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The rough and tight ropes continued to tighten around your wrists as you moved around. The sun rays shone down from the circle window, causing you to realize that you are drifting away from home even further.

Everything happened so fast that the next thing you knew is that you are now tied up and thrown in a cage.

Curses! You just wanted to stroll around the village, wanting to take the time off from all the stress in the ocean. This was a normal occurrence to you — walking on land. However, all changed when those blast pirates got to you before you reached the ocean to transform into a mermaid.

Mermaids have the ability to have legs, as long as they are the descendants of the Serenia Clan. This clan is a conduit of magic from the Great Sorceress. It was this magic caused them to have legs when they are not in the water. You were a member of that clan. Because of that, your hydrokinesis are a bit more superior than the rest.

You, merfolk, were a secrecy — a hidden mystery in the depths of the ocean. Atlantis, once a city of above, became a city for sea creatures like you. King Octavius, current ruler of this city, became known for annihilating the sons and daughters of the Serenia Clan.

What was once a proud and prosperous clan became the prey out of fear. His fear for the creatures of land to know of their existence overpowered him. His royal guard was sent to kill every single descendant of the Serenia Clan. Because of this, the once proud clan was forced into hiding.

Hours turned to days, the tight ropes began to numb your ankles and wrists. Not to mention, your body is starting to miss the feel of the ocean clashing as you swim down the depths.

During your stay, you learned that this was the ship of the infamous pirate crew, the AshFang Vane, the pirates who ruled the Northern Markets. You heard from your merfolk friends that the Captain was a real nightmare, a demon itself. He was known to be a ruthless captain who terrorized anyone who came into his path.

That captain? His name is Bakugo Katsuki — the devil itself.

The night came, only a few lanterns were lit up in the hall of cages. The sound of loud and happy cheers emitted from above, indicating a party. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Their loud stomps caused dusts from the woods to fall on top of them. Soon, you begin to hear roars of laughters which causes you to roll your eyes.

Soon, loud footsteps echoed the room, causing you to pretend to sleep. With one eye slowly opening, you saw a yellow-haired with one single black strand with a bulky red haired guy.

“Capt’n sure did get a whole lotta them,” Yellow-haired stated.

“Aye, it’s all part of the plan after all…all this for a trade with that fucking bastard,” Red haired replied, looking around the cage with a guilty look.

“Cheer up, mate,” Yellow haired slapped his back. “Them girls were looking up again at the party, aye? Even the Capt’n brought in one girl to his chambers already. Bet they gunna have a good ol’ night!”

Red haired smiled, slapping his back in return, causing the two to laugh as they went back up to the dock.

You opened your eyes, looking at door they just exited with disgust and a bit of curiosity. Mating in mermaids is a tad different from humans. Sexual intercourse was not a method to create a child, but the bond of the souls and mind between two mermaids is what creates a child.

Soon, a series of screams erupted from above, alerting you instantly and the other prisoners. The scent of gunpowder overflowed your nasal cavity. Soon, you heard a familiar eerie yet beautiful sounds from the ocean. Your eyes widen in horror, knowing what they are….Sirens.

Sirens and Mermaids are two different creatures with a lot of similarities. Both creatures have beautiful voices, but merfolk use them benevolently while Sirens utilized it to gain food.

“Don’t just fucking stand there like barnacles! Fire!” You heard a loud roar from above, causing you to tug into the ropes faster.

You need to escape fast. Mermaids and Sirens are sworn enemies. If the two clash, a bloody fight can happen. In terms of strength, sirens are stronger, but have no powers. Even with powers, you won’t stand a chance in a sea of sirens, you will be ripped apart if you don’t escape now.

“Ready yer swords, lads! A bloody fight is gunna happen!” Another scream from above.

“By the devil’s beard, what the hell is that in the water!”

“Is that….a mermaid?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance, looking really offended with that statement. Never in a million years should they compare a mermaid with a fucking siren. That’s just so low! Mermaids and sirens are very much two different species.

Once the ties loosen up, you began to run to the door. You found a nail sticking out in the side so you got it to pick the lock. Wails and pleads from behind from your fellow prisoners, begging you to release them as well. With a kind heart, you did help them untangled the knots, and they all escaped the cage.

You quickly ran upstairs, revealing a huge fight between the Sirens and Pirates. A low eerie wail echoed in the thunderstorm, looking up you saw another Siren soaring in the sky.

Another difference between mermaids and sirens is that sirens are not merfolk, but birds.

“HEY! The prisoners!” Someone yelled, causing everyone to shift their attention to us.

“RUSH IN, LADS!” A pirate pointed a sword at us, causing a swarm of them to run towards us.

You managed to dodge every single of them. Your body clashed at the edge of the ship, the pain in your pelvis and stomach made you groan. The pupils of your eyes stared at the dark eerie ocean, the strong waves made the waters terrifying to even leap in. With a deep breath, you were ready to jump into the ocean, but a hand roughly grabbed your wrist. You flinched in pain from the tightness and turned around to only have your eyes widen.

“Not so fast, lil’ guppy,” He grunted with arrogance.

Bakugo Katsuki…there he was, standing in front of you with his bulky and tall figure covering your body. His eyes stared down at you with grit and fury. The sword on his other hand was bloody with residue of the flesh of sirens. His arms even had scratches from its claws, and some cuts on his face and chest.

When he noticed that you weren’t thrashing on him, he chuckled, “What’s d’matter, gups? Terrified?” He tugged into your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You returned his cocky comment with a snarl.

He looked amused at first then turned back on his team mates, “OI! Round ‘em all rats back to that damn cage! If one resists, break their fucking legs,” He barked with zero patience as he held you tighter, holding you closer to his rock hard body.

However, a loud screech dominated the sky, and a siren began accelerating its movements towards us. As soon as it bumped us, you and Bakugo fell down the ship.

“CAPTAIN!” His crew members screamed.

Meanwhile, you immediately shifted your legs to your majestic tail. As soon as you hit the water, you were immediately attacked by a siren. One after the other, each siren kept lodging into the water, hoping they can attack you. However, your hydrokinesis attacked them with ease, the command of the ocean never failed you.

You were about to swim the hell out till you heard Bakugo struggling to fight while keeping his breath. Turning around, you saw him fighting the sirens with ease, but he was struggling to breathe.

That’s when you know that you need to make a decision…

To leave him or

— to save him

You calculated the possibilities and concluded that it’s safer to be with the pirates than navigate through the ocean alone to find home. You never been this far from home before, and you know how dangerous the ocean is. There’s always danger lurking in every corner. At least with the pirates, you can still trick them as they have consciousness.

Without hesitation, you swam towards the pirate while annihilating the siren in front of him. Bakugo pointed his sword at me, trying to see if you’re foe or not. You gently touched his hand, articulating that you are not an enemy. His tensed eyes soften a bit, lowering his sword a bit then stared at you for a while.

Bakugo looked at you like an ethereal being sent by the gods. Everything happened in slow motion; your hair danced beautifully in the water, and your majestic tail shone under the moon, the scales flickered, reflecting the light a bit on his eyes. Everything about you left Bakugo at awed. He had his share with women, but you were in a whole new level of ethereal and beautiful.

Soon, he began choking, signaling that he is loosing air. You panicked so you swam a bit forward to his face. With gentle hands, you grab his face then lock his lips with yours. The hydorkinesis is gathering all the water from his body, replacing it with air for him to breathe again.

You tried to pull away once he can breathe again, but he grabbed your neck and pressed his lips into yours hungrily. Your eyes widen in shock, feeling the grip on your neck getting tighter. You tried swimming away, but he held your head in place as he would angle your face to kiss you deeper.

The hand on your neck glide down to your spine, tracing them sensually, causing you to gasped in shock. Bakugo immediately lock his lips again with yours, sliding both of his hands on your waist, caressing your soft flesh before tugging you closer.

You had enough so you grabbed his hair and pulled him away. You expected an annoyed expression, but his face displayed a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes then looked up in the ocean surface. You grabbed his collar, swimming up so that he can breathe with authentic air.

Once your heads are out of the water, Bakugo lets out a loud gasped, gathering the oxygen needed for his lungs. His body then collapsed against you, causing a panic to submerged within you, worrying that he might be hurt again.

Your head turns around and grabbed his cheek instinctively. “Are you alright?” You spoke for the first time to him, attempting to lift his head to check any injuries, but he ended up chuckling.

“Damn baby,” He chuckled while panting heavily. “Yer voice sounds like heaven, it’s pissing me off.”

He lifted his head then looked straight into your eyes, “Never even had an underwater kiss, gups,” He smirked, leaning his body more against yours.

You rolled your eyes, “I stand corrected…you are not alright, there’s something wrong with your brain, pirate,” You pushed his face away, causing him to chuckle.

“Didn’t hear ya complanin’, gups. Yer reactions were adorable to play with,” A tired grin went across his face, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

You scoffed, “Me attempting to pull away from your vulgar mouth is adorable?”

He chuckled, leaning more into your body and purred in your ear, “If my mouth so vulgar, you could’ve blast me with your powers, but yer didn’t.”

Your head turned to him with quivering eyes. “You filty animal! The audacity to woo me with your words while your crew is fighting the sirens above!”

“Well then, gups, give this vulgar mouth a lift?” He asked with a pleading yet mocking tone.

“That was the plan!” You yelled in annoyance, channeling your energy to the surrounding waters. A circle of bubbles surrounded you and Bakugo inside. Your pupils glowed in a clockwise motion as the water lifted you two up to his tall ass ship. You two landed on the edge of his ship, causing his members to look in shock.

“Tell your crew to hold onto something, pirate,” You instructed him, morphing your tail into your human legs. The crew watched in disbelief, mouths wide and whispers occurred amongst them all.

Bakugo snarled in annoyance, growling in response, “What’re yer standing there like fucking rats?!? Move yer motherfucking asses!”

His loud roar caused the crew to snap back to reality. Everyone immediately grabbed into something while Bakugo stayed close to you. You placed your hands on the floor, calling out for the ocean for aid to lift the ship up to another area where no Sirens can reach them.

The ocean heeded your command. Blue veins appeared on your arms and face, your eyes glowed brightly as the ship is lifted up in the air with the aid of water. The sirens roared in annoyance, circling around the thunderstorm as they soared away from the ship.

Once the coast is clear, you gently placed the ship back on the ocean. With a heavy thud on the ocean, you collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. That was the heaviest object you’ve lifted with your hydrokinesis. You felt numb, and have no strength to attack the crew if they do attack.

“Ain’t that disappointing. I thought creatures like you is powerful as fuck,” Bakugo stated as if it’s a fact.

Your eye twitched in annoyance, “Motherfucker, I just lifted your damn ship and saved your ass and your crew.”

“Just teasin’, gups,” He grinned, squatting down to look at you closer.

“Your timing to tease is impeccable..” You commented, attempting to sit up. Suddenly, his hand grabbed yours and helped you to stand up from the ground. He did it with such gentleness, you forgot that he is a ruthless pirate.

“You’ve got guts, lil’ guppy. I’ll give ya that,” He praised, bowing slightly to offer his thanks. His other crew members followed his example and bow down to you.

“I-It’s nothing…” You blushed, not used to the praise. Back at your home, a praise is a rare thing since all praises must go with the King. It was a stupid rule he implemented when he ascended to the throne.

“So is she gonna be traded off?” Someone from the crowd said so loudly, breaking the benevolent silence.

“Kaminari!” A female voice yelled, slapping him in return. A loud “ow” followed afterwards, causing nearby crew to chuckle.

“A trade?” You asked, wanting to know what she’s up against.

Bakugo’s eyes stiffen, glaring at you. “None of yer damn business.”

“It became my damn business the moment you kidnapped me and saves all of your asses, so what is this trade?”

“Ya deaf, fishface? I said stay outta it,” He grunted, stepping closer to me, overtowering my small height with his.

“I saved your life once, and I can take it away in a second, asshole,” You stepped forward too, trying to establish dominance even with your tiny height.

“WOAH NOW!” A red haired went in between us, separating us with his arms stretching out. “Now, let us think this calmly and carefully, yeah?”

“Bakugo…I mean Capt’n, we can use her for us to get your mother back from that asshole, you know? Her powers will give us a great advantage,” The red haired stated, placing one hand on his captain’s shoulders

“Say what now?” You asked in an offended voice.

Kirishima turned around and sighed, “Hi…I’m Kirishima Eijiro,” He approached me slowly. “And it’s not like that.”

“Uhh, pretty sure it is like that?!! You just claimed that you will use me?!” You yelled a bit, backing up from the both of them. “This was a mistake, I should have never been involved…”

Those words made Bakugo alerted, walking towards you slowly. He had the idea that you’ll leave the ship, which you almost did. Your attempt could’ve been successful if Bakugo didn’t immediately throw you over his shoulders, causing you to punch his back vigorously.

“Unhand me, pirate!” You yelled, thrashing around his shoulders. Bakugo rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in annoyance so he slapped your ass. The loud slap made you hiccuped a bit, causing your face to turn red in embarrassment. The laughters of the pirates just deepened your embarrassment.

The blond pirate opened the door to his chambers. You continued to thrash around, not used to be manhandled like this. Bakugo had enough, he opened the door harshly with his foot and threw you to a bed. The throw caused you to bounce a bit.

He crossed his arms and stood in front of me then exclaimed, “Listen here, shitty guppy, me mates and I’s trader asked us to bring specific things. One was the people for some other trade or sumthin’, but he was fixated on this treasure deep in the eye of the storm. All this an exchange for my old lady and old man.”

“Let me guess, pirate, you want me to join to help your crew navigate the waters then in exchange, you’ll bring me back home?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning backwards with your hands down the mattress.

He smirked, “What a smart lil’ guppy.”

“What an annoying ass pirate.”

•| ☽༓☾ |•

Fast forward, you did agree to help them with their treasure hunt mission. The pirates, mostly Bakugo, explained the whole situation. It turns out that this nasty bastard trader has Bakugo’s parents hostage. The trader’s goal was to make Bakugo work for him to obtain a treasure in the Eye of the Storm.

During your time with the crew, you were cultured shocked with everything they do. They are rough, rowdy, and loud, especially in their small parties. Although they were different, you were quite intrigued with the new surroundings. It’s not your usual calm and poise surroundings. This new scenery was an exhilarating experience.

You spent most of your time in the Captain’s headquarters, studying and working with Bakugo about the safe routes and passage in the sea. You aided him with many of his planning and decision process. Meanwhile, Bakugo loved the idea of working with you. The latter would subconsciously follow you around with his eyes. You slowly begin to become the center of his attention. It’s like his mind is now all about you.

Bakugo would tease you, talk with you, scream at you, but he would always run back to you. You already witnessed every side of him that you actually began to slowly care for him. Everything he has done left you a strange loud beating in your chest. Your heart uncontrollably keeps on pouncing quickly whenever he is around.

A month has passed, and you were still sailing in the sea with the crew. It’s been 1 week since we landed on an island to stock up food and supplies. As the night fell, you decided to take a stroll outside. You grabbed the lantern on the table and began to walk to the dock.

The dock was quiet — no loud music, no loud crew, no loud making out scenes, no nothing, just peace.

You walked at the side of the ship, placing the lantern on the ground and stared at the ocean. You closed your eyes, feeling the cold breeze onto your skin, smelling the fresh ocean fragrance, and imagining swimming down in the moon shining waters.

Suddenly, you felt a blanket drifted on your shoulders. You immediately turned around to see Bakugo. He stood there majestically, shirt unbuttoned, chest glistening under the moonlight, his sword hanging by his side.

“Don’t try swimmin’ away now, lil’ guppy. I’ll just chase you down all over again,” He teased, walking to the place beside me.

“Don’t you ever get tired of teasing?” You just had to ask, wrapping the blanket closer to you, embracing the heat.

“With you? Never,” He whispered with no hesitation.

Your heart fluttered again, this feeling again…the feeling that only he can make you feel. The redness in your cheeks only deepened as your heart beats faster. The beats of your heart was louder than the waves.

“Finally gettin’ used to the crew?” He asked, his back leaning towards the edge of the ship. His arms were crossed, ruffling up his white loose shirt.

You chuckled, “I still can’t believe you all thought that pearls came from mermaids’ teeth.” You poked his arms teasingly, causing him to chuckle.

“That was Dunce Face’s idea, don’t drag me to that shit.”

“His story too good, I almost believe it for a sec,” You giggled, remembering how Kaminari told his pearl story to you. The fact all pirates believed that theory was just a hilarious moment. You had to dive down the sea to grab a real-life pearl for them to see.

“Glad to know me crew’s treatin’ ya well, gups.”

You looked at him for a second, noticing how calm he looks. Usually when you two are in his headquarters, he would have that fierce and intimidating demeanor. Not that it bothered you or anything, it’s just a new look to you.

With a soft blush, you looked back at the ocean, watching as the moonlight reflected on the sea. You can see some fishes circling around the waters. Bakugo gazed at you with admiration. His eyes watched your eyes glow from the moonlight, prominently displaying your orbs. Your hair, shiny as the treasures in Davey Jones’s locker, highlighted beautifully under the light.

Then suddenly, Bakugo’s hands moved your hair to the side, tucking it behind your ear. You flinched a bit, feeling the tips of his rough fingers brushing up your ear.

You turned around to face him, looking at him with shocked eyes as his red orbs stared deep into you, so intense that you almost looked away.

“You’re so damn beautiful, gups…so ethereal...” He with a soft serenade. His fingertips traveled to your cheeks, tracing every flesh while you turned red.

“B-Bakugo…I-I…” You stuttered, but he continued to caress your cheeks so softly that your stomach turned. Your cheeks continued to scorch in embarrassment, hence, looking away was an option for you.

