Chapter 1: Not With a Fizzle
Katsuki sat up with a gasp and choked on air, gripping his neck to make sure it hadn’t actually been broken. After adjusting his eyes to the dim light of the moon beaming in through his window, he began to pant a little softer, laying his face down on his bed and sighing. He tasted salty moisture under him, and realized that streaks of it were coming from his eyes. He propped himself up on his elbow and wiped his face with his other hand, groaning and flipping his pillow over.
But he knew he wasn’t going to get back to sleep.
Most of his nights had gone like this since he’d been freed from the League of Villains’ grasp, and that had been almost three years ago. Almost every night his brain tricked him into thinking he was back there, Shigaraki’s hand firmly holding his throat, the other villains teasing his demise as well. Some nights he was disintegrated, some nights he was just choked until his neck snapped.
Tonight it was the latter. But he always died.
And some nights, it couldn’t be solved by simply shoving it down and forcing his way back into the calm arms of unconsciousness.
Groggily, he rose from his bed, comfortably scratching then adjusting himself in his boxers, and yawning as he walked out of his room. Instinctively, he went for his parent’s room, but their bed was empty, so he decided to look for them downstairs. The TV was on, humming lowly and casting a blue glow into the hallway, and he heard his parent’s voices. His father laughed tenderly, no doubt at something his wife said, before he heard his son’s dragging feet.
“Katsuki,” Masaru turned around and addressed him surprised, wondering if he needed anything.
“Wha’tha fuck‘re ya doin’ up this late?!” Mitsuki yelled, quickly being shushed by her husband. She mumbled something profane before quickly apologizing with a giggle. The two were obviously drunk. “Go backta bed!”
Usually Katsuki would venomously retort with something about him being a grown man, or them being awake too, but he said nothing as he approached the couch, turning around and plopping his form down heavily. He was larger than them both now, so he ended up crushing Mitsuki‘s leg and making her spill her wine, curses slipping past her lips at him. His parents separated to make room for him, and much to their surprise, he leaned under his mother’s arm and put his feet in his father’s lap, gentle snores coming from him seconds after. The two looked at each other, confused and astounded at the behavior he hadn’t exhibited since he was a child.
They knew he’d been having sleeping trouble, more than usual lately, and they’d even heard him scream himself awake sometimes, but he had never done anything like this. The two of them were visibly worried. Was he alright? Did he even know what he was doing right now?
Masaru reached for his wife’s hand, and the two sat still until their son was deep enough in sleep for his father to coax him back to bed.
“That everything?” Mitsuki asked her husband as he hauled another black suitcase to the door.
“I think so, honey,” Masaru answered calmly as he wiped the sweat from his brow, though he hadn’t lifted that much down the stairs. It was definitely going to be a hot weekend.
She turned to Kirishima, who she had asked to arrive unannounced as a surprise to her son. “Eijirou, would you be a doll and get Katsuki from his room? We’re gonna head out soon.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, maybe a little too eagerly. He paced up the stairs, immediately knowing where he was going. He’d been here countless times over the past few years.
Katsuki’s room, which had the same large, explosion sticker slapped on it since their first year, with the words ‘Knock or Die’ on it in fiery font, was at the end of the hall, past his parent’s bedroom and the guest bed and bathroom. Kirishima knocked firmly, and after hearing no response, hardened his fingers to knock a little louder. Still no answer. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he tried the knob anyway, finding it to be unlocked as he pushed the door open. Katsuki was on his bed, his shirtless back facing the door.
“Oi,” Kirishima called out to him, only to receive no answer other than heavy snores.
He stayed in the doorway for a moment, taking the liberty to inspect his friend’s room. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it before, but he had hoped it wouldn’t show signs that his friend wasn’t mentally or emotionally feeling well. He’d been extremely withdrawn since his kidnapping in their first year, and he knew his stubborn ass hadn’t been seeking any counseling with Aizawa or anything like that, so the red-head was determined to be whatever he needed for as long as they’d know each other.
And if that was up to Kirishima, it’d be as long as possible.
Scanning the room, he could see that the desk was a little untidy, a pencil cup toppled over and some papers spread about on the floor. There were a few clothes draped over his desk chair, and Kirishima could see that his laundry was overflowing a bit, as it was on the floor in the doorway leading to his bathroom. Usually, Bakugou always kept his room clean and presentable, but it seemed as if he had stopped caring so much. Not that Kirishima minded, since his room was not much better, but it did make him feel a ping of concern. His friend always seemed relatively okay, despite everything, but he certainly needed to do something about his withdrawal from everything and everyone.
That’s why tonight had to be perfect.
Kirishima tiptoed over to the bed before gently standing over his friend, rolling him on his back and dropping down hard to straddle his waist. Katsuki was wide awake now, the force of a body with much more mass than his own knocking the wind out of him. Upon seeing his sharp-toothed friend, he yanked a red earbud out.
“Kirishima, what the fuck?!” Katsuki wheezed.
“Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.” He snickered his reply, then caught his friend’s quick blush at their position, before he was roughly rolled off to the side.
“You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”
No doubt for reminding him of the time their hands ended up down each other’s pants after training.
Kirishima was never bothered by that memory, though.
The intruding young man smirked at the thought. “You never let me forget it.”
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Katsuki oozed annoyance when he spoke, but he knew this spiky-haired shit wasn’t buying it. The red-head turned towards him, propping his head up on his palm.
“You’re mom called me over.” He gave him a smirk, and Bakugou found it incredibly hard not to blast it off his mug. He didn’t want to face his mother’s wrath for using his quirk in the house. “She told me to tell you to come kiss her goodbye.” He hardened his skin before he made a kissy face at him.
Yeah, this fucker knew what was coming.
He was given an immediate blast that forced him off of the bed. Bakugou couldn’t help it.
“Asshole,” he mumbled while calmly patting out the small fires on his sheets, earning another snicker from the floor. After getting up and stepping onto Kirishima’s stomach to give him a taste of his own medicine, the two headed to the living room, where Katsuki spotted his mother dressed in a sun hat, bathing suit, and a beach wrap around her waist.
“You guys aren’t gone yet?” He asked in an irritated tone, even though deep down he wasn’t super psyched about being all by himself. He was secretly grateful that his mother called over his friend to hang around, because there was no way he was going to do it himself.
Mitsuki gestured for her son to come over, to which he replied with an eye roll and a head shake. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed even further in front of Eijirou; the guy already seemed to have been appointed his unofficial babysitter for the next few days, and Katsuki could feel the absolute fucking mirth radiating off of him when he saw his annoying face. She beckoned him again, this time adding a ferocious glint in her eye that Katsuki knew all too well. He angrily stormed over to be pulled down and assaulted by his mother’s numerous kisses, and after he heard Kirishima fighting back laughter, he roughly pried himself away from her.
His father gave him a firm shoulder pat—which he shrugged off—before loading the last bag in the car. Mitsuki admitted to herself that over the past few years, she hadn’t ever felt 100% comfortable with leaving her only boy by himself since he was kidnapped, especially after the unconscious stunt he pulled the night before. She voiced her concerns to her husband, and he reminded her that their son suggested the getaway himself, and his friend would be with him the whole time.
Still, she felt uneasy in her own way, as mothers do.
Kirishima picked up on it, and assured her that not one eye would leave Katsuki’s sight. That earned a growl from his sandy-haired companion, which he ignored because Kirishima knew he probably wouldn’t hit a friend in front of his parents.
“Y’know, Katsuki could just come over to my house? My dad and brothers will be there, so we won’t be alone. Plus, I think he’ll sleep a lot better if he’s away from home for a while.”
His friend whipped his head towards his mother, eyes burning. “You told him?!”
“Nah, you just did. I had a feeling you weren’t sleeping very well.” Katsuki fumed, embarrassed that he’d fallen for one of this stupid rock’s traps.
Mistuki laughed, ignoring the murderous glare her son was shooting his friend. “Well, I think it’s time we head out.” She looked to her husband, who silently nodded in agreement, and then back to the two boys. “You guys have fun, okay?” They turned to leave before she stopped one last time. “Katsuki?”
“Whaaat?” He groaned.
“Go pack your bag.” The evil look was back in her eye, and it took everything in him not to crumble under the pressure.
“Why? He’s my roommate. I already spend too much time with him during school as it is. Can’t I get one moment without this asshole?”
She was in front of him in an instant, his cheeks being squeezed firmly in her hand. “Don’t disrespect our guests, boy! Plus, I don’t want you cooped up in here alone this weekend, you hear me?” He ripped away from her grasp and rubbed his face, fighting an embarrassed flush.
“I wasn’t planning on stayin’ here anyway, hag!” He punched Kirishima’s arm after his mother closed the door, then paced by his friend to go back upstairs to pack.
“Dude,” Kirishima started, “Your mom is crazy hot when she’s mad.”
“I will literally kill you.”
After they made it to Eijirou’s house, the majority of that day was spent deflecting Bakugou’s rude comments about the state of his room, and trying to teach him how to play God of War. He was bad at every other video game he had shown him before, but for some reason, as the red-head expected, this one had resonated with the blonde the most.
“Geez, you have to slow down and aim the axe, bro.” The red-head flinched as the health bar diminished more and more with each missed swing.
“Shut the hell up, shithead!” Katsuki replied as he somehow managed to kill another horde of Draugrs. “Still did it.”
“Oh wow, you beat the tutorial enemies in what was possibly the longest amount of time! Great job!” Before he received a punch, he ducked. Katsuki cursed the amount of time he’d willingly spent with this dumbass in high school. His moves were starting to become predictable. “Yo, pause the game, I need your help with something.” With an annoyed grunt, Katsuki obliged, then followed Kirishima downstairs to the kitchen.
“Throwing a party!” He stepped to the side and revealed ingredients of all kinds, fresh and canned and boxed, and looked like he couldn’t be more proud of himself for assembling a random assortment of edible shit.
“A party for who?”
“For our class, duh. We’re starting our second year of college soon! And...” Kirishima trailed off, wondering if his prepared words were going to get his friend to open back up and talk to him about whatever was going on.
“Well, you...Dude you—you’ve been...” He had to be honest, as sincere as possible, because he knew Katsuki appreciated those consistent traits about him. He took a deep breath before continuing. “This party is...more for you. I’m not going to lie and say that I haven’t noticed how you’ve changed these past few years after...everything... You don’t talk to anyone, you make sure your classes don’t line up with a lot of us, and you don’t even text me as much anymore. And I don’t think it’s unmanly for me to be concerned about you. We’re roommates, and I hardly ever see you aside from when you head out for the day. Or when I bug you to just make sure you’re alive.” Katsuki stood against the kitchen sink, his arms tightly crossed on his chest and his eyes downcast. He didn’t think he’d get this talk from Eijirou of all people. He thought at least this guy knew how to respect his boundaries, feeble as they seemed against him. “I know something’s up, man. Or, um...Well, I just know you’re different now, anyway. I just...want you to know that you can talk to me. Or someone else. Just don’t bottle it all up, which I know you’re doing.”
The blonde closed his eyes to take a moment to compose himself, because the emotion that was ringing the loudest in him right now was rage, among a mess of others. His mother’s harsh words on his temper, on his tendency to blow up over unimportant things, echoed through his mind, but the urge to destroy everything around him and scream with all his might was burning at the top of his skin, and Kirishima could see that based on the thick tendrils of smoke coming from his fists. He needed to change the subject. To something a little less pointed at his friend. He didn’t want him to feel cornered.
Katsuki was way ahead of him, as a calm question quickly popped into his head. “Where are your brothers? And your old man?”
Obviously his friend had lied to his mother about the two of them not being alone, but it was with good reason, because she wouldn’t have agreed to him coming over after the incident last night. It wasn’t even that big a deal, but he knew her too well. That woman could be just unbearable sometimes.
“Oh...” Kirishima was extremely disappointed, as he’d thought that maybe showing his concern for his sandy-haired friend would spark this intense outpouring of honesty from him, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen. “Kazuo and Hisoki are on some corporate retreat...thing. And my dad took Bo on a summer fishing trip. I stayed behind ‘cause I hate fishing. Makes me smell real bad.”
“As if you don’t already.”
“Ha ha.” The red-head rolled his eyes. “So will you help me or not?”
“But I don’t know how to cook anything on my own!” It wasn’t completely true, but he knew that Bakugou loved to cook, even if he treated it as an inconvenience most of the time.
“So why did you buy all this crap?!”
“Because I thought you’d be a good friend and agree to make something for the party!”
“There’s a difference between a good friend and a caterer, you idiot!” Small explosions erupted in his palm, but as usual, Eijirou wasn’t phased.
“Can you at least show me how to make something?” The red-head clasped his hands together and pleaded.
“Suck my dick,” Bakugo said and flipped him off, turning to exit the kitchen. Suddenly, Eijirou rushed in front of him and leaned in close to him.
“...Is that a request, or a challenge?” He asked honestly, but a little playful.
“Tch.” Katsuki pushed his head over as he passed, knocking his spiky-haired friend to the counter. “Don’t be an idiot.”
“I’m 100% serious, man.” He stood up straight and rubbed his head. “I know you remember that time we were fighting in the locker room freshman year, and then you kissed me and I—“
He grabbed Kirishima’s shirt and roughly pulled him close. “First of all, you kissed me, you fuckin’ freak(Bakugou definitely kissed first). And second, why the hell would you bring that up?! I’ve been tryin’ very hard to forget about that so we can stay friends and I won’t have to deal with you whinin’ like a bitch if I drop you.”
“Look man,” his friend threw his hands up and smiled slyly, “you seem to be the only one who has a problem with what happened.” Kirishima always found this to be funny, as Bakugou hadn’t pushed him away for a while during the experiment. Yet he never ceased to complain whenever it was brought up. “I was just presenting a possible exchange for you helping me make sure this party is somewhat enjoyable for our,” he gestured between them then repeated himself, “our friends. They’re super excited to try your cooking again. What are they gonna say when they find out you flaked out on all of us?” Kirishima knew he’d got him with that, because keeping his word was something that Katsuki made sure he was extremely diligent at.
