summary: you made peace that you'd sneak into the rival universityâs swimming pool to sabotage their star captainâthe almighty Katsuki Bakugou himself. Though things might not go as you plannedâŠ
tags: profanities. sexual activities, and terms. heavy petting. no penetration. no use of y/n. mdni. two-shot. (3.2k) swimmer!b.k x f!reader
navi for part 2
Chapter 1: tom and jerry
Thereâs a rumor. A ritual, apparently. Something stupid. And something the Yuwei Sports Universityâs star captain of the swim team does the night before every swimming tournament. You heard, ever since the blondie started it, heâs been taking gold after goldâtruly undefeated champion.
Two days before the competition. You've decided, after countless thoughts, countless plans, and countless attempts, to wake the fuck upâthat deep inside, you knew it wouldn't end well. Still, you're gonna slip in.Â
Tonight's the perfect day. Like the one stubborn little rodent you are, about to steal food. And it just so happens that the ash-blonde's the owner.Â
Itâs worth a shot, you said. As a student from Shiketsu Sports Academy, their main rival school, nonetheless.
âGirl, do you really have to do this? What if you get caught?â Camieâs voice echoed through the phone. âOf course. I hate seeing my brother loseââ you hissed back, keeping your tone down, hiding behind the dense shrubs thicket. âEspecially to that cocky fucktard.â
ââAnd I wonât get caught. At least⊠I think so.â You take a quick peek at the exit of the indoor pool, seeing other members of their men's swimming team now taking the exit of the facility. Your eyes squint at the figures. Todoroki. Kirishima. Kaminari. Midoriya. Sero. Iida. Tokoyami. All of them exit.Â
With no Bakugou in sight.Â
Todoroki slows down, subtly glancing all over, before meeting your eyes from afar. He briefly nods. Then jogs quickly to his peers.
You smirk.
Bingo.
âGirlâthe hypocrisy!âYou were literally eye fucking him the first time you saw that fucktard. You whore.â You rolled your eyes. âI find him hot, yesâfuck too hot. But itâs hard to drool over a guy when my brother's been sulking all the damn time because of him. Iâd like some peace of mind, thank you.âÂ
Camie snorts. âI don't get it. Inasa's completely fine with losing. Yes, he gets sulky. But he'll be cool later. Heck, he's even hanging out with those Yuwei boys.â
âWellâI'm not fine with it. I'm the one being bothered."
âAnd what if Inasa finds out about your little sabotage mission?â
âHe'd hate me. Probably would sulk forever.â You let out a sigh. âWaitâYou wouldnât snitch on me, would you?â Crickets on the other line. âCamie! I'm your friend! Bestfriend!âÂ
âHmm⊠you're kinda close with Shoto, right? You promise to set me up with him?â
You heavily sigh, defeated. âFine. Deal. Just keep your mouth shut and distract the guards.â You can practically hear her squeals from the other side of the phone. âBet. Don't slut around, bitch. Bye!â you rolled your eyes as the line ended.Â
You tug the blanket tighter around youâyour makeshift invisibility cloak. âDamn. I feel like Hermione right now.â You make your way through the indoor pool's exit. If things go to hell, at least he wonât see your face. Right?Â
Just a week ago, at a certain pretty boy's birthday bash, he accidentally spilled the details about Bakugou. One shot of sake is all it takes for him to talkâthe ever-so-dashing, Shoto Todoroko. Heâd told you about Bakugouâs lucky swim trunks and how he'd practice with them, a day before competitions, unaware you had ulterior motives. Poor innocent guy. Lucky you.Â
Bakugou Katsukiâthe golden boy. Ranking first place, every damn time. And right behind him? Yoarashi Inasaâyour brother. If it werenât for the spiky-haired menace, Inasa wouldâve won the tournaments. Instead, every loss ended with your mountain boar of a brother demanding a comfort hug. A tight, clinchy, and cramped bear hugâ
Every. Single. Time.
Youâd had enough.
If sabotaging that delicious, dashing, panty-dropping gorgeous blondie meant your peace and no bear hugs, then so be it. You grin. âGet ready for me, Bakubabe.â At least, you get to see a second of him again.Â
Fair enough.
You sprint toward the indoor pool, gripping each end of the blanket tightly. And there he is from a distanceâsoaking deep, as his butterfly strokes cut through the water flawlessly, as though his flexed muscled arms were blades. Wings, even.