Bakugo noticed so he slowly brought himself closer to you. His other hand began to wrap around your waist, holding you in place. This action caused you to whimper and flinch, not used to the intimacy. When you try to back away, he would hold you tighter.

“W-What are you trying to achieve, pirate?” You asked with such a soft tone, holding onto the blanket even tighter.

“Yer smart, gups, ya know what I want,” Bakugo whispered, his rough hands caressed your hip dips softly.

You shook your head. “W-We can’t…Y-You’re h-human….I’m a mermaid…” A hand was placed on his chest. “….our laws don’t align….” You gathered the strength to push him away.

“I-I’m sorry…” You sniffled, turning around to walk away, but his bulky arms wrapped around your waist. A loud gasp left your lips, your body tensing from the tight hold. He held you so tightly that the only separating you two are the clothes.

“Ya sure we can’t?” He purred lowly, using one hand to stabilize you in position while the other moved your hair to one side of the shoulder, revealing your bare neck.

“W-We can’t—” You whimpered loudly when his lips kissed your neck. You fell forward, but his arms held you in place. Your lower body pressed more into his. Your thighs squeezed tight while your toes curled.

“B-Bakugo…” You stuttered shyly.

“Ya talk about laws, sweetheart, but I’m infamous for breaking them,” He whispered to your ear with a rough yet soft tone. Your legs quivered immediately from his voice. His other hand wrapped around your neck softly, using his fingers to turn your chin towards him.

“Give in, [Name], I know you want this as much as me…” He leaned in a bit, staring at your teary eyes. You sank more into his arms, listening to how your name left his mouth. Never in a million years that you would hear your name so sensually and lovingly.

You just stayed in place as he leaned in more. Little by little, your lips touched his. Your stomach exploded, the adrenaline traveled quickly around you. Bakugo expertly moved his mouth against yours, his hands travel to your cheek, caressing it with care.

You subconsciously turned around to face him, placing your hands to his chest. Bakugo gasped against your mouth when your hands traveled up to his neck, tugging him closer while kissing him hungrily.

There was a sudden switch inside him — a hunger that he never knew existed.

With a low growl, Bakugo suddenly bent down, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. A sudden gasp left your mouth when he placed you on top of the edge of the ship. The gap between you continued to decrease, his cock practically knocking on your pussy.

The blanket that was once on your shoulders was long gone. The wind carried it away while your hair and nightgown danced with the cold breeze. Bakugo traced your spinal cord gently, causing you to arch and whimper. The latter took the opportunity to insert his tongue.

Your eyes widen in shock, never experiencing this. You tried pulling away, but his fingers squeezed your hips before tugging it closer to him. Your thighs began to shake, feeling his tongue devouring you like a damn shark. Holy shit. His hands travel up to your breasts, squeezing them together.

You gasped loudly, holding the wooden edge tightly. You back arched, popping your chest out more. His rough hands were nowhere near gentle — he toyed with your tits firm, feeling the softeness of your breasts.

He suddenly pulled away, leaving a string of saliva in between. “If I don’t stop, I’ll…” He groaned, sensing the tight and painful feeling on his pants.

You breathed heavily, chest moving up and down vigorously. “I-It’s okay….I trust you,” You gasped for air, caressing his neck while looking at him with trust.

“Ya ‘ont understand…once I bring you to my headquarters, yer not leaving till this…” His fingers squeezed your breasts softly. “…is filled with my marks…”

His fingertips touched your neck, “…your neck all bruised up from my hands…”

“And, fuckkk, this? His hands travelled up your thighs, pushing away your nightgown and stopped near your aching pussy. “gunna make this pretty pussy be coated with my cum.”

You bit your lower lip then looked up at him with need. A peck on the lips was given to him, indirectly confirming that you want this. “C’mon pirate,” You whispered to his ear.

“Make your dream into a reality…”

Bakugo Katsuki snapped.

He threw you over his shoulders, carrying you rapidly and quickly to his headquarters. His foot kicked his door opened, dragging you inside immediately. He knocked the door closed with his foot as he threw you on his bed.

As soon as you got in the bed, he immediately devoured your mouth. His mouth skillfully opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. While he gobbled your mouth, his hands grabbed your thighs, bringing them to his waist. This action exposed your legs more, his hands slid down till they reached your undies.

He growled in the kiss, his eyes sharpen in arousal. The pirate wasted no time and removed your undies, revealing a long string of wetness from your pussy to your panties. Your face blushed, realizing how wet you are. As a mermaid, you’ve never experienced this biological phenomenon.

Out of embarrassment, you immediately covered your face and legs. With a chuckle, he immediately requested with a growl, “Look at me, sweetheart.” He gruffed with much dominance, your entire body shook from it. Your heart began to beat faster than ever. With shaking hands, you slowly revealed your eyes to him.

Suddenly, a lightning flash from outside emitted, creating a light that shadowed his face, emphasizing his red orbs and the mouth thats licking your fluid. You shivered at the sight. He’s sucking and licking the wetness of my panties in front of me. The heat on your face traveled down to your shoulders, feeling shy and aroused at the sight.

“Ya taste like the sea….salt and sin, lil guppy,” He smirked, licking the fluid that traveled down his forearm. His eyes still locked with me, staring and analyzing my expressions.

“W-Wait that’s d-dirty…” You tried reasoning out, but a deep chuckle left his mouth.

“Dirty?” He grinned. “What’s so dirty ‘bout sumthin’ delicious, sweetheart?” He traced your wet panties to his chest then down his clothed cock. He teased himself, circling your panties at the tip of his dick.

Your eyes gazed at him with a look and feeling unfamiliar to you, perhaps arousal…?

Soon, he unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants to spring his huge cock free. It bounced a bit, the moonlight emphasized the veins and hardness of his cock. You stared with arousal and curiosity, seeing a dick for the first time. You reached out to touch it, but he immediately pinned your hands on top of you.

“Gettin’ handsy, are we, gups?” He grinned, his eyes piercing through you.

Now, your night gown rode up to your stomach, exposing your pool of wetness dripping down from your pussy to your thighs. You gasped in embarrassment, your entire body shook with your eyes wide. Bakugo licked his lips, his body twitched in excitement.

He pressed his entire body down, flattening his hips towards yours. His cock lined perfectly on your pussy folds. Your eyes shivered in arousal and nervousness, you can feel the hardness and texture of his cock. His cock…it’s so big and veiny. The anatomy of it fascinated you, but that fascination turned into arousal.

“Would ya look at that…” Bakugo chuckled deeply. “…your pussy folds are sucking me real good, babe,” He groaned, rolling his hips slowly, yearning to feel your juices coating his cock.

Your body twitched at his words, wide eyes staring at him out of embarrassment and arousal. The heat of your cheeks traveled to your shoulders, reddening them. As a result, you just had to look away.

“Eyes on me, lil guppy, ‘m bout to wreck you stupid…” The tip of his cock rubbed your sensitive folds slowly, “…so stupid that the entire ocean will be on your enchantment.”

His finger slowly entered you, making you gasped. He watched you hitched violently, the way your body reacted around his finger only made him moan lowly. “Ya feeling alright?” He asked, trying to remind himself thats its your first time.

“[Name], look at me,” He growled, wanting your eyes locked into his as his finger fucks you.

He slowly moved his finger, your back arched in the new feeling, your toes curled and your hands gripping the sheets above. Bakugo watched his finger disappearing inside you, his urge to taste you suddenly rose. More juices emitted from your pussy, placing a heavy coat around his fingers.

His mouth followed, flattening his tongue against your pussy. You let out a sound you never thought you could make. The sudden pleasure overwhelmed you, hence, you tried pushing his head away. “W-Wait, p-please..!” You moaned loudly, feeling his tongue licking your folds.

His tongue was hot, eager and so good. You couldn’t hold back your voice, you began moaning louder. His finger curled inside you, eyes widen in pleasure, teeth gritting and thighs squeezing his head.

Bakugo groaned, his jaw clenching from the taste of sin — it was fucking delicious. His tongue roamed around your labia, and he pressed your clit with pressure, causing you to jolt. His mouth salivated more, needing more of you. Without any warning, his tongue entered you.

Your pupils shrunk, feeling a wet sensation entering your body. Bakugo twitched in pleasure, feeling and tasting more of your juices. He began to roughly use his tongue inside you. At the same time, another finger entered you.

Holy fuck, his fingers are just as good as his tongue.

You can feel the thickness of his fingers. You can only mewl from the feeling. His fingers curled suddenly again inside you, hitting that particular spot that made your back arched. He suddenly also spread your walls with his fingers, allowing his tongue to insert deeper. Your hands suddenly gripped his hair again while moaning loudly.

“K-Katsuki! Something’s coming..!”

“Let it out, lil’ guppy, do it for me,” He groaned, flicking your pussy with his tongue with eagerness.

You really attempted to push his head away from your pussy, but he was just so strong even for a mermaid like you. His response to your cute attempts was pulling your hips up in the air, only your upper body pressed down. With that, he dove his tongue deep into you. He hugged your waist, manhandling you tightly to ensure you won’t move a lot.

Suddenly, he used his free hand to rub your clit. Another scream emitted from you, gripping his forearm from pleasure. He rubbed your clit either in circles or sideways. Bakugo slurped all your juices as he toyed with your walls.

With that, you came in his mouth.

Holy shit. Bakugo almost came too. This was so fucking hot. Your cum mixed with your juices is like a 5-star meal. He began sucking and licking you dry, overstimulating your pussy more. He definitely did not want to miss a single drop of your cum.

“S-Stop..! ‘oo much! Too much!” You begged with a stammer.

After he was done, he lowered your legs down, finally making you take a breather — or so you thought…

Bakugo ripped your night gown, the force to rip them open made your breast bounce in the process. His calloused hands groped them immediately, making you whimper. “Always wanted to touch these tits bare, fuckkk, look how soft they are.”

He jiggled them together, trying to see how them bounce. His cock twitched violently at the sight of your perky nipples. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes for a bit to feel more of the sensation. Your hands somewhat found its way to his wrists that’s groping your breasts. Bakugo loved how you reacted to him, he responded by flicking one of your nipples, which made you jolt a bit.

He immediately leaned down, capturing one of your nipples. His tongue circled around it, wetting and sucking them. While his tongue toyed with one nipple, his hand would pull and flick your other nipple. Now, your breasts is filled with his bite marks, hickeys, and saliva. You can feel your pussy twitching, more slick run down your thighs. Your mouth let out a small mewl from the sensation.

It was too much…too erotic…too fucking good.

With a loud pop, Bakugo lifted his head from your breasts. He saw how you panted heavily, your mouth swollen, your eyes filled with tears and you cheeks red. His eyes darkened while his jaw clenched. This sight of you…Bakugo wanted nothing more but to stick his cock inside you as he rutted you like a mad dog. But fuck, he also wanted to devour you slowly.

His tongue began to trace the valley of your breasts then to your neck. You let out a breathy moan when his teeth sank down to your flesh. He began sucking and biting your neck, trying to make visible marks for everyone to see. Soon, he traced his lips to your jawline, stimulating you even further.

His hands held your jaw, directing your face to his direction then he crashed his lips into yours. His tongue licked your swollen lip, he was tracing them like an artist on paper. You responded by opening your mouth slightly, his tongue invaded your mouth immediately. Both of your tongue fought like pirates in training. His tongue twisted inside your mouth, establishing dominance with your tongue.

Soon, he pulled back, leaving a long string of saliva connecting you two.

He leaned back, putting his hand at the back of his shirt. He slowly removed it, giving you a show of his rock hard abs. Your eyes scanned the scar on his chest, it made you curious yet the sight of it made the atmosphere even more erotic. His abs clenched slightly, some visible veins can be seen in the area near his cock. “W-Woah…” You thought as your heart raced, your cheeks deepened in color as you studied how hot he looks right now.

Bakugo chuckled, “What’s wrong, gups? Wanna put yer hands on me?” He pushed his hair back, enhancing his hot expression.

“Sorry, babe, ya can touch me another time. My cock aches for your pussy right now.” He used his hand to align his dick in your pussy. You could feel the thick pressure of the fat tip trying to enter.

Your entire jolted, subconsciously moving back a bit when it forced itself in. Bakugo responded by holding your hips tighter and pulled you closer.

Your body shuddered. “H-Hurts..! ‘t hurts!” Tears fell down your eyes, feeling a bit more of his tip opening you up. “Y-You’re too b-big..!!”

“I’m sorry, baby, just deal with it a bit more. Ya want my cock, right?” Bakugo groaned, holding your hips tighter.

You can only nod your head, your chest panted heavily as your hands gripped the sheets above your head. Bakugo waited a bit more, analyzing your face to see if he could insert more of his dick. Soon, he slowly entered more of his cock inside you. Your body arched in the process, feeling your virgin walls just breaking down. His cock was thick and veiny, you can feel every inch of his cock, and it really hurts.

— just where is the pleasure the humans keep bragging about?!!

Bakugo leaned down, his lips tracing the marks of your neck. “My fucking god, you’re so damn sexy. You’ll be a good girl for me, ain’t that right? You’ll allow me to sink my cock so fucking deep inside you, yeah?”

You shivered at his words, nodding immediately. Bakugo grinned softly, kissing your jawline before whispering, “Atta girl.”

With one last push, Bakugo finally is fully inside you.

He threw his head back, his face tingled as the blush on his cheeks reddened. He gritted his teeth from this sensation — you were so tight…he couldn’t even move as he pleased. Fucking shit. You are sucking him real good. He wanted to cum. Oh yes, he did. But he managed to hold back for you.

Meanwhile, your eyes went wide, mouth opening with saliva running down at the side of your mouth. Your back arched again, which only emphasized the girth of his cock.

“Damn, baby, ya squeezing me like a good girl. Holy shit, you’re killing me,” Bakugo groaned, using his thumb to massage your stomach. His thumbs traced the way his cock positioned inside you. He placed pressure too, stimulating you further. You screamed, attempting to pull back while pushing his hand away.

He grinned, pressing your stomach more. “Ya feel that? My thick cock resting below this flesh. Fuckkk, you could even see how it is. Yer so tiny, baby, it’s so fucking adorable.”

You stuttered. “W-Why you gotta be s-so b-big…” Your thighs shivered around his waist, chest still panting heavily from the stretch.

Bakugo’s eyes darkened again, his hands tightening around your hips. He wanted nothing more but to ram his cock inside you. He can already imagine how your face would shift from pain to pleasure. He can imagine how your boobs would move frantically from the force of his thrusts. He can imagine how your hands would touch his body, gripping, groping and scratching it. Fucking yes, he would want that. You can use your claws to scratch him for all he cares, just fucking mark him.

“[Name],” He growled, your body jolted at the way your name sounded when he left his lips. “I’m gonna move..fuck…ya ready?”

Your body trembled, teary eyes stared deep into his eyes and nodded slowly with a mewl. “G-Go on…” You put your hands up, opening your arms to him, almost as if asking for a hug. “Give it to me, K-Katsuki…”

Bakugo’s body shruddered, fuck, his name sounded so good from your lips. He gotta hear more of it, and he will make sure of it. He pulled his hips back for a bit and slowly sank inside you. His hips stuttered, his abs clenched from the pleasure. He repeated this action, trying to make your walls used to his huge size.

Your eyes closed tightly while your feet curled through the sheets. It hurts a bit since this is your first time after all. Your eyes opened slightly to see Bakugo’s state, and it made your walls clenched around his cock. Right now, Bakugo’s eyes were also clenched close, his hands gripping your thighs, his nails digging right in the flesh. His body was coated with sweat while a deep blush was on his cheeks.

Suddenly, Bakugo pounding into you deeper and faster, his sharp thrust immediately hitting your cervix. The pain slowly converted into pleasure. Your eyes crossed from the sensation. Your tongue slightly out your mouth as you mewled, “Nnghh!!”

With a loud and rough growl, Bakugo pushed your thighs to your chest, folding you in half. You choke a breath from the sudden position. Your confused state turned into a pleasurable expression when his cock rammed down into you.

“Shitttt…That’s the stuff,” Bakugo jolted, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pounded into you.

The sound of heavy clap! clap! clap! echoed through the walls of the cabin. You can feel his balls slapping your ass, you were sure there will be marks. Each harsh slap of his hips dove deep inside you, slapping your pussy with his pelvis.

“You’re such a good girl,” Bakugo grunts roughly. “Taking all my cock, you were fucking born for me to breed.”

He leaned down, looking at you with a psychotic gaze of hunger. He smiled darkly at the sight of you. “Look at ya, all fucked up when I barely did anything. You’re so fucking cute, [Name].”

He rutted his hips harder to yours, the flesh of your lower body bounces at every thrust he makes. Your pussy clenched tightly around him, getting so turned on with his dirty words. You can feel every inch of his cock just shaping your insides — you can feel his veins, his girth, his size, and fuck, his precum is leaking.

Bakugo chuckled, “Shit, gups, ya suddenly tightened around me…” His teeth gritted, feeling your pussy clamping down on him.

“Ya gotta loosen up, baby. Fuck, yer gripping me like seaweed,” He groaned, loving how the warmth of your pussy. “What made ya clamp down like that, huh?”

Bakugo couldn’t understand why he is teasing, he isn’t a teaser, especially in bed. Back then, he would gagged his flings in order to not hear a damn sound from them. Heck, he would tie them up too. But with you? It came so naturally to him. The teasing, the fucking, him allowing you to touch him, to scream for him — it felt so natural to him, and that fucking thrilled him.

Seeing that you didn’t reply to him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. Bakugo pressed his hips down your pussy, your slick coating his abs. His balls pressed against your ass. He pressed into you so deep, you began twitching violently.

“Baby, you gotta fucking answer. I ‘ont like being kept in the dark, yeah?” He pressed all his weight down your pussy. “So fucking answer, what made ya clamp my cock like you own it huh?”