“Yet you still hang out with me.”
The blonde groaned angrily. “When does this fuckin’ thing start?” His sharp-toothed friend grinned as he looked at his watch, feeling triumphant in his victory.
“In like two hours.”
Katsuki growled and shoved him out of the kitchen. “Dipshit.”
“You’re the best, man! Seriously!”
“I don’t want to see your stupid fucking face for the next two hours.”
“Understood.” Kirishima was beaming. “By the way, offer still stands!” He ducked out of the way of his angry friend’s fist with a cackle, then ran to start tidying up the place for the get-together.
Chapter 2: Maybe a Little Bit of a Fizzle
I had lots of fun(and turmoil) writing this chapter.
As Katsuki tried to prepare a ridiculous amount of food using up the random ingredients Kirishima bought too much of, he had a back and forth with himself about if he should just book it. This absolutely wasn’t something he’d enjoy in the slightest.
But...at least cooking was nice.
He would never admit it out loud, but cooking was one of his favorite ways to pass time. Whenever he stood in front of a stove or an oven, boldly trying new combinations or just making some real basic shit to eat, it reminded him of when he was younger, and when he would stand next to his mother while she taught him how. She’d always set up a small step ladder, and make him watch and repeat her actions before dinner. Sometimes reciting recipes correctly was the only way he got to eat, but besides that, it was really about being a part of who she was in the Bakugou household.
It was immortalizing, in a way.
And he didn’t have to think about anything. He could just go on auto-pilot for a while.
As usual, Katsuki lost himself as he cooked, and a bit of grilled chicken paid the price at Kirishima’s hands. That did not go unnoticed.
“If I see your fucking fingers again, I’m cutting them off,” he called nonchalantly into the house, not skipping a beat with slicing and de-seeding jalapeños. Hearing no witty response from the red-head satisfied him.
As he pressed on, the scent of the fresh basil he was crushing rushed into his nose. It was one of his favorite aromas, and he even took the liberty of always smelling it at markets, even if he wasn’t going to buy any. Next, he needed to start the bacon. His mother’s voice echoed in his head. The trick to getting it crispy enough to crumble was to start with a cold skillet and a bit of cold water, otherwise you’d end up with a brown crisp before the fat really got to melt away. Then you’d either have to keep simmering until the bacon burned just to cook the fat, or just stop and deal with flimsy bacon.
None of that was going to fly, because this needed to be perfect.
A part of him really wanted to grill some pineapple steak strips, but then he remembered he liked to marinate his steak the night before.
But...who was he even trying to impress?
Yeah, these bastards weren’t his friends. He didn’t want friends. Didn’t need ‘em.
Friends were among the list of things that could be potential weaknesses for a hero.
At least, that’s what he told himself so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone anymore.
He’d adopted this mindset after making it home alive. He swore that if he did, he wouldn’t get close to anybody anymore. Just hearing how much everyone had worried about him, how hard they fought for him...and what All Might did—what he gave up...Countless times Bakugou had been told it wasn’t his fault, that what happened was bound to happen eventually, but it did nothing to remedy how shitty and responsible he felt for everything. All of it was enough to make him not want to do that to anyone ever again, nor have it so he’d go through those same emotions because of someone else. And so began the almost three year streak of ducking and dodging texts, calls, party invites, study sessions, carpooling, schedule syncing, and doing just about anything to make sure these assholes got the picture.
It had only truly been successful in the last year, but Kirishima seemed to be the only one who couldn’t take a hint.
Or he just didn’t care. It was probably that.
He’d stuck around, even though Bakugou had yelled at him and cursed at him and even fought him once.
The two had just gotten out of first-year hero trials, and the blonde had been so distracted by his thoughts that he’d almost blasted his partner through a building. Kirishima was ready to tear him to shreds in the locker room, and after rolling around with bruised eyes and cut cheeks, Katsuki had opted to smashing his lips onto his friend’s. It quickly turned to angry, desperate tugs at each other over their costumes, and that was just enough to ease the pressure Katsuki didn’t know was pooling between his legs. The anger and heat and just raw adrenaline took over, that’s what happened.
They got each other off, and it wasn’t anything more.
He was not going to think about that right now.
Though he’d give that motherfucker a hot piece of his mind every time he decided to bring it up.
But even still, he wouldn’t back down. Kirishima wouldn’t let the prideful firecracker isolate himself, and the latter was secretly kind of grateful for it. He called often, even though it was rarely answered. Sometimes Katsuki’s dorm key would ‘go missing,’ and he would have to call on the redhead to get back inside through his room, which subjected him to an update on friends or just things he had no interest in. He would text random, stupid shit. Every. Fucking. Day. Like articles and quizzes or crap like that(he did like the memes, sometimes). And the time of day didn’t matter; you were guaranteed to get an unsolicited ping at some point or another. It was like being subscribed to a junk folder moderated by Eijirou Kirishima. He had even managed to charm the pants off of his mother, so he was always welcome at the house. There had been too many pop-ins over the years for his liking. And it didn’t matter how bad Katsuki thought of himself, or how hard he pushed people away, or how much he was convinced his family and everyone around him would be better off if he just disappeared.
There was no escaping the Red Riot.
Katsuki frowned and rolled his eyes at the thought, but he was fighting a smirk.
He was, undoubtedly and unconditionally, loved by his very best friend.
But did he deserve something like that?
“Oh my god.” The young man in question had appeared behind him. “Is it possible to have an orgasm from a smell?”
“I suggest you find out from over there.” The threat was received, and Kirishima fought the urge to go further into the kitchen to get a look at everything. When he inhaled, he could smell like fifty different things going on. Even though he still couldn’t cook very well, his sense of smell had definitely been enhanced by having dinner with the Bakugou family often.
“You are, like, a culinary hero, bro.”
Katsuki scoffed. “I’m a culinary god.” Though the redhead’s compliment had made him feel nothing but illumination inside. Kirishima could see it, and it made him smile to experience pieces of his friend—the ones that had been gone for so long—slowly starting to come back.
But when the doorbell rang, all that bravado quickly washed down the garbage disposal, along with the stems and cuttings of basil and jalapeño.
When Kirishima saw Bakugou grip the edge of the sink, he gave a soft sigh. He knew getting his friend back to his old self would take some work, but seeing just how quickly the switch could be turned off was disheartening. He disappeared to answer the door, and when it was opened, Katsuki could hear the small flood of chatter suddenly filling the house. He felt his heart begin to pound in his ears, and his hands start to shake.
Chill out, you fucking baby.
He tried, so that he could continue cooking then maybe slink off somewhere unnoticed. He was out of practice and out of touch talking to these people, and there was no doubt that everyone would be all over him; asking him where he’d been, and what he’d been doing, and how he’d been doing, and what he’d cooked tonight, and—aaggghhhh...No way. He couldn’t tell by the voices who or how many had arrived, since his body’s usual reaction to more than two people talking even remotely near him was next to debilitating.
Just don’t be available.
He frantically fished his headphones out of his pocket and plugged them into his ears. There wasn’t enough time to actually choose something to listen to, but he figured as long as people saw his occupied ears they wouldn’t bother him. Especially if he was cooking. He could still hear the muffled conversation, but the headphones gave him a sense of ease. Though they were off, they were still a gateway to a world of his own that he could visit whenever he wanted. There were no mistakes in his music. Every song he loved was perfect, and that little perfect collection was his escape.
“Bakugou, it’s so good to see you!”
Of course Ponytail would be the first to arrive. He wanted to check his watch, though he already knew the princess was early as fuck; plus he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction at the moment in case she thought he heard her. Katsuki knew she had walked into the kitchen behind him, but luckily she backed off after noticing he ‘probably couldn’t hear her.’
Damn, he felt like a fucking coward.
But what else was he gonna to do?
Give up his solitary cooking time to probably fumble at having an extremely taxing conversation?
No way in hell.
He was content just finishing this food for the group of extras in his life, and then
hiding chilling out in Eijirou’s room for the rest of the night. Maybe he could even search for his older brother’s leafy stash they were always singing praises about...
Now that was a plan.
“Bakugou.” Fucking fuuuuuck. “Bakugou.” The blonde was now starting to regret that he hadn’t cared to remember when Kirishima told him that Bob the Builder and Katy Perry here were dating now. That meant—and he knew this from observing their interactions in high school—that once they started dating, one would always be in tow of the other. He was just pissed off that he hadn’t had the time to put that together after hearing Yaoyorozu show up. “Bakugou.” Todoroki lightly slapped Katsuki’s shoulder, making him jump in surprise with a shout. “Oh. Sorry.”
He ripped out his earbud and whipped around, nostrils flaring. “Could you just follow your girlfriend next time?! I had my earphones in and she got the message. There was literally no reason for you to come talk to me. Like, at all.” Todoroki blinked at him for a second before speaking calmly.
“I did follow her.” He looked over to Momo, who had quietly made her way to the small table in the corner, probably to patiently wait until Katsuki noticed her presence. She had an awkward smile on her face as she twiddled her thumbs, and that’s when he noticed that he’d just exposed his cowardly ways.
He sighed and slid his hand down his face, mumbling a quiet “fuck” into his palm.
Waiting for the time the party was actually supposed to start, the two pairs sat in painful silence after running through the normal topics of small talk.
Katsuki wanted to die.
He’d much rather be in the kitchen finding something else to make, or even back upstairs trying to get the hang of that game Kirishima showed him earlier. He had also spotted a drum kit in his friend’s garage, but that would attract attention. It seemed the only option was to stay and suffer.
“So, Bakugou,” Momo began. Great, more meaningless chatter to partake in. “What classes have you signed up for this upcoming year?”
“Uh...” He lolled his head back onto the couch. “Citizen Psych, Hero Psych, Power Control. That’s what I got into so far,” he stated lowly and crossed his arms.
He’d been in that last class for the past two fucking years now, and he was seriously getting tired of it. Granted, Aizawa kept putting him in it because he refused to use his full power, but why that was wasn’t anyone’s business but his own.
“Oh!” There seemed to be a bit of light in her voice now. “Shouto is taking Power Control again this year, too! Maybe...you guys can take it...together? Y’know, like carpool and stuff?” Oh, this poor girl was trying so hard. Maybe Kirishima put her up to it. Her boyfriend put a hand on her exposed shoulder, giving her a gentle smile that definitely said ‘abso-fucking-lutely not.’
That went double for Bakugou.
“Well, I’m in the 7 A.M. class. So if he can get his ass up at the crack of dawn, I’m sure I’ll see him.” No one liked early classes, that was a universal truth; so Bakugou had reluctantly forgone waking up at the pleasant hours of anytime-past-noon just to make sure he didn’t run into anyone.
“Ah, probably not then. Shouto hates getting up before 9.” She softly laughed and caressed the back of his head, the affection making Half-and-Half visibly uncomfortable because his cheeks tinted and he just laced their fingers together in his lap.
Katsuki was going to laugh, but his attention lingered on their grasp, and he had to know.
He sighed. “So,” he tried to make himself sound as uninterested as possible, even though he was dying to know what went down when these two awkward fucks finally admitted their more than obvious feelings for each other. “When—How did this thing happen?” He gazed at them through his lashes and lazily waved his finger in a circle toward the two.
“Well...” Momo turned to give Todoroki a sweet smile, and Bakugou was already about to tune out until he caught Icy-Hot going red.
Was this it?
Was this the moment he’d finally be interested in this so far bullshit conversation? Was he going to actually see Half-Burning Man lose his shit over something?
The aforementioned young man cleared his throat. “I-It’s not a very interesting story.”
Of course not.
“Oh hell, I’ll tell the damn story!” Kirishima butted in, seemingly grateful he had a place in the conversation now.
“Y-You were there?” Todoroki now sounded panicked, and Katsuki quietly gave thanks to whichever gods blessed him with such a loud-mouthed friend.
“Shouto,” Eijirou feigned surprise at the question. “Almost everybody was there.” Yaoyorozu looked completely shocked that she’d forgotten too, and Bakugou leaned up from his lulled position to listen intently. “So, we’re over at Momo’s place studying,” on cue, the raven-haired girl hid her face in her hand, “and we hear this really terrible feedback coming from outside. Momo gets up to check it out, and she lets out this huge gasp, so we all get up too. Shouto Todoroki is outside in red and white suspenders and really fancy pants—“
“Who started this fancy-pants thing? They were not. Fancy,” Shouto clarified sternly.
“Yeah, yeah, sure they weren’t, Fancy Pants.” That earned the redhead a glare. “Anyway, next to him is a fucking giant heart made of ice on a cart. I shit you not. So he’s fumbling with this megaphone, and he says, ‘M-M-Momo Yaoyorozu, I need to t-talk to you.’” The voice he gave past Todoroki was shaky and nervous, and was enough to pull a booming laugh from Katsuki. “Of course, she goes out there. And we all go out there. And you could tell he wasn’t expecting either development. She asks him what’s up, and he reaches into his pocket for flash cards. Yeah. The dude is shaking and sweating everywhere. On both sides.” For once, Bakugou was speechless, his smiling mouth hanging slightly open in his complete amusement and interest. Todoroki had his head between his knees, wringing his shaking hands in silent pleading to the gods for this to stop. Yaoyorozu just gently smiled and rubbed circles on his back, blushing but obviously not as distressed. “He starts turning really red, burns up all the flash cards then tries to stomp them out, but tragically, it was too late. He takes a few deep breaths and lights the ice on fire somehow, and almost fucking sets the lawn on fire too! He puts out the little fires, then comes back to her and is like, ‘Uhhhh, I had a poem about how you melted my heart, or whatever, but I didn’t memorize it because I was soooooo nervous. Wanna go out or something?’ We all lose our damn minds, and Momo just kisses him. And here we are.” He and Momo let out a laugh, before Katsuki started clapping slowly.
