More than enough
asexual pro hero Katsuki Bakugo x high libido gn reader
Summary: figuring out a middle ground for their relationship. Both of their needs satisfied but no boundaries broken.
Cw: +18, NSFW, dom Katsuki Bakugo, sub gn reader, established relationship, a bit of degrading, no mentions of readers genitalia, a bit of angst/comfort. Probably out of character Katsuki Bakugo.
2K words - to read on ao3 here
âYou call that a plank, rookie? Thatâs patheticâ Katsuki scoffed âstart againâ he says while pushing down on your back with his foot, he wasnât even trying hard, just enough force to break your stance. His boot leaves a mark of dried mud on your shirt.
You let yourself feel the cold floor of his bedroom. You feel frustrated, tired, but you know that if you do it right, youâll get what you want. Endure until failure. Your arms feel like jello, you donât know if you can even get up from the ground. But he doesnât let you think about it.
âDonât make me repeat myself, start againâ his voice is sharp, you donât want to disappoint him, donât you?
Your arms feel like giving up, your legs tremble. Youâre covered in sweat. You get on your knees and get into plank position again.
âTch. keep your ass upâ he corrects your form putting his calloused hand under your stomach. Good form matters. He presses slightly and hums in approval.
âThatâs more like itâ he says after standing up. âHold for one minuteâ
You can keep it up, just a few more seconds and youâll get your reward. You want to be good for him, donât you? But wanting to fulfill his expectations is not enough to help your exhausted body from collapsing.
âTwenty seconds, giving up on me already?â You donât even answer. This is the third time you canât reach a full minute. Though Katsuki is harsh, he knows how much he can push you without breaking you.
âFine loser. Get upâ he says, his tone is still sharp.
You roll on your back and you look up at him, your fringe is stuck with sweat to your forehead, your breathing ragged.
âCome on, rookie, get upâ arms crossed over his chest looking at down you, his stern look falters for a second.
You get up, youâre feeling exhausted your legs tremble and so he catches you putting his arms under yours, holding you in an embrace. Youâre sticky with sweat. He doesnât mind, he presses a kiss on the top of your head.
âNot badâ he whispers.
He leads you to the bathroom and makes you sit on the toilet seat. There he had already set up the usual: water bottle, candle, lavender soap. The first part of your reward.
âDrinkâ he says handing you the water bottle, you obey, itâs crisp.
Katsuki turns on the water to run you a hot bubble bath. He checks the temperature, adds a few drops of the lavender soap and dims the bathroom lights.
âYou okay?â He asks, you nod âI didnât push you too hard did I? Was I too harsh?â His hand rubs your back soothing you.
âNo, it was fineâ you lie, you know your body will ache like hell tomorrow, but for this itâs worth it.
After two minutes or so, the bath is ready. He offers his hand to help you get up. You take it, and he slowly helps you get in the water. Holding your hand, while his other arm is ready to catch you if your legs give up. The contrast between the warm water and the cold sweat that covers your skin makes you shiver. He helps you settle you down.
Katsuki grabs a sponge and the lavender soap, he makes foam and starts to diligently cleanse your body. âArms upâ heâs still commanding, but his tone is softer. You lift your trembling arms, and he cleanses. His touch is gentle and caring, he makes sure to do it efficiently and thoroughly, like everything he does.
âYou doing okay?â He asks every couple of minutes, looking at your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod, almost almost there. After he finishes cleansing you and makes sure youâre hydrated, he asks âready?â Your heart races in anticipation, you give a short nod.
âHandsâ he demands extending his hand, you lift your hands to him. He guides your hand down to your stomach.
âTouch yourself, slowâ he holds your gaze and expects you to oblige.
Four months ago, you were giving your best at sucking your boyfriendâs cock to make him hard, but like every time since you did when you started dating, something felt off.
He just sat there on the couch, didnât make much noise. Your jaw was numb as this point from all the effort and time you put. But still, his cock was soft.
He just sat there on the couch, didnât make much noise. Your jaw was numb as this point from all the effort and time you put. But still, his cock was soft.
âSorryâ he muttered, you stopped.
âSomethingâs wrong?â You asked letting go of his cock and wiping away with the back of your hand any saliva that dripped down your chin. He shook his head.
âJust stressâ his eyes twitched and he looked away, something he always did when lying.
You were worried you were bad at it, maybe too slow? Or you used too much teeth? He was a pro hero, the best of the best, you figured he probably has had better sex before.
âBullshitâ you said and he tensed up âyou always zone out when we fuck, itâs not just stress.â
Katsuki still averts his gaze, his shoulders slump at your words. He feels cornered, he canât get out of this one lying. After all, he has used up all the excuses he could think of: stress, worried about patrol, some rookie fucked up doing a reckless show off move instead of prioritizing evacuating civilians. By then, he expects you to think something is wrong with you, itâs only natural to come up with that sort of conclusion. But heâs scared of telling you the truth, he feels broken. How can he tell his partner, who deserves everything that he doesnât like sex, never did, never will.