“I-I…” You tried to find the words, but your body kept twitching from the pressure of his cock pressing down on you. It was sitting on top of your cervix.

Bakugo grinned slowly, looking down at your state with a psychotic-looking gaze. He likes this — no, he loves this. That look on your face, that response from his touch, that body of yours just drowning of pleasure because of him. He fucking loves it.

“Awww, baby, is it too much for a pretty mermaid like you, hm?” He fakely coos, sounding concerned.

“Well, lemme make it easy for you, sweetheart,” He whispered darkly.

“Did ya clamp down this cock cuz of I mentioned how small you are? I mean look at this shit!” He chuckled, tracing the bulge of my stomach. “My cock’s practically poking out of ya.”

“Or maybe you tightened up like a bitch in heat cuz I called ya my good ol’ girl, hm?” Bakugo’s hips stuttered, trying to hold back his own release. He wanted to laugh at himself for cumming so early. That’s how much of an effect you had on him.

“So which was it? C’mon, sweetheart, you can do it. You can answer me, right?” He encourages, but that encouragement had something dark beneath it.

“B-Both..” You managed to stutter out with a loud gasp. “Y-You calling m-me a good girl…a-and I like h-how b-big y-you are…”

Bakugo hums in satisfaction. “That’s my good… good girl.”

With that, Bakugo started thrusting again, but this time he manhandled me down the bed with his weight, pressing me more into the bed. The sound of obscene squelching of your pussy combined with your moans echoed around the room. You can only hold his biceps that's folding me mercilessly.

He was brutal….rough…hard with his thrusts. He pistoned his hips with a cruel and precise timing, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your scales…fuck…you can feel them fluttering out of your skin. Your claws began to extend from your fingertips, but you tried retracting them as you don’t want to hurt him.

Bakugo immediately positioned your legs around his waist, bringing your hands around his shoulders. This position allows both of us to feel each other’s chests.

“Ya can scratch me with your claws, I don’t fucking mind, sweetheart,” His breath was hot and heavy.

Your eyes widened at his request, trying to protest but he suddenly lifted his hips, pulling every inch of his cock out till the tip. And then…he slammed everything down, pressing hard into your cervix. You choked a breath as your eyes glowed blue, some of your scales appeared and your claws suddenly extended fully.

He did it again. He brought his hips up slowly till the tip was out and pistoned everything back inside. Your eyes crossed while the claws from your hands scratched his back. Bakugo’s face tingled, not in pain, but in pleasure. The thought of your clawing his back from pleasure because of him fucking turned him on.

“C’mon, baby,” He grunted. “Scratch me with your claws. Ya won’t fucking hurt me, fuckkkk.”

Bakugo continued his brutal thrusts, flattening his hips on your pelvis. Your claws continued to scratch his back, and his blood dripped from his back. Suddenly, a tight feeling circulated on your stomach so you began to panic.

“S-Something’s coming a-again!” You managed to word out, a line of your drool left the side of your lips.

“Oh yes, baby, fuck!” Bakugo groaned, pistoning inside you faster. “Yer cumming, sweetheart. Yer sweet pussy is gonna coat my cock with your cum. Shittt, wouldn’t that be a sight?”

Bakugo leaned down, taking in one of your nipples on his mouth. He sucked them hard, pulling into it with his teeth. His hand traced down till it reached your throbbing clit. Your body jolted, the electrifying sensation traveled down to your pussy. He was overstimulating you so much, your eyes rolled back with your mouth open.

Bakugo’s balls began to tighten up, his thrust never stopping. He continued to piston his hips till his lower body is slapping your pelvis. “Gonna…fuck…gonna fucking! Shit!” His eyes rolled back while his thrust went frantic. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? You’ll let my cum sit inside you? You’ll take it like my good fucking girl.” You nodded frantically, gripping his shoulders as your back arched.

Bakugo roared loudly, exploding his cum inside you. Your body tingled from the hot cum shooting deep inside you. It was so warm, almost giving a comforting sensation. He gripped your thighs so tight, his fingers digging deep into your soft flesh as he pressed you down.

His cum, his body pressed against me, his cock bulging out of me was overstimulating. So, you came afterwards. Your cum spurt out your pussy, your essence dripped down his abs while it coated his cock.

Bakugo groaned in triumph, feeling his cock being coated with your cum. “Yeah, just like that,” He rolled his hips slightly. “Just fucking like that.”

A whimper left your mouth as your body convulsed violently from the sensation. You gripped his biceps, holding onto it tightly as you tried to catch your breath. A flash of concern went across Bakugo’s face so he cupped one of your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tears.

“Talk to me, baby, ya okay?” His callous hands caressed your cheeks.

“F-Fine…” You hiccuped. “I-I’m fine…” You leaned towards the hand caressing your cheek.

That action shot to his cock. His eyes darkened in anticipation as his head tilted, examining your face with an intense gaze. He loved this side of you — so responsive and gentle with him even after a hard fuck. Goddamn, that made his cock so fucking hard again. He wanted to fuck you again, oh fucking yes, he did.

Bakugo flipped you with his cock still inside you. A gasp left your mouth, everything happened so fast that you didn’t even anticipate a hard slap on your ass. Bakugo whistled, seeing your ass jiggle immediately from the force of his slap. He slapped the other cheek, his face tingled in excitement when your pussy clamped around his cock hard.

“You’re so fucking sexy, yeah?” He groaned in estacy, licking his lower lip as he gripped your hips.

His sudden compliment made you shiver, your thighs shaking from his tight grip on your hips. Bakugo laughed, a dark and lustful aura emitted around him. He slapped your hips, squeezing the fats on your hips. “Fuck, baby. You’re gripping me so damn hard again,” He laughed again, slapping your hips again.

He leaned down, pressing his hips more on your ass which deepened his cock inside you. “It’s like you’re asking me to fuck you again, huh?” One hand went up your chest then gripped your throat.

His fingers can feel the raising pulse on your neck, causing him to chuckle lowly. “You want that, sweetheart? Want me to fuck this cunt again?” He gave one sharp and hard thrust, making you scream as your toes curl.

Seeing that you weren’t answering, he growled in annoyance and brought you up to his chest by the throat. You gasped from the new position, you were practically sitting on his cock now. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He purred darkly by your ear, slowly rocking his hips.

“Want this cock deep inside your cunt again?”

When you nodded, he smiled with a psychotic-looking gaze. He purred against your lips, “Good girl.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

“took them off by the door. you don’t like my jeans on your bed.” he breathes, closing his eyes, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”

you opt to creaming your arms instead.

“did you have fun tonight then?” you offer, dipping your fingers into the cold cream and slathering it over your arms. bakugou holds you despite your movement, pecking the bare skin of your thigh.

the man grunts, a slow lift and quick drop of his shoulders in a shrug.

“sparky is investin’ in a stupid cocktail company. he wanted us to try them all,” he sounds disgusted by it, “they were all disgustin’.”

you’ve got a tipsy katsuki tonight. you smile down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead to get a proper look at his face. bakugou looks up at you, innocent and pitiful but you know he’s anything but.

“how many did you have?”

“three?”

“you little lightweight.”

he opens his mouth to push his top row of teeth into your thigh. you splutter when it tickles, shoving his head off you. together you eye the imprint of his teeth as he sits back on his ass on the floor. just in his underwear and a tshirt.

“they were high percentage cans. too goddamn high,” he huffs, eyes flickering over your body, “you just showered.”

you nod, resting back on your arms behind your body. you’ve finished moisturising, you’ve done your skincare and you’re practically ready to roll into bed.

but it’s not often you get a drunk or tipsy bakugou. he hates drinking, was one of the first things he mentioned when he met you because he heard it was a dealbreaker for some. it definitely wasn’t for you, especially when he said he just hates how slow and out of control it made him feel.

“you’re like an ‘88 first edition gold rimmed mint all might winter suit card,” he rambles, standing up to push you back into the bed with all your confusion.

“what?” it’s times like these when you remember you’re dating a nerd.

he grabs your hips to push you up the bed so he’s got enough space to seat his body between your legs and rest his forearms by your head. you open your legs wider, letting his head sink into the crook of your neck.

you feel him inhale again as if he’s a wolf scenting you.

“it’s the best card you can get, rare as hell. less than twenty were made and it’s out of the old card material before that company went out of production,” you circle your arms around his shoulders, listening. bakugou, speaks into your neck, kissing after every couple words. “i’ve got one of the cards. ‘ts in my office.”

you lock your legs behind his back.

“okay…” you drawl, brushing your fingers through his hair looking up at your ceiling with a frown, “now what’s that to do with me?”

bakugou freezes, resting on his forearms to look at you properly. you make his heart ache, a sharp pang in his chest and he grunts. your face has a glossy shine to it, the t-shirt you’re wearing (which is one of his) is fresh out the dryer with that cotton smell and you’re holding him just as tight as he’s holding you.

he doesn’t realise he’s looking at you like he’s confused that you’re confused.

“comin’ in here was like openin’ a rare pack,” he sniffs and when you’re still frowning he continues, “you ready for bed after a shower is my favourite you. seein’ you is the same feelin’ as when i got that card.”

it’s soppy and silly.

“and that card is so rare and so are you. i have you and i’ve got that card.”

you nod slowly in understanding and a small smile lands on bakugou’s cheeks.

“you’re saying you love me a lot,” you reply, pouting your lips out for a kiss which he quickly responds to.

“i’m sayin’ more than that baby,” he whines but it only makes you laugh, “im sayin’ you’re rare and only i get to see you like this and i’m the fuckin’ luckiest motherfucker in the world.”

“you’re a soppy nerd when you’re drunk, katsuki,” you slap your hand over his mouth before he can reply, “but that’s really cute. i love you too.”

“‘m bein’ romantic. that card sells for thousands,” he whispers when he presses his lips against yours again but this time he opens his mouth and tilts his head. you copy, letting his tongue swirl with yours. minty fresh toothpaste with maybe a pina colada from him at the back. your body heats when the kiss gets messier, a moan releasing from the back of bakugou’s throat. when your legs tighten around him, that’s when he gives in, letting the full weight of his hips rest between your legs.

you inhale when you feel him, hard and heavy, both covered by your underwear.

“why were you hiding from me?” you say as he runs his lips down your jaw. you’re reactive now, body jolting on its own, sighing softly from his thickness resting on your ass cheeks to your clit.

“‘t’s fine if you don’t wanna fuck. you’re goin’ to bed.”

“you can’t call me the best pokémon card ever and expect me to not want you,” you laugh to yourself and bakugou rolls his eyes.

“stop pissin’ me off. wasn’t talkin’ about fuckin’ pokémon,” he curses but he can’t help but kiss you again, right on your smile with your arms tangled around his neck.

though you’re clearly pressing him into you, lifting your hips to feel him.

bakugou’s completely aware of how much bigger he is than you. in size, in height, in power and yeah, even his cock. it’s because of all those factors, why he prefers for you to initiate, to stop him feeling like a raging beast pulling a princess from her tower.

he can’t get his hands off you, now sneaking up your t-shirt to feel your hips, then your waist and your soft breasts. you’re smooth, a layer of that cream you just put on. good enough to eat with that vanilla smell.

“‘ki,” you breathe and he jolts his head up, “what do you want from me?”

bakugou wouldn’t say he’s a horny drunk. well he’s hardly ever drunk for one so he wouldn’t say he’s an anything drunk since he doesn’t have enough data. but you came up in his mind more than usual while he was drinking with the boys and then his walk home. and he just said, this is his favourite you, after a shower and ready for bed. his rare all might card.

“don’t ask me that,” he grunts, but he starts grinding down into you without meaning to. you react like a flicker of a flame, soft moans from your throat. “what d’you want me to do?”

“why’re you so stubborn?” you arch your back and bakugou’s greedy hands pull your top up to under your neck. your whole body exposed to him, minus your tiny little underwear bottoms.

“‘cause i’m the one that came in here drunk and all over you.” but he’s speaking to your body like you’re a meal he needs to get his hands on yesterday. “fuck. fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“take your clothes off,” if you have to be in charge here, so be it.

your boyfriend listens, digging his knees into the mattress as he grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head. you hum in appreciation, drifting your fingertips over his toned muscled chest. you point to his underwear.

“those too. off.”

bakugou inhales sharply but listens, pulling the tight fabric down his legs and your mouth practically waters when his appendage slaps against his chest. his cock is right in your face as you lay back.

“it’s up to you, baby. don’t wanna pressure you,” he warns, cupping his heavy balls for some release.

you know for a fact your underwear is stained through, especially when he throws his head back with a sweet curse.

“i know, i know. you’re so handsome, katsuki,” that gets him looking back at you. your face, then your tits, then back at you.

“what?”

“you’re so gorgeous. i’m lucky to have you too.”

“fuck,” he can’t stop swearing, taking hold of the base of his cock and squeezing. “i don’t think i can fuck you, i’ll come as soon as i’m inside.”

it’s honest and a little cute, a smile blooming on your face. you take the pause to pull off your t-shirt, throwing it off the bed.

“that’s okay—,”

“‘t’s not. ‘m not usin’ you like that.” he shakes his head sharply, enough to know you can’t change his mind on it.

“what if i want your dick in my mouth?” and you show him how as you sit up on your bed and he still rests on his shins. you’re at the right height to slide it in your mouth.

you press a kiss to his cockhead, licking up all the pre and pressing your cheek his length. “‘ki?”

you give him these round, shiny innocent eyes that hold the stars. bakugou feels as if he can’t hold a single thought in his head.

“you just cleaned up, ‘m all dirty—,”

“katsuki, let me.” you push and he twitches against your cheek, “i really want to.”

it’s not often you give him head compared to how often he gives you head. bakugou is never one to ask for it and you rarely want to give it even though he always asks to be between your legs. you asking to suck him off is another rare card, a fucking ‘99 gold rimmed—

“okay, baby,” he murmurs, moving all your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders.

“don’t touch my head,” you warn and bakugou nods his head rapidly, adjusting his hand to your cheek.

he’s on edge, holding his breath as you, his perfect, beautiful fucking girlfriend holds his cock with a single fist. then you hold the rest with your other hand, pointing it to your lips.

“i’m gonna come quickly. i already fuckin’ know i am—,”

“that’s fine, ‘ki honey,” you soothe, “just tap me when you think you are.” you lick around his sensitive tip with your tongue then you swallow as if you’re giving him a taste test. “not bad,” you whisper to yourself.

then you get started. removing one hand to sink yourself onto his cock, just as far as you can go without choking. when his tip his hits the tightness at the back of your throat where saliva has gathered, bakugou groans, holds the underside of your jaw.

“sorry, fuck, sorry baby,” he grunts every few seconds, apologising for simply being a man aroused.

you bob your head, swirling your tongue around what you can and pressing your thighs tightly together.

you’ve never been a fan of giving head but once in a while the want bursts through you, the power of having him under your command. this big groaning man falling apart because of you.

and katsuki is always a good listener. careful with you. makes sure not to buck his hips and you can tell he wants to because he bites down on his bottom lip. he doesn’t stop with the noise and he never pushes your head down.

“so fuckin’ good,” he whines, throwing his head back. you sharply suck, your hand at the base of his cock squeezing tightly. his moan is crumbled, choked on every sound trying to escape, “tryna kill me? babygirl.”

you pull off him for a second, stroking him in the meantime as you wipe your nose. you’re just about to wipe your eyes when bakugou swipes his thumbs under them both.

“you’re my beautiful girl.”

your moment of control falters a little, as you become focused on one aim and one aim only. your boyfriend’s pleasure and that’s all.

“kiss?”

he ducks down, hand on your chin as he stuffs his tongue in your mouth. he takes control of the kiss, like he’s giving you mid sex aftercare, making sure you’re okay because you had his cock in your mouth for a few minutes.

“doin’ so well, baby.” he speaks into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip before letting it snap into place.

that’s enough, pushing him off you so you can take his cock back.

you’re faster now, less careful about being comfortable, especially when you’re able to sneak your fingers beneath your panties to press onto your clit.

your lips and cheeks suction around him, tongue flat on his underside. bakugou’s eyes widen, staring down at you. “holy fuckin—,”

his hand cups the nape of your neck though he doesn’t move you.

“shit, any more and i’m gonna come,” his deep grumbling voice gets pitchy, unable to keep levelled, “i really… oh shit baby.”

you place your hands on his hips to help guide your head. it’s loud, the sound of your spit and the friction of him. your small whines every time you rub sweetly on yourself and bakugou, his grunts take up the whole room.

he taps your shoulder lightly, “i’m gonna now. i’m fuckin—,”

you slow down as he does, ropes of the stuff pouring down your throat. you let it all happen, laying a palm flat on his chest as the man above you grunts your name like he’s cursing you to damnation. he definitely isn’t.

when he’s done he slides out of your mouth and you hop up to your bathroom to spit.

when you return only a few seconds later, bakugou is laying back on your bed with his arms open. two thick biceps wrap you up in a cuddle.

“i haven’t forgotten about you. lemme see your panties.”

with your cheek pressed against his pectorals, you playfully roll your eyes.

“how do you want me to show you?” you say, cheek smushed.

“sit on my face? or you lay back and i eat you?” he looks funny from this angle, lifting his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed and heartbeat still racing to come down.

“i’ll sit on you.” you begin to sit up but pause, hitting his shoulder, “don’t look so happy!”

bakugou adjusts his body, hands finding your waist as you shuffle up. his smile could light up a city, “i’m lookin’ like you just accepted my offer to sit on my face. what’s with you tonight?”

you pout, sitting on his upper chest, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you don’t usually ask to suck me off. you usually say no to sittin’ on my face. today’s my lucky fuckin’ day.”

it’s true, you always moan it’s too intimate but letting him eat you any other way.

you shrug softly, pulling off your underwear and throwing it in his face. bakugou’s a dog with a ball, grabbing the fabric and stuffing it under his nose.