Breathtakingâ
Ravishingâ
âPerfectââ you whisper, admiring the blonde behind a vending machine near the locker rooms, peeking through the machine, in awe, as if you were one prey bedazzled by their food. Little did you know, your teeth have been munching on your red painted lips the entire time. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he completed another lap, though from your hiding spot, you couldn't see it. You take a long breath, âFocus. Bros before hoes. I can do this.â Nodding to yourself with gleeful determination, you slip into the locker rooms, gently. The door closes carefully until it clicks shut.
Click.
You immediately rush to one human-sized locker, uniquely painted in bold orange with straight black strokes. You shake your head. âTsk. Tsk. Does he think he's all that? What an egotistical guy.âÂ
A hot as fuck egotistical guy.
âShut up!â Teeth gritting at your talking mind, as you search his locker's contents freely. T-shirts. Dumbbells. A cap. A speaker. âWhy's there no trunks?â You mutter, continue searching, the tip of your foot now tapping against the tiled floor. Jackets. Sweatpants. It was all the usual, just normal stuff, untilâa one-square packet fell. You picked it upâ
A condom. Double XL.Â
To say you were stunned was an understatement. You blink, lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, gulping down a big lump of your own saliva down your throat.
Then Inasa's big smile flashes through the back of your mind, his arms spread out, ready for the hug. You hit your head. âStupid. FocusâHere's to no bear hugs!â You nod briskly, about to shove the condom back.Â
But then, footsteps reverberate from the outside.Â
Thud. Thud. Thud.Â
Each approaching step imitates the sound of your heartbeat. The heck?! Todoroki said he'd swim till oneâit's just midnight! I should still have an hour left! Why is he back so early?!Â
You wrap yourself back in the blanket and dash to the locker beside him, not bothering to close his messed-up locker at the very least. Thinking, he'd probably assume it's his peers. You nod to yourself so surely, low breaths, clutched so tight in the blanket, it's almost strangling you. And still clutching in one hand⊠his condom.Â
The door opened, and you peeked through the locker slats. You heard the door lock. Click. There he goesâdamp luscious hair, waist wrapped in a white towel as he finger combs his hair, walking towards his locker. You avert your gaze, closing your eyes shut instead.Â
Godly thoughtsâ
Godly thoughtsâ
GOD, WHY DID YOU CRAFT SUCH A DIVINE MAâ?!
He calls your name, suddenly. You freeze, ice cold on the spot.Â
Shit.
âCome out, now.â He exclaims. âWhile I'm asking nicely.â Though his tone was deep and threatening.Â
How the heck does he know my name? We've never talked!
Silence. Only your frenzied heartbeat fills your ears. No. I should at least keep my dignity. I won't come outâeven if he's my big fat crusâ
The locker doors unlocked. Agonizingly slow, hearing every creak. When it openedâŠ
The door revealed the spikyhead menace. You stared at him, lips slightly open, blinking repeatedly, dewy-eyed. So fucking handsome⊠His damp hair was pushed back, staring back with a slight glint in his carmine eyes.Â
âCat got your tongue?â He raised a brow, his rough voice pangs you in the head, like some hammer. You bury your face in the blanket and go for a run, straightaway.Â
But his hand clutched the back of your top ever so smoothly, feeling like a sneaky mouse caught by a raging cat. âYou're actually fastâI'll give you that.â He pulled you toward the benches, hands on your shoulders as he forced you to sit, then stood before you.Â
âBut itâs cuz of damn athletes like youââ He crossed his arms, muscles flexing, his skin still moistened, glistening like a glazed doughnut. I just wanna biteâWake the fuck up! This is a matter of life and death!Â
ââThe reason why people think all athletes are fuckinâ airheads.â Still, you remained tight-lipped, contrary to your squabbling inner voice. Your head droops low, facing your thighs instead.
You can feel his eyes on you. But you don't mind. This is too embarrassing. Even for someone like you.Â
A moment of deafening silence fills the locker room. Only the occasional drops of water from the showers, and the chirping crickets can be heard.
Just then, he slowly dropped to his knees, his arms lying on each side, entrapped by him as he gripped the benches. W-What's happening? Why's he kneeling?Â
A calloused hand suddenly removes the blanket around you tenderlyâbehold, your dolphin shorts and a baggy bomber jacket. A pause, then you felt his eyes hover over you. His finger finds your chin, gently lifting itâhe's now beneath, gazing up at you. âTell meâŠâ His husky voice whispers.Â
The same finger brushed past your knees. Trailing up to your bare thighs. Barely touching. Up to your hand by your thighs. Your heart fucking stops beating as you catch your breath. His eyes haven't left yours. You should pull away. Swat his hand or something. You don't. You just watch him. Never breaking eye contact. His hand stills on your lap. You felt his thumb start brushing the end of your shorts. The sound escapes before you can stop itâa soft, breathy, âMmmâŠâ Your hand flies to your mouth. Too late. He heard it.
