

« Not necessarily, » you pouted. « I thought you learned this the day you fucked me in my school uniform. »

Katsuki’s eyes darkened at the memory, and he let out a raw sigh between his teeth.

« What are you trying to do exactly, huh ? You want to know what it is to be screwed by a hero, that’s it ? »

« That’s it. »

Katsuki blinked, not really expecting to be right. His surprise was short-lived though as he pulled you against him, hands unclipping your bra and running along your sides, the piece of cloth falling down. One of his palms held your waist tightly against his erection, the other tugging at your hair to make you bend backward and expose your throat where he left a collection of kisses. His gloved hand felt bigger than usual, covering the wholeness of your lower back. The other came behind your neck to keep you steady as Katsuki devoured your mouth.

Your head spun a bit when he brutally straightened you up, his fingers quickly opening your fly, lowering your pants and what was under. A large index, cloaked with the rough material of his glove, slipped between your legs and traced long back and forth until the wetness it gathered was enough to dampen his digit through the fabric. You sighed, your hands grabbing his shoulders to keep your body balanced when two arms circled your waist and pulled you tightly against him, as if he was trying to force his body through your own. You could feel his already rock-hard erection against your thigh.

Your back soon met the wall again, your legs automatically closing around Katsuki’s hips. You jumped at the cold contact of his grenades under you calves, and shivered at the awareness of their presence.

« Those things are safe, right ? » you asked Katsuki. « I mean, I won’t get a hole blown into my leg in the middle of a missionary, huh ? »

« Dunno, let’s find out, » he answered without batting an eyelid and hoisted you higher against the wall.

In fact, you were now just high enough to have his weird and heavy neck brace smashed into your chin. You screamed in pain as the shock reverberated through your cheekbones and gums, one hand coming to hold your face in reflex. You checked your palm for blood, but it stayed clean, and if you trusted your tongue running over the back of your teeth, no one was missing.

« Ah, » Bakugô froze, blinking awkwardly, his natural reaction when he purposelessly did something wrong.

« So that’s what this shit is for, huh ? To smash people’s jaws. Sadistic, » you whined.

« I’m taking it off, » he declared, letting the large block fall on the ground near his foot.

« Better do, yeah. One more hit like this and I won’t need a dentist to get rid of my wisdom teeth, » you frowned, massaging your cheeks.

« Crybaby. »

You wanted to tell him that protesting after being hammered in the face wasn’t exactly in the realm of being a pussy, but you were silenced by his lips on yours. You moaned a slight protest for the form, but soon gave in the ardour wrapping up your body. Despite this minor accident, he was unshaken, still all rawness and envy as he rolled his hips against yours in anticipation.

His costume was raspy against your naked, offered skin, leaving an itchy and burning feeling in its trail. It smelled different than Katsuki’s casual clothes, giving off a mix of burning and metal odours completely obscuring his usual fragrance made of his shower gel, shampoo and deodorant.

He looked different, smelled different, felt different… Out of your five senses, three didn’t recognize him and had to relay on the taste of his lips against your mouth and the tone of his voice rolling in your ear to acknowledge him. But the most perturbing was his mask. It covered the majority of his face, hiding his features, leaving visible only his pearly white teeth and his blood-coloured eyes. It changed his whole face, and to you it was as if you were submitted to someone else, or at least to a facet of him you never knew. It threw you out of balance, and you let yourself be gained by this impression of being under the palms of someone new, yet familiar at core. It wasn’t Katsuki pinning you against the wall, it was the hero. The hero that had so quickly and eagerly bared you for his eyes.

You gasped when the two large hands holding you moved under your ass to support you better, a hot tongue tracing its way until it passed over your nipple. One of his flare-shaped wings at the back of his head was flirting with your cheek as Katsuki’s mouth gave your breasts a sweet ministration, licking and circling them with more fervour than by the past. His clothed cock was rubbing hard against your naked womanhood, making you whole body quiver.

« Hey, who do you think you are to ruin a hero’s costume ? » a roaring voice let out at your ear.

« U-Uh ? » you stammered, panting heavily.

You then saw few whitish smears across his crotch, earned from yours, horribly remarkable on the pitch black material.

« I hope you’ll take responsibility for what you did, » Katsuki groaned as he bit on your lower lip, one hand freeing his member through his fly.

« I’ll pay in kind… hero, » you smiled, noticing the flash that went through his orbs at the last word.

Without delaying anymore, he lifted you by the cheeks and placed your cleft at the top of his cock before letting you sink on it. You didn’t even try to hold back your scream when the fullness you were craving for finally invaded your lower abdomen, making you feel so tight and filled. Your ankles locked behind Katsuki’s back with the same strength that your arms did around his shoulders, and you let yourself get drowned in the hard pace he settled between your thighs.

Pressed against you, sweating in his clothes, Katsuki let out louder groans than usual. There was something about you today that drove him crazy. The manner you almost asked him to ruin you, to give you his all as if he was on the battlefield turned him on like never. Being able to show you how strong he was both as a man and as a hero in the same time buttered his pride up and made him drunk of the inestimable feeling of being the stronger in every field, to be invincible.

He thrust harder, trying to reach the deepest within you when you tapped on his shoulder, mumbling.

« K-Katsuki… The gloves… They’re heating up. »

« Fuck. »

Quickly, he dropped you on your shaking legs and sent the gloves flying across the room. You hissed when you reached behind and brushed your ass, your skin tingling under your fingers. You didn’t need to see them to know that your rear was now bedecked with two hand-shaped burns.

« Well done hero, now I’m not gonna be able to sit properly for days, » you groaned.

« Ha ! If only you knew how damn right you are ! » Katsuki grinned.

He then firmly grabbed your wrists and led you to the couch, bending you over the armrest. His eyes changed for a more vivid shade of red at the sight of the rosy marks covering your cheeks where he had his palms before. Your back was covered with the scratches left by its friction against the wall, evidences of how tight he pinned you against it. God, he just loved it when there was something on your body to label you as his. With a deep purr, he untied his belt and everything covering his lower half fell at his ankles.

He grinned when he felt the flinch of your hips trembling against his hot palms as he seized you, entering you whole in one hard motion, prompt to find back his pace into you. Soon enough, the sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanied your screams and sighs, and he lustfully watched the mix of your pleasures running down the back of your thighs. His cock was pulsing into you, squeezed with every pounding he gave you.

« So, how do you like it ? » he smirked, punctuating each words with a harder thrust. « How does it feel to be fucked brainless by a hero ? »

You were still gathering enough brainpower to answer when he suddenly grabbed your hands clawing the sofa’s cushion and held them far away behind you, stretching your arms completely as he rocked you with the sole strength of his pelvis.

« F-Feels good ! »

« Feels good who ? » Katsuki demanded, lying against you to bite on your shoulder. He felt heavy and burning hot in his sweating costume against your naked and fresh skin, it was like drinking a cold drink after a marathon under the sun. Few drops of sweat dripped from his forehead and temples, following the bridge of his nose before crushing on your back.

« Feels good….he-hero ! » you screamed.

« Hah ! Such a good girl. Do you think your obedience deserves a reward ? » he asked in a smooth voice, his breath ghosting over your cheek as one of his hands came to rub your clit.

« Ha ! I… I do think so ! »

« Well, I’m not so sure, » he answered, plunging at your core and not moving backwards, his hips only gyrating. « You’ve been mean, earlier, making fun of me non-stop. Girls on the Naughty List don’t get gifts, don’t you know ? »

« If there is a Naughty List, your name is its fucking title, » you growled, swaying your hips.

He laughed at this, but even more when he heard you letting a high-pitched moan muffled by how hard you bite down on the cushion, your back arching to force a back-and-forth move in you.

« Not happening, » he groaned and smacked your ass in retaliation. « What did you think ? That you could fuck yourself on my cock like this, huh ? »

« Katsuki… » you tried in a voice that you wanted firm and menacing, but that only came out dripping with plea.

« Moaning my name won’t save you, naughty, » his grin widened. « You need to be taught a lesson to respect the hero who’s fucking you. »

With this, his hand left your clit, earning another desperate moan from you as he brought your arms back on the couch and kept them down with his own, hips regaining their rhythm as his cock rubbed your insides in the most delicious way.

« I’m gonna cum, » he murmured in your ear. « I’m gonna finish and let you beg for your release the next time I fuck you. »

« Katsuki don’t do that, » you whistled through your clenched teeth.

You felt so good and full that you inner walls had already started to contract around his girth. It wouldn’t take much to make you come as well.

« Fucking watch me, » you heard him growled as he pounded harder between your folds.

« Don’t do that ! I swear to God I’ll enumerate a bunch of turn-off and ruin it for you too if you try ! »

He didn’t answer, and at this stage, you weren’t sure he even heard you to begin with, seeing how close he was himself.

« Custard ! Broccoli ! Mock turtle soup ! Think about your mom ! Your grandma ! I’m fucking warning you I’ll- »

But the rest of your sentence was inaudible as Katsuki screamed, his orgasm seizing his whole body as he pushed one last time into you before collapsing on your back, out of breath and exhausted.

« You literal fucking bastard, » you simmered with anger when he pulled out of your body. You felt hot and thick trickles of his semen dripping out of you already. « I was so close… I’ll make you pay for that ! »

« Try it, » Katsuki grinned and lightly bit on your lower back, his mask half falling off.

You stood up on shaky legs, the fire within you still burning, aching for a release that wouldn’t come. The state you were in, left panting and needy, only fuelled his stupid pride, and you could tell at his face that he was about to throw something magnificently pompous when you both heard the front door being slammed as Mitsuki loudly complained about the traffic.

You froze in horror, still as clothed as the day you were born, in the middle of the living room, praying for a miracle before your eventually future parents-in-law found you stark naked in front of their TV.

You weren’t sure you could name it a miracle, but at least Katsuki reacted on time and grabbed you and your belongings before making a beeline to the stairs and throwing himself into his room like an American football’s player going for a touch-down.

« These two, I fucking swear… » Katsuki growled, eyeing the open door as his parents’ voices could still be heard even upstairs.

When he turned around to see you, he found you seated on his bed, arms et legs crossed with your clothes held tight against your chest, your face contorted with a hateful glare. You were still inwardly fulminating.

« Remember when I told you you were a praying mantis ? » you snarled and bared your teeth. « Well forget it ! I wish you were a drone instead so your balls would have exploded after the first intercourse ! »

« Shut up you fucking entomologist weirdo ! »

Chapter Text

Part XVI. Four letters.

The bathroom was filled with thick puffs of steam now, only visible when they crossed the path of a candle’s halo. The air was carrying a sweet smell of peaches thanks to the fruity bath bomb you dropped in the running water earlier. You wanted to add rose petals too, but Katsuki vetoed this last frenzy arguing that it was either the petals, either him. Quite frankly, you hesitated.

« It’s just a fucking bath, » you heard him sigh from the door. « Do we really need all that shitty stuff ? »

« You know, if you’re not planning on putting any effort into this, you can just go to the public baths, » you protested, rolling your eyes.

You were seated on the bathtub’s edge, wearing nothing else than a robe, your hand tracing big circles in the water. When its level was satisfying, you turned off the tap and invited your boyfriend in with a nod. With a defying stare, Katsuki yanked his own robe open and let it fall on the ground in a masterful move, as if he was about to wrestle. You smiled when he walked into the room in all his bare glory, the carmine radiance in his eyes matching the hue dusting his cheeks as a ray of the main room’s light outlined his form, accentuating every curve.

He entered the bath first, glancing at you as you stripped too and sat in front of him in a soft splash. He gulped. He might have done a lot of naughty things with you already, there were still anodyne things that got to him more than sex. Sharing a bathtub with you for the first time was one of those, especially since he had been fantasizing about it since that day at the love hotel.

He watched you intensely as your hands poured hot water all over you, translucent trickles running down your back, covering your skin with a sheeny layer. It made him crave to touch you, and so he did, his tolerably wet hands caressing what the water spared. He felt you twitched in surprise and immediately relaxing, humming softly under his caresses, back coming to rest against his broad chest. A single drop rolled from behind your ear to your neck and, hypnotized, Katsuki’s mouth rushed to kiss it away.

« See ? That’s what my shitty stuff is made for. It sets a mood so romantic that it turns even the worst shithole into a lovey-dovey sweetheart, » you grinned.

You didn’t smile longer though, since Katsuki had grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down under the water.

« Did you fucking put glitter in the damn water ? » he asked, looking suspiciously at the pronounced glow it had, letting you resurface only to have an answer.

« It’s not me. It was in the bath bomb, » you whistled.

You heard him grumble something about your near and ‘accidental’ death by drowning, few curses mingling with deceitfully sad condolences like ‘to die so young, what a tragedy, really’ or even ‘I told her it was impossible to perform a blowjob in apnoea, but would she ever listen ?’

You snorted at his soliloquy, absentmindedly gathering a small amount of foam in the palm of your hands. He grouched and all, but he still agreed to take a bath with you. To be honest, you were surprised that he accepted so easily.

« You’ve made amazing progress in terms of dealing with affection, you know ? » you said as you watched the bubbles in your hands burst one after another.