Your eyes went wide. Megumi Fushiguro—the same guy who used to blush at the simplest kiss—was straddling your back, fingers in your mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He shushed you as you tried to speak, muffled sounds escaping.

“I just missed you, baby,” he murmured. “You were gone so long.”

You’d only been gone three hours.

Three hours.

That was it.

You wriggled, trying to free your wrists, but he only tightened his grip. He tilted his head, watching you clench your jaw with a quiet smirk.

“Try biting me,” he said calmly, wiggling his fingers.

Heat crawled up your neck as you glared at him. He looked way too pleased with himself.

“What?” he whispered, leaning closer, warm breath brushing your ear. “I’m just curious.”

His chest pressed fully against your back, one hand holding your wrists, the other still in your mouth. Your jaw tensed, and he chuckled softly.

“Come on, I know you have it in you.”

You try to push him off with your elbows. For a moment, it almost worked—until he pressed his chest harder against you.

“Don’t go pushing me—”

You bit his fingers lightly.

He froze.

Seizing the moment, you flipped the two of you over and landed on top.

Megumi blinked, mouth opening and closing in shock. He had let go of your wrists in his stunned state.

“Curiosity satisfied?” you sneered.

For the first time that evening, he looked genuinely surprised.

“…You’re brave,” he said, eyes narrowing.

“Or maybe,” you grinned, “you’re just slow.”

Your hands rest on his shoulders as he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You lean closer and kiss the corner of his mouth, then trail kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

"What? Cat got your tongue now?" you tease, teeth grazing his skin.

He inhales a sharp breath, hands trembling slightly as he grabs your waist.

"Y/N," he whispers, voice hoarse and shaky.

"Mm?" you mutter against his collarbone.

He shivers, chest rising and falling faster now.

"What, Megumi?"

A beat passed.

Then suddenly, he moved, rolling you over so fast the room spun.

He was above you again—but this time, not on your back.

His hands braced beside your head, hair falling over his forehead. Your hands rested on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“You just made this worse for yourself,” he muttered. "fucking around with me like that."

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah?”

He leaned back, grabbing your thighs and guiding your legs around his waist.

“Yeah.”

Your breath hitched despite yourself as he settled between them, making it impossible to pretend you were still in control.

Your hands flattened instinctively against his chest.

Of course he noticed.

His eyes flicked down briefly to where your fingers pressed into his shirt, then back to your face. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“Problem?” he asked.

You scoffed. “You tackled me, remember?”

“Mm,” he hummed, gaze lingering on you. “And you bit me.”

“You told me to,” you said stubbornly.

He hummed quietly, clearly unbothered.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You shifted slightly, testing his hold. His hands tightened just enough to keep you exactly where you were.

“Are you just going to keep me here all night?”

“Maybe.”

You shifted again. He sucked in a breath, looking down. Your hips were pressed directly against his.

He leaned closer, breath ghosting over yours. Your breath caught as his hand left your thigh, trailing slowly to your waist. You shivered.

“You’re acting weird,” you said, trying to keep some normalcy.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, letting his hand linger on your cheek.

“You disappeared for hours,” he whispered.

“I have a life.”

“I know.”

His voice softened, vulnerable.

“I just wasn’t part of it today.”

Something in his tone made your rationality falter. Your fingers curled at the fabric of his shirt.

“You could’ve just said you missed me,” you teased, pulling him into a kiss.

He kissed you gently, thumb brushing your jaw, then pulled back slowly, studying you.

“I did,” he said.

“Tackling me doesn’t count,” you murmured.

He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“It doesn’t?”

Before you could answer, he kissed you again—rougher this time. His lips crashed into yours, and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging slightly, swallowing his muffled groans. He pulled back just enough to keep control.

“Megumi,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“What, baby? Tell me what you want,” he whispered, trailing kisses along your jaw.

“If you’re going to do something, just do it already.”

A small, dangerous smile appeared.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

a/n: what do we think guys…was it worth the wait or should i js quit writing rn😹

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Usually you’d hate for people to offer help when you’re forced to do something you were unprepared for, taking the sentiment as a passive aggressive version of getting called incompetent but this time, you ponder while rereading the sweet little note in green ink— of course he used green ink to avoid students from being discouraged — and it's one of those times your stupidity has done you some good.

It’s an hour and a half later when class ends, people filing up to leave the doors of the lecture hall when a voice calls out to you. 

You smile at your professor, a little strained, but it’s okay, you tell yourself, you expected it. You walk up to him, bag on your shoulder, unzipped because you rushed down. You’re still smiling when you’re there, already preparing for what he has to say. 

The smile falls and you sigh, “I know that look.”

He’s standing with his arms crossed, dark shades balanced on his straight nose, looking down at you with nothing short of paternal disappointment. “Yes, and you shouldn’t be too familiar with it either. Seventy-five? really? I thought we were talking recommendation letters last week, turns out you’re barely passing my class?”

You swallow back, not really knowing what to do so you kinda just stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to air out his worries. “I know it's like, a little weird to put this much pressure on you but c’mon kid, you’re looking at being the next assistant after Choso to help your resumé right?” 

You nod, still not saying anything, but you can’t deny how you perk up when you heard his name. 

Your professor pauses briefly mid rant after spotting how you only met his eyes when he mentioned his current TA’s name, a light bulb flickers on in his head. 

He squints, “You’ve been familiar with each other, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” You’re quick to reply, stopping yourself from physically gulping out of nervousness. 

“He been showing you the ropes bit by bit?” he mutters, uncrossing his arms and leaning over the desk. 

“Bit by bit, yes.” You echo, unable to reply without being scared of saying the wrong thing to tick him off.

“And…” He feigned thinking about it, fidgeting with he pen in his hand and tapping the butt end of it on a thick stack of paper. “…He’s also helping with lessons to keep your grades up?” 

You say nothing, keeping your mouth flat and shut. You peer up at him, and shake your head slowly, “No sir.”

He tsks, standing up to his full height. “It’s not necessary but  you’re aware there’s an average for you to keep up just to become a TA right? We wouldn’t want students biting off more than they could chew.”

You nod once more, though this time, a lot more fervently. “I—yes, sorry. I’ll-“

“Get to it, yeah.” He finished for you, tucking his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He waits for you to move, watching how you’re still standing there and waiting for him to also tell you to move. You’re so alike, he thinks. 

He nods upwards, dismissing you. You thank him while you’re already turned your back, eagerly making your way to your next mission.

Gojo watches the door swing inwards from the impact of your departure, a smile in his tone when he mutters to no one, “That’ll give her some motivation.”

You’re rushing to your next class now, given the fifteen minute grace period you were granted had now been shaved down to ten, no thanks to your professor, forcing you to take two steps at a time when making your way to the other side of the building. 

You’re looking down at your phone, deleting and retyping a message in your instagram dms. It’s when you pass the stairway that an unexpected force uncontrollably comes on to you. You thud against it, breathe caught, hand tightly clutching at your phone. You stumble on your steps, holding onto the closest thing you feel for. You don’t fall, you don’t even come close to the ground, but your knees certainly felt like they couldn’t carry you.

Because here you stood against a very worried, very tightly holding you, Choso Kamo. Your mind blanks, your class just a few doors away, forgotten. Unintentionally, a small smile spreads on your face. 

“Hey, I was—“ He laughs nervously, “I was looking for you.” His hands wrap around your nearly limp arms, almost covering the expanse of it, yet held at a respectable position.

“You okay?” He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, a look of concern etching back on his terribly handsome face, he swallows thickly and you watch his adam’s apple bob decorating his thick neck.

 He takes a second to peer back at the stairs, then back to you before he realizes how his grip still clutched on you. “I’m sorry.” He pulls his hands down at his sides, unsure of what to do with them. “I was about to-“

“-Me too actually.” Cutting him off, you couldn’t help but smile even wider, uncaring if you looked too excited. You raised your phone, “Was about to send a dm but I got class in like,” You flip the screen to face you, “two minutes.” A pinch of apprehension makes its way to you but you push it back. 

His eyes widen behind his rectangular frames, lenses making them appear bigger than they actually are.  

“Really? Shit, “ He cursed, regretful,  “I don’t have class anymore so I could just wait out—”

“Sit in with me?” It comes out of you before you could stop it. “—or not.” You quickly add, retreating. “I could just go and email you.”

“No—I mean, Of course. Yes. Me, I’ll go.” He smiled with a toothy grin, ignoring how you said email instead of your socials in hopes you won’t bring up how he stuttered over his words.  You’re caught off guard and before you know it, he’s already making his way to the door without even being sure which class it was. 

He’s reaching for the handle when you stop him, “Oh, next door, please.” He nods bashfully, adjusting the strap of his comically small backpack on himself and apologizes under his breath. He follows you inside, you push, prying the door open. His palm flat against the wood, effortlessly holding it for you both. 

Luckily your professor hadn’t been in class yet, so you  weren’t spotted as the only late comer (technically no, with company, you weren’t.) The class was sparsely filled as it was only part of your minor and this schedule wasn’t as popular, so you could basically sit anywhere. You scan over the room, and you spot some seats at the very front. You’re about to take a step forward when you realize you’re being a little rude. 

“Where d’ya wanna sit?” You ask, head tilted up with a smile. You try to ignore the gleefulness that comes with the idea you’re gonna be seated next to him. Again, you push this feeling down, knowing it’s completely unprofessional and straight up childish. Though conversely, what you feel for him is not in the slightest, childish. 

“Back, definitely.” He answers a little too fast, blinking to check with you. “If you want.” He adds. 

He’s so polite, you could just die. 

You find comfortable seating by the right side of the class, second to last row and close to the back per request. This classroom was a little smaller, so distance from the whiteboard wasn’t really an issue.

You’re listening to your elderly professor repeat instructions about a future assignment and knowing he’s just going to be posting the guidelines, you just tune him out again, distracted. You have to learn to stop doing that.

But you’re shamelessly peeking at the side, Choso’s writing something down, you watch his face as he continues without a care in the world, back hunched down to get closer to the papers maybe, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in focus. You look down at what he’s writing when he flips the sheet over, the sound of the paper is quiet amongst the loud hum of the air conditioner.

 He’s checking something, a test again? You wonder if yours is there. Something catches your eye, he’s even writing down notes in the side for each correction. Maybe he’s also writing notes of encouragement for others. You don’t wanna wanna act all sensitive but something in your chest dampens. A lick of disappointment knowing you weren’t just given a little extra effort.

You shift in your seat, suddenly aware that you completely distracted yourself again and let your overactive imagination take over. You bite your cheek, brushing off the disappointment and sit properly on your seat. It moves the entire table though, you moved a little too roughly. Choso backs up in his chair, the commotion throwing off your professor in his fruitless discussion.

You gasp before immediately turning to check on your hard of hearing professor. He mumbles some incoherent complaint but you don’t wait to think and just apologize, “Sorry,” and it’s hopefully enough to divert the attention from you both. 

Choso grunts, “No—sorry, my chair was too loud.” He pulls the long, shared desk back with one pull of his hand, before hunching to go back to work. There’s already a furrow in your brows at the apology, and you’re staring at the side of his face, his hand behind his full, overgrown hair, expression mirroring your own except towards his papers. 

You adjust back, only this time you’re a bit farther, scared he’ll probably sense you’re being a little invasive. So you keep your eyes up at the projected screen and let the silence pass, the light sound of the ballpoint scratching paper on the smooth surface of the table and your teacher murmuring mix behind the stupid thoughts interfering and prodding at your composure. 

You made this unnecessarily awkward, eyes looking back down on the paper without trying. You’re still kinda curious what he’s writing down. He’s writing down notes to the side, red pen and all— red pen and all?

You do a double take, your uncontrollable, imposing, borderline deluded thoughts returning back to their place in your hopeless brain. Did he use a red pen for everyone or green? He used green earlier, definitely. What the hell? Why does it matter?

“Can I help you?” The inner monologue in your head ceases at the question. You glance up at him, a crooked smile on his face, dimple gracing his features. He waits for you to say something, you process how it's a little close to a tease. You’re unable to say something and end up nodding.

He smiles, achingly sweet and sincere, still waiting for a response. You blank out, unable to think of a proper fake answer in time. 

A last flick of your gaze at the paper outs your thoughts, he looks down at them. “If you’re looking for any of your own, this isn’t your section’s.” He assures, trying to fill in the silence you were so talented in bringing out in your conversations. 

You giggle out of pure giddiness, unable to hold it in as you act like a school girl and not a college student. It’s probably so strange to him that you’re acting this way  — internally reprimanding yourself is your only avenue for self control at these moments. You hope he doesn’t think the same way. “No um, you’re so focused on writing nice notes for everyone and marking every point.“

He smiles wider, eyes turning into pretty crescents. He shakes his head once, sitting back on his chair, and finally not slouching. Your stomach flips noting how he occupies more than half the seat. He scratches his neck, eyes flicking back at the papers for a moment before meeting yours, then averting again. 

“I don’t think…” He leaned over to read the name on the paper, “…Inumaki, T. thinks my detailed corrections, or rather critiques are very nice, nor the rest of section Z26.” he mumbled the last part, adjusting the collar of his pull over.

“critiques?” You inquire, unconsciously leaning to his side of the desk, closer so you could read them too. Choso hopes you can’t feel the warmth on his cheeks radiating right now. 

He nods his head a little too quickly, despite not being able to see him from where you were. He’s dizzy with the scent of your floral shampoo under his nose, heady and pulling. “Yes, just to help with,” he falters again, your bare arm brushing against his own, clothed one when you point at a certain part of the paper while reading, knees hitting under the table when you’re closely looking down on the sheet. “With the, the uh, future tests yeah-”

Choso watches your lips move but he doesn’t hear what comes out. Right now, he’s pushing away such un-utterable, uncalled for thoughts when his view is your head over what would be is his lap, only being separated by this rickety table. It only gets worse when you shift your eyes at him, wide and up at his tired onyx ones, only now his are a little wider too, something past friendly reflecting in your before averting back down the white sheet.

You’re still reading the paper, taking in the info for each question. “Oh,”

He snaps out of his daze, immediately taking notice of your blank tone. “What’s wrong?” 

You’re processing the words on the essay type test he’s checking and you realize you’ve never seen this kind of test before. “Y’know, now that I’m reading this, I don’t think  we’ve answered this activity yet.” A beat, and Choso flips the paper down.

“Right, that’s probably not good,“ He places a spread out hand over the papers, sheets mix on top of each other, disheveled and disorganized, one nearly falling off the narrow table.

You’re already laughing, “You’re so clumsy,” your hand stopping one of them from flying out of place. 

“No, you probably shouldn’t look at that too-“

“Relax, I don’t have the photographic memory to copy each answer. As much as I wish I did.” You mumble the last part, tucking the papers into an organized pile, facing outwards. “See? No cheating for me.” 

Choso fights the smirk that inches his way under the skin of his cheeks, nodding to you. “I appreciate your integrity.” You return the look on his face except with the stack in your grasp right now, it reflects its white canvas like a soft light on your skin, a sweet warmth overcomes him. “I never told you why I was looking for you.” 

You place the sheets separate from his pile of unfinished work. Pursing your lips, you make a noise of acknowledgment. “Oh, I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t know how to approach you ‘cause it was kinda embarrassing.” 

“Embarrassing how?”

For a while, you contemplate how to make yourself sound less pathetic, trying to amp up how to sound flirtier without breaching whatever boundary of the title you held to him. You wanted to play safe, for now.

“Like to ask for help, I bet it's as funny as someone asking a stupid question since you probably didn’t have to do any of that when you were in my year.” You don’t have to confirm with him whether or not it’s true, Choso’s going straight to a master’s after graduating this year. You’ve been hyping yourself up to ask him out for a while, knowing that he’ll most likely drift from you as a friend with the work that comes with finishing one. 

You truly weren’t looking for any kind of college relationship or even a fling, knowing such places bring unnatural levels of attraction to people who lack self identity, and if you’re being honest, college made you question that part of yourself when you first began.

 Ergo, you focused on yourself for your first year to second. Now, you’re in your third year’s second semester and people are thinking about their thesis and fellowships.  And here you were only starting to make career moves for your future in your third year. 

But you digress, circling back to how all that led you to meet Choso. Someone you’ve made acquaintances with last year during an exhibit at the school’s anthropology museum. Yes, you had an anthropology museum — Jjk technical college was not cheap.

His hair was a tad shorter back then, guiding a bunch of first years through the new exhibit, excitedly discussing some bones and energy. The glint in his eyes was bright and he was wholly unfiltered, charmingly gauche. You had tried to pose a question at the time, wanting to entertain him out of definitely just pure curiosity for Bioarcheology, but second guessed yourself and never approached him again. 

Until, it was that same year you found out he had been the TA for the professor you were aiming for next year (as a second year college student), and you found out he was resigning as the teacher’s assistant from a friend of a friend, and how Gojo had been already looking for a new one early on because Choso was that competent.

You want to say that maybe you joined just because professor Gojo was someone you highly look up to in the field of history research and will grant you a killer recommendation for a future career — which you know he will— there’s an underlying feeling where you also can’t deny that the idea of how it brings you closer to Choso made the position all the more appealing. 

So this year, when Gojo read your CV and decided to accept you out of the many (3 applicants, one was an irregular student, the other a nepo baby), and encouraged Choso to start training you by now, it was like fate realigned itself to bring you closer to him.

Sort of.

Now he was in front of you- beside you, and casually replying with, “ I don’t mind spending my free time with you—tutoring and stuff.” He offers, completely unaware how he gets your stomachs in knots and your heart feels like it's trying to rip out of your ribcage. 