His eyes darkened. âYou good?â How can this be good?! Asshole. I just wanna pull youâÂ
âFine,â you manage. It comes out throaty.Â
His smirk grows. âYou sure?âÂ
Dick.
âMmm.â He kept on trailing, back and forth. Featherlight touches, and you see itâthe way his Adam's apple bobs deep. The way his muscles flex harder, gripping onto the bench tightly, knuckles white. Stealing glances at your thighs and back at you, a small curl on his lipsâ
Then he swiftly snatched the condom from your hand.Â
Ah, shit. I forgot.
He slightly smirks, with a playful glint in his eyes. âWhy did you bring a condom?â Your eyes widened as you were about to reach for itâhe snatched your hand. âAre you planninâ on doing something to me or what?â Your brows furrowed.Â
He holds it up between two fingers. âDouble XL,â he reads, tone low and amused. âYou did your research.âÂ
Your face burns. âThatâs not itâI didnâtââÂ
âNo?â He leans closer, his lips almost brush your jaw.Â
Your brain short-circuits for a beat. Then he chuckled. That freaking chuckle, bringing you back to your senses. You shift your gaze anywhere, but him. ââI didnât bring that! It's in your locker!â You pointed at his locker, wide-eyed.Â
His smirk returns. âOh? So you went through my shit?â
Oops.Â
He just cracked a sly grin, setting the condom beside you. Then he placed your hand on his shoulder. His bare shoulder under your touch. Before he leaned even closer. Unaware, your legs decided to spread themselves as he kept leaning. Even closer. His head is just inches away from your chest. So close that you're smelling his burnt sugar scent. So close that if he looked downâjust a tad downâhe'd be squished against your breast, accidentally.Â
âWhatâŠâ you swallowed. âare you doing?â You muttered, teeth lightly biting your lips.Â
He tilted his head, still with a smirk. God, that sexy smirk. Silence stretches between you. Two seconds. Three. You don't know. His eyes were drowning, at this pointâyou're just braindead. âHm?â His voice drops lower. âJust not risking a track and field athlete running away.â His arms behind you slowly shift in a caging position. Just inches away from your ass. Your inner thighs pressed against the sides of his naked chest. âWe need to talk,â he declared, so close you could feel his breath.
Usually, even from afar, you'd see and hear how he's truly one loud menace. Boastful. Arrogant. A devastatingly gorgeous fucktard. That's how he is. Yet right now⊠Why is he⊠gentle? You were about to steal from him. He should be mad. Throw you out. Report you to the deans. Snitch to your brother. He should do that. Instead⊠heâs kneeling before you, too close.Â
âIn this position?âÂ
He nodded. âI feel incredibly comfy from hereâShould I pull away?â
His gaze unwavering, leaning his face closer, you could almost feel his breath. You should say yes. Tell him to back off. You shouldâBut his face is just right there. His long lashes. Damned perfectly shaped brows. Incredibly sharp ruby eyes. Clear airbrushed skin. Wet, lustrous blonde locks. Those moisturised pink lips. You could just lean forward andâNo. Bros beforeâfuck, what was my mantra?
âHow could I say noâŠâ
A grin instantly appeared on his lips, then you slightly leaned backwards for space, chest puffed out a tad with one hand lying behind you for support. You rest yours over his other hand. Your lips start to dry, so you wet themânever breaking eye contact. âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âAll of it.â He rasped, your brow raising in response. âConfess with all you've got. If you leave one thing, or stopâI'll rat you out to your brother.â His palm rested atop your thighs, dangerously high.Â
âMm, not scared of him.â You muttered. He began caressing your inner thigh. Repeatedly. You tighten your grip on his shoulder, faintly digging your nails in, as he hissed. Fuck the mantraâFully feeling the heat of his palm, you nibble your inner lip, biting back an embarrassing moan yet again. Your thighs tense. Yet his hands don't stopâ
And you want it that way.
âYeah? Then talk.â
âIf I don't?âÂ
His hand halted stroking, the curl in his lips pressed into thin lines as the playful glint in his carmine eyes disappeared. âI'll stop. You can leave the room right now, I won't tell shit, and we'll forget this happenedââ
âYour call.â He mumbled, yet his palm didn't leave your thighs. What he said was the best possible route for your situation. Your mind keeps telling you to take his offer. It isn't so bad, after all. So you shouldââI⊠I'll tell you.â Just like that, your body decides to take over. No thoughts. No planning. Just feeling.