« You say that as if I’ve been the only one struggling with that ! » Katsuki protested in a splashy noise. « You got your awkward moments too ! »

« You refused to share the same room the first time I slept at your house, » you demurred. « And you fucking nut me when you tried to kiss me on our first date. »

« You fucking slapped me the first time we fucked ! And it wasn’t a date ! We just- »

« -went to the same place at the same time, » you completed in a monotonous voice, rolling your eyes in exasperation. « It was a fucking date, get over it. And about the slap, it doesn’t count, you told me to ! » you said before taking a deeper and grumpier voice which was supposed to sound like Katsuki’s. ‘If you ever ever feel like something’s wrong or painful just do something, anything ! Ohoho look at me I’m Katsuki and I’m openly telling my girlfriend to hit me because I’m too fucking awesome to be hurt anyway. Ohoho, me too strong for that shit DIIIIIE !’

« That didn’t sound anything like me. And you can count yourself lucky to have someone not so touchy like me, it puts a goddamn curb on your debauchery, » he ended his sentence with a smirk and a large amount of water sent right at your face.

« I’m not debauched ! » you said, wiping the water away.

« Oh, ain’t you ? » Katsuki raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat before pitching his voice in an awful imitation of yours. ‘Katsu ! Katsu ! Let me suck you off ! Katsu, let’s go to a love-hotel ! Katsu, tie me up ! Katsu, say dirty words to me ! Katsu, fuck me with your hero costume !’

« And so what ? » you babbled, sinking into the water until your speech was more bubbles than words. « It’s normal to be curious… Maybe I’m not debauched. Maybe you’re just timorous. As timorous as someone who sleepfucks can be at least. »

« Timorous my ass ! If I had let you do we’d already be live-streaming our shags ! ‘Welcome to the Bakufucks Channel everyone, in few minutes we’ll be demonstrating how to do a sixty-nine !’ »

« Oh, I do wanna try a sixty-nine, » you whispered as if you just remembered something crucial.

« For fuck’s sake… » Katsuki sighed. « We’re not the fucking sun circus. »

« Says the boy who didn’t hesitate to fold me in two for his pleasure… » you laughed, and this time it was you who sent him a wave of water right at his face. « But you actually pinpointed something, you know ? I’m always the one proposing new things… Isn’t there anything you wanna try ? »

« Yeah, a mute girlfriend. »

« Haha, aren’t you funny today… Isn’t there really anything you’re curious about ? » you sounded almost disappointed.

You heard a series of curses behind you, and the splashes sending the scented water crush on the bathtub’s insides let you know that Katsuki was getting agitated. It made you grin and glance at him.

« Katsuki, » you mused. « There is something, right ? Tell me. »

Now he looked pretty everywhere except at you, mumbling something incomprehensible. You turned around and pressed your body to his, earning a low groan in the process. Your slick skins met in a wet sound, your breasts bouncing against Bakugô’s torso, making him grind his teeth as he muffled a moan.

« Ka-tsu-ki, » you hummed, purposely rubbing your chest against his. « Tell me. »

The infamous bastard told nothing, not a single word reached your ears. What reached you, however, was the glacial spurt which sprung from the showerhead Katsuki was holding toward you.

« Stop ! Stop ! Stop ! » you begged, putting your hands in front of you to shield yourself. « I’m sorry I asked ! Please stop ! I’m freezing ! »

Grinning with the utmost devilishness, Bakugô let out a mocking laugh and turned the water off, putting the showerhead back on its prop. Shivering after that undeserved Eskimo Bukkake, you tucked your knees under your chin in a vain attempt to channel your own body heat to warm you up, glaring daggers at that asspie who dared to call himself your boyfriend.

« I get it, » you chattered, pouting. « You don’t wanna tell. Fine. But you better surprise me then ! »

***

Several hours had passed when you came back upstairs, but it was still smelling like peach. Your bath bomb had not only perfume the bathroom, but also Katsuki’s bedroom, which was adjacent. The sweet fragrance put a sleepy smile on your face, and you quickly crawled over the bed, comfortably tucking yourself in.

« Goddammit I’m still covered with your fucking glittery shit, » Katsuki growled, his hands vigorously rubbing his forearms as he tried to get rid of the shiny layer sticking to his skin.

« Leave it, Fairy Katsuki… » you gently said, already sinking into sleep. « Let the Rihanna’s spirit do its job… Shine bright like a diamond… »

***

You awakened in the middle of the night by the uncomfortable feeling of being toyed with. The fluffiness and the warmth of the thick duvet were gone, the cold air of the night hitting your back, making you shiver. Your arms felt in the same time weirdly strained and numbed.

« What the… » you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes.

As widened as they were, your pupils caught nothing in the ambient darkness. But you were fully awake now, and your heart missed few beats when you understood what position you were in. Your hands were both tied together and to the headboard with what felt like a large and downy belt, probably from one of the bathrobes. You’ve been placed on your belly, your shirt gathered up around your breasts and your pyjama bottom lowered under your ass.

« The fuck ?! » you muttered, pulling on your ties.

« Finally, » the low voice of Katsuki could be heard from behind you. « You’re one hell of a heavy sleeper, you know that ? »

You guessed that he was seated somewhere at the bed’s end from where his voice came, near your legs, and before you could speak, you felt two hands pulling down your panties until past your knees.

« H-Hey ! Stop that ! What are you doing ? » you asked, completely confused.

« Surprising you. As requested, » he answered, running a hand along your spine. « You liked being tied up, huh ? Well you’re gonna have it. »

You blinked few times, as if trying to make this reality vanish with a flutter of the eyelids, like you would do with a speck of dust. The last thing you felt right now was arousal. You had awakened restrained, undressed and cold, without warning, a situation that tipped the scales in the fear’s favour rather the excitation. The whole thing just felt wrong.

You jolted when Katsuki’s fingers traced the back of your knee and slipped between them, sliding upward. You immediately closed your legs as strongly as you could, trying to immobilize him.

« Stop it, » you said in a sharp breath and gave your ties a good but unsuccessful yank.

« Why ? » Katsuki whispered in your ear as he covered your body with his. You could feel his hardened cock twitching against your cheek, a drop of precum leaking on it, and you wiggled your hips in a try of throwing him off, but his weight pinned you down. « Aren’t you the one who almost begged for me to fuck you like this back then ? »

A queasy feeling of emptiness cooled you down even more, and you let out a moan that was nothing near lustful. Your words were difficult to spit, your mind too confused to function and phrase your thoughts clearly. There was that little voice yelling at the back of your head to do something, to kick him, to shout, yet you stayed frozen, too staggered to react. It was as if your brain turned off to avoid the problem, burying its head in the sand. Furthermore, the rare words you managed to speak seemed to just go over his head, yet with your arms being paralysed, there were your only weapons to get out of this. He didn’t get what you meant by ‘stop’. You weren’t giving him the usual ‘stop’ like when you didn’t felt like being teased, it was a real one and he didn’t get it. He just didn’t. Your heartbeat quickened at the thought of your own helplessness. You felt overpowered, ignored and bare, and the only thing that remained the slightest bit warm were your overflowing eyes.

« Stop it, Katsuki, » you whined almost inaudibly, like an ultimate plea, face crushing in your pillow.

This time, it appeared to reach him. The hands that had been fondling with your breasts let go, and he pricked up his ears at the weird emotion tinting your voice.

« What’s wrong ? » he asked.

He placed one palm between your shoulder blades, waiting for an answer he didn’t need anymore when he felt the tremors agitating you.

« What the fuck ?! Are you crying ?! » he shouted, genuinely discountenanced. « What the hell is going on ?! »

« Untie me for fuck’s sake, » you sobbed.

For once you didn’t need to ask twice to make him do what you wanted. You heard the click of the bedside lamp being turned on, and right after, the tightness on your wrists loosened and vanished. The first thing you did when you could move your hands again was to pull down your shirt as far as it could stretch. You then fidgeted with your legs, bringing your underwear and pyjama bottom up enough so you could grab it and put it back on, hiding yourself. Not once did your head left the pillow.

Next to you, frozen, Bakugô didn’t know what to do or what to say. The thought that he actually managed to make you cry when he was trying to pleasure made him nauseous, especially since he didn’t understood anything yet.

« What’s wrong ? » he asked again.

« Everything, Katsuki ! » you replied, voice shaking. « How the fuck did you get to the conclusion that it was okay to do that to someone in their sleep ?! It’s just… It’s just fucking scary ! »

« Ah… » he started, finally getting the hint. « Uh… You liked it last time so I thought you would… enjoy it again… »

« Oh yeah ?! You meant that time I was awake and consenting ?! » you shouted. The sadness wasn’t totally gone from your voice, but it was now supported by anger and outrage, a tone of betrayal. « You know what ?! I’m gonna start force-feeding you lemon muffins until you puke ! After all, I saw you eating one once, so you must like it, right ?! Why would I bother asking if you’re hungry beforehand since I know you like it, huh ?! Seeing my fucking point already, Katsuki ?! »

Oh, he got it now. He already messed up by the past, but right now he just fucked up big time, and the more you talked, the more he realized how dumb he had been. He was so sure of himself that he didn’t even envisaged the possibility that you wouldn’t get in the mood. On top of that, he knew more than everyone how it felt to be restrained against your will, yet he just did the same to you. Disgusting.

« And… And I said stop for fuck’s sake, » your voice broke. « It’s not even a polysemous word, what was so hard to get in four fucking letters ? »

« I thought… » Katsuki started with the same tone as a kid who was trying to tell his mom he had a good reason for playing football inside the house and breaking her favourite vase. « I thought it was because you were worried about waking up my old people or something… I didn’t get you meant it… this way… »

Fuck, he just sounded lame. He had no excuse. He didn’t acknowledge it often, but right now, he ruled in favour of people who called him an asshole. What the fuck had he done…

You felt the mattress bounce next to you as Katsuki stood up without a word more.

« What are you doing ? » you asked when you saw him taking his pillow under his arm.

« I’m gonna sleep elsewhere, » he answered monotonously.

He was completely confused, somehow shocked in his own way too, but there was one thing he was sure of, and it was that he wasn’t allowed to stay in the same room as you.

« Don’t even dream of running away, » you groaned and caught his wrist, yanking him until he fell back next to you. « You’re on comforting duty. »

He hesitated, not sure what he should do, totally stiff near you. Your back was turned to him, but you hadn’t let go of his arm, keeping it over your hip. Finally, he stretched out his other arm and covered you both with the thick duvet. In the total silence of his room, the only things that could be heard were your dying hiccough along with words you didn’t remember hearing from him before.

« I’m sorry. »

Even if it was a well deserved apology, you didn’t expect it to be so openly formulate, and it took you several seconds to assimilate it. Bakugô Katsuki just apologized. Without cursing or digressing.

« I fucking hope you are, » you answered in a mumble. « I know you meant well but… consent isn’t something you can assume. As simple as that. »

Your hiccough was gone, and only the softening sounds of his hand rubbing your back broke the silence now, along with your sigh when you closed your eyes.

« You owe me another romantic bath. With as much of flowers as I want. I’m gonna stuff the bathtub with rose petals and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. »

Eyes wide open and fixed on the ceiling, Katsuki felt nauseous again. He fucking missed all your distress signals. If you hadn’t start crying, he would have go on without even suspecting that he was doing it against your will. Against your goddamn will. There was a four letters word which defined this kind of act. He couldn’t even imagine how scary the whole thing must have been for you. How you were able to just tolerate him right away and sleep near him was beyond his comprehension.

« How the fuck can you just… forgive and chill ?! It could have gone awfully bad ! » he growled, his hand squeezing your shoulder with a force that had you reopening your eyes.

« Because I’m forgiving your ass on account of miscommunication, » you groaned.

You weren’t all serene and calm contrary to what he seemed to think. But you didn’t wanted to be openly mad. You knew that your resentfulness would only throw him in one of his self-loathing train of thoughts and you didn’t had the nerves to help him through that tonight. You had a lot to process and digest yourself.

« Calm down, » you told yourself, focusing on breathing deeply and regularly. « It was an accident. Shit happens. He stopped. He apologized. That’s what matters. »

« Forgiving ?! » Katsuki’s loud voice made you jolt. « You’re forgiving this ?! Fuck off ! »

He let go of you and quickly crawled to the bedside’s lamp, smashing the button to provide the room some light. He knew you were more mature, more prone to reconciliation, to tolerance and shit, but those features he usually saw as qualities were now creeping the shit out of him.

You were always on a par with him. You talked back, you bit back, you fought back. It wasn’t only something he liked, it was actually something he needed to find in you. He needed to know that you would react if he crossed the line. That you would protect yourself, that you would do something for your own safety ! That you wouldn’t be fooled or blinded ! That you wouldn’t submit to him ! What were you doing letting him do without retaliating ?! What were you doing not defending your fucking self ?!

He knew it was fucked up. He knew you shouldn’t have to defend yourself against someone who was supposed to be the embodiment of safety and cherishment, but he also knew he wasn’t always able to keep himself in check. So if you didn’t think about you, who was going to ?