“Really?” You ask too eagerly, he nods for extra reassurance. “It’s just, Historiography just isn’t something I’m good at but I’m also I find it interesting but it’s also really hard but— I also want this.” You size him up,  towards his side of the table. “Y’know, this.” 

He‘s about to point at himself, before looking at the papers and something clicks in place. “Checking papers on top of your thesis, dropping them off at Gojo’s office at 8 am, and getting death stares when I come across his students?”

You nod, almost even more eager, “Absolutely.”

“You’re perfect then.” He says, no hesitation whatsoever. You were eating it up and he was completely unaware. You giggle, heat rushing to your face.

You almost forgot how talking came easy with Choso. It was refreshing to meet someone you could hold a conversation with without feeling like you had to perform all the time, or wonder what to amp up or tone down. He had his intimidating moments at first, like being overqualified for a TA and the unmistakable height, or when you’re overthinking how to impress him and you don’t truly act yourself —  but those impressions crumble effortlessly when you recognize him for his sincerity and obsession with the academe. 

Choso can’t help but let a chuckle bubble in his throat, smooth and rich like a creamy cup of strong coffee. He’s analyzing your face, the apples of your cheeks are out with how wide you smile, he made you smile like that. The fact sits comfortably in his chest. He’s staring at your lips, maybe he can get away with it as him just looking down to your height, the few times he feels his own acted as an advantage for him. 

“…any reason you use green?… Choso?” He blinks, and he’s back in the classroom and you’re now holding your own head with your palm, waiting for him to answer. 

The back of his neck is hot with the thought you could probably notice him zoning out. “I like,” he searches your eyes, hesitating, and then, “I like green, so.” He nods, trying to rationalize his plain answer to himself. 

You’re squinting, “Cool,” nothing behind your tone, just the air that still manages to sit awkwardly between you two, suddenly the old scribbles in the storage part of the desk was so interesting—

“And it's good for not like…” He swallows back his nerves, heart pounding in his ears. “I didn’t wanna discourage students.” 

The admittance runs like oil down your back and you feel like you’ve hit him dead center in what you wanted to hear. “Right,” You look around, a false pretense of thinking in your expression, “So… why the red?” You ask curiously, pen in your hand scratching off the old paint under the desk in anticipation.

He paused like a deer caught in headlights, licking the dryness of his lips. Staring down the sheet of paper, yes it’s red indeed, he thinks. His lips part, you watch the smooth, glossy sheen of it move against the light. “I guess I have a favorite class.” He coughs, feigning the ease he was currently lacking with each word he carefully chose to speak.

Despite the urge to egg him on, you leave it at that, your bravery for the day already expended. You know if you continued you might say something a little irrational, and you’re also afraid to jump his bones too quickly. Though you’re pretty sure he could still hold you up if you tried.

Class ends anti-climactically, your professor waving your class off with a less than interested parting. You’re out of the classroom, Choso following behind when, “So, when do you wanna start? I’m free after class tomorrow and it’s the weekend. I don’t mind staying longer.”

You’re following his pace as you walk through the hallways of your building, aiming for the exit but you’re thinking about what happens after. You’re not fully sure where you’ll end up once you part. Do you just go? He stayed with you the entire boring class, (obviously the only reason why you want to stay longer and none other in particular) surely there must be something you have to do in return.

You’re nearing the exit and you can’t help but feel like you’re letting something slip if you go past the doors without making your thoughts known, “I have this thing with my best friend tomorrow, this is not a very good look for me— I promised I’d do this qualitative interview and—“

He’s quick to reply, “Oh yeah, I totally understand—“

Shit, okay you were not seizing the moment correctly. “You should come with me.” You turn over to him, unable to stop yourself.

Choso all but freezes, “What?”

Okay, no going back now, smacking your lips together before going for the kill. “—With me. Yeah, we could hang out and,” Could you still back out? No. 

“Just, maybe study after? like we could study like… for the,” So much for not wanting to jump his bones, “…whole night.” You can’t look at him any longer, eyes scanning back the outside that now surrounds you. The noises of campus and the lamp posts are bright, projecting a warm white over you. But all this is not enough to comfort you from the trepidation finally shaking your brain.

You watch as Choso’s pale cheeks start to tinge into a flushy pink, eyebrows raising behind his glasses.

 “Oh, okay, yes. Okay!” He nods taughtly, though willing.

You pause, “Okay?” trying to check if he’s serious.

“Sure.” You’re both standing opposite his body, shocked with what you’re hearing from the other as much as you were shocked from the words leaving yourselves. 

A beat passes, leaves rustle, and amidst that you’re silently hoping it won't matter how you didn’t think this through fully. “Five o’clock sound good?”

***

It was a steady, calm-ish afternoon, your best friend Miwa was sat in front of you, laptops laid out on the table. She’s writing down notes and closing up her recording software and you’ve been fixing up your hair, clothes, and picking lint off it. You find a loose thread on your shirt when, “Hey,” You look up, alert. Miwa’s squinting at you, blue hair cast in a warm yellow from the mid-afternoon sun. “You good?”

You’re finger quits picking at yourself, “What? Yeah,” eyes flitting back to the pesky string sticking out of the hem of your top. 

There’s a hum coming from in front of you, “You sure? You’ve been so fidgety this entire time.”

“I am not fidgety.” You say, fidgeting. A sigh comes out of you, and you lean back on your chair, hands coming on top of the arm rests. “You really okay with me bringing Choso?”

At this, Miwa’s lips curl into a smirk. “I knew it.”

Your eyes flick over to the side in thought, then back at her sly expression. “What do you know?”

She’s sitting up from her hunched posture over her laptop, and drinking from her cup of her almost lukewarm coffee, shrugging with her eyes still locked on yours.

Your thumbs come up from the arm rests, “What is it?”

She clears her throat, placing the mug on a coaster. She looks back up, a smirk still planted on her face. “Just that I didn’t know that he was your crush,” she expects you to reply, but you’re still waiting for her to elaborate. “Y’know, Choso.”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

She squints, “Okay so we’re lying today.”

“It’s merely admiration— and some attraction at most.”

“That’s literally what a crush is based on.”

You’re blinking at her, feeling caught. You bite your tongue, knowing that your best friend out of anyone should be able to catch you in a lie. Or even a truth you lie to yourself about. You speak up, “Well?”

“Y’know I love you.” She starts.

“Oh no.” Dread seeps into your stomach, and you know if she starts somewhere along the lines of sugar coating, the following was about to be some bland truth coated around maybe an even bitter core inside.

“I like Choso! He’s been your friend for a while and I’ve never talked to him but he sounds really devoted to his work, maybe goodlooking, he’s smart, and he’s nice—“

“What would Muta think…?”

She chuckles, softening at the thought of her own boyfriend. “No, I just wanted to keep an eye out for you too when I say this.” She pauses, trying to find a way to word this as pleasantly as possible. “Cause you know how girls talk…”

You latch onto that last part, stomach churning in suspense. “Not really, I don’t.”

She stops herself from cackling at your nervous expression, “I just heard he’s always…nice.” 

“What’s wrong with that?” 

“Like too nice? I guess…it’s really hard to explain babe,“ She cuts herself off, sensing your growing apprehension. She observed how your hands are rubbing on the expanse of your cup, and bringing it to your lips to avoid saying something. She quiets down her tone, now kinda shy about mentioning it. She leans a bit towards you, “Like… in bed, y’know?” 

You sputter in your mug, feeling unwelcome liquid scratch your throat. Miwa’s eyes widen when she watches you cough, eyes turning watery. “Ooh gag reflex, that’s not coming in handy.“

“Fucking shut up-“ You’re coughing still and she’s laughing uncontrollably now. “—I did not expect that.”

She’s wiping the corner of her corneas with a finger, “I—I’m sorry I just had to bring it up.”

You’re more composed now, eyes looking up at the clock, it’s ten minutes to five, and you’re trying to relax. 

You don’t exchange looks with Miwa until a short moment passes for you to think. 

“So have you thought about what it would be like?” You’re back to meeting her eyes, a silent exchange between you both. Miwa smiles at you, lowering her voice and putting a finger up to her ear like an agent, “Then I’m glad to relay information.” She’s giggling when you throw a tissue at her.

You’re already standing out of your seat and making your way to sit beside her. She motions her hand for you to come nearer, both turning your heads when the door chime rings and someone enters, calming down when it’s just some delivery person. You relax, side eyeing her. 

Miwa inches closer, “Okay so I’m friends with this senior from my org and she had a friend who was seeing Choso, sort of? Anyways I mentioned once that you were replacing him and that you’re a little into him, sorry.” You’re beckoning her to continue, not caring much for the last part and nodding along. 

“Anyways, it was like a one night stand thing and — don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to spread rumors or judge,” Another pause, and you’re already on the edge of your seat. 

“Well? Go on,” You pull her in, arms tangled and clutching her, knee jittering. 

“I heard he was kinda scared in bed? Like maybe he has a phobia or something.” Your knee stops, and you’re now confused, “It’s just kinda odd ‘cause the guys like a unit, right?” a crease forms between your brows. “Maybe he’s like… a power bottom?” she whispered, tone serious.

You’re nodding, taking in the information with actual consideration. “Possibly,” You’re fully facing her now, “Y’know…he is a TA.” 

It’s Miwa’s turn to be confused, struggling to find the correlation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You fight the expression trying to pull on your lips, you nibble on the skin then let go, “I’d say he’s good at being told what to do.”

Miwa’s eyes widened, before adding, “Tell me when you find out.” A second where you’re both quiet and then you’re being shook by the shoulders, both of you squealing and chortling in your corner. It would be no surprise if you’ve caught the attention of other customers with your commotion. 

She quits with the shaking, now smoothing over the fabric over your shoulders for messing up your top. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

You can’t help but entertain your imagination, “I mean I think I’m too conscious to be playing around too much.” Your friend nods along, supportive. Past these exciting thoughts, it was all a front for the feelings you struggled to word out, “I really like him, Miwa.”

She parts her lips but as if on cue, another chime from the door rings once more. He stood by the entrance for a brief moment, barely scanning the vicinity when he locked eyes on you, a cheeky grin lighting up his face. 

***

“—I think they never made any real contact.”

“No, that’s definitely up for debate.”

Miwa watches your back and forth, pen in hand. Choso decided to be part of her research sample as well, given that he’s already here, he should make use of his time. And he didn’t mind, he liked helping out. 

If only he could actually speak and answer the questions without you guys debating every time one of you made an opinion on something vaguely related to Miwa’s research topic.  At first it was good, your opinions can be added too but now she’s running out of space in her storage with how long this unintentional joint interview was going.

“Okay guys, the interview questions are about historical revisionism. While I do see the correlation, how did we end up in Egypt and…?”

“Ancient Mesopotamia.” Both of you say,  completing her sentence. 

“I can elaborate.” Choso suggests, clearly unable to read between the lines of Miwa’s inquiry.

She stretches in her seat, her legs feeling cramped up with the lack of movement all this time. “Y’know what, I’ll hold you two to that. But first, let’s take a break!” It’s not even a minute until she’s out of both your and Choso’s sights, on the way to the restroom, pen and recorder left on the table. 

“Y’know, I don’t think she likes me that much. I also think she’s too nice to tell me that.” You’re in the middle of cracking your neck until you’re moving your attention to him.

“Don’t worry too much about it, I think she just isn’t up for hearing any more strong opinions on exported textiles.”

“That’s if they were truly exported—“ You shove his arm, and he’s laughing at your face, not even moved from the push. He’s pretending to rubbing his bicep in feigned hurt, lifting his arm in the process, almost flexing. You try to ignore how they felt so hard under your fingertips. You check him out unintentionally, taking notice of how the hem of his layered shirt hangs enough to show the lower part of his stomach. Out of respect, you look the other way.

You swallow thickly, ears hot. “I think I’ll get another snack. Want anything to eat?” You’re already standing up and off the chair, limbs wobbly from the long period of time you spent sitting on the deep arm chair.

There’s a sudden burst of noise coming from the entrance of the café, very loud and boisterous. You can’t help but let your jittery self get distracted, there stood an entire group of men, looking like they just got off practice. You’re wondering why one of them looks vaguely familiar, but there’s a body blocking your view out of nowhere with what you realize is Choso’s chest. 

There’s an odd, slightly frantic look in his eyes you haven’t seen on someone as easygoing as him. “Um, how about I go with you?” 

You’re looking up at him, a little skeptical on why the sudden change of tone, but agree anyways. 

You’re in the short line along the display and point out pastries that you could try when a voice calls out to the person beside you. “Cho!”

It’s easier for you to check where it’s coming from as Choso was in front of said voice. You recognize the pink hair from the group coming in earlier. He’s about 2 inches away from being as tall as Choso, hair damp like he just came from a shower, and a sports bag was strapped across him. 

A pat on his shoulder signals your dark haired companion to turn, seeing a sight he’d been trying to avoid earlier. Of course he had to be the one ordering for his group. 

“Hey man,” Choso greets, strained, a guard visibly coming up around him. 

“What’s up, you don’t say hi to family anymore?” The sentiment, although on paper sounded sweet, in reality was like a taunt. Something you don’t wanna dissect to avoid reading into it too much. “Who’s this?”

You peer over at both of them, their attention now on you. Still unable to read the room, you focus on Choso to see how he wants this to play out. He steps in for you, “You know her, I mentioned the TA thing like a while back. She’s a friend, though she is replacing me.”

 He gestures to the pinkette’s side, introducing him. 

“My brother by the way. Same year though.” 

Sukuna nods at that and smiles, canines showing. He reaches out with his hand, and you meet it halfway. “Ryomen Sukuna.” Huh, he’s not a Kamo.

“Pleasure,” You’re squinting your eyes, there’s something a little unsettling about him that you can’t place, but you’re not trying to jump into that. 

 “I didn’t know Choso had any siblings — ones on campus, no less.”

You let go of his large, callous hands, moving an inch closer to the cashier when the customer before you has their turn to order. “Have 2 terms to catch up with and I don’t really see this one around either ‘cause I did training camp in Barcelona last semester.”

You nod in acknowledgement. Silently, you’re comparing them, unknowingly looking back and forth between him and Choso a little too obviously. 

“We don’t look related do we?”

 Before you could defend yourself, a dry chuckle beats you to it. “We get that a lot.” He squeezed where his hand was planted on Choso, who visibly tenses. “Different mom, same dad. He doesn’t take after him though, if you’re worried—“

“Alright, I don’t think she wants to know about that.”

“Speak for yourself,” You laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension you could feel multiplying tenfold. He pats Choso’s shoulder before bringing his hand down to the side, not before looking at the side of his brother's face as he semi-whispered, “At least one of you doesn't have their panties in a twist.”

“I would if I were wearing mine.” A very long, awkward silence overcomes all three of you. That is until a nearly genuine smile breaks out of Sukuna’s angular features. 

“Ha, what the fuck,” He mutters in amusement, “You’re both weird, that’s cute.” A dry chuckle eases the anxiousness you were struggling to place the source of. Though at the cost of your own dignity.

The line to the cashier moves, it’s yours and Choso’s turn now. He’s first to leave his brother’s side, not even bidding him a glance as he moves past you. “Nice meeting you,” you voice out, still on edge, Sukuna just nods in acknowledgement. 

***

It’s around 6:40pm  when Choso walks you to your apartment outside of campus. There’s a slight tension in the air that you’re struggling to bring up, it’s been there for the remainder of your meet up, not having said a word since you’ve left the café. You’ve been trying to make a move and talk to him but he’s had his eyes on the ground this entire time, rarely up, and definitely never on you. 

He was about to walk in the pedestrian lane when you tug on his backpack. He’s caught in the pull, looking up to the red walking signal reflecting on the road. He walks back to stand next to you, still not saying a word. “What’re you thinking so hard on?”

For a moment he turned his head to you, a little too quick to not look like he wasn’t anticipating you to bring it up yourself. He looks ahead once more when you’re walking now. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

You start to feel a little guilty for not clarifying sooner, wondering if this entire time he thought he should’ve apologized for something he couldn’t control.

“It’s alright, it wasn’t unpleasant for me.”

He almost laughs at that, “Right, and I was jumping for joy.”

The air shifts, it’s not so tense anymore, just between that and uncertainty directed at something else entirely. “I felt really dumb earlier.” He adds, looking back down on the pavement. “I couldn’t say anything to make him leave us alone.”

You’re a few blocks nearby to your place, walking a little ahead of him so he could follow you now. 

“Again, it wasn’t that bad. You don’t have to apologize.” Once more, silence fills the space between you both and it feels like you’re unable to remove this weight you feel affecting your interaction.

Now you’re both looking at your feet as you wait for cars to pass the street you’re crossing and for the timer to finally get to zero. Your foot is stepping over a dry leaf to fill in the lack of communication, the sound crunching in the quiet in a loud, distant manner.

“I just kinda get made fun of for acting like this—weak.” You crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you’re right to think he’s still looking down. “It’s just annoying how even until now it’s expected of me to bite back on others ‘cause I look like I should.” 

There’s a furrow in his brows, and he’s tightly clutching on the strap of his bag. “Like I’ve accepted that, sort of.  I’m already conscious of it— but maybe people like to pick on me when it's obvious I’m not gonna do anything.” 

You’re making another turn together, he’s leading with the path he’s familiar with and you follow, his words don’t falter. “Maybe ‘cause it makes them feel less small or some shit — I don’t know.”

After processing the words that left him, it brought you back to your conversation with Miwa. How you laughed about his past history with women and how you basically gossiped about his insecurities. Guilt swirls in your stomach, realizing this might just be a little worse than you treated it to be. You keep quiet, deep in your own thoughts, letting him say what he needs to.