Best fucking decision ever.
The curl is his lipsâ return. âThat's it, good girlââ Not having time to react, His hands grip under your thighs abruptly, your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he stands up. He spun around as his towel fell in the process, whilst he flashed a small, genuine smile. Not playful. Not teasing. An honest one. Just a flicker, but you caught it. I've never seen him smile⊠so handsomeâŠÂ
He sits down on the bench, with you comfortably perched atop his lap, legs resting on each of his sides. His rugged hands rubbed small circles on your back, eyes locked to you. âMy knees hurtâyou can tell me like this.â You raise a brow at his smug look. Sure, it does.
Your hands find their way to your jacket zipper and drag it down painfullyâslowlyâbefore tossing it somewhere. The cold air surged over your bare torso, with only the lace bra covering your tits. âIt's hot,â you reason. His eyes darkened, locked into your covered breasts freely. You feel his fingers drag up to your waist.Â
You lifted his chin, imitating that sexy smirk. âEyes on me. We're talking,â You rasped, forcing eye contact. He stayed watching. Anticipating your every move. You wrapped your arms around him, jerking your hips forward, tits pressed against his hard chest. Then you sit on his bulge. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer. Harder. âMmm,â you whimpered, heart racing uncontrollably.
His grip on your butt cheeks tightened at the sound of your moan, pressing you harder on his bulge. You gasp as you feel his hard cock, nibbling your lip, almost bruising it. Your cunt pulsed inside your shorts, wetness pooling, gushingâit seeped through the fabric. You're soaked, he can probably feel it. No. He should feel it. You rolled your hips against his bulge, digging your nails deep into his back. "Uh-huhâ" Your voice shakes as you grind down. Back and forth. Excruciatingly. Torturously. Painfully. Slow. He grunts, âArghâYou can talk later,â he bucks, thrusting up to you.Â
His cupped your flushed cheeks, his thumb rubbing them slowly. Then his hand shifted to the back of your head, âI fuckinâ want you. Right nowââ He pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours. Your mouth opened for him, letting his tongue explore deep. Your hands tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer. Deeper. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth. Sloppily. Filthy. His hands roamed your back, fingers tracing your spine. As you arched into him, grinding harder desperately. His fingers find the hook of your bra, unhooking with a quick click. âFuckâ" he breaks the kiss, panting. His forehead rests against yours, his carmine eyes filled with lust. âWe can stop if you want.âÂ
You pull back slightly, breathless, âHuh? No wayââ You peck his cheeks. Then press your lips to his swollen ones. Down to his neck, peppering it with soft kisses. He keeps his carmine eyes on you, heaving. As your lips trailed down to his rock-hard chest. But then you saw itâ
The tiger-print trunks. Right there. Just under you.Â
His lucky trunks. Your eyes widened, looking up at him. He's wearing it all this time?!
âSee somethinâ you like?â He smirked. Too wide. And you swore. It was the cockiest smirk you've seen. âBetter yetâsomethinâ you came here for?âÂ
You freezed. Seconds passed before you digest the news.
âMotherfucker.â
You push his chest away, getting off his lap. âHey, hey, heyââ He grips your waist tighter, holding you down your place. ââWhatâs the problem?â his brows furrowed, ruby eyes glinting in confusion. You heave a long breath and glared at the ash-blonde. âSo you knew my plan? Shoto told you?â He just hums, back to messaging the sides of your waist.Â
âFrom the get-go? That's why you knew I was hiding there?â
He nodded. âMhm.â
âSo⊠you're playing me?â
âMhmâHah? Fuck no! It's not like thatââ
âI like you.â Your heart beats fast. Too fast. âToo fucking much.â His hands paused, staring at you for a long time. Too long. His sharp eyes, wide-eyed.Â
âYou know that damn well. Everybody does. So, to get back at me, for this shitass attempt to sabotage you, you take advantage of my feelings. Is that it?âÂ
He uttered your name, âHey, noâI would nevââÂ
âBakugou,â your voice low. âI may be stupid. Petty. And freaking fool for you. Butâno one gets to use me. Not even you.âÂ
In a flash, you were off his lap. Swiftly picking up the blanket and your jacket, as you frantically zipped it back on.