Even if it hurt, it had been more reassuring for him when you stood your ground, slapped his face and kicked his ass out during your previous fight. If your security couldn’t be entrusted to him all the time, he at least had the certainty that you would never let go of it. Until now. Knowing that he might hurt you and go away with it made him sick.

« What the shit do you think you’re doing ?! » he yelled, getting out of the bed.

« What’s this reaction ?! » you screamed back, standing up at the opposite side of the bed. « Why can’t you just… let things be ?! Why do you always have to blow everything away just so you can build it and twist it the way you want ?! »

« Hah ?! What’s that supposed to mean ?! »

« It means that you’re only blowing a fuse because you’re unsatisfied with the outcome of this ! With the way I choose to deal with it ! You decided that I should yell at you and now you’re trying to force me down the road you estimate to be the right one ! »

Your eyes were drowning in tears again as you shouted, a nervous tremble agitating your whole body.

« You know what ? It’s just like when you won the Sport Festival Tournament. You decided that your victory didn’t match your own criteria, hence you denied it and refused the medal. Just… Take whatever is offered to you ! Lemme handle things my way ! Would you really be happier if I smash your head against the nightstand ? »

Your tone was slowly getting milder, cracking, as if you just remembered something painful, and your eyebrows knitted together.

« I know all this relationship stuff it’s complicated for you but… I can’t always react in accordance with what you want or expect… You have no right to ask me that… All of this, it’s… it’s new for me too. It’s hard for me too ! »

Katsuki stayed silent for a while, frowning. But as he was about to speak, another voice shut him up.

« Kids… Is everything alright ? »

The both of you froze, and Katsuki quickly turned around, only to discover his mother near the door. Of course, with all the yelling, you woke Masaru and her up…

« I… I… » you stuttered. « I’m sorry… We woke you up… Oh my God I’m… W-What time is it ? »

« Sweetie, don’t worry about anything right now, » Mitsuki interrupted you.

Her red gaze met her son’s, briefly, because Katsuki looked away.

« Katsuki, come with me. »

Teeth gritted, he obeyed and followed her, reluctantly since it was impossible to not hear your soft cries. As soon as he exited the bedroom, he saw his father waiting in the corridor, and when he walked past him, his old man gave him a small tap on the shoulder and murmured.

« Don’t worry, I got her. »

Katsuki watched him as he entered his bedroom, and he felt a bit relieved to know that you weren’t left alone. But this relief was nothing compared to the embarrassment he felt knowing that his parents had to step in.

Both him and Mitsuki were completely silent until they arrived in the kitchen, the blond woman turning the lights on and sitting at the table in front of her son. Katsuki just glared at her, not knowing what to expect.

« What happened ? » she asked.

Automatically, he wanted to tell her to fuck off, but he said nothing when he saw her expression. She didn’t looked angry at all. Just… really concerned.

« I fucked up… »

« I guessed that, » Mitsuki said, crossing her arms on her chest to warm herself up. She was just wearing a light mauve dressing gown over her white nightshirt, and the nights were fresh. « Badly ? »

« Badly enough that she’s bawling her eyes off at four of the morning. »

He was slouching on his chair, head low between his shoulders. He heard his mother sigh.

« First loves are tough, huh ? »

« The fuck you know, you married yours. »

« Ah ? You think Dad has been the first and only one ? »

« That’s what you fucking told me. »

« When you were six years old ! » Mitsuki laughed. « You know, kids can’t understand a lot further from their own existence. Mom and Dad are just Mom and Dad. They spend years before realizing that we have first names, jobs, that we existed before them, and that Mom and Dad weren’t always together and loved other people. Masaru wasn’t my first love, so trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I can help you through that. Come on, tell me what happened. »

Katsuki groaned, his fingers intertwined, his thumbs against his forehead. How the hell was he going to phrase tonight’s event ?

« I… assumed wrongly… I thought… that she wanted something she didn’t wanted at all… But I didn’t get it immediately. »

« Oh, » Mitsuki frowned, trying to guess what exactly her son was referring to. « Oh, » she echoed, eyes widening as she finally took the hint. « Shit. No wonder why she was yelling. »

« That’s where the fucking joke is with her, » Katsuki growled. « She forgave me. She was only shouting because of something I said, not something I did. I don’t fucking get her at all. »

« And what did you say ? » Mitsuki tilted her head, guessing that her son’s choice of words was probably why things went wrong.

Katsuki retracted further on his chair, jaw clenched.

« I just… pointed out that she didn’t make any fucking sense. She shouldn’t let everything slide ! She- »

« That’s not yours to decide ! » Mitsuki cut him off and slammed her hand against the table. « I can’t believe it ! You threw a hissy fit right after she forgave your fuck-up ?! Dear Lord, you bet your sweet ass she got mad ! You can’t just go and negate people’s feelings just because you would react differently ! Your way isn’t the only valid one ! For fucks sake… I know you’re more clueless than insensitive, but it’s not how you make it look… »

Katsuki opened wide eyes. The whole discussion sounded familiar without him being able to explain why, but Mitsuki’s words just gave him the answer.

« All you can do is pull a gross list of stupid prerequisites for girls as if you were choosing your sandwich’s garnish at fucking Subway ! Do you even think you’re in a position to demand anything ?! »

What he said to Kaminari that day… The whole lecture about beating his girl around until she fits his requirements… Like hell he was one to talk now !

Mitsuki’s gaze softened when his son’s head dropped, his pointy bangs hiding his face. Looked like the lesson was learned.

« You know, your dad once told me : forgiveness is made so you can still love people who hurt you without meaning to. Think about it. And stop trying to control everything. »

Katsuki blinked, frowning, and slowly nodded while scratching the back of his head. To think that he ended needing his own mother to explain how you worked to him… The situation couldn’t possibly be more embarrassing. At least that what he thought before he heard his mother snort.

« What the hell are you laughing about ? » he roared.

« I’m just waiting for you to realize that you just told your mother you popped your cherry. »

Katsuki’s soul gave up.

The legend said his scream could be heard from Kyoto.

***

When Katsuki went back to his room, red as a tomato, he found his father waiting outside, his eyes worried behind his glasses.

« What was that scream ?! » Masaru asked.

« Nothing, » his son growled, face still fuming with embarrassment.

He stopped before he could be bathed in the light emitting from his room, waiting in the corridor’s darkness as if not daring to resurface near you.

« How’s she ? »

« Asleep, » Masaru said, one hand coming to massage his son’s shoulder. « I don’t know what happened, okay ? She wouldn’t tell me. I guess it was too weird to be left alone with her father-in-law in the middle of the night, you know… But no matter what’s going on, just step in here, keep quiet, and hold her tight, okay ? »

Katsuki’s gaze dropped, his teeth catching a part of his lower lip.

« If you say so, » he grumbled and entered the room, switching the light off.

He walked to the bed with a knot in his stomach. His egoism wanted to wake you up to know if you were still mad or not, not able to wait until the morning, but Katsuki shook his head and fought his need. He slipped under the blanket and crawled on the mattress until his torso was against your back, one arm coming over your hip like you wanted him to do earlier.

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Part XVII. Unleashed.

Nothing good could be going on when Bakugô was calm and silent, people who rubbed shoulders with him knew that. A wrath that had grown deep within, invisible, sheltered from the things that could have forestalled it would always be far more destructive that one which exploded immediately, like a grenade with its pin pulled out. That’s why if anyone had seen him at this moment, seated on his bed, head low and hands open on his knees, palms facing the ceiling, that person would have most likely walked away and waited for the storm to pass.

Anger rarely engendered anything positive. Katsuki knew this better than anyone, yet it was mostly anger who led him throughout life. On the good days, his rage was put to good use, to support his infallible desire to win, and it allowed him to laugh in front of every wall blocking his way before punching it to dust. But on the bad days, this adrenaline turned into a sour feeling silently boiling within him, flooding his mind with the insecurities and complexes he thought he’d overcome and left behind, overflowing him until he snapped.

Today wasn’t a good day.

It all started this afternoon, when he overheard Deku and Four-Eyes chatting about the provisional licence. It should have been meaningless, yet it triggered something in him, and like the domino effect, his old demons awoke and dragged others along.

The provisional licence. The step he missed. The step ahead of him that Deku already took. The internship that was denied to him while the damn nerd got to prance at All Might’s former sidekick’s place. The feeling of falling behind despite being a natural genius. What did all those praises and prizes mean if once gathered, they couldn’t even form a stepping stone high enough to make him jump ahead of Deku ?

He wasn’t sure who he was mad at. At Deku for basically existing ? At everyone for covering him with shallow words of admiration and encouragement which didn’t mean squat ? Or at him, for not being good enough ? He couldn’t tell. All he knew and felt was this raging heat pulsing through him and urging him to break things.

The three little knocks on his door made his fingers twitched.

« Bakugô ? » the soft voice of Kirishima said as he carefully opened the door and peeked inside the room. « We’re all going to the cinema and then probably grab a bite in town, do you wanna join us ? »

The red-haired knew the answer too well, but he judged that it would have been rude to not ask and just leave Bakugô alone in the dorms without a word. Now he was glad he went upstairs to check on his friend, because the atmosphere of the room seriously worried him.

« Bakugô ? » Kirishima asked again when no answer came. « Are you okay, buddy ? »

« Get out, » Katsuki curtly ordered when he felt like Kirishima might come in and try to help him.

The spiky-haired boy suffered the rejection with a grimace. He was used to Bakugô yelling and swearing, but when he was oddly silent and distant like this, he worried, not knowing how to help. Upset at his own uselessness, Kirishima looked at his friend without getting a single glance back.

« Okay, » he gave up, not wanting to piss the blond-haired boy off even more by staying when he wasn’t wanted. « Have a nice evening, Bakugô. »

After this, the door closed softly.

***

You were surprised by the sheer silence reigning in U.A. when you arrived, as if the school was desert. Now that you thought about it, you crossed paths with a joyful bunch of teens wearing the same uniform than Katsuki on your way, maybe was it his class ? That would explain the utter lack of life in the dorms you were entering, heading to a familiar door where Kirishima knocked softer than you earlier. You could easily tell two things when Katsuki opened. First, he wasn’t in a good mood. Second, he forgot that you were supposed to pay a visit.

« What are you doing here ? » he asked in a growl.

« Well, » you started, brandishing the large bag you were carrying. « I promised I would bring you your clean clothes, didn’t I ? »

The tall boy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed. The family’s tumble dryer tragically died last week-end, and even if Mitsuki had a clothes horse as a backup plan, most of his clothes ended being too wet to be packed. You did tell him that you would pass by on the phone, but it completely slipped his mind.

The glance he gave you next, you didn’t quite got it. It looked like he hesitated before letting you in with a nod, for a reason you ignored. You stepped into the room confident, and let the heavy bag fall on Katsuki’s bed with a sigh of relief.

« One more step and it would have ripped my shoulder apart, » you complained, massaging your deltoid.

You let out a struggled and rather ugly noise when your body was tackled down the mattress, Katsuki’s weighing on you, his arms tight around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. Eyes open on the ceiling, you stayed limp, not knowing what to do. Usually, you wisely left him be when he was like this, not wanting to get involved in his mood and Katsuki needing to be alone as well. It was the first time he actually notified that he wanted company.

« Uh… What’s wrong ? » you asked innocently.

« Why did you have to come today, from all days ? » he groaned, almost for himself, as if no answer was requested.

You remained silent, eyes wandering all over the place, waiting for him to do or say something that could help you understand what was going on in his head. When he started to breathe heavily against your neck, you dared to speak.

« If I can help you, I will, you know. Just tell me what you need. »

At the moment, you didn’t know if it was the right or wrong thing to say. All you knew was that Katsuki’s grip tightened even more, and that his throat release a weird and dreadful laugh.

« Precisely the kind of shit you shouldn’t be saying right now, » he said. « God fucking dammit… What I need, huh ? I need… »

He marked a pause, so long that you doubted his sentence would be given an end until his low voice started to rumble again, his words rolling against the side of your throat.

« Remember when you asked me about a kink I never shared ? Well that’s it. Since we began to fuck I started to pop this weird boner when I get angry because instead of wrecking walls and shits I imagine what it would be if could just… wreck you instead. »

He had spoken quickly, without looking at you, as if ashamed of his own fantasy. More than once did he think about how it would feel to release all his tension and anger onto you, how it would be to pound into you until he calmed down, until he would be on the brink of fainting from exhaustion. But that sounded wrong on every single level. He didn’t like it. He might liked to be dominant and possessive, but reducing you to the simple state of an object, of a receptacle for his urges, was unthinkable.

« It’s fucked up even for me, » he added when you didn’t say a word back.

Still trapped under him, arms resting along your form, immobile on the mattress, you took several seconds to let what you just heard sink in. You would have been lying if you said that you weren’t aroused when you saw watched him at the Sports Festival, all nerves and rage like now. There was something about him being so dangerously raw that inexplicably turned you on. Was it a natural kink of yours or did you developed it because of Katsuki, that you weren’t sure.

« Well… I did say I’d help, » you murmured, one hand venturing under his shirt and caressing his abs.