“And of course my own brother is like that too.” He rants, tracing back to the behavior he displayed earlier. “He’s my brother and I love him, yes. But frat guys could be such dicks, y’know? I was like his first practice hazing dummy lite…in a way.”

You nod, acknowledging him. “Right, right.” You’re turning to the street ahead of yours, just about a block away now.

“It’s hard to not let those insecurities take over.” He groans, “I spent so much of my life trying to make my best first impressions, and I feel like it backfires on me with the wrong people—I hate that.” He’s scratching the back of his head. “Sometimes I just wish I looked normal. That way I wouldn’t literally feel like the elephant in the room.”

At that, you turn almost as if you’d heard the worst take in your life, brows scrunching. “Normal?”

He shakes his head, “Yes, normal. Like I can wear normal shoes and sit on couches normally.”

“I like that you’re not.” You say, insensitively. “I mean you’re not not normal. But I like…it.” You slow down, trying to backtrack on what you just let slip. 

He’s blinking down on you, a look of surprise etched on his slowly flushing face. “…Why?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat, not knowing how else to explain it.  No going back. Remember? 

 “I feel safe, even if you don’t…bite back. And on top of that you’re kind. I think that matters a lot.” 

Choso stares at you like you just grew a tree on your head, but in truth, he’s just trying to tone down his elation. “Really?” He asks dumbly, already cursing himself in his head for looking like he wants to hear you call him that again. Safe.

You dip your head, agreeing once more. “I’m a girl so I may be a little biased but if I were also a little taller, I wouldn’t have to deal with some idiot guys trying something on me, and I could also defend myself easier.” 

“Oh yeah—Yes, that's totally different from my problems.” He clarified, trying to catch himself from sounding ungrateful. You watch the way his expressions shifts from blank to stressed and bite back a smile. “There’s obviously people with worse problems than being bigger than a doorway.” He’s looking down and pushing his glasses up, almost ashamed. 

You turn to the road leading up to your street, your apartment just at the end of it. “Is that like 6’3 or…”

“Huh?” He meets your inquisitive eyes, “Uh, just a little more.” He replied, shying away from your stare. You’re thinking about all the objects that could possibly match up to Choso’s figure. 

“Those chillers they got in 7’11?”

“Hm, nope. Like 2 inches more, maybe.”

Your stomach does a flip you had to ignore, “You’re lying. Six foot six?”

“Without shoes, yes.” He nodded, met with you side-eyeing him. “Well you’re free to go with me to my annual checkups and see.” He defends, a smile finally appearing on his face at your skepticism.

You squint, stopping yourself from looking too excited with the many, unbecoming thoughts storming your brain. “I’ll hold onto that.” 

Shortly after, you find yourself standing in front of the building to your apartment. “I’m sorry about dumping all that on you, It was a lot.” He looks around before letting out a barely there sigh, “I’ll get going now—“

“Are you forgetting?” You look back and Choso’s standing stiffly, feet planted on the ground. “We’re…studying, remember?”

Choso’s throat bobs at your sly tone, convincing himself there is nothing behind it.  “You did a lot today I just thought we were tired—“

“We don’t have to study then.” You’re looking around and thinking to yourself before landing back on his face, “I mean you came all the way here, you could come up and have some tea?”

The notion has his chest puffing out to regulate the way his heart started beating like its pounding from behind his sternum. He doesn’t say anything, his eyebrows raise behind his glasses, his usually sleepy eyes now wide. He nodded and let out a strained, “Okay.”

***

The door to your apartment swings open with a loud creak. The lights switch on, a warm white cascades from the ceilings. 

Your keys make a clinking noise against the ceramic jewelry tray you leave on the dresser by the entrance. The door is wide open, you feel Choso trailing behind a couple steps away. 

He’s standing kinda stiffly, “Do I take my shoes off or—“

You’re shaking your head, stepping aside to let him in. “My neighbors are kinda sticklers for people who leave their shoes outside in the halls.” He walks past the doorway, head craned down. It’s supposed to look like he was trying to avoid getting hit by the frame of it, though he’s only finding a way to hide his face naturally.

He picked his head up when he heard clanking from the kitchen which meant that you were inside. “I hope you’re not allergic to pollen? I like to put honey in mine.” You ask, your voice still clear as the space isn’t big at all, but in his head it’s distant. He’s trying to calm himself down, taking in your apartment. 

It’s small, kitchen tight and you’ve no space for a table. You use the counter as one, your bed, desk, and sofa all in the same space. However, the lack of furniture made it wide, the “living room” taking the least space with just a little coffee table and the tv on the floor as the only decor. 

“You didn’t say anything so I didn’t add any honey.” He finds himself turning on his feet when he’s met by your figure, coming from the kitchen with two— red and yellow —mugs. You hand him the yellow one, he  takes it with a ‘thanks’. You make a move to sit on the couch, trying to get cozy. Choso’s still standing, sipping on his cup awkwardly.

“You can sit if you want.” Choso’s eyes flick over to you. You realize he had shed his bag on the entrance, still it looks like something is weighing on him.

“I’m okay, I might launch you out of it—“

“Sit with me.” You pat the spot beside you on the couch, your fawn-like eyes up at him. 

It turns his legs into jelly. Thoroughly convinced, he sits beside you, trying to be as careful as he can so the side of the couch doesn’t sink to his weight too much.

He winced at the audible sound of the springs under the cushions, “Sorry.” 

Quietly, you assess him. How stiffly he sat, how much of the seat he took up despite keeping himself at the edge of it. If he sat back, would his knee brush against yours? Though you feel a little bad for taking advantage of his reactiveness towards you. However, something deep inside you is undeniably excited with the thought. 

On the other hand, Choso feels like he’s watching himself act in third person, deliberating what part of his body he should move next to not look too obnoxious or stiff. He doesn’t know if he should just let the silence pass till he runs out of tea, or maybe till it turns lukewarm. You shift in your seat, he feels your gaze heavy on him. You don’t say anything, you just stare at the side of his face. His throat bobs.

He looks over to you for a split second and meets your eyes, you raise your brows at him, a smirk growing on your sweet face. 

An anxious laugh bubbles from his throat, the tips of his ears tinging red. “I think you’re aware of how you’re making me nervous.” 

You couldn’t stop the way the smirk spreads into a wide smile. “I was thinking of how to get you to talk, is all.” You tilt your head to the side, checking out how the light from your room lamp makes his jaw seem sharper. His hair nearly fell on his shoulders, built and perched with his elbows on his knees, posture a little hunched, but he still sat taller than you. Nothing short of tempting in your eyes.

He follows your gaze, “What?”

“You’re also thinking of something.”

His brows pinch, he hates how good you are at prodding at him when he clearly doesn’t know what to say. “I’m always thinking.”

You nod, “And still, you haven’t said anything since we went up.”

Choso pauses his already stiff self. You place your mug down, crossing your legs on the couch. He brings his attention back to you but you’re already intently looking at him. He flinches back.

Sighing, “What do you think I’m thinking about?” You purse your lips, shrugging at his question. He shakes his head, a smile fighting its way on his face.

 “Then I’m happy you only brought me here to drink some tea.” A roll of his eyes comes out of sarcasm, reaching for his own mug on the table, stretching his arm out. 

He’s about to pull his hand back when your smaller one lands on top of his. The contact would have made him drop the glass into little pieces if it weren’t for the coffee table underneath. He lets down the cup, missing the coaster you laid out. 

“That’s my mug….” You point at the red cup in his grasp, yours. You let the words linger like the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand, “Hm, you’re really warm.”

He blinks, unable to ground himself back to reality because maybe, maybe you’re trying to make a move on him. He’s unable to look into your eyes, 

“Uh,” He falters, the warmth on his cheeks multiply and spread out when you inch closer, the warmth of your own body makes him feel like he’s overheating. 

“How else could I get you to go up with me?” You say, goading another reaction out of him. 

“I-I mean you could just ask and…I wouldn’t say no,“  You’re closer to his face now—too close. But you’re still not looking at eye level — not close enough. 

“I think I’ve done a lot just to be around you, Cho.” He almost melts at how the stupid nickname his brother calls him sounded so good coming from your honeyed lips. Choso gulps, audible and embarrassing in the silence of your apartment. 

He started off this conversation on the edge of the couch, somehow it feels like you’ve backed him into it.

“Y’know, the TA stuff, asking to study—do we look like we’re studying now?” Your arm skates over his hand, up his arm, the touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You watch how his jaw all but clenches at the feeling, a newfound confidence makes you unbelievably giddy, driving you to push more. “But I wanna know for me,”

He feels like he’s running out of breath before he could utter a word when your palm lands up on his hard chest, feeling for the erratic thumping of his heartbeat underneath the fabric of his shirt.

Your head is craned up, lashes bat at him, “What are you willing to do?”

He’s looking deeply into your eyes, searching for the answer to your question, not realizing how his neck is craning down at your height in return. Several beats pass — he feels a tug on his shirt and then he’s closing the distance between your lips. 

He whines on the soft, wet skin, sucking gently, eyes falling shut. His hand finds your cheek, the other reaching for your side when you tangle your arms around his neck. The pace is hungry yet fervent, tugging and melting against the other. You pull away slowly, lips parting from each other wetly. You’re smacking your own lips before smiling up at Choso, giggling. 

His eyes are hazy, glasses crooked out of place. His hands are covering your back and smoothing over your clothes, “I can do anything— whatever you want.” 

If you weren’t already grinning wide enough, now you’re fully Cheshire-like. Pushing yourself closer towards him, “Anything?” He nods eagerly, you’re pulling him in, hungry. 

His hand is on the back of your neck now, holding. There’s something about his touch that feels like it’s keeping you together without feeling too possessive. Caring with a dash of hesitance. One you’re looking to break through tonight.

Your lips travel down his neck, leaving hot, lingering kisses along his throat. “Oh, mmh-“  He bites his lip immediately after nearly letting out the low noise from chest, eyes shutting when you find the particularly sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his fingers dig rougher on your hips, you’re on your knees now, determined to cover every inch of him in your touch. Your weight falls on him when he tugs you, the hands planted on his shoulders squeeze out of instinct.

“You good? I-I didn’t mean to, ah—“ He tried to move his head away from your persistent lips, but a shiver that runs through him stops his actions. You’re sucking on his skin, humming proudly, undettered from your little slip. His hands brush down your sides, they plant themselves lower on your waist.

You plant kisses all the way back to his chin then meet his lips again. You’re eye level, a sinister glint in your eyes. You stick your tongue out, half lidded gaze and staring right at him — brushing the wet, pink muscle along Choso’s bottom lip, teasing. Heat rushes on his face, blood rushes on his crotch. You’re killing him.

You suck on the pink flesh, tugging then letting go, he’s pulling you in closer by the back of your neck. He wants you on him,  mind unable to decide how — just everywhere is fine. You drop your palm down between your bodies and on the garter of Choso’s sweats, feeling for the hardness underneath.

He hissed as your fingers brushed what would be his shaft, “Um, sorry, can we make out a little I think…” He holds your head closer to his face, breaths mingling as you catch them. “I’ll get less hard— nervous, I think. Sorry,” You hummed in agreement before landing back on the flushed skin of his mouth, quieting him down with your lips.

You giggle against him, chasing as he squirms, palms settling on his shoulders. You pull off him with a peck, feet planting back on the carpeted floors.  Choso now sat far into the couch, slacked with legs spread. His mouth parts as you start undressing, stripping off into your underwear. 

He sizes you up and down, taking in your soft, bare skin, your strapless bra and cotton panties under the warm lights of your apartment. It elicits a heavy throb under his pants. Choso’s breathing feels uneven and the air grows thinner when you settle back on the couch, only now between his spread out legs.

 You’re steadying yourself, his hands find a place on your warm, now bare skin. You smooth over the wide expanse of his chest, then land on his neck, even warmer than you. “This okay?” You ask, to which he only replies with a nod. 

You’re about to lean into him when he reaches for his glasses, but you stop him before he tries to pry the piece of metal off. “They stay on.”

His breath catches in his throat, stomach dipping. A part of him he’s not quite sure whether he wanted to acknowledge, liked when you tell him what to do.

 He lets his hand fall, you adjust the rims on the bridge of his nose. “You’re so pretty.” You’re holding his face with both hands, tilting it upwards to you. A lopsided grin appears on his face at the comment, eyes shying away and down from your face and to the body on him.  

“Thanks- Thank you,” He replied poorly. His palm skated from your waist and to your back, laying above the clip of your bra. His lips are caught between his teeth as he takes in the feel of your skin against him, he looks up. “You’re awfully pretty as well.”

He was never good at expressing himself,only with what he was sure of. But this was new, you pushing, him taking, it was all new. But he meant every word he said to you. He leaned in to catch your lips against his. Fuck, if only you could tell how much he meant it.

He’s slotting his tongue in between your parted mouth, leaning further in and you’re falling back, but he’s catching you — keeping you to him. You work together smoothly, as smooth as silks rubbing against each other. You clutch on to him tightly as if he’ll slip if you don’t. You taste like jasmine tea and he’s wondering if the sweet taste is from the honey or just you. He’s holding you by the neck and pushing your back into him. 

You finally move to settle on his lap, the kiss unwavering so you’re first to pull away, “Choso—“ He catches the sound of his name in your mouth, chasing, taking, and taking. There isn’t any place on your body that isn’t covered by him, your arms, your back, your legs in between his that caged you. You moan at the thought against his greedy tongue,  entirely consumed. But you’re impatient and already wet, the fabric of your panties has been riding up for the last 10 minutes. So you squeeze his arms weakly, but it’s enough for him to let air flow between you.

“Shit, Sorry—” He’s frantic and searching your eyes, but he’s met with your hazed out ones and your swollen, drooly lips. He wiped the corner of it, chest heaving. “I need to— you’re driving me insane,” He chuckles, deep and uncertain with how true the fact felt. He’s brushing your hair back gently, “I’m sorry,” he lets go of you as you’re pulling away.

You’re upright now, letting your feet back down. You’re bending over to his lap, palms resting on his spread out limbs, “You need to make it up to me,” You’re once again reaching for his sweats, the imprint of his shaft taking form at the side. He gently lays his hand on your wrist.

 “Are you sure?” His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, the frames of his glasses are now on the tip of his nose bridge. But there’s a wave of genuine uncertainty blanketing his expression.

You’re blinking up at him, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

It’s a tangled knot in his chest, one bundled in embarrassing moments and unsuccessful hook-ups. He stuttered over his words,

“Just that before I’ve-“ he pondered if he should risk you laughing at him, but you’re expectantly looking into his eyes, and your hands are already on his lap, a little more and you’d be right where he’s aching for you. “I’m scared of making it…unpleasant?” 

His hand rubs up and down your arms, you’re tuning him out and thinking of how you should go about sitting on him. He continued to ramble on, “Um, like I’ve been told it was…“

“Too big?” You ask, attention now on him. Externally you’re collected, stating it like a remark. But internally you know it’s a fact. You feel a little bad thinking about it but now you’re piecing together your earlier conversation on what Miwa’s friend’s friend might’ve been complaining about. 

Choso all but nods, eyes scanning your room as if that would keep yours away from him. “I could just help you, y’know. We don’t have to—“

You’re turning over and maneuvering his hand out of his lap, sitting on his thigh. For a moment, you’re a little hesitant, hovering. “I mean I’d like it if we did, but I’m also…” His words trail off, holding your hip and securing you on his lap, unbothered as your weight settles on one thigh. He clears his throat, “I’m okay with, um,  anything.”

You’re leaning into him, on your side, hand trailing underneath the hem of his shirt, grazing his clenched abdomen. He jolts, causing you to jump in your seat. Your eyes widen for a moment before relaxing, hand skating lower under the garter of his sweats with a simpering grin on your face. You’re kissing his cheek, gentle and slow as your hand palms over his hard, covered cock.

He’s watching your move under the fabric of his gray sweats, feeling your smaller fingers squeezing and rubbing the base of it. It hurts, he thinks. In a way that something stings and feels good at the same time. You’re squeezing at his tip when he throws his head back on the couch, groaning loudly. You take the opportunity to mouth on his neck again. 

“Can you please— Can I please take it off?” He asks politely, but the grip on your hip feels anything but. You hum, still licking at the expanse of his neck. 

You’re pulling his pants down with his help—mostly him just taking it off himself, desperate and aching. He’s bare from the waist down now when you settle back on his thigh, sweats and boxers discarded on the floor. 

You’re now shamelessly gawking at his erection bouncing against stomach, slapping against it. The warmth of your hand catches him off guard, finally making contact skin to skin. You tug on the shaft, immediately taking notice of how your fingers struggle to close around it and were squeezing on accident.

“F—oh, god. ” He rests his head on your shoulder, sweat building on his forehead. You start moving your hand up and down, already slippery from how he’d been oozing in his boxers the entire time. He’s quiet behind you, save for the heavy breathing on your skin. You go faster. “Your hand’s so tight,” it comes out in a whimper. A wet, mouthing sensation can be felt on your shoulder, he’s biting your skin to muffle himself. But It doesn’t work, his throat lets loose with each reaction.

 His eyes roll up from your shoulder when he feels you lean forwards and away from his chest, cock twitching when a wet glob of spit drips on him from your tongue.

You’re both watching your hand work up and down, bringing both onto the shaft, he’s cursing as you go faster. 

You’re throwing your other leg over his thigh, straddling him in reverse, before resting back on him. Choso's hands come up to hold you under your knees, keeping your legs apart. He watched as the movement stretched the fabric, pussy still clad in underwear, drenched and barely covering it. But he can’t help but peek lower, your hands exclusively paying attention to his erection. 

You joke, “It’s like I'm jerking myself off.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, the vibrations thrum against your back and you turn them into moans as you suddenly go faster. “Sucks though, I can’t feel it.” 