“Wow,” he shook his head and held back a laugh as he smirked at Todoroki. Said young man’s face was hiding in his palm. “That was—wow—truly the fucking love story of our time. Bravo, Hot Pocket. I mean, I don’t know anyone who would pull that, and still come away with a date.”
Shouto groaned before he glanced at Kirishima through his fingers. “You neglected to tell him whose idea it was. Kaminari—”
“Oh,” the redhead interrupted with a snort. “I hardly think that matters, big guy.”
“Eijirou, there was a little bit you added in there. And a lot you left out,” Momo said with an amused smile. Todoroki looked horrified at the possibility that his girlfriend was going to join in ganging up on him, but she had just gotten good at stirring him up. She liked doing that. “It was a lot sweeter and more sincere than that, obviously. A lot less paraphrased, too.” She shot a playful look at Kirishima, who just shrugged.
Bakugou turned to her. “Y’know Ponytail, I am sure you are absolutely right, but after hearin’ that masterpiece, I don’t want the real version.”
Everyone, except Shouto of course, joined in another laugh and for a moment, Kirishima saw that light in his friend again; this time it was even brighter than before, and it didn’t diminish—not very much, anyway—when the doorbell rang again. The blonde just closed his eyes, calming his breath and gripping his pants a bit. He looked like he’d be alright.
Kirishima opened the door, and in his face smiled just about the whole class before they crowded in with loud greetings and tossed their shoes in a pile. Katsuki couldn’t even tell who wasn’t there, because there were somanypeopleinthefuckinghouse. While everyone else had enough sense to give him his space after greeting him, Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari rushed over to probe and chastise him over why he’d been extremely M.I.A. over the past year. He tried to stay as calm as he could—his mother’s recent words on his temper echoing through his mind—but these fuckers had no boundaries, so this proved difficult. It didn’t help that a deep part of him did want to connect again with the people he was going to be around for the foreseeable future. Though he could feel that part of him struggling to stay alive when they, more often then not, acted like a gaggle of vultures who had no regard for an individual’s personal space. He turned to Kirishima, who had finished welcoming everyone into his home, then rushed over when he saw his best friend in distress.
“Hey guys, I’ve got some benches out back! Me and Bakugou will bring out some snacks and stuff, and then we’ll really get this party started!” Everyone cheered, and basically cha-cha’d through the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. He stopped Kyoka for a word. “Can you set up some music? My brothers have a decent system so maybe you can figure it out?”
She flashed him a thumbs up. “There’s no system in the world I can’t figure out.” Jirou’s eyes did flicker to the obviously on edge cherry-bomb, but she figured nothing she’d say in this moment would remedy it, so she followed everyone else out. Once she was gone, Eijirou looked back to Katsuki.
“Look,” the red-head started, noticing his friend’s steaming hands, “this is going to be really fun! I promise!” He was still not looking convinced, and Kirishima thought that maybe he was still going to get blown to smithereens. “Okay, I know this is the absolute last thing you want happening in a 100 mile radius of you. This was a horrible idea,” he admitted dejectedly.
“Gee, how’d you figure out that one?” Bakugou seethed, his words drenched in sarcasm.
“Well, you weren’t super happy to see me today either, for one.” Eijirou chuckled softly and rubbed at the back of his neck. Bakugou’s brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to disagree, but quickly closed it so he wouldn’t say anything sappy. Though that small gesture was all his friend needed to see to know that his presence was actually enjoyed. Kirishima beamed, making the blonde roll his eyes with an angry sigh. He knew he was found out, as this shitty-haired kid had a knack for seeing right through him relatively quickly.
Katsuki looked to his other classmates who were gathered in the backyard before speaking. “Why the fuck did you have to invite all these people?”
“Believe it or not man, they’re all your friends, too. Remember, I wasn’t the only one who showed up to save your ass from Kamino.”
“Tch, you did not—“
Kirishima threw his hands up and interrupted him. “Right, right. You had it all figured out and we just fucked up your original plan.”
“You’re goddamn right.”
“Well, it wasn’t just me who was there, you know that. Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Iida, and even Midoriya were all there to make sure you got out of there alive. And that’s not even counting everyone that was worried about you. No matter how much you insult us or yell at us or threaten to kill us, we’re all your friends. That’s not gonna change.” He looked up in thought, thinking about the last part of that statement with a small laugh. “For some reason.”
Bakugou found himself looking at his friend for a little longer than normal, taking in his emotion-drenched words once again. Kirishima wasn’t going to wait for his ideal response like he did earlier today. He figured all he could do was make sure he was heard, and the blonde would do what he would with the information.
“When you’re ready, come out and socialize, bro. I promise they don’t bite. Well, they won’t if you got those snacks in your hand,” he added with a laugh.
Katsuki remained in the house for another fifteen minutes or so, internally arguing with himself over whether or not he should grace the horde of fuckers waiting outside with his presence or his cooking. He decided to start with getting into a non-grease-stained shirt, so he raided Kirishima’s stuff. All he could find that wasn’t ugly as all hell, was a navy shirt with a small pocket on the left. On said pocket, in small red cursive, read the words ‘Rock Hard,’ because of course it did. After changing, he paced about in the kitchen again, arranging large platters while his thoughts raced.
Why the fuck did they all come here?
Why were they all so interested in what he’d been up to?
Why did they voice their annoyance at his attempts to keep them at least an arms distance between them? How did they not realize they were the annoying ones?
Kirishima came in every three minutes or so to make sure he hadn’t bolted or anything, and each time Katsuki told him he’d join them eventually, and to leave him the hell alone. He didn’t buy his own words completely, but he knew he couldn’t stay in there forever.
Upon deciding to finally go outside, the doorbell rang, and Bakugou was absolutely positive he couldn’t handle anymore of this shit. Even though this wasn’t his house, he guessed he was co-hosting this party? The proper host his mother taught him to be took control, and he opened the door. It was Ochako Uraraka, and Katsuki felt the hot anger in him slightly cool upon seeing her face.
Damn the power of big eyes and round cheeks.
She was wearing a white top with a small rocket and stars and planets on it, with the words “Give Me Space” printed in yellow. Pink shorts with lighter pink crescent moons all over them hugged the smooth curve of her hips, and her outfit was completed by dark pink sandals. Her brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, and there was a subtle pink tint on her soft-looking lips. A smile grew on her face that, for some reason, made a different warmth spread through the blonde’s chest.
“Hey Bakugou!” Even her cute, pleasant voice had a less than appropriate effect on him.
“Moonface,” was all he could grumble as he tried to keep his eyes off of her incredibly short shorts. Ochako let out an amused snort, which Bakugou had always found really cute...
“Wow, that’s so not it. Good try, though,” she teased. The blonde took a step back as she leaned close to him. “‘Rock Hard.’” Ochako read his shirt then gave a hearty laugh, causing Bakugou to let out an annoyed grunt and turn away to hide the color swirling in his cheeks. She smiled as she paced by him, then removed her shoes and neatly placed them by the messy pile of everyone else’s. “Sorry I’m late. When Eijirou called me and said the two of you were throwing this, I had a feeling this probably wasn’t your idea.” She giggled, and Katsuki just wanted to fucking melt already. “I, uh, brought over some sugar cookies.” Uraraka shoved a plate at him, which he took graciously.
“Mm, thanks...” The plate was still fairly warm, but it didn’t bother him. Her gesture made him have to mentally will away what felt like a heart attack, but he managed to keep his cool anyway.
What the fuck? This was Ochako Uraraka, right?
“How’re you doing?” Her face softened with concern. “You feeling okay?” Katsuki felt his chest tighten, as it usually did when people asked him this question; though something else was the cause too, and he accredited it to her peering into his soul with those damn eyes while she asked him.
“I’m...I’m fine.” He could tell she somehow knew better than that, but luckily she didn’t pry.
“Okay, I was just wondering. I’m glad,” she smiled sweetly. “Y’know, I...” She took a moment then shook her head. “It’s really good to see you, Katsuki.” He realized she’d been the first person to use his name, and although it made him wonder why she appeared to be the only one—besides Kirishima—who wasn’t phased by his callous demeanor, it didn’t take away from the lack of gravity he seemed to be experiencing in his stomach right now.
Maybe she’d unknowingly activated her quirk or something...
Katsuki cleared his throat gruffly. “Everyone is out back, so...” He hoped she got the message, because he needed her to scram just in case he was going to lose it. He sure felt like it.
“Right, right. I’ll get out of your hair.” She smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, making it feel even warmer than the plate he was carrying. “Can’t wait to eat whatever I’m smelling in here!” She gently slid her hand off of him, then walked outside, immediately being assaulted by a hug from Mina.
For the umpteenth time that day, Katsuki stood speechless, and he wondered just where these bastards were planning on getting with him.
Chapter 3: Burn Out
Whoops hah, sorry for the wait. ♡
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
As the afternoon bled into a dim, orange evening, Bakugou could feel his socializing limit slowly encroaching with every encounter.
Seems no one else was privy to that nearing limit, however.
"Dude..." Kirishima complained behind him. They'd deserved it. "Not cool..." The redhead picked up a dazed Kaminari from the ground.
Bakugou had brought out his party snacks, which included bacon-jalapeño poppers, mini chicken sandwiches topped with his mother's pesto recipe, and takoyaki—real good shit he now thought they didn't deserve—and everyone had practically ripped him to pieces trying to get their share. He'd heard someone say that Kirishima asked them to come hungry, but they acted like a bunch of fucking wild animals who hadn't eaten in days. He didn't remember who he'd blasted in the face to escape the swarm, but a few of his classmates were struggling to stand as he stepped over them to angrily place the platters next to the punch bowl.
After everyone had stripped the table of refreshments, they sang his culinary praises, spreading that fuzzy light through his chest as he looked down on them in faux-annoyance. He considered cooking for these idiots again, as it seemed they were good for one thing at least. He channeled more of the good (co?)host he was taught to be, and tried to be as engaging as possible with everyone without seething. Well, not so much engage as stand awkwardly by Kirishima while he thanked everyone for coming. These were people who, as far as he knew, had even less in common with him than they did in high school. Some of them had become rookies and sidekicks during their freshman year already. Others, like himself, were deep into the newly introduced college courses either by choice or requirement if they still wanted to be heroes. It sounded like they were all up-to-date on each other's progress, as it seemed that the subject was brought up whenever someone asked about someone else. A feeling of inferiority and exclusion simmered in the bottom of Bakugou's stomach, so he'd excused himself to a different group whenever he got uncomfortable. He knew he should at least try and be happy for his classmates, but that wasn't in his nature as long as he wasn't where he thought he should be, too.
He'd almost made conversation with everyone before the afternoon was out, and had truly exhausted himself with it. He'd really struggled with the candy cane last, whom he questioned himself for even talking to, because they'd kind of already spoken inside. And Katsuki was pretty sure that, if Ponytail wasn't around to broaden it, the guy had the conversational range of a stick of celery. It was that, or he just couldn't find any reason to stay interested in what the bastard had to say, which wasn't much to begin with. The blonde could just see that he was having as difficult a time keeping up with all the socializing as he was, even though Half-and-Half wasn't the one who'd avoided his peers for close to three years.
Still, the two being able to easily chat made sense on paper, because they were relatively quiet guys(when unprovoked) who just wanted to be strong pro-heroes. The two were taking Power Control again this year, and neither had managed to become official rookies or even sidekicks like some of their classmates. They both had a lot of raw, untapped power that they'd been neglecting to use for a long time out of arrogance, and now they had to make up for it. There was a lot more that they had in common than they thought, especially after not interacting for so long. It was strange.
When Bakugou ran through the short list of topics he could discuss with the guy, he asked a question he'd been saving from before:
"How the fuck did you manage to light ice on fire?"
Todoroki told him he'd asked Momo how to do it a few weeks prior to his stunt, and that she'd told him that it was a simple chemical reaction. She had no idea why he had asked that, probably deducing he was working on a new move or fighting style. Katsuki assumed that the look on her face when she'd connected the dots that day was more than likely priceless, and he wished he'd seen it. He'd never do anything like that himself, even if he had someone to impress. It was embarrassing and too sappy, and Katsuki didn't do embarrassing or sappy. Still, he guessed an awkward congrats was in order? Seeing as the two lovebirds were practically inseparable now. Though the blonde decided that it went without saying.
After all that, he concluded he needed a drink, then moved back to a secluded bench in the yard, observing everybody. Now, he had a good chance to see who was actually here.
Ashido and Sero were taking shots of something the latter bought; he'd probably brought the liquor in Bakugou's hand, too. There were Icy-Hot and Ponytail, of course. Kaminari, who absolutely knew he wasn't welcome by Bakugou at first, but had been nothing but somewhat pleasant since he'd arrived, was talking to Earphone Girl. As usual, she looked like it was a chore to keep up with, which Tentacle-dude apparently found amusing. Katsuki had also caught sight of, or rather didn't catch sight of, Invisible Girl who was sitting and chatting with Tail Guy, the latter appearing as if he was talking to some floating clothes.
Finally learning some names would probably do him some good if he was going to be around them all night.
He wondered why most of them were here, since he didn't remember all of their names or ever even talking to most of them in school, but for a second he'd forgotten that this was Kirishima's house, and that they were more his friends now than anything.
Just the different ways they greeted the two of them upon entry—Eijirou met with warm hugs and teasing words, contrasted to the cold, distant "good to see you's" that they shot Katsuki's way—said a lot about what he assumed they thought about him. It wasn't like Katsuki didn't know he'd made it that way between him and other people. He wanted it that way. For their sake and his own.