« Stop it ! You don’t get it ! » Katsuki yelled and caught your arms to pin them down the bed. « Don’t get all cocky and provocative ! »

There was the same sparkle in his eyes as when he opened the door, a mix of lust and something that was dangerously close to fear.

« You have no idea ! It’s not like when we did it with my hero costume, I was just slightly annoyed at that time. Now I’m fucking mad ! Don’t encourage me, I have no idea how fucking far I’d go ! »

Truth to be told, he’d have sell both of his kidneys for you to blow a fuse right now. He’d have kill to hear you yell in indignation, shouting about how unhealthy, disrespectful even his desire was. He’d have love you to leave. Having you agreeing when he forbid to do so himself was nerve-wracking.

You caught his face between your hands strongly enough to leave the reddish marks of your fingers on his cheeks, and brutally pulled him down until your lips could meet his. For once, it was your tongue which forced its way inside his mouth, seeking its twin and covering it when short licks. You felt Katsuki resisting against your grip despite his obvious craving, but you didn’t let him go, voraciously swallowing any complaint. When you had enough, you firmly grabbed a strand of his hair and drawn his face away.

« I’m a big girl, and I’m not made of glass, » you frowned. « You’re not the only one who can enjoy things on the rough side, you know ? Plus… you denied me a lot recently… »

After what happened at his place last time, Katsuki grew more distant on the physical level. The guilt of what he did froze him anytime he wanted to touch you, the fear of doing the same mistake again completely inhibiting him. There was a nasty voice nagging in the back of his head, murmuring things like « maybe she doesn’t want you to touch her, you know », « maybe she doesn’t want you to touch her ever again and doesn’t know how to tell you », « go on, touch her, let’s just pray you won’t rape her for good this time. »

You didn’t live this abstinence well, even if you guessed why Katsuki was acting this way. You didn’t dare to ask for sex, not wanting to reverse the roles and ending up forcing him when he was feeling insecure about the whole thing. But you missed being one with him.

« I… I need my relief too… » you confessed.

Katsuki squinted, his eyes contradictorily pleading you to not push him further. His whole body was shaking with want, fingers fisting the sheets. Softly, you leaned on your elbows and approached your lips near his ear.

« Wreck me, Katsuki. »

Hearing his name pass the tender barrier of your lips destroyed the last string of restraint he had. He felt like the pilot of a plane whose wings just got nuked, falling down, clobbered in his cockpit as he desperately tried to reach for his parachute’s handle, for a last scrap of sanity to leave you an ultimate escape route, convinced as he was that you didn’t fully understand what you were playing with.

« I’m not gonna be gentle, » was his final warning.

« I know. »

« Fucking hell ! » he shouted with a voice oozing unwillingness, fully aware that the control he had over himself just slipped away as he harshly seized your arm and yanked you on your feet.

Immediately, you were pressed face against the wall, two fingers sliding into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue, coating themselves in saliva. You closed your lips around them, sucking. Katsuki’s other hand was flat on your stomach, pushing and tilting your hips so he could have entered you right away if it wasn’t for the clothes remaining on your skins. They didn’t linger a lot longer though, his hand moving from your navel to tear your pants and underwear off.

« Why the fuck are you even wet ? » he asked in a husky voice as he ran his fingers along your cleft. « Are you so excited at the idea of not being able to walk for the next two days ? »

At this, you bit down the phalanges that were still in your mouth until they left, thereby recovering your ability to speak.

« Promises, » you said cheekily, a trickle of saliva dripping down your chin.

Katsuki growled, zipping his pants open. Your impudence coupled with the wetness between your thighs finished to convince him that somehow, you were in the same mood than him, ready and willing to absorb all the virulence he had to shake off. The sparkle of doubt and restraint was gone from his eyes.

« Well fuck ! » he shouted, one of his feet kicking yours aside to spread your legs wider. « I’m gonna fuck you until you forgot your damn name ! I’ll screw you harder than a shitty Ikea chair ! »

« The Lillhöjden, the Rågnund or the Fjällberget ? » you grinned.

But your joke didn’t had the chance to work, nipped in the bud by Katsuki’s cock slamming into you. You hiccuped in surprise when his mast parted your fleshes, not fully ready yet, and braced yourself against the wall more firmly. That one did hurt a little, and you bit down your lower lip to silence your whine.

« Don’t give me that shit, » Katsuki growled and grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open. « Everybody’s out, scream all you can. »

The wall zoomed in closer with the next thrusts, forcing your body forward. The pace he had settled between your thighs was immediately pitiless, fast and hard, filling you up each time. Within the first minute, you understood clearer why Katsuki tried his best to make you leave. He wasn’t doing like usual, just like he warned you. He wasn’t focused on hitting your sweetest spots or adapting his pace, all that mattered was to thrust, and to thrust hard and deep. You even had to occasionally tilt your hips to avoid taking in his whole length and provide you some time to breathe.

Your pants soon evolved into franker moans when your body get used to this extra roughness and learned how to take it, each motion of Katsuki’s cock echoing and swirling through your entire being, making it shake in the arms and legs. Sweat was dampening the clothes you still had on, making them hug your skin.

Katsuki’s fingers suddenly encircled your wrists and stretched your arms backward, one hand gripping your jacket’s collar and yanking it down until it remained at his feet. He then grabbed the hem of your shirt and gathered it up, baring your chest. You heard your bra’s hook being snapped open before Katsuki led your palms back against the wall. He was sweating heavily too, and he got rid of his black top tank with one hand. The whole thing didn’t even last three seconds, and it didn’t prevent him from keeping on filling you with brief and curt thrusts.

Now you were back in your previous position, your upper half freed from any covering. The gravity did its job well, making your breasts bounce with every move of Katsuki’s hips. That detail didn’t escape him, and immediately his hands came to seize them. There was no place for teasing today, he didn’t lengthily tickle your nipples or anything, he just outright squeezed them in his palms, greedy.

Behind you, Katsuki could only enjoy what he had displayed under his eyes. Your arched back was criss-crossed with drops of his sweat, your legs and arms shaking under his assaults. Everything within you was just a consequence of his ardour, of how hard he went, you were subdued to his doing from head to toes, inside and out. That thought drove him crazy.

His hands abandoned your chest and moved over your shoulders instead, his fingers strongly pressing against your skin, sliding down your lower back, leaving marks he wished less temporary. He bent down, covering your body with his, biting down your shoulder as your screams reached higher notes, and you threw your head backward when his hips tilted a bit, offering him your neck. God, you smelled amazing today, or maybe was it his hunger that made everything more appealing. Your skin was sliding against his in a rugged caress, and you felt deliciously tight and hot around his cock. But that wasn’t enough. He wasn’t even aiming for an orgasm on his own, he just wanted to go hard and deep until his body felt exhausted and heavy, until he sweated all his anger away, until he was too tired to keep fuelling his rage. With a sharper move, a familiar heat seared in your lower abdomen, both diffusing and tightening through your being, and your walls tightened with it.

« Don’t you fucking dare cumming already ! » Katsuki warned and spanked you. « I’m not done with you ! »

There was no word to describe how empty you felt when his member left you, and you held back a moan that would have sound pretty desperate. Hopefully, this pause didn’t dragged on, just the time for Katsuki to place your face against his desk. One his hand grasped your leg and propped it up, keeping it pinned down the furniture along your torso. The wood was cold against your burning skin, and you were out of breath, but it didn’t mattered anymore when Katsuki thrust back into your heat.

« K-Katsuki ! Ha… Harder ! » you shouted out.

The request made his eyes widened. He had been scared to hurt you, but if anything, it rather looked like you were having a blast. And he wasn’t going to deny you what you wanted. Firmly, he grabbed your thighs, right under the roundness of your ass, and spread you open wider as he pummelled into you with a matchless ferociousness. The desk was creaking under your weights, its noises drowned into your screams and Katsuki’s grunts, and you even knocked down his calculator in the process. The blond boy felt at his apex already, but it still wasn’t enough. Even if his body was begging him to cum, he wanted to last longer, to keep on thrusting, he wasn’t done with his inner demons yet, he had more to exteriorise, more to let out, and this discrepancy between his mind and his flesh’s needs made him crave his release as much as dread it.

« Fucking Deku ! » he said between his gritted teeth as he let his forehead fall on your back. « Fucking Half-And-Half bastard ! Fucking provisional license ! »

You heard that perfectly, and even if you didn’t know all the ins and out of what was going in his head, the way Katsuki hammered into you, as passionate as desperate, told you that he would need a bit of help to come this time.

« Katsuki, it’s good ! It feels good ! »

You had screamed heartily despite the tiredness starting to settle in your limbs and the dizziness gasing your mind. Dirty words had always been his weakness after all.

« Your cock is so big, Katsuki ! It makes me feel so full ! »

Behind you, the explosive boy suddenly felt completely fired up again, his focus now entirely devoted to you and what other words would fall from your naughty mouth.

« Oh you like it, huh ? » he asked, grinning.

Quickly, he grabbed your arm again and rolled you over so you would face him for the first time. The sight of you, exhausted to the point of shaking from head to toes, hair sticking to your face, all dishevelled, and eyes hungrily fixed on him, definitely dispelled anything that wasn’t you from his mind.

« Y-Yeah, » you stuttered. « I like it ! »

« So tell me, who’s the one who fucks you well ?! »

He grabbed your legs and brought them up against your torso, his cock going all the way in in fast and hard thrusts, wet noises accompanying his moves. You could feel your own wetness being spread over your groin, your walls squeezing his cock anytime he hit your deepest spot.

« K-Katsuki ! » you answered, mind going blank.

« Who’s the one who can make you cum ?! »

« Katsuki ! »

« Who’s the one who can make you scream ?! »

« Katsuki ! »

« What’s your fucking name ? »

« Katsuki ! »

« Haha damn right ! You lost your goddamn mind didn’t you ? Told you you would even forget your name ! »

You clawed on his arms as you came with the next thrust, panting heavily, body shaking with release. Katsuki pinned your hands down the desk and keep on pounding, prolonging your orgasm as he finally reached his own in a load of curses.

When he could see straight again, he was perfectly exhausted, panting laboriously, but he also felt eased, the weight taken off his mind. Exposed under him, you were breathing softly, eyes closed, and he suspected that you could have just slept here, naked, with his semen dripping down your thighs. Licking his lips both in appreciation and in thirst, he took your in his arms and carried you in bed with him, his legs trembling on the short way.

« Are you sleeping already ? » he asked as he brought the duvet over both of you.

« Almost… » you murmured.

He stared at you, watching your features smoothing out and listening to the regular inflexions of your breathing before speaking again.

« Are you okay ? »

« Totally okay, » you yawned, giving him a thumb-up.

Reassured, Katsuki was ready to fall asleep too when he suddenly remembered something he absolutely had to ask.

« Wait a minute, what the fuck were those weird long-ass names you gave when I talked about the Ikea chair thing ?! Are they actual items ?! Hey ! »

***

Kirishima was a good friend. Too much of a good friend. He spent the whole movie wondering if Bakugô was doing well, all alone at U.A. when the whole class was having fun. He couldn’t help but feel like he had been selfish by leaving him like this, that’s why, when the rest of the class decided to grab dinner in town, he excused himself and decided to head back to the dorms.

« Bakugô ? » he asked, knocking on his neighbour’s door.

Just like earlier, no answer came, which only worried him furthermore. He gently lower the handle, slowly, to not take his friend by surprise, and got himself ready to harden just in case. Carefully, he stuck his head in the opening.

« Baku- holy hecking fuck ! » he breathed out, flummoxed at the sight of his friend sleeping next to you.

As red as his hair, he promptly closed the door, one hand covering his mouth in embarrassment, eyes wide open.

« Holy shit, » he mumbled. « It’s the girlfriend ! It’s his girlfriend ! To think I was worried for him… Oh my God, I wish I had looked better, it’s not like I’m gonna see her anytime soon again… »

There was obviously no mischief or bad intentions when Kirishima said that. He didn’t want to spy on you by perversion, he wasn’t anything like Mineta, he just wanted to know what you looked like to have something to picture when he would manage to worm about you out of Bakugô. And after lengthily weighing up the pros and cons, his good morals allowed him this little misdemeanour. You were both covered after all, it wasn’t like he would see anything lewd.

Slowly, he quietly reopened the door, only for his eyes to meet a pair of brightly red ones.

« Kirishima… » Bakugô growled low in his throat, and the red-haired boy swore he saw his life flashing in front of his eyes.

« Bakugô, that’s not what you think ! » he precipitately said, holding his hands up the air in a pacifist stance

« You’re fucking dead !! » Bakugô screamed without letting him the time to speak anymore, explo-running after the poor Kirishima through the whole building.

The racket didn’t even wake you up. After months spent near Katsuki, explosions were like a lullaby to your ears now.

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Part XVIII. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Your afternoon was going rather smoothly given that you were spending it with Bakugô. The air was filled with the lingering smell of the tea and the tartlets you had for the breakfast hours ago, and minus the rhythmic curses Katsuki let out, only the sounds of the joysticks and the TV could be heard.