You’re unable to see his expression behind you, but you can hear how his moans are muffled between his teeth, “You’re s-so eager.”

You reveled at how shaky he’d sounded. “One of us has to be.”

And then a strange noise akin to the tearing of fibers can be heard from below. You gasp as it happens in front of you, hands slowing its ministrations. You realize you’re watching him rip your underwear, exposing your wet, shiny pussy. “Hey—“

 He’s adjusting himself from under you, bringing his other hand under your thigh, your legs tugged higher as he starts rubbing right on your clit. 

He’s rough and accurate on where he wants to touch you, deliberate in his movements.  He’s quick but he isn’t rushing either, his only motive was to get you to falter in his stead as you were doing just the same.

Your voice shrinks into breathy pants, the slick sound from your poor clit syncing in with each, “Ah, ah, Cho—“

“You’re making me so, so hard, baby—” You’re both an obscene sight to behold, playing with each other, spread out, grunting or whimpering. Both sloppily still trying to let your lips tangle with each other despite the inconvenient position. Both a mess, your tits spilling out of your bra, and his glasses all fogged up. 

You grind into him, “Feels so good,” rubbing your juices on the cock you’re jerking with now one hand, coating his chubby length. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, moving your hips up and down as you clenched on nothing, gushing freely. 

You’re biting your lip as your hips grow erratic, brows pinching and your abdomen clenches on itself. “I-I’m close.”

Choso lets a groan escape,“Fuck, really?” realizing he’s making you come first. It’s a miracle he’s held off this long, he wonders if he’ll hold up if you let him inside. The thought makes him move your hips on his cock, assisting you as you use him to get yourself off. 

He doesn’t know if he’s breathing so hard because he’s getting tired or because he knows getting your clit rubbed nudges you a little closer to the edge when you start to get louder. He breathes against your ear, “Come on me, please.” He’s mumbling now, less at you and more to himself.  “I wanna see you cum on me, please, please—”

Your legs begin to shake in his hold, fighting to shut close but the grip under your knees forces you to come with your legs spread wide, pussy making a show of spasming against Choso’s cock, voice breaking as you whimper. “That’s it baby, that’s it,” 

Choso is completely enamored, the sounds of your high pitched whines in the air was like music to him, the way you writhe against his body was this entrapping dance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He notes how you were still in your bra, he whispers something about it, but you’re just nodding your head with your eyes shut, riding it out. Then he’s unclipping the strap with one hand, the fabric falling off and releasing your perfect tits.

You then relax your back to him, twitching still. But then he’s thrusting his erect cock up between your folds, the stimulation starting to make you wetter again, your breath can only catch up so fast.  You’re attempting to lift your hips with a squirm.”Gi-give me a sec—”

Choso quickly lets your legs fall to the side and pauses, sitting up and moving your head to face him. “Shit- we can stop here,” he assured, breathy and worried. “I didn’t mean to, I was just looking at you. You looked-” So fucked out, “I’m sorry.“

“Sh-shut up,” You look away and Choso stiffens under you. Was he too rough? Before he could even utter another apology, you spoke, “I’m fine, I just need to— breathe.“ 

He watches you quiet down from underneath you, he’s rubbing your thighs comfortingly. “I am sorry,” The silence lingers, only getting tenser with each beat that passes.

And then you start chuckling — at nothing in particular. Your breathing slows down, and you look back to check on him. He looked so worried, brows pinched and his lip jutted out. A lazy smile breaks into your features, leaning down to catch him in a chaste kiss so he wouldn't see the expression on your face. “I liked it, okay?”

His breath hitched in his throat when you spoke against his lips, “Yeah?” 

You’re nodding, smile now exposed. You kiss him again, powerless against his sweet lips. He relaxes, hand coming up to the back of your head. “I wanna-“ A kiss, “Fuck you now,” A slower kiss, “Please.”

He’s backing up to read your face, reassessing. Within the silence, something passes between you two. Amidst the air that smells of sex and vaguely of tea, there’s this mix of warmth and uncertainty—and whether or not to dive in it — that lingers in between. 

He’s nervous under your gaze, once again, looking for a way out of your eyes that traps him so effectively like no other. He’s looking down at his still, very much, erect self. “I don’t have a condom.”

You’re thinking to yourself before you reach for the side table of your couch, scrambling for a box you kept there in case.

Choso’s scrambling to rip the plastic off before fishing for one packet. “I’m not really sure if it would fit so, maybe just try it,” You remark as you’re being maneuvered out of his lap and on the side of the couch. He fumbled with the rubber a couple times, pulling it down before it snapped a little too tightly on his girth. He tugs it down on him until a tear starts spreading on the side of the translucent material. 

“I’m sor—“ He hissed as it snapped against his skin, “See I can’t even fucking…I don’t think this is quite right—” He’s cursing to himself, obviously a little sexually frustrated. For someone his size he still managed to look somewhat like a defeated puppy. 

You’re tugging the broken thing off, relief blooming in his chest but it’s short lived as he’s reminded of how he might not even have sex with you anymore. “But no, we really don’t have to.”  He says, discouraged. 

“You can fuck me raw, I’m on the pill.” He internally groaned, pulled back out of his head. You just had a way with your words. 

He does a complete 180, eyes widening, shifting from beaten to optimistic. He reminds himself to curb his excitement though, slowing down. “You can be on top—set the pace?” You’re already moving to sit on his lap.

He’s nodding his head at you, and finally rips his shirt off himself, now completely naked. You’re staring down at him, licking your lips at the sight of his milky skin and toned chest. He pulls you out of your thoughts, voice small and distant. 

“I’ll pull out, yeah?” He’s swallowed back thickly, more of reminding himself to do that. “Just be slow okay? I didn’t prepare you that wel—um,"

His voice trails off when you’re already lining yourself up with his reddened tip. “A little at a time—Oh,” You’re already sinking down, unrepressed. 

The stretch is long and constant, to the point it feels like you’re rethinking how fast you jumped on this, except you remember you’re already lowering yourself very carefully. 

Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream when you get past the head, sinking lower, your walls throb against his member. You’re bracing yourself with a palm, Choso’s chest is covered in sweat and heaving. “You’re so—‘s really tight, oh fuck you’re so warm,” He whined out, unable to complete a sentence.

He’s leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck and then back on your lips to keep your mewls at bay. You’re kissing back, he’s only half way in when you start moving. Choso’s breaths turn ragged against yours, pulling you closer to him. You catch your breath, “It’s stretching me out so much, Choo-” You whine, slowly rolling your hips.

He’s squeezing your waist before trailing his hands down your ass, “You’re doing good, you’re doing really good.”

He’s looking down at your progress, struggling to tell where you ended and he begun, now nearer to the base of his cock. He throbs inside you. “Fuck, a-are you okay?” He’s looking back up at your face, taking in your lips, bitten and swollen under your teeth. 

He lets out a shaky whimper, “You’re taking so much.” His eyes finding their way back to your hole swallowing him. “So good, baby.”

You tuck your feet over his thighs for leverage, pulling off his cock slowly then sinking back down, and back up. You repeat the motions, torturously slow, your slick creating this lewd noise from each rock of your hips as you go deeper. Choso’s hands are on your thighs, weighing you down but he’s really holding back from actively pushing — still you’re sinking, taking more. 

You start to bounce, struggling to hold yourself up with your palm on his chest, the slight sting of the stretch dulling out to a deep pressure. It’s a lot easier now, you go even faster with the help of your growing arousal slicking up his cock. Every touch you leave on each other now feels highly sensitive, your tits pressed against Choso’s hard chest, his hands squeezing on your ass for dear life. You’re left unable to keep up conversations or teases to each other now, heads completely in a different space. You're left babbling incoherencies as your tingling nerves derail your focus, the only thing clear was to go after what felt good. 

But you falter, your knees slowing as they start to ache but you push yourself further, desperate, taking even more of Choso’s length. You find yourself losing balance and lean over, panting. You lift your hips, then let your ass fall back into his lap, a strained mewl leaving your throat, “I-I need help. I need you, Cho—need you t’a fuck my pussy,” 

He groans out at how high your voice got, fresh from its suppressed whines. “Okay I’ll help,” He’s quick with his hands, holding you by the globes of your ass, and pulls you up. He bites back a noise, hearing and feeling your tight pussy gush and clamp on him as he lifts until it’s just the tip. “s’ okay if I thrust a little?” He whispers against your ear, growing desperate as his cock pulses in anticipation. You nod fervently in his neck, arms circled around him. “Okay baby, I’m gonna. I’m gonna help this pussy- fuckkk” 

It’s noisier now, from your skin, sticky and slapping against each other, to your gasps turning into moans against each other’s open mouths. Choso’s now taking all the work, lifting your ass and bringing it down to meet his aching cock even faster than you could have. He starts meeting your pussy half way, thrusting up wards and it knocks the wind out of you.

Moans spill out of you with each thrust up, breaking and then bursting out of you. You’re clinging to him, bodies impossibly close, skin rubbed up against skin. “You’re so fucking loud, honey—do you like it?” His groans turn into grunts with how he’s physically exerting his body, on a mission to see you break apart on top of him.

You reply with a noise of acknowledgment, barely audible amongst the slapping and heavy breathing. You’re body feels hot all over, from inside and out. He’s deep enough inside you in places you didn’t even know was possible to go that far in, and the best worst part is you haven’t even reached the base of him yet. A new objective makes itself known in the part of your brain that still functioned, a dimly flickering idea. 

“Ch-choso can you, ngh—“ You’re bringing your face out of his neck to face him, but he’s still busying himself with his thrusts, “I want you deeper, c-could you do that f’me?”

He’s letting out a high pitched whine he when lets you down, about to throw his head back when you catch his lips in yours, tugging on his hair and pulling roughly.  “You’re stronger than me Cho, c’mon. Make me cum on your big cock—“

He groans, planting his feet on the ground, before you know it you’re up in the air, now standing. You cut yourself off with a moan, both of you do —sighing out when he lifts your ass up before dropping you on his painfully hard cock. “You’re so filthy when you talk, y’know that?”

It feels like he's all the way to your lungs when he finally bottoms out in you, which would make sense since it feels like you aren’t breathing anymore. You cry out once more, wiling your eyes and muffling the noises in his neck, biting down. “Are you crying?” He asks, concern prodding between his excitement, but the thought manages to make it’s way to his cock, fucking you on him rhytmically slow and deep. You let out a choked sob, “Fuck you’re crying—not even going that fast.”

“Then g-go faster,” You managed to voice out between moans, your hips wiggling in his grasp. He groans in response, kneading your ass to stop you from getting ahead of him.

“You tell me if it’s too much- just, you have to tell me a-alright?” You’re clenching on him, still trying to bounce. “Shit, Okay.” 

The slower sounds of your skin slapping each other turn into rapid, sharp sounds. Choso grunting from each thrust, now fully unrepressed. In seconds, the image you’ve crafted of him as this shy, hesitant boy, crumbles. You’re fully moaning out now, his cock nudging deeper and repeatedly in that spot that triggers your insides. “I’m so full, fuck-“

He’s hiccuping his moans out, turning into whimpers as he pumps you up and down even faster, his nails digging into the meat of your ass. “You’re taking me so good baby,” He’s thrusting up when he lets you fall on his cock midway, his muscles forgetting to strain. “Fuck, take it, take it—“ 

He dives in against your lips, tongue invading your whimpering mouth. You try your best to kiss back, eyes nearly closing while he’s drowning you in him. You’re clenching on his cock a lot tighter now, his balls drenched in your arousal, slapping against your other hole from the impact of his motions.

“I think I—I’m gonna cum-“ You pull away from Choso who lets out a breathy moan, licking your lips to chase yours. You’re falling limp against him, hips rendered useless when he’s already fucking you on a pace outside of your own stamina. 

Your insides are pulsing around his member, your moans growing even louder. Choso’s deep enough into you when he feels his cock twitch, “I need to pull out—“ You’re immediately protesting, letting out noises of disapproval. “No, no baby I’m gonna cum if you—“

“I don’t care.“ Fuck. Choso holds himself back, his pre-cum oozing out makes your sopping hole even more slippery at the thought of filling you up to the brim.  He’s thinking of ways to keep himself from cumming right this very second when you’re already so fucked out and desperate, high up in your own head.

His dick twitches again and he’s biting his lip, slowing his carry on your body til you’re stopping altogether. Before you could say anything else, he’s pulling out and placing you on the couch, lying down. You’re complaining, spreading your legs as much as the cushions on your side could let you. 

Choso’s holding his cock, squeezing at the base to calm himself down but he opens his eyes to your gaping, hungry hole, presented to him like an offer, “C-cum inside me, Cho,”

His resolve breaks within a blink of an eye, already laying above you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel like crying out of joy when he finally makes his way inside, thrusting slowly and hissing from how tight you still are. “I need to be on top of you, I need to—“ He mumbled, eyes already hazed out and clambering for satiation.

He topples over you as he finds his balance, now setting a newer pace from earlier, caging you with his body while his thrusts grow even faster.

The sensation is much more different now, a stretch added with the forces of his thrusts now fully landing on you.

He’s watching every twist of your face and moan spill out. Scanning your body downwards while he lays a palm on your lower abdomen, “If I cum inside you’re gonna bulge right h-here, d’ ya want that?”

You’re squealing against him when he presses down, his cock nudging where he’s digging his fingers from the outside. Your walls flutter against his member, sucking him in and pulsing wetly. Choso’s grunting against you, hips growing faster as he watches your eyes get even more hazy and your face twisted.

Your eyes are rolling back when he starts rubbing on your clit, already impatient with wanting to feel your pussy tighten impossibly around him.

He’s whispering incoherencies to you, face on your neck when he pulls back his hips and pushes back in deeply as he continues rubbing you. 

You cry out, shuddering against Choso as the coil in you snaps, holding onto his wrist as your legs secured against his ribs.

He lets out a shaky moan, pumping faster when he chases his orgasm while you ride yours out on him, bodies grinding up against each other intimately. 

A curse lets you know that he’s finally reached his climax, thrusts growing slow and deep while pumping you full of his sticky cum.  Your eyes are glossed over, your throat sore from your own voice when he’s riding out his high, panting and leaving kisses all over your face. 

Your chests are pumping against each other,  both catching your breaths. Your hand finds its way to his face, turning it so he could look back at you. His cheeks are red and his glasses were no longer on him, probably losing them from how much you’d been switching positions. 

You’re brushing his hair from his face, tucking a long strand onto his ear. Your body still feels like it’s on fire but it doesn’t compare to how even after all that, his stare on you still makes your heart skip a beat. You let out a breath, gathering yourself.

 “What do you think?” His eyes scans over your face, “Better than coming up to study?”

Choso shifts on his elbows as he’s laying on top of you.“Yeah that was…” He takes a moment to think of a better way to describe it, a smile spreading on his face. “Really good.” He settles with honesty instead.

He’s thumbing over your shoulder, a hundred thoughts trying to materialize themselves in his still mushed up brain. “I’ve never done it like that, before I mean.“ 

He’s looking up to meet your eyes, and you’ve got a glow emitting from you, drawing him in. He hesitates for a moment but then, “And you? How’d you feel?”

You huff out a soft chuckle, realizing how ironic this all was. How you’ve still managed to not destroy the awkwardness that came with affections even when you’ve skipped over to, well sex. Choso waits for your answer, something swirls tight in his chest, uneasy but still patient. 

You’re brushing back the hair on his scalp, taking in how much less guarded he looks without glasses. “Yeah, I feel…safe.”

He smiles, that knot in his chest untangling. To no surprise, he finds the thread it’s bundled from may be connected to you. “Yeah?”

You nod, smiling, “Yeah.”

looking at bakugou now, it always stings. it’s so vivid, the memory of how he’d look at you when you dated, that now it just feels like a hallucination that never happened. he looks disgusted, lip curled, eyebrows scrunched down and his eyes hooded as if he hates the fact you’re here. you think he just might. it doesn’t help when he pushes out of his seat with a loud scrape that makes your skin flare up with goosebumps. he storms out of the living room with his jaw clenched, off down midoriya's hallway. 

your shoulders drop, exhausted. you just wanted an evening with your friends. 

before you can apologise and sneak out, uraraka pipes up, donning a sweet pink sweater, hands intertwined under the table with midoriya's. her hazel eyes are so big and sympathetic that you’re embarrassed you caused this much commotion, “so sorry yn! we were texting you but i think because you were driving all the messages were going to silent.”

you pull out your phone. multiple texts from uraraka that bakugou’s flight was pushed back and he’s coming tonight. midoriya tried to call and then texted, Just a heads up, Kacchan will be here tonight. even todoroki, who only ever replies to you with one word, gave you two, Bakugou’s coming.

irritation blooms inside of you, prickling all over and you feel as if you’re about to bite. ochako is mumbling something to midoriya, who gives you another painfully sympathetic look and todoroki who is used to awkward dinners, focuses down on his phone, pretending he’s not there.

“sorry but it’s enough. i cant be doing this with him anymore, it’s unfair on you guys.”

you pull your shoes off, leaving them by the matching bigger ones at midoriya’s front door and plopping your bag down on his sofa.