He knows sex is important to you, because he sees the fire in your eyes, the longing. The way you look at him when youâre trying your best to please him, but he doesnât whimper, moan, doesnât even grunt. He knows you hold back, that you yearn for him to be all over you. You have told him before that you have a high libido, that sometimes it makes you feel insane when you donât fuck or touch yourself for a few days.
âKats? Talk to me, please?â You plead and your voice cracks. He decides itâs best to be honest, you deserve that much.
âI donât.. like this, it feels⌠weirdâ he says and when your eyes get wet immediately he curses himself mentally, he wasnât the best with words. He quickly corrects himself âsex itself, not you. Youâre perfect.â
âYou donât like sexâ you repeat, not a question just trying to process it.
âNo, I donâtâ he says quietly.
âBut⌠you have been forcing yourself, this whole time?â You ask, he braces for rejection.
âI want to make you happy, you deserve betterâ he says âyou deserve a boyfriend that can get hard and fuck your brains out.
âDude, noâ you stand up and start walking around in circles, like you always do when you need to figure something out. He pulls a pillow to cover his soft cock. Not because he doesnât want you to see him, but because he feels vulnerable about facing this conversation. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI didnât want to disappoint youâ he mutters, clenching his fists to focus on something else.
âI donât want you to force yourself, thatâs no good, Katsukiâ your voice cracks âyouâve been forcing yourself to do something that makes you feel like shit for me, but havenât you think that I donât want you to suffer?â
He looks up at you, he doesnât know what to say but sorry. You sigh, frustrated because heâs apologizing for being himself.
Silence settles in.
âDo you like masturbating? Kissing? Cuddling? What about romance, do you love me romantically?â you ask all at once after thinking it for a few minutes.
âI do love you, a lotâ he says rushed, he doesnât want you to think he doesnât. âand yeah kissing and cuddling itâs fine. Itâs just sex, masturbating all of thatâ youâre not crying or yelling, so he feels a bit more calm, but canât help his bottom lip from trembling âit makes me feel⌠emptyâ.
âWeâll find a way around thisâ you caress his cheek with your thumb. And he pulls you onto his lap burying his face in the crook of your neck. Tight. Desperate, relief. Youâre not pushing him away, thatâs good.
Itâs not like you donât mind at all, that you could live without intimacy. No, itâs important to you. But the love you have for Katsuki is greater, so you promise him you both will figure something out.
After taking a week or so to think about how you both could get a way around it, all the research you did online, gave you an idea. You run it by Katsuki while he was chopping vegetables for a soup. Leaning on the countertop of the kitchen island.
âWould you hate it to talk to me and watch while I touch myself?â You ask, he stops chopping but doesnât look at up.
âI wouldnât hate it. As long as you don't expect me to engage in itâ he resumes his chopping.
âWhat counts as engaging?â You ask, fidgeting with your hands. You know now heâs asexual, but you donât exactly know which his boundaries would be. You havenât asked until now.
âTouching you, each other or touching myself. Kissing is okayâ Katsuki says.
âBut could you talk to me while I do it?â You repeat.
âI guess. What do you want me to say?â He leaves the knife on the table and turns to look at you, hands gripping the counter to release the stress this conversation brings.
âYou like bossing people around, right? At work and during trainingâ you state and he nods âmaybe that could work? And some praise if Iâm good at doing what you say?â
âYou want me to insult you?â He asks a bit amused. âAre you sure?â
âA little, only until Iâve gained my prize. Iâm sureâ you answer, hopeful.
âI could do thatâ he says after a minute. He doesnât hate the idea. He likes being in control, giving orders. And if itâs a way of you both to have some type of intimacy that doesnât fully involve him, thatâs okay.
So by now you two have settled into this little ritual, intimate enough for you, but not crossing any of his boundaries. He exhausts you training you till failure or as close to failure as possible. Heâs harsh and will call you pathetic, loser and push your limits just enough so you wonât break. But after heâs satisfied with your effort, he will run a bath for you, cleanse you and instruct you to touch yourself. Heâs still in charge of the rhythm but his words are of praise.
âYouâre doing so good for meâ he kisses your forehead as you touch yourself slowly. Heâs sitting at the edge of the bath tub, got his shirt damp but he doesnât care about that now. You gasp.
âFasterâ you speed up right away, your face is flushed and he looks how desperate and pathetic you look. âStopâ your hand lingers, you donât stop fully. His tone is a bit stern again âhandsâ he commands again and you lift both your hands above water.
âDonât be a bratâ he says but his tone isnât annoyed, itâs playful âkeep goingâ. You resume as soon as he says that.
âGood keep goingâ he sees you tensing up after a few seconds, youâre close. But itâs no fun if you cum right away, right? So he says âyouâre not allowed to cum yetâ his thumb runs along your bottom lip, you stop, you were so fucking close.
You feel seen, cared for, even if he doesnât engage and never will, more than with words and kisses. His devotion and care while doing so, fills you up. Itâs more than enough for you.