His lonely thoughts continued to burn in the back of his brain and irritate him, so much so that he hadn't noticed someone was standing right next to him. He looked to see that it was Uraraka, and interestingly enough, the girl was one of the few in the group who he wasn't completely pissed off at for coming here.
Had he talked to her at all? No, right?
She was smiling and saying something that Bakugou couldn't hear as he came back down to earth. He ignored it, as now he could really see how she'd changed since he'd last seen her. Ochako was taller, maybe by an inch or two. She'd let her brown hair down since she'd arrived, which showed it's growth to be just past her shoulders; it was no longer cropped and straightened, its slight waves flowing wherever they pleased in the wind. The angle he sat at gave him a flash of her stomach, which had gained soft waves of its own, and the blonde couldn't help but think of pushing his fingers across the surface to see how much it would give under a certain amount of strength. To see if she'd kept up the training he'd started her on in their second year. Her face still carried its baby-like roundness, made worse—or better—by her big, chocolatey eyes that were locked onto him. She waved in front of his face to get his attention, making him grab her wrist firmly.
She nervously squeaked at the gesture and turned a deep shade of pink in apology.
Okay, yeah, she was still cute.
Katsuki released her wrist and leaned back to drape his arm over the back of the bench. An annoyed sigh left his lips before he spoke. "The hell you want, Cheeks?" He cut his eyes away from her after she pouted from the nickname.
"It's 'Ochako,'" she complained as she sat down and lifted her thigh to rest on the space between them. She unconsciously mirrored his draped arm then rested her chin in her palm. This puffed up her face a bit more and, along with her proximity, made Katsuki's stomach tremble.
He scoffed. "'It's Ochako,'" he parroted her whiny voice, even though he liked it a lot, and the brunette visibly stiffened at his deep, teasing tone. She gave a heavy sigh, letting the smell of a light and fruity beverage drift into his nose.
"I haven't seen you in...what, like over a year? And you're still so mean, Bakugou," she stated and tapped her shoeless foot against his thigh, discretely biting her lip at the small, triumphant smirk he let through. He knew she was staring at him, but he tried not to let it phase him. Don't look.
She couldn't not look. Bakugou had changed, but not by much obviously. Still mean, still arrogant, still reserved.
He was much taller since they'd last seen each other, she could see that from him sitting even. Was he taller than Deku? She couldn't say, but made a mental note to do comparisons later. His body was more filled out, and she could tell that he'd kept up his training, even from under Kirishima's shirt. He still had strong hands, something she noticed about him and Deku when they were all in school together. His face was larger and had more edges, and it didn't really need to be said, but he was still—if not more—as attractive as always. He still smelled so freaking good.
A general pull towards him had begun after their sports festival match, and it had taken a year for her to build up the courage to ask him for something that had burned so important in her since her defeat.
"Will...you train me?"
She'd expected that, but learned a thing or two from Deku and kept fighting for what she wanted. She kept cornering him, kept sending him texts and notes in class, kept chasing after him when the school day was finished. She was persistent.
Like that damn, stupid nerd.
He finally agreed, to shut her the fuck up, and that's what their hours after class consisted of.
She endured getting kicked in the face, thrown across cement, and singed on almost every surface of her body. Scratches, bruises, gashes. And at the end of it, she was usually pinned down under a heap of rage-fueled purpose.
But that was always her favorite thing.
She didn't let him by any means—she was pretty sure her wins might have outnumbered his—but when he did manage to get the jump on her, it stoked the burning fire in her stomach that she noticed was frequently there when their training bled into the dead of night. There were two fires being fed, in fact; one, an explosive determination to win and grind him into the dust, and the other, an igniting desire to bare her skin and grind against him.
Of course, he admired that determination to not stop until she beat him. But he wasn't without guilty, dark thoughts of his own. Some days, he'd grow painfully hard under her kill-intended holds, but she hadn't noticed, so he willed it away or ignored it completely.
It was nothing. It was nothing.
Teenage hormones he could control. He was in control.
Though the day he ended up pressed between her warm legs, his thoughts quickly shifting from victory to shame, he had to stop. Stop.
"Um, Katsuki..." She looked uncomfortable, maybe even grossed out. She wasn't.
He played it off, shamelessly apologized for it before calling it a day, leaving her blushing and panicked on the gymnasium floor.
"Adrenaline." He had been trying to reassure them both.
It was fine.
Just adrenaline, but he couldn't train with her again.
Though whether he realized it or not, he didn't look at her the same after those days, and she'd always liked that. His eyes were always filled with absent curiosity, like he didn't know he was studying her throughout the day, wondering why after sparring he always wanted to...
Nah. Just hormones. Same with Kirishima. Forget it.
Those days were always on Ochako's mind, though. Even when they shouldn't have been. Like right now.
"So...What do you want?" His gruff voice snapped her out of her darkening thoughts, and she realized she'd come over without a real plan to talk to him. She'd been staring at him since he emerged from the house, and hadn't come up with a single thing to say besides 'can I sit by you,' which he hadn't heard anyway. She touched her fingers to her thumb repeatedly, as she often did when she was nervous, and when he took notice, she immediately balled up her fist.
He was so intimidating, and he wasn't even doing anything! They'd been in each other's space for countless hours in private, fighting hormones aside, and it had been fine. Now they were sitting on a bench in front of their friends, so why was it so hard to talk all of a sudden?
"I, uh..." Ochako knew he was the type to hate having his time wasted, so she scrambled in her head for something to say to him. Anything. "I was just, um..." his damn, beady red eyes, she couldn't fucking read them, "I was...thinking about when we used to spar."
That was not supposed to be what she said. Fuck!
He blinked rapidly then turned away from her, covering his mouth. There was no way he could just blow past it like he normally would. She'd either been reading his mind just now, or she'd felt something similar that night on the gym floor.
"...Yeah." He mumbled it under his palm, but she'd definitely heard him. His eyes shifted to her and then away, and she just turned and faced the drunk, oblivious group of their peers.
"Right." She uttered through a heavy sigh, finding this all unbelievable but terribly exciting.
"So." He was stating, not asking.
"I need..." She stood on slightly wobbly knees, then pointed to the glass door. "Going inside."
No one saw Katsuki go in a few minutes after Ochako, or they didn't think so at least.
No one saw them stand quietly in the hall upstairs, her eyes asking a silent question that he understood completely.
No one saw her lean up to kiss him and aggressively push him against Kirishima's door.
No one heard him suggest that the bathroom inside was probably a smarter choice, albeit uncomfortable.
No one would see a thing now.
After lifting her to sit on the sink, she spread her legs and pulled him closer, seemingly trying to fuse their hips together. She wanted to be quick, to get off as soon as they could, but he insisted they try to make as little noise as possible to avoid getting caught.
That meant going slow, and she hated going slow.
She'd punish him for this.
"Katsuki," Ochako breathed quietly, making him groan and tense up as his dick jumped in her hand. She figured out what saying his name did—and rejoiced in him letting her use it—so she relished in torturing him often. She was being tortured herself, as having to be cautious and quiet meant she had to focus on not activating her quirk, which was something she did a lot if she was in the right mood.
"Whaaat?" Katsuki complained lowly against her neck, going back to sucking on the sensitive spot he'd found earlier.
"You're—mmm—you're 'Rock Hard.'" She said it how she did about his shirt at the door when she got here, but there was obvious laughter being fought back.
"And you're fuckin' annoying."
He pinched her side and hungrily ate up the whine he knew would come out of her mouth. She'd been annoying for a good part of this, but he...kind of liked it, as stupid as it was sometimes.
She was fun. This was so fun.
He'd expected this to be an awkward fuck that mostly consisted of trying to figure out what to do right, but things had been relatively easy. Training with each other meant they knew at least some things about the other's body, even if the sensitivity certain parts showed wasn't blatantly sexual at the time.
He knew she was protective of her neck, as he'd grazed it during fights and launched her into a weird, angry laugh sometimes. She knew he liked his hair pulled, because he never shouted, only blushed when it happened by her hand. This was all so weirdly intimate and exposing, because they were using their previously ignored sparring knowledge against each other.
In the best way imaginable.
Katsuki angrily tugged at her shorts with a grunt, eager to see if what they were hiding was just as ready as he was.
"Dude, don't rip my shorts."
"Then get 'em off."
"Then move." Another stupid smirk of hers.
Ohhh, so annoying!
He reluctantly separated their hips and held his pants up as he watched her pop open her pink shorts. She hesitated for a second, and he questioned if she really wanted to do this.
He grabbed her wrists then looked her in the eye. "You good?" Ochako studied his gaze for a second, then nodded quickly and leaned forward to kiss him. He avoided it then pressed his forehead to hers. "You're sure? I don't care." He shook his head. "I mean, I don't mind if you—" She kissed him hard, and for a moment, she felt as if it was one of the few things that felt right in the world.
“I have to tell you, just because it’d be fucked up if I didn’t...” This made him pull back from her a bit, and she feared that this was going to ruin any chance of the night ending positively in any capacity.
“What, you sick or somethin’?” He grimaced, and she scrunched up her face and punched his chest. Hard. It was hard enough hurt, but before he could start barming and cursing about it, she placed a hand where she’d punched it. It was an oddly tender gesture, and it made him want to listen. What could she have to say that made her look so distraught?
“I’m...I’m uh...seeing someone.” She paused to close her eyes, honestly ready if he wanted to fight with her about it, but he did nothing, just stared at her like he knew that wasn’t all there was to it.
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “He know you’re hookin’ up with me in a bathroom right now?” It was asked in a joking tone, but she knew he was serious, too.
“Pfft,” she laughed lightly. “Not exactly, but he knows...” She looked up in thought, wondering if now was the time to go into what was an extremely complicated situation. “He knows I’m seeing other people, and he’s cool with it.”
“Really? He’s cool with you gettin’ your fix somewhere else?” Katsuki laughed again. “Must have a small dick, yeah?” She rolled her eyes, then smirked a bit because that was far from the truth.
“Some relationships look differently to the people outside them, Katsuki~” She said his name in that way again, and he honestly couldn’t care about whatever shit was going on outside this bathroom, and that included how her relationship worked.
He wasn’t a part of it, so why should he care about what some other dude was incapable of?
“Whatever.” He grabbed her hips to slide her towards him. He then gripped the hem of her shorts instead—because he actually might have ripped them in half from the zipper—and decided to slide them down her legs torturously slow, just to be a dick.
She grabbed his dick in retaliation, making him jump. He chuckled and wiggled between her legs to let her stroke him more easily. He moved the damp, pale pink fabric covering her entrance to the side, not bothering to take them off. She was so wet, and he found himself slightly satisfied with just grazing his fingers up and down the slick folds, but she was having none of that. She slapped his hand away and pushed her underwear to join her shorts around her ankles, squeaking at the sensation of her skin meeting the cold marble of the bathroom sink. Bakugou laughed at her, and she pouted before punching his chest. He met her halfway for a kiss, and this one was slower, less frantic; only for a moment though.
"Mmph!" She broke away from the kiss to lightly slap the side of his head. "Condom, condom, condom!" She chanted.
"Alright, Cheeks, I fuckin' heard ya." He'd forgotten in his own excitement too, but complied and reached to the drawer to the left underneath them as she stroked him in waiting. He could feel her questioning gaze, and answered her without pausing his search. "Don't ask me how I know, or who he's fuckin'."
She snickered. "Well now I have to—
"Bakugou! You in here, bro?"
The commotion that sounded from that bathroom was the result of Ochako panicking and activating her quirk on Bakugou's dick, and the latter trying to halt his ascension by pulling on the drawer. She almost screamed in laughter at the sight of him floating to the ceiling, trying to keep his pants over himself and holding an empty drawer to his chest to prevent further noise. The floor was littered with the contents of the drawer, and in the middle of it was Ochako trying to hold her mouth and nose with her hands, because if she took one breath it would surely result in a fit of laughter.
"Is that you, dude?"
"YES I'M IN HERE!" Katsuki screamed as color flushed his whole face. Ochako was losing it.
"You okay? I heard some noise..." Kirishima jiggled the door handle, and the two inside gave each other a panicked look. Thank god they’d been clear-headed enough to lock the door.
"I DON'T NEED YOU TO FUCKING SUPERVISE MY SHITS, YOU IDIOT!" He shouted and hoped his friend went the fuck away, even though it was the redhead's room to begin with.
"Okay, well calm down, ya meanie! I was only wonderin' where you were! We're gonna watch a movie, if you guys wanna join us."
"THANKS GO AWAY!"
When they knew he'd closed his bedroom door, Ochako let out her laughter as she let Katsuki float down. He fumed and grabbed her face, devouring her giggles as he picked her up to straddle his waist.
"Still rock hard, I see."
"Shut. Up." So annoying.
"Did he say 'you guys?’” She realized that he hadn't just asked Katsuki to come out of the bathroom for a movie, so he probably knew what they were up to.
"I don't even care anymore." She laughed harder then gasped when he shoved his fingers inside of her, curling them upward and making her tug on his soft, sandy hair. Just as he latched onto her neck again her phone buzzed in her shorts on the floor.
"Katsuki," she moaned.
"Don't even think about it," he growled in response.
"Mmn, might be my mom. Please just grab it, I'll get off quick."
"I'm tryin' to get ya off right now."
"Seriously, dude. Real quick, I promise." He growled again and bent down to rummage through her pockets and pulled out her small, pink flip phone. "Shut up," she preemptively cut off his smart remark about her phone because she'd seen his smirk as he handed it to her. "Hello? Oh, hey!" Katsuki saw her face light up, and began kissing her neck again to bring her attention back to him. She futilely tried to lean away from his soft bites.