“i’m going to talk to him and we’ll sort this out.”

todoroki looks up at you, a small smile on his face, “good luck.”

you already know where bakugou would be. everything you know about the man within three years of dating didn’t go down the drain. you pass the gym, midoriya’s bedroom, his bathroom, to his guest bedroom. yours and bakugou’s unofficial bedroom that you’d use every time you stayed over. 

you only knock once before pushing the door open, finding the pro hero laying back on the bed, on top of the covers, facing the ceiling. 

he’s always been the most beautiful man to you. you don’t think anyone else will ever be able to top him for the rest of your life. everybody always sees him mid fight, mid arguing, mid shouting. but bakugou katsuki, completely calm, is stunning.

gorgeous fluttering eyelashes that are long and straight. a jaw so sharp and a neck so thick, you remember kissing there first whenever you sat on his lap. his eyes… they span all shades of red depending on his emotions. your favourite was when they were a glowing ruby, full of love and appreciation for you.

but now he sits up, facing away and caught off guard by your presence. he was definitely expecting deku to walk in here, begging him to act right and to be nice to you. though once bakugou lays his eyes on you, a quick glance, his eyes become stone cold. washed over like a ship on stormy seas. he’s in a cream woollen zip up and you feel a burn right where your heart sits when you don’t recognise it.

bakugou leans forward, dropping his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. his sigh is dramatic and obnoxious and as much as you hate to see the disgust in his eyes when he looks at you now, you need to talk to him for the sake of your friends.

“we’ve got to talk.” you whisper. it’s like you’ve been demoted to a stranger, unsure how he’ll react.

“i don’t think we do, yn. i don’t have anythin’ to say to you.”

you’ve not spoken to him in weeks, perhaps when you asked him to pass the potatoes at kaminari’s dinner and before that was when you officially broke up. you’ve seen him a few times in agency offices, when you’ve had to drop things off. those times always ended with a melancholy look from him, before he stalks off out of your sight. since then you’ve successfully avoided each other.

bakugou still faces away from you. you can only see his side profile, his back. it reminds you of when you’d lie in this very bed, lightly scratching his back to tempt him to lay with you again. he’d always end up giving in.

“for our friends. we’ve made it so… awkward for them.” you’re looking at your hands because everything in this room is a memory.

“they’re my friends. they were my fuckin’ friends first.” he spits and that causes you to snap, rolling your eyes and turning your fingers into fists.

“how old are you?”

that causes bakugou to look at you. your body heats under his gaze. his eyes start at your socked feet, not bothering to put on slippers in your rush to talk to the man. your sheer black tights and mini skirt. then your winter jumper on top, red with a large white star in the centre. he’s silent as he stares at your face, your pouted lips, pretty eyes. your cheeks and forehead that he’d always kiss first.

“the fuck?”

“you’re acting like a child. you met them first at school and i met them when i started the programmes with ochako! they’re our friends. i didn’t even meet them through you!” you blurt, throwing your hands up in the air.

bakugou bolts up and the motion surprises you but you stand your ground refusing to move. 

“i’m acting like a child? it’s you and them with all these fuckin’ texts. nobody tells me when you’re going to be here, nobody texts me in advance that yn is on her way. you’re always just here and everyone’s always so fuckin’ happy to see you.”

he’s massive, he’s always been large, able to loom over you and intimidate. at least he’s trying to intimidate you, make you leave and back down. you see his gold canine when he grinds down on his jaw, the scars on his hands tightening as he crosses his arms across his chest. it doesn’t work on you. you’re seen this man in every position possible. crying in your arms when he couldn’t save a little girl in a fire and begging you not to leave him. in hospital, weak with fresh stitches across his chest and in your bedroom, overstimulated for a release. 

so you step in closer to him, head up so he can’t break eye contact with you, “because you act like this. running off to have a tantrum whenever i appear. we can be civil, i always wanted us to be civil, katsuki.”

he laughs, lacking all humour with a grin that looks villainous. “you think we can be civil? to go from loving you, to fuckin’ civil?”

you sharply inhale. there should have been a contract he signed that you can’t talk about how much he loved you and you to him.

“do you not think about how painful it is to be around you? listenin’ to how good your life is going without me in it? up on the charts, another sponsor. i get it if i have to see you in agencies, but at deku’s? in this f-fuckin’ room?” 

bakugou’s trying not to shout, he knows how you shut down when anyone raises their voice at you. but not shouting means now his voice is trembling, a scratched whisper like his voice box is infected with sickness.

you’re speechless for a moment and he takes a chance to stand up straighter, a deep breath to reorder his organs. “so fuckin’ forgive me if i have to take a moment before dealing with you, unexpectedly, for a whole evening.”

“i didn’t want us to be like this.” you shake your head, chewing down on your cheek. it’s you who looks away because bakugou looking like he’s about to cry will set you off. you can see his waterline brewing with tears, even when he turns to wipe them away.

“you did a fucked job at makin’ us any different.”

you’re like an untrained puppy, jumping from emotion to emotion with every word he says. you clutch the end of your skirt so you don’t press your fingernails into your palms.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same in my position! our jobs always come first if we like it or not!” you blurt, “i couldn’t handle comparing myself to you all the time, about how the media would say i’m weak and an embarrassment for you. you would have done the exact same to me!”

he’s going to pull his hair out by the root, you never see his point of view. he wishes he could just insert his brain into yours for a moment, see yourself how he sees you and nothing else matters. “i never gave a fuck about the media. you shouldn’t have given a fuck either.”

you scoff, “it’s easy for you to say when you weren’t being bombarded with it.”

you walk over to look out the window, anything away from the man who makes you crumble. it’s feels as if all your senses are going off, serotonin being released in the air just from being in his presence. 

“and my life hasn’t been better without you. i’ve just been working so much and i wanted my one break with my friends. not to be arguing with you.” you watch the snow fall outside, a tree branch snapping from holding too much. 

“i can make a statement. tell them all to back off, that there’s no need to compare us. to even talk about us.”

you didn’t expect him to be so close to you, the heat of his breath trickling down your neck. his voice is deep and gravelly, every word scraping his throat.

you smile, defeated, “we both know they’d ignore it. i saw a comment that i was just a waiting room until you leave me and become number one. i was overthinking every time i’d see you talk to another woman.”

you yelp when his calloused fingers land on your bicep, spinning you around so your back is pressed against the window.

the need is tangible in his eyes, molten lava pupils forcing you into his atmosphere. his hand stays on your bicep and his other twitches to land on your cheek, your waist, though it lays limply by his side.

“was i not good to you? did you think i would have actually gone through with cheatin’ on you? did i not show you how much i love you?” 

you can’t handle all the emotion, the crack in his voice, how he gives in and tangles his fingers with yours. you turn away from him, clamping your eyes shut so you don’t cry.

“it wasn’t about that—,”

he doesn’t give you time, fingertips on your chin to face him again, “answer me. did i show you how much i love you? i treated you right, always looked after you. i took you on dates, bought you gifts. i always made you breakfast and picked you up when i was half asleep and i listened to everything you’d ever say.”

you’re nodding before he can finish his sentence, wiping away the tear trickling down your cheek. “you did. you were so good to me.”

bakugou feels desperate, shaking the bars to his enclosure to get you to understand. “so why the fuck would i cheat on you? you’ve all i’ve ever wanted, all i need—,”

“i know, katsuki, i know but i couldn’t control it! i was always reading that i’m incomparable to you, an article on how another hero would match you perfectly, seeing your new sidekicks and i couldn’t do it.” you sniff and both paw-like palms rest on your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

it’s a reflex, it’s the only way he can excuse why he kisses you. whenever you’d cry around him, be it over stress or a bad day at work, bakugou would always lay his lips over yours in a little peck. it was the only way to snap you out of your carousel of revolving thoughts.

his lips are sweet on your salty ones and he’s about to apologise for even touching you like that, how inappropriate but you sneak your arms around his neck and lock his head to yours. it’s a peck that becomes open mouthed, his head tilting as he pushes you up against the window. he swallows your gasp, his hand sneaking up your jumper to feel your warm waist at the same time you bite down on his lower lip. 

“i’ve missed you so much.” he mumbles against your lips and you’re yet to say the same, you’re yet to even say you still love him. bakugou doesn’t know how to get it out of you without begging.

you pull him back in, hands clutching at his hair. everything is grabby and needy, soft fabric of his jumper in your palms and your pulsing tongue swiping against his. it all makes you wetter, wetter than you’ve been in months. 

bakugou presses his crotch in your stomach and your shaky exhale becomes a whimper. “tell me you missed me, baby.”

you don’t even need to think, the words tumble past you, your inner dialogue escaping, “i’ve missed you so much, so much katsuki.”

that’s enough for bakugou to pick you up and throw you onto the bed. your bed. his bed. forearms by your head and he’s kissing trails across your jawline, down your neck. your legs magnetise around his waist, biting back groans every time he grinds between your open legs. 

“needed to hear that. i’ve been dying, being apart from you,” and he wants to whip off your jumper to kiss down your shoulder and chest. everything feels insufficient, if he doesn’t touch you now, when will you ever let him again? his chest is heavy and heaving and it’s your hands grabbing at his jumper for him to take it off.

he does so without much thought and bakugou feels alight, a raging ball of fire as your eyes gaze down his body. your lips are bitten sore, eyes swollen red and he doesn’t think you could be any prettier than you are at this moment. your hands brush down his chest, thumbs over his nipples, each finger tip across his abdomen. bakugou’s breathing is unpredictable, shaky. his cock is sitting painfully in his jeans and all he’s done is kiss you.

“you’re so beautiful. i always told you that, didn’t i?” you mumble in a trance and bakugou slowly nods.

“yeah, you did. nothin’ compared to you though, prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. i will ever see.”

he shuffles your thick jumper off, leaving you in a delicate lilac lace bra and your mini skirt. “fuck,” it feels like forever since he’s last had you like this, needy and panting in his arms, “and you took all this away from me?” then he laughs, “i didn’t even do shit.”

his gaze is so soft, so loving, it makes you weightless. you hold his cheek, unable to contain it all without feeling like you made a grave mistake.

“katsuki,” you whisper, dragging him down by his nape for another kiss. you’re biting away your moans, tugging tufts of his hair without realising. he starts to grind down on you again and your tights are so thin against his jeans that everything feels delectable. “we can’t have sex.”

“why?” bakugou pulls off you, eyes wide and alert. he’s preparing for his heart to break again, you’ve been with someone else since you’ve been apart, you’re dating someone new, you’re—

instead, you give him a smile that renders his brain useless, pure mush and fog. “because all our friends are a few rooms over wondering why we aren’t screaming our heads off at each other.”

bakugou blinks, then blinks some more to clear his vision from his one track mind to make you come or to kill a man that doesn’t exist. 

there’s still so much to say between you both, he needs you to be his again, he needs to fix this problem in with your relationship, he needs you back in his fucking arms.

“i swear i don’t fuckin’ care.” and you can tell from the way he holds you closer against his chest, rocking his hips into yours, “there’s not one part of me that cares right now.”

you take it upon yourself to tighten your legs around bakugou’s hips and roll him onto his back so you’re on top, sitting on his chest.

it’s arousing how he grins, slow and seductive like this sneaking around is just foreplay, a little bit of fun.

“and i’m sorry baby, but we still need to talk about everything,” you breathe.

“baby? i still gotta chance?”

“i didn’t—,” you sigh, palms pressed flat against his chest. you adore bakugou with his cheeks flushed, eyes hooded sleepily and his hands locked on your hips, “i need to work through things.”

he intertwines his fingers with yours, “together, we can work through them together.” he doesn’t let you look away from him, “can’t let you get away again. i can’t.”

“don’t make me cry again,” you lightly scratch his chest and bakugou thinks he’s discreet when he shifts you onto his cock.

but you inhale immediately, gnawing down on your bottom lip to fight a moan, “katsuki,” you warn.

“not gonna make you cry. fuckin’ hate when you do.” he thrusts his hips upwards, grinding your hips over him like you’re clay to be moulded.

“no, i mean it about us not having sex,” you whine, flicking your hips in rhythm with him. bakugou’s dying to kick his jeans off, feel you wet and warm around him. “we need to go back in there and act like we hate each other.”

“don’t hate you. it’s the fuckin’ opposite.” all the blood in bakugou’s races to his crotch, head light with nothing inside. moans are tumbling from him, eyes on your breasts spilling out of your pretty bra.

he nods his head to it, “when’d you buy that? when we broke up?”

his hand sneaks under your skirt, the pads of his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles into your clit. 

you’re overwhelmed, hard to focus on what you shouldn’t do, what you want to do and what you shouldn't say. you don’t stop roaming his chest, rutting your hips against his hand.

you shake your head, breathless, “no. when we were together.”

“hah?” he grunts, studying you like you’re an equation to work out. he keeps rubbing you over your thin layers, electric that you want him just as much, “why’d i never get to see it?”

you’re pressing your hips down, pleasure spreading through you like melting butter. you’re all hot, flushed, hair a mess. “i don’t want to tell you.”

that makes bakugou perk up, resting up on a forearm, “nah, tell me. tell me or you’re not comin’.”

“no, it’s so embarrassing,” you slur, kissing the corner of his lips then his bottom one. it’s like you’ve never been apart, everything about him is so familiar.

sitting up fully now with you straddling his lap, bakugou sneaks his hand past your tights and underwear. his rough fingers swipe down to your centre, collecting your wetness to rub over your sensitive bud. you can barely keep your head up.

“oh fuck,” you mewl, lips against his ear, “it always feels so much better when you do it.”

“i know, baby,” he coos, other hand on your ass, “tell me why i’ve never seen this bra.”

you’re close to tears for a whole other reason now, clutching onto him like a lifeline.

“i-i was so insecure by the end. thinking about you and other women. thought you wouldn’t like me like this,” you whimper.

it’s anger that strikes bakugou first, anger at himself, for you feeling like this and him not having a clue until you couldn’t handle it all. no matter what he thinks, he wasn’t a good boyfriend, he should have known this, noticed the changes.

“so stupid. have never looked at anyone else since i met you. whenever i touch myself i think of you. it’s a fuckin’ privilege seein’ you like this, yn,” no pet name because he needs you to know he means you. “you’re the first thing i’ve ever wanted and couldn’t have. ripped from my fuckin’ hands.”

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, so close to falling apart over his fingers. you just need one thing to set you off. your body moves hypnotically over him and bakugou’s in a trance. your breasts heave in his face and he litters kisses over them.

“don’t apologise to me. i’m gonna fix this all,” he breathes, lips wet with his own spit, “gonna come for me, sweetness? wanna see you.”

you take his jaw in your palm, bringing him to your face in an open mouthed kiss. as soon as his tongue touches yours, you’re falling apart, hips jutting faster, face going limp. there’s white behind your eyelids, squeezing them shut because the pleasure is more than you can handle.

“all for me. let me have it. my pretty girl, aren’t you?” he grunts, laying kiss upon kiss on your lips. “you’re not leavin’ me after this are you?”

“fuck,” you try to whisper so your friends don’t hear, but it’s spilling out of you, “no, never. i love you so much, katsuki. so much.”

finally, finally he gets to hear it from you. “i love you too. you drive me insane.”

once you’re wiped out, bakugou pulls his fingers from your quivering hole and quickly inserts them into his mouth. 

you laugh sleepily, hitting his shoulder, “you’re so crazy.” 

he shrugs, locking you in his arm against his chest. once he's sure he's sucked every bit of your essence, he smirks, “i would eat you out but they’re gonna hear you screamin’. you wouldn’t want that.”

he’s missed you desperately. especially like this, tender in his arms looking at him like he’s your world. he’s sure he’s got the same look in his eyes.

another giggle flows from you.

“can i be yours again? you takin’ me back?” he asks softly, preparing to flinch from your rejection. he could barely take it the first time, but now?

“i’m not saying no—,”

bakugou rests his head on your shoulder in failure, hands gripping your waist. “fuck.”

“no, listen to me,” he lifts his head slowly, the pout unmissable, “i love you, i want to be with you forever. i just need to work on ignoring the comments and getting so jealous. or else this will just happen again.”

“can’t have this happenin’ again,” he mumbles, completely lovedrunk, trying to read everything unsaid in your eyes. 

you shake your head, holding him in your hands, “just give me some time, please. i know i sorta sprung it on you before.”

he understands what you’re saying, he gets it. doesn’t mean it still doesn’t sting. he kisses both your palms, holding your wrists. you feel soppy like a ball of emotions and bakugou doesn’t look any different.

“okay. tell me what i needa do too. you and i against the world, baby.”

that makes you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you and i, baby.”

after spending another fifteen minutes looking like you didn’t just come on his fingers, you and bakugou walk back into midoriya’s living room a metre apart. 

uraraka has a shaky smile on, looking like prey in an ocean of sharks. izuku has a single eyebrow raised in suspicion and todoroki, well he’s completely neutral.

“you guys back together now?” the bi-haired pro hero asks.

“you were gone for a while,” your best friend offers, tilting her head for an answer.

a slow smile creeps on midoriya’s face, particularly focusing on his best friend beside you. how bakugou twitches, the permanent blush on his face and how his cream woollen jumper is zipped not quite all the way up, showing a little too much chest. 

though he doesn’t say a word, he knows exactly what’s gone down.

you're first to shake your head, sitting next to midoriya whilst bakugou sits across from you on the sofa next to todoroki. you stare at your ex-boyfriend when you reply to your friends, pulling the sleeve of your jumper. 

“no, we were just talking. had lots to say.” 

bakugou bites his smirk, pulling on his best poker face as he spreads his legs apart and slouches on the sofa. 

“mind your business,” is all he says, looking at your thighs so you cross them over in a panic.

todoroki laughs, “sure, like the tension in this room hasn’t changed.”

bakugou shoves his friend, “shut the fuck up.”

uraraka locks eyes with you on her arm chair, mouthing, “you okay?”

you nod, eyes practically twinkling. mouthing back, “i’m good.”

after the snappy back and forth between bakugou and todoroki, ruby eyes are back on yours with sappy adoration, knee bouncing and scratching the back of his head.

“see, you could barely talk about yn before and now you can’t take your eyes off her.”

“leave him, shouto!” midoriya blurts at the same time bakugou grunts, “get off my fuckin’ ass.”

todoroki deems his suspicions confirmed when bakugou climbs into your car at the end of the night.

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