He followed you around, calling your name yet again as you rushed to the door. âHear me ouââÂ
You glanced at him, brows deep as it can get, eyes filled with fury. âFor godsakeâwe were about to fuck! So report meâDo whatever the hell you want for all I care!â
âDonât follow me!â You yelled before the door shut.Â
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summary: you made peace that you'd sneak into the rival universityâs swimming pool to sabotage their star captainâthe almighty Katsuki Bakugou himself. Though things might not go as you plannedâŠ
tags: profanities. sexual activities, and terms. vanilla sex. foreplay. aftercare. no use of y/n. mdni. two-shot. (9.2k) swimmer!b.k x f!reader
navi for part 1
Chapter 2: lucky charm
âThis is Pool Instructor Hizashi Yamada of Musutafu Aquatic Centerâpaging the tournament participants. I repeatâpaging the tournament participants. Please be by the main pool in 10 minutes. Thank you!â
The public address speakers broadcast from the center's locker room, earning a glance from Bakugou. He was about to close his locker. However, his eye seized something. He froze on the spot, and a playback of memories from two days ago surged before his eyes. The tiger trunks. The sole reason for a dispute with someone. More so, a one-sided dispute he'd never gotten to explain himself. Now, it'd be a damned grace if he ever got toâwithout being run away from or shoed at that. Just a day ago, he drove to Shiketsu himself, in hopes of speaking with that someone. And being a track and field athlete, the moment they've seen each other, he had to chase the stubborn running mouse, like they were in a damned lost episode of Tom and Jerry. Eventually, he lost track. Again.Â
All of a sudden, Kirishima in Yuwei's sports attire popped up from behind and jumped in between him and Todoroki. âGoodluck, Yuwei's aces! We'll cheer for you!â his solid arms wrapped over their exposed shoulders.Â
âMhm. Now, get off, m'not in the mood.â He shrugs off the redhead. Todoroki expressed his appreciation, then returned to wearing his swim cap. Kirishima just laughed it off, commanding his captain's wish. He sat down on the benches. Til a thing on Bakugouâs nude back caught his sight.
Nail scratches. Deep, deep ones. Bakugou's never a cat person, nor is he an animal lover, the redhead mused to himself. Soâ
âBakubro⊠you finally got a girl?â Bakugou stoppedâthen shut his locker, deafeningly. Todoroki shot him a knowing look.
In a locker room full of shirtless athletes, the sole mention of Bakugou and a girl rang in the ears of the male participants from other colleges in the room. Not the aggressive way he closed the locker. Definitely not. It's the girl. Even if not all of them really knew him well, they know a thing or two. One. He's the golden boy of Yuwei and the emerging Michael Phelps of Japan, as per the say-so of swimming professionals. Two. He apparently loathes women. Aside from the one he calls old hag, of course. Its campusesâ open secretâthe great Bakugou Katsuki never had a girl before. Greater rumors sayâhe'd never had one kneeling for him. Better yet, no one he'd ever allow to kneel before him.
Some say it's his true secret to victoryâbeing laser-focused on swimming and swimming only. Not those stupid lucky trunks he owns.Â
Althoughâwho truly knows? Not once did the bombshell confirm any rumors. Not even to his closest peers. They'd just concluded that he's one selfish arse for gatekeeping the secret to consecutive gold.
Inasa chuckled boisterously from across them, arms crossed over his buff body. âHey champâyou know what they say about love? It just makes us athletes weak. Ha! Looks like I'mma beat you this time!âÂ
âSure,â Bakugou faced him, with a demeanor of confidence. âSay, your team. My team. The loser's got to pay for later. Y'know, your usual job, baldie!â He said with a shit-eating grin.Â
âCALL!â Inasa energetically pointed at him, a firm look in his eyes. âI won't lose to you this time! I swear!â He declared, for the nth time. Some of them just shook their heads. Worn out from the two tops, avowing the same childish bet all over again, like they were witnessing deja vu via live.
The door burst open, and it unveiled a staff member. They guided all of them into the main pool, as they all sauntered in a relaxed gait.Â
Bakugou stood before the fourth diving board. He knows, within him, that it's uncertain. Still, in the midst of all the booming cheers and roars, his ears searched for a sole soundâa voice. It's missing, he mulled. He looked up to the stands in a twinkling, his carmine eyes searched for that sound. That voice. And for the very first timeâ
There's none.Â
Todoroki, by the fifth board, suddenly uttered, âBakugou,â while stretching, catching the spikehead's attention. âI get it nowâon why you're always looking up at the stands before every competition. Your true ritual.âÂ
âThe hell are you on?â A scowl etched on his features.