"You're here right now?" She looked at him, and the heat in her belly burned with a desire to stay here and finish what she started. But she decided otherwise. "Okay, I'm coming down!" The mysterious caller said something else before the brunette hung up and sighed heavily. "Katsuki." He didn't respond, just looked at her with that angry stare. "Dude." She wanted to laugh but she kept it in as she pulled his hips to hers again. He let out a low moan when she rolled her hips into his still throbbing erection one last time. "I have to go," she said as she gently pat his face. He didn't try and hide his annoyance in his silence, and Ochako's dejected face made him rethink the silent treatment.
She pouted and laid her chin on his thumping chest, brown eyes gazing upwards. "...You mad at me?" The tone of her voice pinged Katsuki's heart, but he played it off with a shrug.
"Nah, I just..." He looked down, and she blushed as if she'd forgotten their recent activities.
"Oh, yeah. That was a thing that was happening." She jumped down from the sink and started to get dressed.
"Yeah, it was. I'm still pretty torn up about it," he grumbled as he zipped up his pants.
"Well, better luck next time, champ." She pat his frowning face then opened the door to peek out. The coast was clear, so the two of them tentatively made their way down the dark, quiet hall. Bakugou would pinch her ass or grab her waist to thrust against her, and she would just pinch his side or flick his cheek.
He honestly didn't want her to go, for a multitude of reasons, but the main one was that she was just so much fun to be around. She matched his energy, and expressed her fondness for it before she threw it right back at him. It was a turn on, if he was being honest. His time at this party had pretty much sucked until she sat down to talk to him, and he figured he'd probably just be quiet and bored the rest of the time after she left.
He hated how much he could want someone around him after really speaking to them for the first time. And they weren’t even forced to spend eight hours a day together anymore.
They walked past the group of people that had decided to stay, the others gone home or to do something they had previously committed to, and the two casually headed to the door. Kirishima had turned around to look at the both of them, sending a flush across their faces. He just smirked and turned back around to the movie some of them were currently engrossed in. Ochako reached the door and quietly pulled it open.
On the other side, looking oh so delicious in his tight, one-sleeved, black shirt and gym shorts was none other than Izuku, her boyfriend of almost two years. Katsuki gaped as they immediately beamed at each other, and when Izuku's eyes traveled up to meet his, he was met with one of those famous, wobbly smiles. It was something that the blonde hadn't seen in over a year, but it still pissed him off.
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Chapter 4: Short Fuse
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Fucking WE?? What the fuck?
Whaaat the fuck?
Katsuki didn't quite know how, after the fucked up, emotional rollercoaster of a night, he still ended up taking a crowded, 45-minute train at 4:15pm on a fucking Monday to go to Uraraka's flat. He didn't knock right away, just stood in front of the pale blue door as he contemplated turning around and leaving this inevitable shitstorm behind him. He flipped through his catalog of that night, searching for a reason to do so, but he still didn't budge.
After barely holding it together at the sight of Deku's stupid, freckled face waiting behind that door, Katsuki Bakugou actually had no bitchy or insulting words to hurl at anybody.
He was just stunned.
In his confusion, he stood quietly, the gears in his head trying to figure out which way to turn to best work out the situation before him.
"Uh, h-how are you, Kacchan? It's good to see you..." Katsuki wanted to smack his hand away from him, to blast that bashful smile off of his face, to kick him so hard he flew back into the street, to—
"Midoriyaaaaa!" A drunk Kirishima called excitedly from the couch inside the house. The green-haired guest's attention snapped away to peek inside the dark room.
"Oh!" He beamed at the sight of a few of his friends spread about the couch and floor, sending him lazy waves in their drunken stupors. "Hey guys! I thought I'd miss the party?"
"Nope, 's been extended, so get yer ass in here!"
"Ah, I really shouldn't, I like to train early in the morning and—"
"MIDORIYA!" Everyone went silent, and a few sleepy heads turned the redhead's way. Only a few had known prior to this moment that Drunk Kirishima wasn't one to be denied anything he wanted. He hadn't seen Midoriya in too long for his liking, and there was no way he was going to go another day without hanging out. "Get in'ere, I said." No one said anything for a moment, and even Katsuki snapped out of his daze to look strangely at him.
"R-Right!" Izuku nodded then slunk past the glaring blonde, Ochako in tow as he walked into the house. She pulled Katsuki's hand, which had been easier to do than normal because he was still somewhat dumbfounded. He had a mind to shut the door behind him though, then just stood awkwardly as the latest arrival made his rounds to greet everyone.
Winded, he finally decided to sit on the plush loveseat that had been vacated since Sero and Kaminari rolled onto the floor in a sleepy heap of each other. He turned and peeked over the back of the couch to menacingly watch as Ochako pulled Deku to the corner, gripping his scarred hands in her much smaller ones and speaking lowly. The buzz of the TV program drowned out their words, but the blonde watched their lips with intense precision. Ochako looked as if what she was saying was of the utmost importance, but Bakugou was confused when big, green orbs flickered to him for a moment. Izuku smiled happily at her, nodding gently and pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, and Katsuki turned around because his heart felt as if it was being pulled into his intestines.
Though he didn't quite know why.
His brain was creating a lot of thoughts, and none of them were doing him any good.
In high school, he assumed that the two of them might have started dating, but it had been pushed to the back of his mind, like Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's budding relationship. It had nothing to do with him, so why should he have paid attention to who in his class was fucking who? Or even care for that matter?
Why the fuck did he care now?
Was it because Uraraka lied to him? Or didn't tell him that the someone she was seeing was fucking Deku?
Was it because, once again, he felt like that fucking asshole nerd had taken something he wanted?
He fell so deep into his mind that he hadn't noticed a warm body being squished up against him. It was Ochako, and she gave him a soft smile as she looked up at him. He darted his eyes away, as looking too long might have pulled something from his lips that he might've regretted. Her hand rested on his and drew his gaze back to her, and he could see that there were lots of thoughts swirling behind those big, brown eyes, too. She positively knew that he was furious. Her grip on his hand tightened and her lips parted as if she were going to say something meaningful.
Maybe this wasn't what it seemed, and if she was acting like this with the green bean around, then maybe they were just tight like they were in high school. She had to be dating someone else.
But it shouldn't matter. This wasn't anything anyway. This was just a way to release some tension. Some fun that she had been fine with earlier, so it was no problem now.
A good fuck was all it would be. All it probably could be. All Katsuki would allow it to be.
After scanning the room for peering eyes, the two of them kissed briefly, but he pulled her forward by the chin and deepened it, remembering how much he liked the taste of her mouth.
Cherries? Or maybe strawberries? Definitely something sweet, and bold. Something that was all Uraraka.
When she smiled against his lips, he could feel heat rising up his back, but the entirety of his body went cold when he caught the eyes of Izuku on the other side of her. He was blushing and when he noticed Bakugou's eyes, he jolted before flashing a bashful smile. His hand rested on Ochako's thigh, and Katsuki ripped himself from her when he saw the nerd slightly bite his bottom lip.
Something was wrong here, and it was just way too fucking weird for him.
He didn't say it out loud, but the other two on the loveseat knew exactly what his abrupt exit meant.
Bakugou didn't bother grabbing his overnight bag from Kirishima's room, or even his phone charger or anything. He just got the fuck up and got the fuck out.
The next day when he went to pick up his things and help clean up, he was barked at by Kirishima on how rude it was to leave a party and not say goodbye to anyone, but Bakugou just stayed uncharacteristically silent as he replayed the previous evening over and over in his head.
"What, Shitty Hair?!"
"Are you even listening to me?" He wasn't. He was looking for something. Some clue to solving this fucked up puzzle that was thrust into his arms. Kirishima threw an empty, plastic cup at Bakugou's head, causing the blonde to catch it and blow it up. "Yo, don't put that thing in the bag, it'll melt everything else!" The blonde walked to the kitchen and angrily threw it into the sink instead, then gripped the counter and leaned his weight on one leg. Kirishima followed, clattering dirty, ceramic plates into the other side of the sink.
"Hey..." Katsuki started, but immediately stopped himself. That was too much, in his opinion. Maybe instead of explaining what the hell was going on, he could ask questions? He had so many...
"You wanna know what's up with Ochako, right?"
The blonde whipped around, panic and fury mixing in his eyes. "N-N—I don't—how the hell do you—"
"I thought you two might start eating each other alive, you were staring so hard!" The words came out rushed and a bit jumbled, like Kirishima had been holding in a secret for longer than he physically could. He gave an overdramatic sigh before continuing. "And you guys weren't very discreet about sneaking off to do...whatever it was you were up to in my bathroom." He wiggled crimson eyebrows, much to his flushed friends chagrin. Guess someone had seen them... "Don't worry, bro. I think I was the only one who saw you, but I don't know..."
Katsuki crossed his arms and frowned to the side. "Tch. Like I care." Eijirou rolled his eyes. "So..." He started to tap his foot irritatedly, cursing himself for being curious enough to ask. "So, like...what the fuck is up with Chee—Uraraka? She and Deku...and why did she—I don't know—lie to me?" He stared at the ground, confusion contributing to his color as much as the anger and embarrassment.
"Hm." Kirishima looked up in thought, wondering if it was his place to explain what he'd known for months now. "I'll agree, not telling you it was Midoriya was fucked up, no doubt, but..." He pouted a bit then leaned into the palm of his hand to consider his words once again. "I don't wanna break bro-code, but from what I heard, it's...a little more complicated than that. I can't say anything—they made me promise—but you should talk to them." Maybe Katsuki wasn't in the exact state to talk to Midoriya about this. "Or just Ochako. She does like you, so y'know, hear her out! If you like her, too."
It was hard.
Leaving those first few texts on ‘read’ had been Katsuki's initial response, his mind and heart instinctively telling him to forget about it, but Ochako was persistent. She wanted a chance to explain herself and apologize, to possibly reconcile enough to just stay friends at least. Katsuki could tell that she knew she'd fucked up big time. What reason was she going to give him for that? He really, really, wanted to know; to get a kick out of it, if anything.
So, here he stood, clueless as he hesitated to knock on her door, going over what he could have missed like he did the entire weekend.
Maybe Ochako had said it and he just hadn't heard because he was thinking about how tight her amazing thighs might have been able to squeeze him. Or maybe she'd slid a hint or two his way while his mind was screaming fuckherfuckherfuckher as he tugged her shorts down her legs. Maybe when he'd been sliding his fingers into her, she'd uttered a 'hey, so I'm also involved with motherfucking Deku. But he'll be oddly super chill about it, so just roll with it, daddy-o.'
She had to have said something, and he'd just missed it, right?
Moonface didn’t seem like a liar, and she would never intentionally hurt that green crybaby, so what the fuck was she up to? And why, of all people, did she decide to involve Katsuki?
Everyone knew to keep their distance from him(save for one obnoxious, shark-toothed bastard), but Ochako Uraraka had the balls to make herself comfortable as soon as he'd opened that door for her. She'd flipped his usual disposition on it's head, and had made him feel amusement while talking to a peer, and disappointment at her possibly leaving his side.
Had letting the spark between them brew for two years, then die down after graduation made...whatever this thing was even more explosive than it would've been in the past?
Bakugou figured the best way to find out would be to talk to Ochako, as much as he really wanted nothing to do with her now.
Well, that wasn't true, or he wouldn’t be here.
He planned to give two firm knocks, but the door was pulled open after the first one. Uraraka leaned against her doorframe, obviously trying to look casual, but the wet strand of hair in her mouth and a spot of what remained of a clay mask on her chin stunted her efforts. It probably would've been odd if it was someone else who saw her like this, but Katsuki thought she looked annoyingly cute in her plain, black t-shirt and...extremely over-sized, green-striped sweatpants.
Ochako noticed Katsuki's slightly miffed gazed lingering on the sweats, and fought smacking her palm against her head. Not the best day to wear Izuku's clothes.
"H-Hey, Katsuki, come on in!" The words came out very nervous, but he still felt his ears tingle when his name left her lips. Her smooth skin and awkward smile seemed to glow, and he subconsciously wanted to tell her to knock it off.
Fuck. He was not going to be able to stay mad at her.
Bakugou walked inside, Ochako following closely, and he inspected the spacey, one-bedroom apartment. As he looked around, he was able to catch a little glimpse into her life being a rookie pro-hero over the past year. There were (poorly, frantically)dusted pictures of her and loved ones, some with Ochako in her hero costume at major events she'd been invited to. Some were of her and her parents at famous landmarks, and Katsuki's memory flooded with times she longingly talked about traveling in class with her friends.
Deku was in a few.
With their classmates, with her parents, and with her.
There was one where he was just hunched over a dimly lit desk, but you could tell it was him by the scarred skin of his exposed back, and the wild, foresty curls atop his head.
"D-Did you...want a tour? It's not very big, but y'know, I could give you a tour, i-if you want..." Katsuki could tell the prospect of showing off her poorly tidied apartment was distressing, so he decided against it, as much as it would've been entertaining to see her squirm.
Plus he really didn't need more evidence of her involvement with Deku that would no doubt be scattered all over the place.
"Nah." He answered, and she was visibly relieved. Katsuki whistled low. "So this is what a rookie banks for a first apartment? You're rollin' in it now, huh Cheeks?" He primarily called her that to see the pout that he liked so much, and his teasing efforts were rewarded.
"Not even," she snorted. "It's all endorsement deals from my agency, really. A bunch of other up-and-comers live here, too, and we don't make nearly enough to afford anything like this. I probably won't ever make that much." The brunette added a laugh, which he immediately knew was forced, so he gave an irritated grunt.
"Stop sellin' yourself short. I've seen some of your fights since graduation, and you're one of, if not the fuckin' best out there. Success is slow, but you're one of the only deserving one's on that ladder." As soon as the words left his lips, Katsuki regretted it. Not the meaning, but the admittance that he'd seen her face while flipping through channels and always flipped back to see what she was up to. Though maybe she hadn't gathered all of that from his uncharacteristic kindness. "B-But you won't be able to beat every villain you come across with sloppy form like that." Saved it.