« Hey, by the way, » he said, making you frowned as some of your concentration left the game, transferred to his words. « I got something for you. »

« Like a punch in the face ? » you asked in scepticism, smashing your gamepad’s buttons.

« Like a gift. »

At this, you gasped, and your thumb ripped over the joystick, giving Katsuki a golden opportunity to finish you off. Powerless, you could only witness your character being beaten into pulp by his.

« You traitor ! Making up stuff like this just to win a round, I swear to God… » you pouted.

« What stuff ? » he protested.

When you turned around, you saw, held high near his eternal grouchy air, a cardboard unopened box, where Katsuki’s address was still.

« Uh ? Really ? It’s for me ? » you asked, incredulous as he sent the package right in your hands. « I don’t know if I’m disappointed to see that you apparently don’t know when my birthday is, or if I’m happy because you’d apparently get me something. »

« I know it’s not your birthday, dull face ! » Katsuki defended himself, offended.

« My face isn’t dull ! »

« Tch, keep dreaming. If you were spice, you’d be fucking flour. »

« You damn little… boor ! » you screamed, visibly upset before you suddenly calmed down. « Wait, that means… you’re offering me a present for no reason ? Either you finally realized how lucky you are to have a wonderful girl like me putting up with your shit, either you’re dying. Katsuki, tell me the truth… how long do you have left ? »

You had placed a compassionate hand on his shoulder, looking straight into his eyes with a faked apprehension. His piercing red orbs glared holes into yours, and he gritted his teeth.

« You know what ? I changed my mind, you ain’t getting shit, » he growled and snatched the package away from your hands.

« Oh, come on ! Take a joke once in a while ! » you laughed and took the box back. Before he could take it again, you tore it open with the same frenzy as a kid with his first Christmas’s present. There, wedged between layers of recycled paper, was a small black box with its content printed on it, making no secret. Was he serious ? Stunned, you blinked at him, waiting for an explanation.

« You wanted me to surprise you, right ? » he asked without batting an eyelid. « I fucked up once, but this should make it up, huh ? »

« Uh, well… I guess. »

Blushing a bit, you opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was pink, ovoid, more thick than long, soft to the touch. The base was metallic and could be unscrewed for the battery, with a thin loop attached to ease its withdrawal. But the most interesting was the small remote included. That little cunning bastard…

« So what’s the plan now ? » you smiled, arching an eyebrow. « I’m gonna put this in and wander around the house waiting for you to switch me on vibrate mode ? »

« That’s an idea, » he confirmed.

Katsuki crawled and sat next to you, one arm around your shoulders as he kissed you, his lips warm and full. You moaned a reprimand for the form before finally giving him the complete access to your mouth, barely noticing when he swiftly nicked the remote from your hands.

« You sly little shithead, » you said when you realized he got you.

« Pretty sure you’d freak out if I started to be nice or some shit. »

« Honestly ? Yeah. And that’s not a compliment for you. »

He just shrugged, keeping his mouth on your skin, sharp teeth toying and digging in the flesh of your neck. His free hand had slipped between your thighs. Damn, this boy sure built some confidence in the bedroom.

« Ugh, fine, fine, » you yielded. « I’ll try it… »

***

The sensation of being permanently filled with something was disturbing at first. It was not disagreeable, just… weird, especially when you were reminded of the toy’s presence anytime you moved. But what was more even more disturbing was the fact that Katsuki didn’t turned it on one single time yet. It was suspect. You expected the thing to start buzzing in your hand before it even had the chance to be fitted into your core, but it didn’t. Somehow, you kinda deplored his unusual today’s peak of patience. A little bit of buzzing would have been welcome. From the corner of your eye, you stared at him, all calm and disinterested in your person, focused on the movie. He was plotting. He was so fucking plotting ! But right when you were about to ask him what dirty move he had in mind, you heard the door being slammed.

« We’re home ! » Mitsuki announced.

The look you gave Katsuki was unforgettable. Eyes wide open, pupils shrunken in betrayal, and this glacial air saying ‘I’m gonna bite your head off with the teeth. With your teeth.’

« You didn’t fucking dare, » you breathed out.

« I fucking did, » Katsuki grinned and yanked you up on your feet, dragging you to the kitchen. « Remember when you said that I’m so ugly the nurses could have swapped me at birth for a Chinese crested dog that my mom wouldn’t have noticed ? Well it’s payback time, bitch. »

« It was like three weeks ago ! And I was angry ! By your fault ! » you protested, putting all you weight backward to put a spoke in his wheel.

He still pulled you along without much trouble to the kitchen where Mitsuki and Masaru were unwrapping several boxes of takeaway, displaying them on the table.

« Mitsuki-san, Masaru-san, » you greeted them in a weak voice.

« Hi sweetie, » the blond woman smiled.

« I thought you were working all day ? » you asked, a nervous tic agitating the corner of your lip when you tried to smile.

« Sure are, » Masaru replied. « We’re just here to eat a quick lunch with you kids. Katsuki, you didn’t tell her ? »

« Of fucking course I did, » he snarled. « Told her you were working all day, but I thought it was obvious that you guys would have to eat some time. »

Oh that little motherfucking albino monkey ! You looked daggers at him, but he just blatantly ignored you and dropped on a chair.

« Here, I took you the same menu as me, I remembered you liked it last time, » Masaru told you.

Right as you were about to take the box he was handing you, a deep vibration reverberated through your lower abdomen, making you yelp and almost knock the box out of Masaru’s hands.

« Th-Th-Thank you for the food ! » you said a bit too loud and promptly sat down on your chair.

Masaru and Mitsuki exchanged a surprised look, but said nothing. Your cheeks were on fire, and you didn’t dare to look away from your food at first. You had had the toy inside you, immobile, for a while now, and you somehow grew accustomed to its presence, and might have been able to forget it if Katsuki didn’t activate it. Now it was buzzing against your walls, continuous and regular, teasing your deep spots. Its sudden motions reminded you of its everything, of how big it was, of where exactly it was, but also how it sounded, and you prayed for nobody to hear it except you. Not only did it make you feel filled up all over again, but it was pulsating inside you, still without being able to bring you the full release you needed to get rid off the nascent arousal. As turned on as embarrassed, you wriggled on your chair for a moment, thighs rubbing together.

« Something’s wrong ? » Masaru’s soft voice startled you. « You don’t like it ? I was so sure it was what you ordered last time… »

Quite honestly, if Katsuki didn’t turned off the sextoy at this moment, you weren’t sure you would have been able to answer correctly.

« No ! No ! I like this menu, I was just… lost in thoughts… » you floundered. « I was dreaming about how I’m going to end your asshole of a son’s life, » you added for yourself.

You finally opened your box and started to eat your food, trying your best to pay attention to the casual conversation. However, the only thing you could think about was when Katsuki would turn the toy on again. You menacingly stared at him, seated right in front of you, eating like nothing was going on. You knew he wasn’t going to stop, but you were on the look-out to not let yourself be taken by surprise.

« Are you alright, sweetie ? » Mitsuki asked, concerned. « You’re all red in the face. Are you feverish ? »

« Ah, uh, I- »

You brutally interrupted yourself in a gasp, your knee coming to hit the table from under in a twitch. The damn thing was vibrating again inside you, making you shiver and heat up.

« I-I-I-I… feel a bit nauseous actually, » you stuttered, cheeks bright red. « I think I’m gonna lie down for a moment… »

You could escape with this pretext. But right when you stood up, Katsuki’s voice froze you on the spot, and the buzzing stopped.

« You should finish your meal. Sick people need to eat. »

You couldn’t see his mouth, hidden behind the food box he was holding closely, but you were ready to bet your spleen that he was grinning in delectation. The sparkle in his eyes was unmissable, the little rascal was having more fun than if he was competing in a Battle Royal.

« I hate him so fucking much, » you thought.

« He’s right, honey, » Mitsuki nodded, placing a hand over your arm to make you stay. « You barely touched your food, you should eat more and then take a nap. »

Inwardly fulminating, you sat down and took your chopsticks back, eyes glued to your awful boyfriend. You looked like you were about to murder him with the first thing that would slip under your hand, but once again, he acted like he didn’t pay attention. How did he dare to look so natural when doing things like this with his parents nearby ? He didn’t bat a single eyelid since the beginning, his eternal scowl plastered on his face.

The third time the toy started to vibrate, your whole body tensed tightly, but it went more discreetly than before, and neither Mitsuki nor Masaru seemed to noticed your state. You maintained a normal face, fighting the urge to moan, to slide a hand between your thighs, and also to smash the table on Katsuki’s head. The buzzing was strengthened from the previous vibrations whose echoes hadn’t died yet, still waving inside your flesh, driving you closer to the release.

At this point, you didn’t know if you wanted to come or die.

« You can’t cum, » you ordered yourself. « His parents are right next to you. You can’t cum. You can’t cum. »

But as you told you so, you slightly bent forward, faking to lean your chin against your palm, folding one leg under your ass, your heel pressing against your crotch. You swallowed your spit when your walls contracted once against the toy, getting a stronger wave in the process. You brought your hand over your mouth, stifling a sigh, and squeezed your eyes shut, frowning.

« Do not cum. Do not cum, » you repeated to yourself.

« Hey ! If you’re gonna puke at least go to the bathroom ! »

You didn’t realize that, indeed, your leaning position could bring confusion and looked like you were about to flaunt your last three meals in front of your parents-in-law. Before you knew it, you were lifted from your chair by the collar and dragged outside the kitchen in front of Mitsuki and Masaru’s shocked faces. Your field of vision scrambled again when Katsuki hoisted you over his shoulder to go upstairs. You muffled a moan when he did so, your compressed stomach pressing against the buzzing item.

« Do you want me to call a doctor ?! » Masaru asked from the first step.

« It’s okay, I got her ! » Katsuki replied.

When Mitsuki joined her husband, all she heard was the bathroom’s door being locked. She gave him an astonished look.

« I didn’t expect him to take care of her, » she confessed.

« Hm, » Masaru mused. « He’s getting better, I think. »

***

You saw the ground pass before your eyes, the wood of the stairs soon replaced by the bathroom’s blue tiles. After locking the door, Katsuki put you down, the soil cold under your feet.

« You horrible, horrible asswipe ! » you whistled between your teeth. You really wanted to yell at him, but again, you weren’t alone in the house. « I hope you had fun ?! »

« Plenty, » he grinned. « Watching you trying to look contented in front of my old people with a sextoy up your pussy was… damn inestimable. »

You would have talk back if the buzzing toy wasn’t keeping on throbbing against your insides, distracting you from pretty anything else. In front of you, overly proud of his nasty little play, Katsuki grinned even more and took a step toward you, catching your jaw between his fingers. Tilting your chin up, he kissed you rather softly for the hunger burning in his eyes, his tongue parting your lips to gain back the access to your own. Once he found it, he gave it deep and long strokes, his mouth sometimes closing against yours in another kiss.

« Turn that thing off already, » you whined, head bumping against his torso.

« Uh ? That’d be a waste. »

Seizing your arms, he led your back against the door, your back cushioned by the bathrobes hung here. One of his legs slipped between yours, and his knee went up against your groin, making you gasped loudly.

« Hush, hush, you don’t wanna round up the old hag there, do you ? » he ironically asked, one of his hands covering your mouth.

He kept on moving his knee, rubbing it right against your clit, spreading your own wetness all over your entrance. You parted your legs a bit more and swayed your hips, adapting the friction to the right pace. You had been on the verge of cumming for so long that it didn’t take long for you to finally reach your release, panting noisily against his palm. Your forehead was covered in sweat, your cheeks even redder than before, your whole body shaking from the sweet and long torture. You opened teary eyes after your temporary blank due to your orgasm, trying to glare at Katsuki, without success.

« Well, that was fast, » he mocked.

« Not faster than the first time I pulled your pin out, you fucking insufferable living grenade, » you bit back. « Turn that thing off already. »

This time, he complied and pressed a button of the remote in his pocket. The buzzing finally stopped, letting you breathe. Quickly, you unfastened your belt and opened your trousers, plunging your hand down your dampened panties, fingers carefully pulling on the thin loop joined to the toy, slowly taking it out. You let out a relieved sigh when it left your body, all coated with your juice, and put it on the sink.

« Remember the Naughty List we talked about before ? » you started in a deep voice, a nasty, wrathful air plastered all over your face. « Well I really hope the Holy Spirit of Karma will strike your ass soon, like… like you were on his Naughty List, but for some reason he had to punish people before you so he just wrote your name down a Post-It as a memo, put it in his back pocket and forgot about it until Mrs. Karma searched his jeans before the laundry, found the paper and blew a fuse like ‘who the fuck is this bitch named Bakugô Katsuki ?!’ and then Mr. Karma was like ‘the fuck are you talking abou-… Screw me ! I was supposed to make that cunt pay for his assholeness ten years ago ! Hold my beer, Karen, shit’s about to get real’. »

« Look how creative you get when you’re angry, » he snorted. « How about, as we wait for Mr. Karma to finally pull his finger out, we put yours to good use ? » he grinned with a smug as he took your hand and pressed it against his boner.