âI helped you because I feel bad for spilling out your secret when I was drunk. Butââ He halted. Eyes now fixated on the stands. âI realized nowâYou won't go far that much for someone you'd never care for. So, if you're the reason why she's a no-showââ
âFix it,â Todoroki said, reaching his feet. âYou know what I'm on.â
Todoroki's words made him stop. But after a brief interval, he spoke. âI know,â Bakugou grumbled. âYou didn't have to tell meââÂ
âYOU TWO!â Inasa perched from the third board, bellowing, echoing throughout the open vicinity along with the loud squeals from a variety of students, all coming from their respective colleges. âOf all places, really?âStop chatting in the middle of the competition! Get on the board!âÂ
Though with a scowl and a poker-faced expression, the two hopped on their assigned diving platforms, posing their diving form resembled that of the others.
The timer countdown began.
10⊠9⊠8âŠ
âBaldie.â
7⊠6⊠5âŠ
Inasa shifted his gaze to Bakugou for a curt. âLater, man.â
4⊠3⊠2âŠ
Just before the timer endedâÂ
âCongrats.â
1âŠ
Bleep!
It was faint. And before Inasa could react, all of them dived into the water, instinctively so, like it's carved down their systems to plunge into the water the moment the horn starts to reverberate.
Just like that, the swimming tournament commenced.
Sake or beer, which is stronger?
You held up, high and proud, one of each bottle of ShigaSake and Mighty Beer in each hand, surveying the bottles on their contained alcohol content. The higher, the better. âSake it is!â you beamed, the bottle of sake raised in mighty as though declared a winner in some mad, serious fight. Doing so, all whilst in the middle of the convenience store in broad daylight.
Cringgg!
Your little stunt was cut off short by a sudden phone call. You placed the beer back in the glass door chiller and answered the caller, your brother, Inasa. âHey, big guy, what's upââ
âSISTA! WAHHH! I GOT GOLD! I can't believe I won!!â
A strained smile instantly appeared on your lips. âSo, so happy for youâso sorry I wasn't there to witness it myself,â you said, fetching a couple of bottles of sake and paying for them at the counter.
âHeyâI don't really mind! Just be sure to be home later! We should celebrate with Mom tomorrow!âÂ
âInasa, Is that Yoarashi?âÂ
âNo, it's notâHey, you promised me!âÂ
âMhm, I promiseâwait, what's that noise? Are you still in the center?â The sensor door opened up in half, and you left the convenience store, strolling by the sidewalk to arrive home at once.
âThem? No, we're now off to a bar! I'm with the Yuwei guysââ
âHeyy~ Yoarashi!â
âNot my sister, Denki! Back off!â
âShut the fuck up, you twoâI'm driving!âÂ
That voice⊠Bakugou?
ââŠI should go. See you laterââ Without waiting for Inasa's answer, the line abruptly turned dead. A scoffed involuntarily let loose, âBar? In broad daylight?â The bottles of sake clicked together as you walked, as though they were all mocking you. In your mind, you'd hear them say, And you? Sake? In broad daylight? You swore in your wildest dreams. It seemed they spoke. âSo what? Yes, Iâll be drunk as fuck in broad daylightâI'm hurt, so what?!â Whispers and laughs emerged from those around you, throwing looks of discernment your way. Right, you were in public. You lowered your head in a heartbeat, âI should shut up sometimes.âÂ
You were walking home in silence, but still, after the phone call with Inasa, a thought wouldn't quite get off your mind. âIf Inasa got gold⊠that guy must've won silver.â The thought voiced itself out loud. Bakugou hadn't reclaimed first place, despite his lucky charm still in his graspâthen, it must mean the ritualâs fake⊠âI wasted my timeâso stupid,â you said. Truthfully, you knew deeply. You should be in bliss, with steps that should feel as though you're walking on air, after all, Inasa finally got the victory you'd always hoped for him. Instead, every step was heavy as you strolled, carried by the weight of your wounded feelings for a man who's probably having the time of his life, drunk in the arms of some model-like lady in a bar.
You knew. It's not the spikehead's fault for your feelings. It's not his fault for trying to trap a sneaky thief. It's not his fault you consent to him. It's not his fault you willingly spread your legs for him. It's not his fault you got hurt.Â
It's that he knew and still chose to fool someone already foolish for him.
That's his fault.Â
And itâs yours for being that damned fool.Â
âHe loathes women, my ass,â you jeered, a bitter taste in the tip of your tongue.Â
Time passed in a scoot, before you could pay attention to it, your feet long dragged you to your home. You forced a beam, one lip stretching curve, and then opened the door.Â
âMom, I'm home! Let's drink!â A woman in her forties looked back at you from the living roomâs sofa, her face resembling Inasa's sharp-featured one. She beckoned, her mouth too full with chocolates to talk. You ran, and sat beside her, setting the bottles of sake atop the coffee table filled with all kinds of chocolates, one your mother would insist would be the perfect pair with alcohol, sake especially. You'd beg to disagree, though, it would take for world peace to change her mind.