"Uh, thanks?" It came through a real laugh as she took a seat on the gray couch in the middle of the room. "Well if I'm so bad, then maybe we should start training again or something." It was a joke, but the empty silence that followed filled their heads with memories of those late nights in the gym. "Uhh—"
"So why the hell am I over here anyway?" Bakugou took a seat on the other end of the couch, lolling his head back so that his blush wasn't so noticeable. He had to change the subject, as he could feel himself growing hungry at the prospect of sparring with her again.
He was supposed to be pissed, and he was going to try his damn hardest to show it.
"Because if ya called me over here to pick things back up, I don't think Deku-" he cut his eyes at her before staring back up at the ceiling, "-would take too kindly to that."
"And I ain't interested in bein' somebody's side piece; sneakin' around to hide from that loser fuck."
"Okay, Katsuki!" Ochako tossed a pillow at his face, and he looked down to see an ancient, square, All Might pillow he remembered seeing in Izuku's bedroom when they were kids. He threw it back to her—maybe a little too hard—cursing the universe for shoving this situation further down his throat. "Can I talk now?"
"Go on then." He crossed his arms, silently assuring his full attention. She turned towards him and pulled her legs on the cushion before starting again.
"So..." She squeezed the pillow in her arms for comfort. He didn't like that. "So Deku...knows it’s you? Well, I told him—or actually, we talked about this before—like about...seeing other people, y'know? He doesn't want to, but he's totally fine with me doing whatever, as long as I tell him about it. But I didn't think it'd...be with you." Katsuki scowled, looking absolutely offended and ready to leave, which made Ochako panic and reach over to place a warm hand on his thigh. "N-No, no! I mean, I didn't expect to feel that way again after I saw you, and I didn't think you'd want me like that, too?"
He scoffed and smirked. "'Again?' So you've thought about us fuckin' before."
"So have you," she defended. He couldn't argue.
"Well, whatever, I still don't understand what the hell you're talkin' about, Moonface. That weirdo dweeb tell you to fuck me or something?" It was her turn to throw her head back in exasperation. This wasn't going to be easy, she knew that from the moment she'd laid eyes on him at Kirishima's place, but she never thought it would be this complicated from the get-go.
She placed a hand in her hair to scratch her head. "I'm gonna have to explain the whole thing, aren't I?" It was mumbled, but he heard and wondered what in the world she could have meant by that.
"If you want me to not be pissed at you anymore."
Uraraka sighed heavily and sat back up, sporting a determined expression that he just wanted to force off of her face so his stomach would stop the fluttering bullshit it was up to.
She grabbed her left wrist and began to rub it, biting her bottom lip before mustering up the strength to continue. "Deku and I..." She seriously didn't want to do this. Was it even worth it? "Deku and I had...a little issue when we...first had sex..." She buried her face in the old pillow, unable to look her guest in the eyes.
"O...kay?" He leaned in, ready for any suffering or embarrassment at the expense of that shitty nerd.
"God, he probably doesn't want me talking about this to anyone."
"Now ya have to tell me."
"It's so not a big deal, but he totally lost it, you know how he gets."
"Then tell me, if it's not a big deal. Or I can just fuckin' leave now."
"Ugh." She pouted at his impatience. "During our first time, he...sprained my wrist."
Katsuki blinked a few times, thinking he must have heard her wrong. "...Come again?"
She threw her hands up in frustration and continued without clarifying. "I was so blissed out, I didn't even feel it! But after he came he saw some bruises he made, and that he'd hurt my wrist so he freakin' carried me to the hospital and was crying even on the way home. But again, it barely hurt the day after because I've hurt myself in training and on the job all the time! In worse ways, too! And I even kind of liked it, but—"
"Wait, what?" Her words were so frantic and confusing, he couldn't—
"—after that, he refused to touch me. A-And then I started freaking out."
Bakugou watched as she touched each finger to her thumbs in thought, and he wanted to ask if there was anymore to that wild story(which he absolutely knew there was), but at this point it seemed as if she was just talking out loud rather than to him. He didn't mind. He oddly liked hearing her talk, and he thought her thinking face was pretty cute, even if that and her rambling reminded him of that damn nerd's.
"I kind of got crazy and pushed him a bit too hard because of my own hormones and insecurities, and things got a bit rough between us for a while...But I just—I...kinda felt like he didn't want me anymore? Like maybe I was too weak to handle him or something...Ah, it's kinda stupid, I know."
"Super stupid." He nodded in agreement and she frowned to fight a smirk. She had calmed down a bit after admitting all that, and was glad that Katsuki tried to keep things a bit light. He was listening.
"We talked about it, and I told him what I was thinking, how bad I wanted him; and he told me that he just wanted what I wanted," Ochako playfully shook her head at the memory, "so we talked about...looking for a third, I guess? Someone we'd both like, but um, really just me, since he said he didn't want anyone else. It was weird, going to...swingers parties, and looking on some dating apps, but...nothing really worked out." He chuckled at the slight shiver that ran through her, and imagined the failed attempts she and that nerd went through to find someone who would be down with whatever fucked up shit they had going on between them.
"Tell me about these parties you dummies ended up at," Katsuki prodded with a snort, and she just ended up more red that she already was.
"Don't make fun of me." Her tone dropped for a second, and he frowned in regret.
"I'm not. I'm just tryin' to understand. The other night really fucked me up, and I don't want to be confused about this shit anymore than you do."
They were both surprised at how honest he was being, and it made him kind of want to leave after exposing his feelings so much in the past couple of days.
This was why he didn't fucking talk to people.
She nodded in agreement, understanding that this needed to be talked out, and the feelings Bakugou had about it weren't at all invalid. She'd stirred this whole thing up, so she was going to try and make it right.
"I'm really sorry, Katsuki." He clenched his jaw, but didn't break eye contact. "I didn't stop to think about how you would think or feel about any of this. I wasn't honest with you, and I should've come to you with the whole truth. I was only thinking of myself."
"Yeah, ya were," he reached over and flicked her forehead roughly. She hissed and held it, but didn't deny that it was warranted. "But I didn't exactly ask who you were dating, either."
"...Can we still be friends?"
"We weren't friends to begin with, Moonface." He was able to hold in his smirk, but it proved difficult when he heard the giggle from deep in her chest. He licked his lips to stop the action, then a thought crossed his mind. "So...Deku's into dudes?" He never cared to imagine it, but it was something he could see being true now that the idea was presented. He didn't even really know why he was asking, since it had nothing to do with him.
"Y'know," Ochako looked up in thought, "I don't really know. I don't even know if he knows. I asked him if he wanted to try talking to any other girls when I was looking, but he said no to that, too? It's a weird situation. Very new."
He could understand that. His encounter with Kirishima had been new, this was new. New could be confusing and frustrating and hard to label, but in his experience it could be exciting and fun all the same. So it kind of annoyed him that Izuku was reluctant to really try new things with his hot and willing girlfriend. Bakugou made a thoughtful noise in his throat—one that Uraraka fixated herself on immediately—while reviewing all of the information she just dumped on him.
"Tch. Idiot still can't control that quirk of his. Pathetic."
Not that he was much better yet either, but at least he didn't maim his sexual partners. 'Maim' was a strong word, but that's probably what the nerd thought he'd done after seeing Uraraka bruised and hurt because he fucking came too hard. Bakugou held in a laugh, imagining Izuku dashing to the hospital while wailing at the top of his lungs, tears blinding his big eyes and an annoyed Ochako held tightly in his arms. The idiot was still so damn soft, even with the god-like power of All Might at his scarred fingertips. Stupid.
"He's working really hard to, Katsuki," Ochako defended. Izuku deserved credit where it was due, and he'd been working non-stop for as long as she'd known him. "And he doesn't want me to hold myself back waiting for him to do it, even though I'm fine with him using a bit of force...I respect what he does and doesn't want, and I'm glad that he wants me so much, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't need something else. And I feel really bad about that."
"Hm." He uncrossed his arms and looked at her. Really looked at her. The sun was just about where it was when they'd first sat at a distance not too different from now, just three days ago. It illuminated her apartment with that unmistakeable golden-hour warmth, and it did even more wonderful things to her skin; even if it was just her face and arms. Katsuki licked his lips. "Dweeb said he's fine with it, yeah?"
"And you just wanna be fucked unconscious, but he’s too chicken-shit."
Uraraka sighed, a little tired of him trying to insult her boyfriend at every turn. "No, Katsuki, it's not—"
"When's the last time you guys fucked?"
"L-Like me and Deku?"
He rolled his eyes. Who else would he be talking about? "No, you and All Might."
"Alright, asshole." She huffed then kicked his thigh, wondering how she'd ever been simultaneously into someone like Izuku and someone like him. "I don't know, like a year ago? Maybe a little more."
"A year? Fuck!"
"Well we've...tried stuff with other people, but it never felt right! Or, um, I never felt right. Until you, I guess." Ochako mumbled the last part over a bitten lip, but he'd heard it, and he loved how coveted it made him feel.
"I don't want to blame my aggression Friday on that, but it was definitely a contributing factor." She began to touch her thumb pads again, itchy nervousness swirling in her belly once more. "Again. Super sorry about that." Their eyes met for a brief moment, and he didn't care to choose his next words carefully. He sighed, covering what may have come out as a noise of excitement.
"Fine. I'm down."
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Chapter 5: Like Seeing Stars
Gaaahh 100 kudos!!!
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"W-Wha...I don't—" Ochako blinked silently, feeling the darkness swirling in his crimson stare already start to affect her own.
"That off the table now or somethin’?" Bakugou asked, wondering where her head was at.
"Well no, I just...thought I'd fucked that up, is all." He could feel her breathing become a bit heavier even from across the couch. "...What changed your mind?"
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, thinking about his answer. Her eyes lingered on the way his pretty, blonde lashes sat so gently on his cheeks. "I mean, I guess now I...kind of get it?" Another review of the information made him shake his head. "Well, not really, but whatever. Doesn't make me wanna fuck you any less."
His blatancy made Uraraka feel as if she'd been shot through the stomach with one of Todoroki's fire blasts, but it was such a good feeling.
"O-Oh..." She nodded slowly and stared at the cushion between them. "Right, okay...Only if you're comfortable. I know you and Deku aren't on the best terms, but he really is fine with it! He actually seemed kind of—" Her words were cut off by a squeak when Bakugou grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, causing her back to hit the couch with a soft 'thud.' She didn't have time to catch her breath before his lips fell onto hers, and after a couple of gentle pushes, their mouths erupted into a short, slick and hungry burst of tongues and teeth. She tasted like a familiar toothpaste today, and he tasted like the yaki udon he'd stopped for before hopping on the train.
He begrudgingly pulled away for a second, wiping away a string of saliva, leaving her panting and flushed. He was a bit winded himself.
"Rule number one: Shut up about Deku."
She pouted but gave a quick nod before tugging at the hem of his white shirt. After he complied and took it off, she gave a satisfied hum and gently grazed her fingertips(only three, since she didn't want him floating away from her) down the muscled surface of his abdomen, one finger tracing a vein that descended into blonde hairs peeking out of his red sweatpants. He grunted at the soft sensation of her finger-pads, feeling way more turned on than he felt was normal, so he swooped back down to kiss her again, running his hands up and down the skin of her back. The smooth surface made him shiver, and he wanted nothing more than to mark it up where he could. He pulled at the collar of her black shirt, inclined to tear it open, before he stopped with a frown.
"He made these?" Katsuki panted out as he glared down at the dark patches, ones he hadn't noticed before, scattered about the pale skin of her neck.
"You did, stupid. They haven't faded yet." He wanted to pinch her, but he was too focused, too hungry for what had been started. As he kissed her again he rutted down, mixing the heat that was rolling off their centers through their clothes even. She let out a breathy sigh into his mouth, and he took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently. Her hands shot to the white drawstring of his joggers, but before she could unleash anything he pinned her arms beside her head. The fury in her eyes shot a jolt straight to his dick, but he couldn't resist making fun of her.
"You seem agitated." He tilted his head and deadpanned, knowing that would piss her off more than smirking broadly. "You can take your time, y'know."
"Oh, fuck off. Yeah, I'm agitated, did you somehow forget where we left off at that party? And it looks like you're not doin' too hot either, pal." With the last word, she tightly locked her legs around his waist, trapping and circling their layered crotches together again. Ochako knew just how riled up he was, and she was in no mood for his teasing. Though she was always in the mood to throw some back at him if he swung first. "You're. Rock. Hard."
He growled and bit one round, tinted cheek. "You're disgusting," he mumbled over the soft flesh.
"'Cause I'm the one fighting a pant-busting boner right now."
In retaliation, Bakugou gripped the sides of her—Deku's—sweats, and in an attempt to ruin them for what they stood for, he only ended up finding out that they were the tear-away ones with snap-buttons going down the sides. He was a bit dumbfounded for a moment, and the brunette saw right through him and burst into uncontrollable cackling. His gaze shifted to what was embarrassment at first, but soon turned devilish when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear under the big sweatpants. Katsuki took so much joy in the broken gasp that jumped from her lips, the tight grip that shot around his bicep, and the way her body arched when he shoved two fingers into the tight heat under him. Her hand shot up into her hair, and the other gripped the arm of the couch as she rocked her hips into the slow thrusting of his skilled digits. He watched her as she slowly became undone, relishing every small sound, every twitch, the slick beginning coat his hand.
God, she was a fucking sight to see.
"Cheeks!" Bakugou could not hold in his own amusement. "You're fuckin' soaked!"
Ochako was close to punching him, because yes, she obviously was, but he was drying her up real fast with his irritating tendencies.