You hesitated over squeezing it until his voice gained several octaves, but you changed your mind. With a devilish grin, you pressed yourself against him and murmured in a low, exuding lust tone.

« Okay… Close your eyes, Katsuki. »

And the naive boy obeyed, smirking when he felt you lowering his trousers and boxer until his member was free.

« Don’t open, okay ? » you said in a playful voice. « Just gimme a sec and I’ll take care of you. »

« Damn, you better do. »

He heard you briefly turning on the tap, assuming that you wanted to wash the sextoy first, only to realize his mistake too late, when you threw the whole tooth glass filled with icy water right at his cock.

He let out a pained scream, feeling his boner dying, his testicles operating an emergency manoeuvre and shrivelling away. He heard you laughed your ass off as he bent over, hands over his frozen pride, tears pricking the corners of his strawberry-coloured eyes.

« Hahaha ! Careful not exploding your balls away now ! » you kidded.

You moonwalked your way out of the bathroom, stopping on threshold to shake your butt while giving him the finger. « How do you like my victory moves ?! I called it the fucky-fuck dance ! Ha ! Feel the karma, bitch ! »

« You little shit, » he breathed out. « You look stupid ! And being a prick has nothing to do with karma ! Wait until I can walk again and I’ll teach you the lesson you deserve ! Hey ! Don’t turn your back to me when I’m speaking ! Where are you going ?! »

« To take a nap. I’m sick, remember ? » you grinned, ass still shaking rhythmically as you disappeared, closing the door on the scene of your boyfriend doubled up, holding his hurt virility with his pants down his ankles.

Chapter Text

Part XIX. And the mirrors are gonna fog tonight.

The resentful side of Katsuki didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Once you knew him a little, you could see it coming as a logical feature of his temper. And honestly ? Fuck him. If he thought that being bitter would affect you, he was dead wrong. After all this time, you were immune to this kind of bullshit.

And for fuck’s sake, it was just a little glass of a cold water thrown at his dick, it wasn’t like you chopped it off ! And after all the kind of business he put you through, a little revenge wasn’t undeserved, especially since you were persuaded that he would find a way to get back at you. So why bother worrying about him acting all offended ?

Lost in your thoughts, you smiled for yourself, back leaned against the wall of an ice-cream maker, impervious to the happy background noises emanating from the passing crowd in front of you. Your eyes quickly scanned the passers-by, looking for a familiar spiky head. You didn’t saw him, but the detonation few meters away was hard to miss.

« Watch where you walk, asshole ! »

« How did I end up with such an angel already ? Oh yeah, I’m a masochist. Or I did something very nasty in a previous life and am getting punished in this one, » you told yourself.

Katsuki arrived up to you, finally letting you see him. He was dressed casually, with a blue denim jacket open on a black tank -another one, completed with yet another black trousers stopping just before the ankles, and smart shoes.

« I didn’t think you would show up, I’m surprised ! » you said when he approached.

« Uh ? Why’s that ? »

« I thought you might set up a fake date to make me go outside and wait for you for hours for nothing, you know, as a puny little revenge. »

« I can still turn around and abandon your ass, you know that ? »

« Too late, » you refuted and firmly grabbed his arm, yanking him down to give him a quick good morning kiss. You knew he hated PDA.

Katsuki couldn’t work what was going on with you today, but it irked him. You were currently trotting slightly ahead of him, walking around the large and packed shopping street from a pavement to another, stopping in front of the shops you liked. If you were acting all natural on the surface, it wasn’t the same on the inside. Today you were… caustic. He was used to you talking back when he was into his shitty mode, but today it was just… different. It was as if you were purposely irritating him just for the pleasure to retort, creating opportunities to snap at him. You weren’t being truly mean, just sassy, but in bigger proportions than usual. Any frown you earned from him made you smile, and that goddamn gloating air you had from the beginning, he swore to God… This little extra of aggressiveness ticked him off, he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. It pissed him off as much as it made him want to pin you against a wall and show you who was the boss here.

One last repartee, murmured low in suave accents, hit his ears, and he turned around to watch you. His red eyes scrutinize your smirking face, your index poking his cheek mockingly. He strongly caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you against him.

« Hey, smartass, why don’t we go somewhere and help you settle that provocative attitude of yours ? »

You let out a small laugh at his face. He looked both confused and aroused, his eyes lit with a spark of lust and wonder. The setting sun bathed him with such a light that he looked like his skin was on fire, his spiky bangs like burning embers.

« Wait a minute. Were you purposely pissing me off knowing it will end like this ? »

« And since I already pulled this trick on you I thought you’d be quicker than that. But you’re just too dense… Just like black ho-OW ! Are you fucking crazy ?! »

He just rushed and bit down on your shoulder without any warning, leaving the prints of his canines in your flesh.

« I told you I’d bite you if you called me a black hole once more ! » he squinted. « Come on here, you little shit. Now that you put me in the mood I hope you’ll face the consequences. »

***

The passers-by were radically fewer than before as you entered the love hotels’ district, the family crowd replaced by just a handful of cheeky couples holding each other close. The cheerful sounds of the children running and screaming faded, dethroned by quietness. You let Katsuki drag you throughout without turning a hair, obviously amused. That idiot fell into the trap. Because if he thought you weren’t plotting something to get back at him for all the things he’d done, if was seriously mistaken.

Katsuki stopped in front of a hotel, studying its facade. A pinkish, cloud-shaped sign was held high above the glass doors at the entrance, displayed the hotel’s name, looking like it had been written with whipped cream.

« The white chocolate eclair, » he read out loud.

He eyed with disgust at the logo, a drawing of the aforementioned pastry half bitten, its white and creamy filling spilling out. As subtle as a kick in the bollocks.

« Ugh, whatever, it will do, » he decreed, hands deep in his pockets as he walked inside with his usual slouchy gait.

The doorway was already singularly darker, the orangey hue of the setting sun replaced by tenuous artificial lights which made your pupils widen. Looking at the different rooms available showed on a screen, Katsuki finally grinned and had his heart set on one. After paying and getting the key, the both of you headed toward your room, just on the left after the first turn.

« Oh wow, classy, » you said when you entered.

It was different than the first room you experienced. The bed was in the middle of the room this time, enlivened with deep red satiny sheets and four big pillows. The only source of light were thin neons hung on the wall, near the ceiling, and which intensity could be adjusted with a remote neatly displayed on the dark wooden piece furniture, with a tube of lube and some condoms. Under your feet, the floor was covered with a carpeting so thick that your toes partially disappear when they sink in.

A sudden move on your left caught your gaze, and you startled when you saw your reflection starring back at you. On each wall was a large mirror.

« Kinky. »

Suddenly, your feet weren’t in contact with the ground anymore. Katsuki had sneaked behind you and squeezed your arms against your body before lifting you up like this, with you all stiff in front of him, unable to move. Once in front of the bed, he managed to throw you on it with a twist, making you land on your back, legs dangling in the void. Immediately, the wild animal was over you, straddling your waist with a defying glare.

« Why the hell are you smirking for ? » he asked you all while seizing your belt and undoing it. « You know you’re getting your punishment for playing with my nerves all the fucking day, right ? »

« I plead guilty, Your Honour. »

Your excess of raillery made him frown and muttered something under his breath. He pinned your wrists down, his mouth going for the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking at it. His spiky hair tickled your neck when his lips moved to your jaw, finally meeting yours in a heated kiss, his tongue caressing yours, but pushing it away anytime it tried to slip into his own mouth, authoritarian.

« Get undressed, » he ordered.

Your body bounced on the mattress when he launched himself off of it, busying himself with his own clothes. Propped up on your elbows, you didn’t obey immediately, taking several seconds gazing at how his back muscles tightened and creased his skin when he took his shirt off. You also noticed the few bruises he got from last week’s trainings, some already fading away, others, more recent, still breaking over his flesh. Licking your lips, you stood up too and got rid of your clothes.

« You should turn around, » you mused.

« I already saw you be-HOLY SHIT ! »

He jumped in surprise, staring at your outfit. The undergarments you were wearing were way more refined than the casual ones forming most of your wardrobe. The bra and panties were matching, made of a pitch black fabric, adorned with lace and decorated with orange ribbons.

Orange and black. His colours. To him, it was as arousing as if you were begging him to take you, as if you were screaming to the world that you belonged to him.

Wasting no time, he moved forward and caught you again, pressing himself against you as he gave you one more subjugating kiss, his hands caressing your whole being as to spread his ownership all over you, as to paint you in his colours in another way. You repressed a laugh at him acting all rough and dominant. He was so sure of being invincible in the bedroom that he took every of your smirks and grins for a surplus of provocation, as to make sure that you would be properly chastised. Not one second did he think that maybe, just maybe, you were plotting something.

« I like it, » he roared. « But you’re even better without anything. »

To emphasise, he slid an arm behind your back and snapped your bra open.

« Turn around, panties off » he said in the same firm tone than before.

« Here goes the doggy-style, » you thought, taking off your last piece of cloth. « So predicable. »

You crawled on the mattress without protesting, Katsuki following closely.

« No, not like this, » he said when he saw you on your four.

He sat down behind you, his legs folded under him, his bum reposing on his heels. Then he took your waist between his hands and led you on his thighs, his hard cock pressed against your cheeks.

« What did you say once again ? Oh yeah, we’re not the fucking sun circus, right ? » you kidded, trying to find your balance by leaning on his knees.

« Come on, you can be more skilled than that, » Katsuki retorted, spanking you.

He helped you by lifting your hips for you, guiding your entrance at the tip of his cock. His eyes lit up when he watched you sinking on it, his flesh disappearing inside yours until the two of you became one again. He sighed at how tight you were in this position, but also at how closer you felt, so close that his hot breath was brushing over your skin, giving you goose bumps. He rolled his hips upward, slowly, to set the pace, and you arched your back and did the same. He then placed his palms flat against your spread thighs, pushing them down, wanted you to drop your hips and take him back inside. He kept doing this until your motions synchronised with his, containing his moans to hear yours, to listen to how good it felt for you. He could feel your nails digging into his own thighs anytime he was fully sheathed between your walls, soft whines escaping your lips. When you moved according to his thrusts, he let go of your upper legs and grabbed your chin instead, lifting your face.

« Open your eyes, » he roared into your ear.

You ventured to do so and raised an eyelid, only to find yourself staring straight into your reflection’s gaze. You had momentarily forgot about the mirrors on the walls and, too embarrassed, you squeezed your eyes shut.

« Open your eyes, » Katsuki reiterated as you tried to wriggle your face out of his grip.

« No, it’s too weird ! »

« I fucking know, why do you think I wanted this room ? There was also a mirror last time, you didn’t notice ? »

« I didn’t, » you groaned. « So what ? Did you stare at your image all the time back then ? You’re reaching a whole new level of narcissism, you know that ? »

« Shut up, I didn’t do that. But it gave me an idea. I want you to look at yourself when I fuck you. I want you to witness how much of a fucking mess you are with my dick up your cunt. So now, eyes on you. »

The pace set in his hips changed right after this. He thrust harder, your body bouncing on his cock in wet noises. Your thighs were stretched wide on each side of his legs, your back hitting his torso every now and then, your sweats mixing in those briefs meetings.

« I said… Eyes. On. You. »

His hands came to pinch your nipples, shooting a wave of pleasure through your body. Finally, more out of curiosity than compliance, you opened your eyes and fixed your gaze on what was displayed on the glassy surface. And just like Katsuki announced, you could only acknowledge that you were a mess. Your legs were trembling of being held spread, your hips were swaying, making his hard member disappear inside you in fits and starts, your throat releasing a pleased sound each time. You saw your breasts jiggling in rhythm with Katsuki’s assaults for a moment before they were stopped by his hands grabbing them. Your pupils widened, not used to seeing what was done to you so neatly. You focused a moment on the fingers toying with your nipples, sometimes rolled, sometimes caressed, and then allowed your stare to drop, gazing again at how easily his cock entered you. Being able to watch and feel in the same time sent everything sensation swirling twice harder into you.

« So ? How is it ? How do you find yourself when I’m pounding into you ? »

« Fuck off, » you moaned. « It’s just another way to fuel your damn self-esteem, isn’t it ? »

« Don’t act like you’re not having a good time, » he said and slapped your ass. « Answer me. How do you look ? »

« I look… I look… satiated… I guess… »

« Damn right. »

Your eyes shortly met his in the mirror, alight with lust and pride. That sweet little rascal. You could only imagine how having you witnessing how much you enjoyed what he was doing to you flattered his ego.

« You’ve been a good girl, » Katsuki murmured. « You wanna cum ? »

« Yes, » you breathed out.

Quite honestly, you didn’t think he would stick to his words, but he did. His thrusts kept the same pace, but one of his hands left your breasts and came down your belly. Two of his fingers parted your lips to expose your clit that a third one teased lengthily, caressing it until you came in a succession of loud cries. The tension that had seized your body with your orgasm faded all at once, and you fall on your four, Katsuki still inside your squeezing walls. You felt him firmly grabbing your hips and pulling you against his, thrusts hard and fast, seeking for his own release.