âYahâYou bought too many!â She complained after the chocolates in her mouth completely melted.
âYou're seeing stuff,â you said, eyes narrowing on a newly released show she's been watching intensely. A coming-of-age show that tackles grief, love, family, friends, and topics about life all at the same time. You find it too reflective. Too dramatic. Too many feelings and shit. It's personally not your cup of tea. Oh well, it seems your mother likes it. âI heardâthe male lead there's an A-grade asshole.â
âYou've got no taste in men.â She immediately shuts you down. You'd only return a laugh and open two bottles of sake, for now. You placed one for her and yours. No need for plastic cups. It's environmental waste. âWill you sleep here?â She asked, her eyes still locked to the screen. You only hum in return, before drinking down a chunk. âYour bed got used by your auntie's kids last time, and they were jumping on it all day. I think it's brokenâforgot to have it fixed. Sleep in the guest room.âÂ
âYour wish is my command,â you offer her cheers and your bottles clink as one.Â
Then another clink.Â
And another one.
One more clink.Â
Clink after clink.Â
Until your world started spinning.
Final clink.
Before your vision turned black.Â
THUD!Â
THUD!Â
THUD!
A series of bangs from the door, your consciousness stirred up from the thundering sound as you got up from the couch instinctively, vision spiraling. âFuck, my head,â you ran down your fingers through your hair, wincing in pain. Too torturous, it's as if your head was smashed against a wall, repeatedly. The door slams blasted once more like it's one tambourine, âWAIT!â You passed by the mountain of emptied sake bottles, and your mother, who's snoring soundly, long out in her deep sleep. Too hazy for her own good. You'd even bet your lucky charms she won't wake up if the world were ending. If heavy sleeping were a competition, her opponents would be damned.Â
You reach for the door, puffy-eyed. When it opened, it spat out a mountain boar carrying his food, and heâ
âYou smell like shit,â you said.
âYou look like shit,â he said.
Oh. It's my brother. Your vision turned clear by the sound of his voice. It's Inasa carrying an unconscious blonde guy on his back. A hair too similar to a certain spikehead.Â
Inasa wouldn't bring him here. No way. A light grin appeared on your lips, nodding to yourself. âWho's that?â You crane your neck, getting a better glimpse of the guy's faceâ
Bakugou Katsuki. Peacefully resting on your brother's back. The single reason you've drowned yourself with alcohol. Your heart palpitates, too fast, too loud, as though you've drunk caffeine. It's not love, nor is it pleasureâIt's wrath.
âMotherfucker,â you blurted out, eyes seeing red.Â
He didn't seem to notice your displeasureâinstead, he returned a wide and proud smile. âYes, my dear sista, itâs the infamous golden boy! Surprise! Surprise! I've been quite close with him, you knowââ
âINASA!â He stopped talking, and confusion spread on his face. âI know that thing! I've seen that thing tons of times! And I don't want that thing in our house! Make that thing sleep on the streets for all I care!â
His furrowed brows deepened with no hint of a beam on his usual friendly face. âYoarashi,â That face. The one he makes when he's dead serious. âThat's not nice. Just because you don't like him, you'll say things like that. This thingâBakugou, is my friend. You don't catch me being disrespectful with yours. Mom didn't raise us like that. Watch your tongue.âÂ
Your face went sour at once, as you watched him walk away inside with that thing clinging to his back without a word. Last thing you saw, he was walking by the first-floor hallways leading to two rooms. Yours, and a guest room. Great. Looks like I'll be sleeping on my broken bed.Â
You strolled back to the coffee table, cleaning up bottles after bottles. After a short while, he's back in the living room. âHeâs passed out, you know? I can't just celebrate knowing my friend isn't doing so well,â he exclaimed, far behind you.