"Do something about it then!" Uraraka challenged, but the bite in her voice was cut off as it broke in a sob when he curled his fingers into the spot he'd found in Kirishima's cramped bathroom.
"Like what?" Katsuki raised his eyebrow. He wanted to hear her say it. She bit her lip, knowing exactly what he wanted but determined to not give it to him. He leaned down from his hovering position, pressing his chest to hers and speaking against her lips. "Like. What?"
"Fuck. Me." He let out a surprised and amused sound. "Fuck me right now, or I swear to god—I mean, I don't know what I'm gonna do, but it'll be something you don't like!" He snorted as he reached for his pants to give her what she wanted, but he stopped.
Ah shit, this is going to piss her off.
Bakugou closed his eyes and sucked his teeth. "I don't have a condom." He winced as if she might have hit him.
"What the FUCK, Katsuki?!" His eyes shot wide open, as hearing the agitated words come out of 'sweet' Uraraka was a little more than jarring. But he didn't like that the blame was all on him.
"What," the blonde reluctantly pulled his fingers from her then leaned up and sat back on his heels, "you rather me not tell you?!"
She propped herself up on her elbows. "Obviously not, but aren't guys supposed to be prepared for this?"
"I don't just pocket a rubber every morning like I might be fuckin' some random person that day, Cheeks." He rolled his eyes.
Ochako grumbled. "Ugh, fine." She pulled her legs from beside his waist and closed them, alarming him, then sat up straight.
Feeling a little bad about it now, Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "...Do ya not want to anymore, or...?" He sure still did, if the prominent bulge in his sweats was anything to go by, but this was all up to her in the end.
She snorted at his poorly-hidden thirst. "Oh, we're not putting this shit on hold any longer, but you have to go get a condom from the security desk first."
"Uh," he scoffed, "can't exactly hide my dick, Moonface." He gestured down at his crotch, and she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, how would it look if I went down there and asked? He'd know what's goin’ on."
"I live here. He's gonna know regardless of who goes!"
"I'm not goin' anywhere, and neither is this conversation. I'm hard as fuck right now, which is your fault. You go."
She let out a mixture of a groan and a sigh. "Goddamn it." She stood swiftly and shamelessly turned towards him, impatiently putting a hand on her naked hip. "Gimme your pants."
Bakugou surprisingly didn't protest, just stood up—obnoxiously close—as he shimmied out of the red bottoms to give them to her, then plopped back down on the sofa, draping an arm over the back and spreading his legs comfortably. He watched intently as she bent over to step into them and pull them up her legs, past the juices glistening between her thighs, and up on the subtle jut of her hipbones. Ochako's determined eyes locked on to the unmistakable shape in dark gray boxer-briefs, and she bit her lip slightly. His dick looked pretty damn big, but she was more interested in what he could do with it. But who was she kidding? He'd be amazing, being Katsuki Bakugou and all. That made her less annoyed with having to go get what they needed to continue, but nervous about what his expectation might have been.
What if she wasn't good enough?
Uraraka was extremely under-practiced, her most recent time having sex also being her first time, and that had been a little over a year ago. Sure, she'd gotten decent at other stuff with Deku, but the last time she'd taken dick, she ended up in the hospital. Not of her own volition, obviously, but it had been a very hectic night, so she couldn't remember any of the things Deku liked, or that she liked, for that matter. She felt like she was as inexperienced as ever, and looking at this half-naked man that oozed confidence splayed patiently on her couch, her worry seemed warranted now.
Katsuki studied her for a moment, as he'd picked up on the energy shift in the room. "What's up?"
She snapped out of her thoughts, tying the drawstrings high to keep them on her hips. "...Want me to just, like, suck you off instead?" The sandy blonde blinked in surprise, caught off-guard at the proposition.
"Uh," he looked to the side and then back at her. "I mean, if that's what you want, I ain't gonna say no. I'm not gonna pressure you into anythin’, but I am gonna ask why." It wasn't a question of 'why don't you wanna fuck me' at all; he just wondered why she'd slumped in on herself all of a sudden.
"I just..." She'd already spilled to him—in so many details—about her sex life with Izuku, so why shouldn't she be just as honest now? "I'm not gonna be very good, I just thought. Just realistically, y'know?" Ochako admitted calmly with a soft shrug. "I'm better at other stuff. Deku’s seen me—" She bit her bottom lip, remembering rule number one. "I'll be good at this." She kneeled between his legs, pressing her cheek to his bare thigh and rubbing her palm over the hard length in his underwear, making sure to give him her best eyes.
Fuck, Katsuki had half a mind to just go on and let her do it, but he couldn't let her go on thinking that she wasn't worthy of anything she wanted.
She needed to hear the truth.
He leaned down to look her dead in the eyes, making her lean back in surprise, but he took her chin firmly in his hand. He held that chocolate gaze for a second, before speaking slowly and meaningfully, enunciating every last word.
"You think that night in the bathroom wasn't good? You think now won't be good? I've been fuckin’ losing my mind just getting my hands on you, Sugar. You think I won't love fuckin’ you, too? I honestly don't care what the fuck you do or don't know how to do, but if ya wanna learn something, then I suggest you go get that damn condom, and get your sexy little ass back here so I can teach you a fuckin' lesson."
The brunette in his grasp blinked and swallowed thickly, his ruby eyes lighting a fire in her belly much like the ones they lit on those late school nights.
She stood and fixed her shirt and borrowed joggers, flashing him a little smile. "Don't soften up while I'm gone." Ochako teased as she walked to the door, filled with a newfound bout of confidence.
Katsuki was surprised at how quickly she snapped out of her blue mood, but he figured she hadn't been hearing what she'd been needing to.
Deku would never say some shit like that.
"Whatever." He growled as he kneeled over the back of the couch to watch her put her slippers on. "Hurry the hell up then." As soon as she was gone, he let out an exasperated sigh.
Giving people his true thoughts was exhausting, but he'd been making an honest effort ever since Kirishima damn near cried about it in his kitchen before the party.
Feelings were fucking annoying, so he was going to try and separate them from this. He's only here to supply something for her, only because she's so damn sexy, and they have history. They're only doing this to establish a regular place to get off, and everyone needs that, right?
Wanting to call and check on her progress—even though she'd literally only been gone 45 seconds—Bakugou reached for his pocket, quickly remembering that his sweats held his phone and wallet. Maybe her phone was around; he could call her from her phone. That would be funny, a little stupid.
Something she'd appreciate.
He stood and started looking around, having to adjust his hardness to walk comfortably, and annoyed himself for the next ten minutes with the search. He finally found it charging in the bedroom—which smelled like strawberries and basil, of all things—so after turning the dimmer to low, he walked around to climb onto the right side of her king-sized bed after grabbing the phone from the nightstand. He briefly wondered why she had a bed so big, but spread himself comfortably in the middle of it.
Whatever agency she was working for must have really wanted her working for them, since her couch had been so comfortable as well. They couldn't have decorated all the apartments with something this expensive.
After pressing the home button on her phone, Katsuki suddenly regretted this plan of making Ochako laugh, as the screensaver was a selfie of her, looking quite bright and cheery in a clay mask, smearing the side of her cheek into one belonging to an extremely dead-looking Deku. The blonde recognized the look in his eyes, a confused daze that only painted his face if he was jarred from sleep too early, and that made the blonde chuckle to himself. It also made his chest feel unpleasantly tight at the sappy love radiating from the picture.
When he unlocked the phone, he saw that the background was a picture of Deku's head sticking out of the sand at what looked like the beach. Ochako was flashing a peace sign next to him, looking very cute in an orange bikini.
Katsuki had half a mind to flush the phone down the toilet.
Not in the device for any other reason, he looked through her contacts and scrolled down to the K's. His name was there, but before he clicked on it, he noticed another. Above his name was Jirou's, the text being bordered left and right by music note and microphone emojis. And above Jirou was Izuku's name, ‘Izu,’ held by green hearts and rabbit emojis. Katsuki rolled his eyes then looked back at his own name, and on the left was an explosion and bomb emoji, and on the right were some water droplets. He snorted at the meaning behind his assigned emojis, but was also a little mad at himself for caring about the one's next to Deku's.
Katsuki tapped his name and was about to press the call button when the phone suddenly vibrated, and a picture of his younger self asleep on the common room sofa popped up. He looked at it for a moment, noticing the bodies of other classmates and their phones in the background, but not caring about that right away. He looked so peaceful in that picture, but he could see the tell-tale dark circles under his eyes, and he immediately knew that this was sometime after Kamino. It's not that he had trouble sleeping or anything stupid like that(not at all), he just needed to be prepared for...anything that could happen. While all the other students slept naively in their beds, Bakugou sat up in his, night after night. He'd be the only one ready if something popped off, and that's how it went for a couple of nights at a time, the pattern only interrupted when he passed out from exhaustion, like in his contact picture.
In what was most likely a funny prank picture to his classmates, the blonde could only see the actual toll everything took on him in this one captured moment in time, so to prevent his hands from starting to shake and his throat from closing up in a space that wasn’t his own, he answered the call.
"Haha, it's me!" Ochako's voice immediately laughed upon him answering. That wiped almost all of the impending anxiety from within him.
"I know," he answered, feigning nonchalantness.
"Aw, I thought that would make you laugh. Y'know, cause I have your phone?"
"Yeah. No, I got it." Katsuki answered in a way insinuating that he didn't find it funny, even though he found it hilarious that she'd had the same idea as him.
"You’re such an ass." That got an audible chuckle out of him. She'd insulted him between pants as she climbed a few stairs, and her soft breaths were oddly breathing life back into his erection that had slightly softened a few minutes ago. That reminded him...
"The hell are you? Been like fifteen minutes, Moonface." He checked the clock, just to make sure he was right.
"I had to explain to Nanny why I was asking him for condoms after a guest who was not Izuku came up here." Another clue that Deku frequented this place a lot. Katsuki was a bit annoyed, but he understood that. She wasn't going to sugarcoat or hide her predicament anymore, since it had caused so much drama already. "He was disappointed in me, so I had to clear things up. Just a little, of course."
"Your security's name is Nanny?"
"No," she laughed; he really hated what the sound did to his guts. "We just call him Nanny—all the rookies in the building—because we're all so young to be living on our own, so he's like our nanny. Get it?"
"That's so stupid." Katsuki pushed through a breathy chuckle.
"But you're laughing, so it's also funny." Ochako held up a finger and shook it in the air, even though he couldn't see her.
"If ya say so." Bakugou sighed, a smirk on his lips.
"Oh yeah! You didn't tell me I had clay mask still on my face!" He could hear the pout in her voice and wished he could see it.
"It wasn't relevant at the time." He smirked. "Wasn't gonna stop anything if I told ya."
"No, it wasn't."
"You got the condoms though, right? Because that will stop us." She confirmed with a hum. "Good. Why's a nanny carry condoms anyway?"
"He's a guard, Katsuki," she corrected, even though she knew he was being facetious. "And it's a common thing for them to do, but in this case, the agency doesn't want their rookies to come up with any unwanted pregnancies, y'know? Or diseases or anything like that. They’re kinda sticking their necks out, making a place like this just for us." He grunted in agreement. It was a pretty courteous thing to do.
There was an awkward lull over the phone, and all he could hear were her steady breaths into the receiver. His cock started to ache again, so he pulled it out of his underwear and jerked it a few times, just to ease the pressure; just until a better solution to the problem came sashaying back into the apartment.
"Mm." He grunted lowly from a particularly nice stroke.
"Katsuki?" Uraraka checked in curiously. "What was that?"
He grinned. "Told me not ta go soft while you're gone, didn't ya?"
A few seconds later, it clicked. "I sure did." She agreed nonchalantly then greeted a neighboring rookie that lived down her hall. A moment passed before she whispered, “God, I'm so fucking wet for you, Katsuki, it's stupid." She lowly complained in all seriousness. It didn't sound like she realized what she'd said, but Katsuki knew she was probably real good at phone sex with a voice like hers, so she could've just been fucking with him. "You might have to borrow a pair of Deku's sweats when you leave."
He pushed down the mental image of him wearing Deku's clothes. "Yeah?" He licked his lips and unconsciously picked up his strokes a little.
"Mhmm," she hummed. Oh, she definitely knew what she was doing. "They're pretty wet, too." Uraraka pressed the button to the elevator and crossed her arms as she waited. "I hope you're not mad at me, since it's your fault." And there she went, throwing his words back at her. Why was that so fucking hot?
"Whatever just hurry up." Bakugou breathed out quickly so he wouldn't audibly moan and let her win.
"'Kay. I'm getting in the elevator, so the call is gonna drop. I'll see you in a sec!" Wow, what a fucked move, but he was going to play off her little game smoothly.
"Yeah." Part of him was thankful that the call ended, because he was no longer compelled to engage in one-sided phone sex. The few minutes or so it took Ochako to return had been absolute torture for him. He could’ve opened the window and a gust of wind would’ve made him come, if he was honest. He crossed his arms behind his head so he wouldn't touch himself, and his cock angrily jumped against his abdomen in anticipation, a string of pre-cum lying in it's wake.
Fucking chill out. He didn't know if he was saying it to himself, to his dick, or to both.
Ochako's phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced at it out of habit.
Bakugou rolled his eyes and moved to put the phone down but it buzzed again. Curious, he took another look at it.
Bakugou snorted audibly upon learning that Moonface loved waffle fries, and at the idea of Deku trying to cook whatever he was so excited to try. The blonde instantly knew he could make anything better than that nerd without even trying. The green bean had never been an amazing cook, so Bakugou imagined the horrors Ochako had to grit and bare and swallow down to not hurt his feelings.
When he heard the door open and close he sat up quickly, forgetting the phone and understanding a little what dogs feel like when they hear someone come home.
"Katsuki?" He could hear the worry in her voice from the living room, like she thought he had bailed on her or something.