But just because he made you cum didn’t mean you forgot about your little plot. Katsuki could be good in bed, but he could also be the worst, frustrating you, denying you your climax, playing with you. Today was payback time, and it was with the utmost pleasure that you moved into action when you felt him bordering the orgasm.

« Oh f-fuck, » he growled behind you. « I’m close, I’m- »

« DEKU ! » you yelled at the top of your lungs.

The back and forth moves stopped immediately, and this time you willingly looked at the mirror, not wanting to miss the face he was making. And what a face ! He was clearly shocked, eyes wide open in surprise, brows furrowed, lips pressed together in a thin line. And, the burning icing on the cake of humiliation, his cock had gone soft.

« WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ?! » he screamed and crawled away from you as if you were the filthiest thing ever. « What the hell is wrong with you ?! »

« AHA ! Take that ! » you victoriously shouted. « That’s for all the times you’ve been insufferable ! KARMA ! »

« I already told you that you behaving like a fuckwit doesn’t count as karma ! »

« Revenge ! »

« Revenge for what, you asswipe ?! I didn’t do shit ! »

« Excuse the fuck out of me ?! And that time you denied me my orgasm ? And that time you tied me up without my consent ? And the one when you put a damn sextoy inside me and almost made me cum in front of your family ?! »

At this, he jumped off of the mattress and pointed an accusing finger at you, anger clearly mixing with embarrassment in his face. Priceless.

« Listen to me you little cock-freezer ! All the things you quoted don’t mean squat compared to what you’ve just done ! I’m never gonna be able to get a fucking boner after that ! »

« Oh, my poor little sweetheart, do you want me to cut your dick off and give it a proper burial ? »

« You damn crazy chick ! » he growled, hands curled up in fists, a dark fume escaping from the interstices between his fingers.

« Chill out, Katsu, » you laughed and stood up, walking toward him. « Contrary to you, I’m nice most of the time. I’m willing to help you with that. »

« You are ? » he asked suspiciously. « What am I even supposed to expect now ? A hand job or a circumcision ? »

Rolling your eyes, you knelt in front of him, thereby answering his question, and gave his member a long lick. One of your hands came at its base and started to pump slowly, your mouth closing around its tip, occasionally circling it with your tongue. Shuddering, Katsuki exhaled loudly and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing on your head. The message was rather clear, and you took him fully inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his whole length, feeling his cock hardening and drops of precum soiling your tongue.

« Never able to get a boner again, you said ? Don’t make me laugh, » you smirked, wiping your mouth.

« Hey, fixing your shit is the least you can do, okay ? » he pouted.

As soon as you were standing up again, he caught your shoulders and forced you to go backward until your legs hit the bed. Thrown off balance, you fell back on the mattress, Katsuki straddling you again.

« You better be nice for the second round, » he mumbled.

« Second round ? What second round ? » you smiled, leaving him all sheepish. « I never got a second round when it was you frustrating me, why should I be more generous ? »

You bent one leg, sending your knee in his bum strongly enough to make him fall and smack into the mattress. You heard a masses of curses being yelled and stifled into it, making you laugh.

« I’ll give you your second round under one condition. I’m topping. »

At this, Katsuki turned his head toward you, a piece of mattress trapped between his teeth like a dog passing his nerves on his master’s shoe as a revenge for not getting his premium dry food.

« Come on, it’s a fair trade. And you never let me try it before. »

He frowned, thinking. He seriously doubted he could enjoy anything that didn’t have him in the leading role, even sex. Submissiveness always repelled him. Seeing him hesitating, and guessing why, you gently invited him to sat down with a little tap on the bed. When he did, you crawled over and locked your legs behind his hips, slowly taking his turgescence back in. You both shivered at the feeling of having your bodies reunited so soon after parting, and Katsuki eagerly pounded into you again, his face buried in your neck, hands grabbing your waist to keep you study.

You let him call the tune for several minutes, waiting until he was comfortable before gently kissing him and pressing your chest against him to make him lay down. He groaned against your lips, protesting and resisting.

« Shush, hey, it’s just me, » you sweetly whispered.

« You and your goddamn ideas, I swear to God, » he growled as more and more of his back met the mattress, slowly, until his head hit the pillow. His eyes were squeezed shut, an annoyed grimace distorting his lips.

« Is it alright ? » you asked.

The first answer that came to his mind was the negative. He didn’t like it. He felt pinned down by your weight, despoiled of control, disarmed and offered. When he opened his eyes, his gaze met the ceiling, an unusual vision for him which made him dizzy, and not in a good way. He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath.

« Katsuki ? »

« Make it worth it before I change my goddamn mind. »

You nodded and, slowly, started to roll your hips, letting his cock fall from you before dropping your waist to take him back in. The feeling of being rocked against the mattress frankly disturbed Katsuki, making him gnash his teeth in displeasure, a contorted expression invaded his features. Hopefully, his mind was soon distracting by the heat burning in his groin and the moans you were letting out. When your hands wandered over his torso, caressing everything from his abs to his neck, he carefully opened his eyes. What he saw then, he liked it. The way your legs were parted to let him room to move, your pelvis touching his anytime you sank down, was pretty lewd, much to his pleasure. He never saw you like this before, always having you on your back, but the low-angle shot kinda suited you.

On an impulsion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down, sending his cock deeper within you. His hips started to move too, jumping from the mattress to set a faster pace, watching with hungry eyes your breasts bouncing as you happily impaled yourself on his shaft. Greedily, he squeezed them.

« They got bigger, » he observed.

« I-I know… It’s the pill. »

God bless side effects !

« Haaa… Katsuki… »

The way you moaned his name wasn’t different from usual, and that somehow helped him to adopt this penalizing position. So, even on his back, he still could settle the rhythm and watch you being drowned in his ministrations ? He didn’t think it was possible. He thought he would just feel used and submissive, but he was wrong. Even when under you, he was the one supporting your body and making it shake with pleasure.

« Katsuki, » you whispered again.

You remembered the almost painful expression on his face earlier, and you opened your eyes to see him. You didn’t want him to force himself. At the first glance, you could tell he wasn’t forced at all. His eyes, as red as the sheets, were sparkling with intensity, fixed on your form, appreciating your curves. An origination of what could be a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips, making you blush. You weren’t used to see him with such an almost sweet expression.

Without a warning, Katsuki arched his back, the motion allowing him to hit your deep spot. The bruising grip on your waist tightened again as he led you up and down his cock, tilting his pelvis so he rubbed against his each time.

« K-Katsu-ki ! There ! There ! » you pleaded.

You came for the second time, above him, trembling of all your might, and feeling utterly exhausted. Katsuki kept on pounding into you, his denied climax from earlier coming back, hitting him along the one he was seeking, and he came in a loud cry, shooting all he had inside you. His back fell heavily back on the mattress, your body crushing on his as his member slipped out of you, scattering your mixed fluids over your thighs.

You were panting hard in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, inhaling his fragrance each time, the familiar scent lulling you. Usually, he would already had moved you aside, but today, he kept you on him, one of his thumb skimming up and down your backbone.

« We can’t sleep here, you know, » he pinpointed when he saw your eyes flutter.

« I know… just five minutes… » you begged like a kid who didn’t wanted to go to school.

« Five minutes my ass. Come here. »

Despite your sluggish protest, he carried you out of bed, heading for the bathroom. You both needed a quick shower, and with a bit of luck, it would wake you up enough so you could go home on your two own legs.

Chapter Text

Part XX. Love me tender.

You still weren’t sure of how Katsuki managed to talk you into a two days long hike, but you hated him for succeeding. This afternoon’s scorching heat had long defeated your will to live, making your cheeks pink and your body sweaty. Your clothes, yet light, stuck to your dripping skin, and despite the cap glued on your head and your sunglasses, you had to squint to see forward, blinded by the sunlight. You were dragging yourself behind, feet scrapping the ground in your lack of enthusiasm. God, even the air you were exhaling felt like fire, burning your lungs and throat with each breath, your mouth as dry as a girl’s panties on a date with Mineta. The heavy backpack charged on your shoulders wasn’t helping, causing you to sag in the slope.

« Hey, Katsu, » you weakly called the blond walking in front of you. « Can we take a break ? »

Several meters ahead, Katsuki turned around, grinning when he saw you staggering.

« What ? Again ? Can’t even take a walk under the sun ? »

Of course, his Quirk getting stronger under hot temperatures, the bastard was under the sweltering heat like a duck to water. He was sweating a lot too, obviously, but it didn’t seem to affect him more than that. He even had the immeasurable nerve to start tanning, you could see the demarcation between the exposed skin of his calves and knees, where his cropped trousers stopped. For once, he was wearing a white top, probably not masochist enough to put something black by this heat, except for the cap flattening his spiky hair.

« Under the sun, my ass, » you glared. « I felt like we took a wrong path and are descending in hell. I wouldn’t be surprised to see little red-skinned horned devils running after me and pricking my butt with pitchforks right now. »

« I’d fucking cheer them on if it’d make you go faster. »

« A-ha. Aren’t you funny. »

Exhausted, you bent over, your hands compressing the stitch stinging above your hip. Few drops of sweat ran down your face and crashed at your feet.

« For fuck’s sake, » you heard Katsuki say in mockery as his footsteps grew louder. « You wouldn’t last long on a battlefield. »

« I’m not in a hero course, so I think it’s fine, » you groaned. « It’s your job to secure my untrained, civilian ass. »

Briefly, you felt yourself being pulled upward before feeling fundamentally lighter. You stared at Katsuki with the utmost flabbergasted expression as he hoisted your own backpack on his shoulder, not even tottering under the extra weight. Without a word, he just kept on walking ahead, calling you out.

« Come on now ! We’re almost there ! Don’t fall behind ! »

You blinked, not expecting him to behave like a decent human being today. Reinvigorated, you jogged until you were walking side by side.

« Somehow, you were right, seeing you being nice kinda freaks me out, » you said.

« Fuck you ! »

Katsuki hadn’t lie. Barely ten minutes after what you would always refer to as the ‘backpack miracle’, the two of you had arrived in a clearing. The presence of the numerous surrounding trees finally offered some shadow to your mistreated, roasted self, something you were grateful for as you tumbled on the ground. You definitely felt like ascending to heaven when a breeze rose and cooled your skin down, taking a deep breath of the fresh air carrying fragrances of herb and camomile flowers.

« Let’s stay under the trees for now, » Katsuki decided. « If we put the tent up now it will be a goddamn furnace when we’ll get in there. »

The aforementioned tent was the main reason why you both had huge, heavy backpacks. Between the tent pegs, the canvas and the frames, you already had one full, but to disappear in the nature for two days, one tent wasn’t enough for the camping. You also packed food, water, sleeping bags, torches, clothes, toiletries, phones, wallets, a camping stove, and, your very own Holy Grail knowing who you were travelling with, a first aid kit.

« We’ll sleep here, » the ash-blond boy pointed at the clearing. « We’re more than halfway, tomorrow will be a walk in the park, three hours top. Then we’ll reach the next town and go home by train. »

« Thank God, » you sighed, taking a long sip from your bottle. « I would die if we had to walk all the way back. »

***

The few hours separating you from the night flew by. Familiar with the region, Katsuki had led you to the nearby river, where you could freshen up, exactly what you needed after the long day. Well, you originally planned on only freshening up, but a huge tap on your back decided otherwise and sent you right into the water, fully clothed and all. After resurfacing and spitting the water that had invaded your open, screaming mouth during the fall, you had given the finger to the laughing motherfucker on the bank, and settled for taking a full bath, sending your clothes flying on the ground. You might as well put his assholeness to good use. Katsuki might have found your idea tempting, because he joined you with towels and soap. After that, the two of you had put up the tent and shared a dinner thanks to the camping stove.

You had to say, it had been a very bucolic day.

You cuddled further into your sleeping bag, eyes open on the stretched, cobalt canvas above your heads. The sky was perfectly clear outside, the moon shining brightly, tinting your small shelter in a blueish light. Every object stood up in a pitch black form against the fabric, including your sleeping boyfriend whose soft, regular snores let you know that he was already deeply asleep. You turned your head and looked at his profile, the sharpness of his nose and strands accentuated in the dimness, a drop of moonlight running down his cheek. He looked peaceful. Usually, he was the type to frown and groan even in his sleep, so it was odd to see him with such a calm expression. When you thought about it, he hadn’t pulled as many murderer faces as usual today. He even laughed during dinner. Not the habitual, sadistic, self-satisfied laugh, a genuine one. One that didn’t ring like a mockery nor a threat. Your joke back then wasn’t even that funny.

« I guess even the Almighty King of Shitheads Bakugô Katsuki has his good days, » you thought.

You stared at him longer, lingering over his parted lips and licking your own. The lack of true light gave the scenery an unreal atmosphere, freeing your thoughts from the world’s materiality, conducive for fantasies as the brush of your imagination started to dance on the virgin canvas of your mind, painting what Katsuki would look like if this quiescent tranquillity spread further than his sleeping expression. Dipped in reverie, it traced an awaken face with less narrowness in the shape of its eyes, showing less teeth when its mouth moved and opened less wide, letting his lips hide the most of his pearly white denture. His hair was tamed, looking less erected, less menacing and less alike an interspersion of blond brambles.