He wanted to answer with something snarky, or not at all until she found him(to be an asshole), but he was so excited that all he could utter was a broken, "Y-Yeah!" as he put the phone back on the nightstand and pushed his boxers completely off then kicked them to the floor.
Uraraka came fast-walking through the threshold of the bedroom, shirt off and sweats untied, and she discarded them and all but one condom then joined Katsuki on the bed. He had no time for a snide remark about the time she took, or about how wet the sweats actually were—or anything he'd pick at just to be a dick—before she straddled his thighs and kissed him furiously. He made a surprised noise and wrapped his arms behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fell from her smooth shoulders and he took her soft breast in his mouth as she unwrapped the condom with a moan. Ochako pulled him up for another kiss and grabbed his throbbing length to help him roll the condom on. She didn't break the kiss as she did it, and after it was on she shimmied closer and wrapped her arms around him, keeping her hands balled up and pressing their bare chests together as she rocked her wet slit against his waiting cock.
"Fuck," he sighed through a heated breath.
There was something new about her movements, something honest and unbridled, and it was driving Bakugou wild.
He moved to frantically kiss down her neck, her brown locks falling over his nose and her breaths warming his ear, and he pressed the small of her back to lay her down, though with surprising strength, she pushed him. She anchored herself on his firm, muscled chest for a moment, looking down at him with unsure but adamant eyes.
"Oh, so you got this?" Bakugou chuckled and held her hip in his left hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over it tenderly.
Ochako shrugged and took a deep breath as she shook her head. "I don't know. I'm trying to think less about that and more about not making you float away." She chuckled as she lifted her hips and guided his cock into her folds, sinking down and gasping at the tight fit. "Shit." The stretch ached a little, but she liked it.
Katsuki was just as breathless, no warning from the woman above him, and no time to comment about it before she anchored herself again and began rocking at a rhythmic pace. His grip on her hip tightened.
He felt like the air had been stolen right out of his chest as he felt every stretch and pull of her soft walls over him, the squeezing of her small hands on his pecs, the high pitched moans that had started to fall from her lips and crash onto his ears like he never imagined they would. He'd planned to fuck her stupid when he agreed to their arrangement—they had made an arrangement, right?—though here he was, stuck in a trance at the mercy of Ochako Uraraka. Katsuki absentmindedly flattened his other palm against her fleshy stomach, holding it there to feel the muscles underneath clench and unclench as she rolled and rolled and rolled her hips, faster than he could keep up with.
Fucking force of nature, this one.
"Ka—Kaatsukiii..." She dragged his name out with a slow drag of her hips to rub her clit against his pelvis, and he let out an involuntary whine at the sensation.
"Fuck..." He rolled his eyes closed and slammed his head back with an open-mouthed groan, overwhelmed by her voice and movements and pace. "Fuck—slow down...slow down, Uraraka! Gonna come...m’gonna—"
It was too late. Ochako began to bounce on him, reaching down to rub her clit again in time with her movements. Waiting as long as he did while she went downstairs had done nothing good for him, only left his nerve endings on a cliff's drop that was so sharp and steep, he barely stood a chance of surviving the fall. He came with a stuttered, guttural moan, filling up the condom and shaking so hard he thought his legs were going to fall off. When she finally realized he was unresponsive, she looked down in confusion at him. Katsuki looked like he'd been hit with paralysis, red eyes staring glazed and blissed out at the ceiling as he attempted to catch his breath.
"Katsuki?" She pat his cheek. He closed his eyes and let out a gentle, broken grunt in response, so she didn't press him. Having him, the unshakable Katsuki Bakugou, in such an incapacitated state because of her, filled her with so much happiness and confidence that she wondered if this was what he felt like all the time. It was like a damn high. Ochako, reluctantly, opted to slide him out of her so he wouldn't be overstimulated, and sat back on his thighs while he recovered. His chest had started to heave less, and his body stopped spasming, and she waited patiently for him to come back down to earth.
"Hah..." He breathed and ran a shaky hand through damp, sandy hair. "I don't usually—y'know, that fast." The truth was that it had been a while since he’d last had practice at this as well, but there wasn’t any reason to say that.
"Sure, I get it," she responded, surprised at his comment. It had been her fault a little, as she had been so preoccupied with not activating her quirk since she wanted to touch him. And apparently, she wasn’t stopping for a damn thing, as his words of warning hadn't reached her ears. But blowing his mind being the reason for his current state felt too good to not claim. "Guess I am pretty good after all, huh?" She couldn't fight smirking at the annoyed pout he let through, but he could tell she really didn't mind one bit. Her eyes traveled down his neck and chest, shiny with beading sweat that filled the room with a heavy, caramely aroma, down to his abdomen where his dick still throbbed in the filled condom. "You okay to go again?" She slid one finger down the glistening shaft in harmless curiosity, but relished in the shudder that ran through him. That lit something dark in her. "Or do you need to take a little break?" It was an honest question—she didn’t mind waiting—but of course, the blonde took it as a stab at his stamina.
"Fuck no," he bit out, pulling a snicker from her. "Who do you think you're talkin' to?!" Bakugou playfully pushed her off of him and moved his large frame from the bed to dispose of the condom, then searched the floor for the remaining pack. Ochako couldn't help but stare at his sculpted ass as it moved around the room. He turned back once he found them, and the sight of her waiting patiently on her back, propped up on her elbows with her legs crossed, made him swallow hard.
A fucking masterpiece.
"Can't believe that idiot isn't fuckin' the shit outta you day and night," he mumbled candidly as he crawled over to her. He kissed up her thighs and stomach, stopping to massage her breasts and lick at her nipples, nipping at her collarbone and her neck once she lolled her head back. "Doesn’t deserve you one bit." He moved in to kiss her but she pushed at his lips. She was frowning, and he could tell it was serious.
"Rule one, dude." Uraraka still loved Izuku very much, and she wouldn't let anyone talk ill of him if she could help it. He'd been an exemplary boyfriend and companion, he just had a little trouble with his confidence in certain situations. Who didn't? Deserving was an understatement, as he was that and so much more.
Katsuki was bothered by her being bothered, but he nodded once in agreement and caught her soft lips in a bruising kiss as he rolled on another condom. After stroking himself a few times, he slid in without warning, giving her payback from when she sank down on him so quickly. This angle was much different, and Ochako threw her head back into the pillows with a gasp before he started a quicker pace more familiar to him. He attacked her neck and jaw with kisses and bites as he drove into her hard, hitting the spot that had her seeing the cosmos. A wild string of curses fell from her mouth that he never expected he'd hear from the brunette, so he angled there again, and again, and again as he pressed her lower stomach and slowed down, making her feel every single drag of his cock against her walls and that spot, having her damn near screaming and scratching her nails down his back. The sting that trailed after felt so good, so gratifying, as they led down to his ass, which she dug into and pulled towards her, trying to get him impossibly further in. He understood how she'd been unable to stop earlier, his thrusts constant and deep as his sweat dripped onto her from his nose. His hand slid down from her sweat-slicked stomach to press and rub at her clit, and her eyes shot down to him, full of surprise and anger as she whined.
"Fuck...Ka—" Ochako choked, having to pause to swallow her drool and gasp. "Fuck! You feel good..." Bakugou growled in response, licking and nipping her ear and wondering how she'd turned into this irresistible creature with a tantalizing mouth. "Harder...Mmn, 'm so close."
"Close to what, Sugar?" She loved the new nickname, if she was being honest, but wouldn't say the words to give him the satisfaction. "Ya gotta tell me." He grunted as he obliged her request, but made sure that, with all of the force but none of the speed, she knew exactly who was in charge here. His wide grin was glowing with mirth, and she absolutely wanted to punch him for it.
"Ngh—hah...gonna come." She clenched her teeth so she wouldn't start babbling, but that's exactly what the blonde wanted. "Hurry," she sobbed. His slow, measured thrusts weren't enough to give her the release she was pleading for, and she was on the verge of crying.
"Ask—" He was cut off by his own moan. "Ask me nicely."
"You're such a fucking—aaaah!" He pinched her nipple in retaliation, making her shake so pleasantly before he slowed his thrusts to a near stop.
He laughed lowly. "Just ask me." Slow kisses traveled up from her neck to her face, moving painfully slow and deliberately avoiding her lips. "I'll fucking give it to you right fucking now, if you beg me like a good girl."
"Please," she complied as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sounding so deserving, with tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "I want to come, please make me come, let me come, Katsuki. Please, please, pl—" He devoured any remaining words and picked up the pace, furiously pounding into that special spot relentlessly until she started convulsing and violently melted in his arms. He followed close after, the constricting of her walls not giving him much of a choice as he closed whatever space was between them for one final, deep thrust.
A third round was yearned for, but after Katsuki admitted that he’d literally die if he came that hard again, they settled for a couple of deep kisses on the lips and neck. One might not call what they sat in an afterglow, as it was mostly astonishment, just a light mist of exhausted amusement at how much they lost themselves in the throws of it.
"Oh my god, did I bite bite you?" Ochako asked as she inspected a red, broken circle on his neck when he returned from trashing the second condom.
"Yeah, ya little fuckin' mosquito." He climbed onto the bed and eased back into the pillows once again, allowing her to settle under his arm and snuggle into the heat still emitting from him. His body instinctively tensed at the proximity, but he willed himself to relax.
"Sorry," she apologized bashfully.
"S'fine." He brushed her hair over one damp shoulder, showing him the new dark patches he'd left as well. He wouldn’t tell her about those. "We're even." They laid there in oddly comfortable silence, Ochako gently walking her fingers up and down his chest and Katsuki petting her head tenderly.
She suddenly broke away from him then stood on shaky legs and walked out of the room, leaving Katsuki bewildered until she returned with two glasses of cold water. "Deku always makes me hyper-hydrate after we—" She stopped herself and handed one glass to him. "Jeez, if we can't follow rule number one, I don't know how we're gonna make this work." She gave a light chuckle and got back in bed next to him to drink.
"If you can't help talkin' about that damn dweeb, then I guess it can't be helped." He closed his eyes and shrugged then started gulping furiously. The green-bean knew what he was talking about, apparently, because the blonde was absolutely parched.
"Wow, dude, you're a dream after you've come a few times." Her soft smile was short lived, as she had to look away because watching his Adam’s apple furiously bob up and down as he chugged his water turned her on just a little too much. "So what’s our new number one gonna be? Got any ideas? If you want to keep this up, I-I mean..."
Bakugou finished the last gulp and sighed heavily, snorting at her indirect request to be fucked like that again. He didn't think he'd survive very long without it either, if he was being honest. "Yeah, I got some. You?"
"Mmhm." Ochako nodded and set their cups on the nightstand. "I have a few, too. Some we'll cover later, though." He raised his eyebrow in question at that one, but she just shook her head. "You first."
"Okay. Ya gotta be totally honest with me from now—" Uraraka lit up at the word 'honest.'
"Oh my god, yeah, yeah! I was thinking the same—" She stopped when she saw his face, irritated at being interrupted. "Sorry." She chuckled awkwardly and listened.
"From now on, I don't wanna hear shit about 'sorry I didn't tell you the whole truth Katsuki I was only thinking of myself!' I don't give a fuck. You do that again, and this is over." It probably would've sounded harsh to any other person, but Ochako had spent time with him for a significant couple of years to know what he was like, and she knew what their first batch of misunderstandings had done to him courtesy of Kirishima Consultation. He had enough trust issues as it was, and she didn’t want to add to that. Bakugou waited for her response. A simple nod. "Rule two: what we do stays between us. I don't want a bunch of idiots in my business, especially Deku. He knows as much about this as he needs to."
She didn't give an argument to that one, but narrowed her eyes as another one sprouted from it. "Fine. Rule three! Don't be a jerk to Deku!" She complained and gave him a serious look.
"Oh, come on—" He started as he sat up. She sat up too, determinedly meeting his eyes.
"I mean it! I'm not expecting you two to be frolicking through flowers or braiding each other's hair, but could you just not be so awful to him all the time? Especially when he's around?"
"RULE FOUR," He shouted, startling the brunette. "Don't bring me around when he's around, and we won't have a fuckin’ problem!"
She gave him a firm pout. "I can't guarantee that." The two stared each other down to see who would budge on the matter first. Her big eyes were an unfair weapon.
"Fucking fine! But I don't gotta act like I like him," he growled and leaned back, closing his eyes and crossing his arms behind his head.
Ochako smiled and shook her head then grabbed her phone, proceeding to go through her messages. "You couldn't even if you tried, Katsuki."
"Hah?! You wanna bet, Round Cheeks?!"
The fact that he could still be so pugnacious over anything drew a laugh from her. "Do you?" She turned to him from her phone screen and smirked. "He's coming over for dinner tonight, so if you're serious, then it's on."
The challenging smirk she gave him made him want to fuck that look off of her face, but he was in too much of a combative and irritated mood to follow through with it. He'd forgotten to even react to the information that he'd read on her phone, because he was so damn horny that as soon as she came back from downstairs, he lost all rational thought. The nerd was coming over, and Katsuki would've been gone by now if he'd remembered that; but now he wasn't going to run, he wasn't going to back down. Not from Deku.
"It's so fucking on then!" The blonde stood then stomped his naked, angry ass into the bathroom for a shower. Ochako, once again, pleasantly watched that naked, angry ass the whole way there. He continued to shout, "I’ll be a fuckin’ angel, you’ll see! You won’t even recognize me! I'll even make the damn food! I ain't eatin’ any shitty meal of his just to be nice."
"Oh, thank god," Ochako sighed to herself and stood to join him. He stopped his unintelligible shouting in the bathroom to poke out and face her as she approached the threshold.
"What was that?" He growled and towered over her to size her up threateningly.
Oh god. When Izuku comes in the chapters are gonna be way long, aren’t they?...Christ, and the smut...
C’est la vie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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