It wasn’t your Katsuki. It was just a cheaper, blander version of him, barely good enough to be thought as a shôjô manga’s protagonist. His real features soon emerged under the fake ones, mingling with them for a more realistic result, restoring their hardness but conserving hints of tenderness in the depth of his eyes. It was… credible. If Katsuki was a bit softer, he might look at you like this. The phantasmagoria made you sigh and tinted your cheeks in red. A warm, fuzzy feeling diffused in your lower belly, and you caught your lip between your teeth as you fidgeted in your sleeping bag, one hand sliding between your thighs.

« Shit, » you sighed again. « Now is not the time for that… »

You felt quite shameful. You couldn’t really pleasure yourself with Katsuki sleeping right next to you, right ? It would be… weird. Even worse, what if he woke up and caught you in the middle of it ? Closing your eyes, your resolve melted away overnight at the first caresses. Sex was a weird thing, wasn’t it ? You already did plenty of private things with the guy, yet the thought of being seen indulging yourself set your cheeks on fire.

You risked an ultimate glance at Katsuki, trying to memorize all of him at once, like a diver taking their last gulp of air before disappearing deep within the water. On the screen of your now closed eyelids, a scene started to play, unusual yet not totally unheard of, a wet memory of a night of love-making altered by a filter of endearment. The fantasized hands of Katsuki, that your mind had coated with care, led your own between your thighs, pressing them against your cleft. Your fingers stayed outside for a while, only circling your clit, and you enjoyed your teasing at its fullest, building a nice and slow climax, waiting until you were at your limit before plunging into you, reaping the fruit of your arousal. Your free hand was over your mouth, muffling your sighs and moans.

« Are you fucking touching yourself ? »

The familiar voice froze you on spot and your eyes widened in horror. The first thing you saw was Katsuki’s dubious face staring at you.

« No, » you lied with a shaky voice still dripping with pleasure.

With an abrupt move, he pushed the top of his sleeping bag aside and unzipped yours, looking with hungry eyes at the hand disappearing into your pants.

« Liar, » he roared and hastily overhung your body.

« Ah, Katsuki, wait… » you floundered at top speed, your hands grabbing his shoulders and pushing on them to keep him at bay.

He was silent for a moment, watching your half naked body from head to toes, resisting the urge to touch it. You avoided eye contact, too embarrassed after being caught red-handed, until he finally spoke.

« What ? You wanted to do it all by yourself ? »

« It’s not that, it’s just… » you fumbled. « I… I don’t feel like being boned all over the tent tonight, so… »

You sighed and hid your face behind your palms. How in hell were you going to make this numbskull get that you wanted it all nice and slow and warm ? You weren’t even sure those words were part of his vocabulary.

« You want it another way ? » he asked. « Show me then. »

« Show you ? Show you what ? »

« How you want it, » he clarified, guiding your hand back between your thighs.

You could feel the blood in your face started to boil, giving you a beet red hue. Such boldness ! Was this boy, who was asking you such a kinky thing with the same tone as if he was asking a question about a trigonometry exercise, the same than the one who used to blow a fuse when you took his hand ?

Shyly, your eyes escaped Katsuki’s gaze, unable to bear his intense staring. Your fingers flexed against your dampened underwear, your body twitching in need. They hesitated a moment, but soon enough, they travelled up and down your labia, massaging them, sometimes parting them slightly to ease a way to your clit. You sighed in relief, forgetting about the shame of being watched pleasuring yourself and letting two of your digits explore your core once again. Your rhythm was slow and regular, synchronised with the heaviness of your breathing. Without even realizing it, your other hand had slipped under your shirt and was gently playing with the curve of your breast.

You startled when another hand joined yours in your underwear and mimicked your gestures, Katsuki estimating that he learned enough to take over. Giving your silent approval, you withdraw your fingers and abandoned yourself to his ministrations. His pace was a bit faster and rougher than yours, holding the eagerness of the youth who thought they knew everything already, but it felt good, so good that your hips started to roll against his warm palm, letting him fill and leave your intimacy.

The sound of creasing had you reopening your eyes. You leaned on your elbows, looking at Katsuki struggling with the pants refusing to get pulled down, and waved your hand like a white flag, nervous.

« Wait… wait… Katsuki. »

« I got it. I got it… » Katsuki’s voice echoed, first firm and bossy, then softer, thoughtful.

« B-But… » you tried to protest, doubting that this nitwit understood how you wanted to be taken care of.

« I said I got it ! Have a little faith for fuck’s sake ! »

You sighed in exasperation when you heard him yell. That wasn’t going to do. You flinched when his fingers landed on your breasts, not knowing what level of kindness you could hope for. But as surprising as it was, his touch was almost weightless against your skin, and his fingertips travelled slowly, grazing your ribs, your shoulders, following their shape to finally reach your chin and your lips, where a soft pressure from the thumb made them part. The kiss Katsuki gave you was different from usual, and it somehow convinced you that he might be able to provide you what you needed. His lips and tongue worked gentler than what you were used to, and you moaned as you enjoyed this unexpected care, not resisting this time when he took your panties off. Once he was freed from his undergarment too, he came over you and stole another deep kiss, his hands either holding your nape or caressing your side.

You hummed in delight under his warm body, yours arms coming around his strong neck, your torsos rubbing against each other. Your legs had spread to let Katsuki between them, your thighs gently rubbing against his waist as to cradle him. One of his hands caught the crook of your knee and kept it in the air, just at the right height for him to leave a trail of wet kisses from your hip to your ankle.

You were amazed. For someone like Katsuki who easily mistook gentleness for weakness, having him showering you with affection like he was was astonishing.

« I didn’t know you could be this nice… » you confessed in hushed tones.

« Well I fucking can. Just because I prefer it rough and hot doesn’t mean I can’t do it some other way. I have more than one mood, you know. »

« Amen to that, » you smiled.

You didn’t think Katsuki could have said something this cute in broad daylight. Obscurity had this secret power of always making young lovers more daring. More honest, too.

You hugged him tight when he entered you for the first time tonight, inch by inch, until he was completely sheathed inside you. Instead of the familiar back and forth movements, Katsuki laid down on you, engulfing your whole body in his warmth, enjoying the feeling of being at your deepest, his member surrounded by you. He let out a loud sigh and passed his arms around your form, keeping you against him as his hips started to roll. Contrary to the usual, he didn’t set a fast pace as soon as he was between your legs. He moved slowly, taking his time, almost totally pulling out with every thrust before plunging back into you with the same sluggishness. This steady speed made him feel you in a way different from before, letting him appreciate how your walls parted around his flesh without losing their tightness. His body was shuddering in anticipation and delight.

Right under him, squeezed in his arms, you were softly rocked against the sleeping bag, the friction of Katsuki’s body over yours making you whimper in pleasure. You weren’t used to being treated with so much patience and restraint. Tonight was something else. Katsuki already went slow before, but it was always as a form of teasing, of foreplay, he never used it with the sole purpose of being tender with you. When you let out a heavier sound at a tilt of his hips, he came to taste your moan, his mouth swallowing the music yours had to offer. Your hands lost themselves in his fair hair, caressed his cheeks and jawline from the fingertips, and you felt the gesture being returned. More than the shaft filling you up and hitting your sweet spot, it was the affection that truly got to you, making you even more sensitive.

Because as much as fucking had become usual, making love was still new.

There was almost no sound beside the long sighs and the occasional moans the both of you let out, along with the rustle of the sleeping bag and the caresses Katsuki showered you with. Tonight, there was no bursting eardrums cries, no shouted name, no screamed curses, just the music of your synchronized, deep and regular breathings. Your lips never parted for more than few seconds. It was light years away from what the two of you were familiar with. Overwhelmed, Katsuki buried his face in the crook of your neck, his legs entangling with yours. A spasm agitated him and made him arch his back when your hands caressed him from the neck to the cheeks, the nail of your thumb travelling backward and following the crease of his backbone. Moaning, he encircled your body with his arms and sat back on his heels, keeping you against him. You hugged him tight when his hips quickened their pace slightly. He had loved you so well beforehand that the new rhythm between your thighs made your walls tightened, and you came just like this, in a soft cry, with your heart pounding against his.

« Katsuki… » you murmured lovingly, breaking the silence for the first time.

« I know, me too, » he answered in a husky voice.

You blinked at the inconsistency of his response, only guessing what he might have understood. It was something that neither of you worded yet. Did the mellowness of your voice sold you out or did he hear what he wanted to hear, you couldn’t tell, but the two options made you blush equally.

Katsuki felt himself teetering over the edge of his orgasm, built quicker than usual. There were times before where he pounded inside you with so much frenzy that it became hard for his body to follow and integrate the flow of sensations, but tonight was the perfect opposite. He had felt every single ounce of you, inside and out, letting to his mind all the time needed to assimilate all of your touch. The knot which tied himself in his groin finally break, and his climax swirled within him as he cum louder than you, in a row of groans that, for once, didn’t had any curse in it. He kept hugging you as he caught his breath, your hands absentmindedly massaging the back of his neck. When his heart had stopped its crazy beat, he led you down the ground and grabbed his sleeping bag, annexing it to yours to form a makeshift double bed. You cuddled against him, making yourself comfortable with one your legs over his and your hand on his chest, his own travelling up and done your shoulder.

« Hey, just to check… What did you say earlier ? » Katsuki asked in a low, dubious voice.

You giggled at the question, gently patting his chest.

« What you heard, Katsuki… What you heard… »

Chapter Text

Epilogue.

One of the biggest paradox about sex was that despite being the world’s most covered thing, it was also the subject a lot of people didn’t correctly know about. You were surrounded by it, in the films, in the books, even in the ads, because apparently, nothing sold a car like a big breasted woman laying on its bonnet. It was impossible to go through a day without encountering something sex-related, be it an awesome, half naked man with prominent abs trying to flog a gym’s subscription to you, or some hot girl eating a banana in a very subtle way to remind you to buy fruits at the shop which name was plastered next her smile.

Sex was a weird thing, really. And for something so popular, it was borderline outrageous to see the amount of bullshit persisting about it.

You should like it, but not too much. You should be great in bed, but not brag about it. You were supposed to know a bunch of stuff, but asking about it was considered inappropriate. People expected you to master something nobody wanted to correctly teach you about.

As a girl, if you started too soon, or dared to liked sex and said so, you were a slut. If you started too late, or not at all, or didn’t like it, or wouldn’t talk about something that basically concerned only yourself, you were a hung-up.

It wasn’t especially better for the boys, whose labels oscillated between horny devil or being called a hung-up as well, or even worse, being called a pussy, or a faggot. Because, obviously, what made a man’s worth wasn’t his personality, but how high his sex drive was.

The worst was that even if you somehow managed to tick all those boxes, even if you managed to be enough this and not too much that, you weren’t even always free to do it with the person you wanted because of a gender, a colour of skin, a religion, an ethnicity, a profession. If you were unlucky enough, you could ended surrounded by retrograde paragons of intolerance who would bother into ‘getting you back in the right path’, making your sexuality their own crusade.

Sex was all about paradoxes. It was as sacred as profane, as taboo as banalized. For something so generalized, so easily reachable, and so deeply entrenched in today’s culture, it was astonishing to see how little people truly knew about it.

Maybe that right now, on this planet, a person is staring at a condoms’ distributor without knowing the basic stuff about it, too preoccupied about choosing the flavour to think about their safety. Maybe that right now, on this planet, a young lady had already learned more about blowjobs than periods.

The society had so strongly put the emphasis on the wrong things that all the essentials had been eclipsed. Some people didn’t make the difference between porn and real sex anymore, between fucking and making love. Some forced themselves into relations to fit in, to give off the expected vibe, others saw their sexuality or absence of it denied in the name of misinformation.

Seeing how difficult it was to sort through the common preconceptions and the real things, how blurry were the lines between what the society displayed and what was genuine, it was no wonder why first times, where you knew nothing, or knew wrongly, were always such a mess.

Somehow, it was a bit of a miracle that Katsuki’s and yours went rather smoothly. Certainly, there have been failures and errors, but at least, there were no regret, no pressure.

Katsuki grumbled something incomprehensible in front of his laptop, his chin in his palm. He was browsing through his bookmarks earlier, looking for a website he saved as a source for his paper due next week, wanting to check an information he had doubts about, but he ended up following another link, rather different, out of sheer nostalgia. The link to the forum he used to visit before the beginning of his sexual life, when he was still a young and naive virgin full of questions.

It was two years ago.

Now, the trust and experience he built with you in the bedroom allowed him to grin with a superior air when he read about the qualms of the youngest. One of the post, however, rang a bell. He was sure he already read this one when he was in quest of answers himself, and indeed, it just had been updated. Curious, he read the whole thing again, and recognized the avatar of the website’s administrator, a simple volleyball on a wooden floor, which he memorized since it was almost always his answers he took advices from. But today, for the first time and out of curiosity, he checked this life-saver user’s name.

‘Mitsuki_B_1201’

The legend said that the scream he let out could be heard from Hokkaido.

THE END.