You carry on cleaning up, and without a glance, âWhy did you even bring him here? Doesnât he have other friends? A house?âÂ
âI've got no choice. I don't know where he lives. That guy, I don't really know why he got drunkâhe's not the type to pass out with just three bottles. And since he got drunk, he won't get off me. He's been clinging to me all around the bar and refused the Yuwei boys when they offered to take him home. So⊠here we are,â You just listened to him as he explained. So he's a clingy drunk, huhâŠÂ
For quite some time, you've been cleaning up the mess you and your mother made. Inasa carried Mom to her bedroom upstairs, and as you were washing the soap off the last plate, he rushedly said, âHeyâI'll be back in a while! Shoto suddenly called for me! See youââ And the door closed with a thud. ShotoâI've yet to talk with that snitch.Â
After leaving the living room spotless, you left to weakly stroll to the hallway leading to your room. As you passed by the guest room, the door was slightly hanging open. You closed it neatly at once, knowing fully well who's behind that door. I swearâif I could just lock him there eternally⊠You mused, walking past the guest room, and entered your room beside it. As you shut the door, suddenlyâ
A calloused palm clads atop your mouth. His other hand clicked your door locked in a swift, and wrapped around your waist in a steady hold. âShhh,â you tried to resist, yet the grip was too firm, and your voice was muffled. In a dark room with only your lamp as the source of light, even if you look back at his face, there's no way of telling who the guy is. His smell, it hits you first, an oddly familiar caramel scent you knew of. Don't tell meâ
âItâs me, baby.â You flinched, feeling his warm breath tickling your ear.Â
âFugk yuu! Shince whee awe we on baby tehms?!â you yelled through his hand, though, it came out muffled.
âOkayâwait up. Hold your horsesââ He let go of your mouth and quickly spun you around, facing him, your arms instinctively resting on his shoulders. In his hold, his hands locked on your waist, trapping you with him. Yet again. As though to teach you, no matter how fast you'd run away, he'd always catch you. ââThere, much better,â he uttered with a smirk.Â
A fucking beautiful smirk you swore was meant to distract you, again. Looking up at him with your brows furrowed, you can see that even in dim lights, he's just so frustratingly handsome. A literal devil hypnotizing you with his looks. His spiky locks were disheveled, and yet he looked good. His cheeks were slightly flushed from all the alcohol, and yet he looked good. His gaze fluttered, and yet he looked good. Too good. And it's you who's not so good right now. No strength to resist. No energy to run. So you stayed. There's no point in running, you mused.Â
âPlease⊠just go awayâŠâ You pleaded with a faint voice, hands falling off his shoulder. âIf you keep showing up, it makes me think you meant what happened that dayâŠâ
The silence clouded the two of you, suffocatingly, filled with words you've refused to utter. His mouth partly opens up, ready to speak those words you've refused to listen to, words you've run miles away fromâyou cut him off, again. Afraid of those words. Of him. If it makes you a coward. So be it. You mulled, you'll choose to be a coward rather than find out you're just used. âYou don't need to worry. Because you never did report me to anyoneâIn return, I won't tell a soul about what happened between us. I won't taint the reputation you've builtââÂ
A scowl immediately replaced his smirk. âTaint? Who's the dumbfuck who told you that?âÂ
âBakugou, you've got this clean reputationââ
âDo you really think I'd fucking care about my reputation?â You just stare up at him, his face now closer, sharp eyes intensely forcing contact with yours. âIs someone who'd chase you through the ends of your campus, suck up to fucking baldie of all people, and show up shitty in your houseâsomeone prudent to you?â Â
âI don't know. You tell me, BakuââÂ
âKatsuki,â he said firmly. His fingers crept to your lips, rubbing in motion. âIâll tell youâonly if you'd just shut that pretty mouth and let me talk.â Vacuous remains etched in your face, unwavered. He must've noticed you weren't having itâhe kept his hand against the back of your waist, and sighed. âJust⊠give me a bit of your time. I won't bother you after, if that's what you want.âÂ
No. That's what you want. That he's just doing this to shun his own guilt, you tell yourself. In your eyes, there's no glint, no hope, only a void. To you, there's no right explanation. No excuses for his actions. You were dead setâyou were used. So even though he'd explain, it felt as though it was senseless. You'd listen. Thoughâyou won't hear it.Â
âTen minutes.â
âThatâs enough.â All of a sudden, his hands shifted to your hands, holding them as if they're preciousâas if you're precious. He drew you to your vanity and made you sit. There, still holding your hand, he dropped to one knee, again.Â
âWhy do you keep doing that?â
He gazed up at you, unreadable. Albeit his eyes, there's been a lingering glintâsomber. Even when he flashed a smirk, his eyes told a different story. It must be my imagination.
âI like it here,â he said, earnestlyâeven that must be imagery. âReminds me of what I've been doingâlooking up at you.â You were about to ask, but then his finger hushed you up. âLet meâjust let me. If you keep interrupting, you're using up my time.â
So you did. You actually shut your mouth.
Bakugou sighed. âI wasn't always called golden boy or any of that shit,â he started. âOne year ago, it was my first competition with Baldie.â He paused, thumb drawing imaginary circles on your hands. âThen I heard youââ he laughed, a quick and aggravating one. âShit, you were so loud. I could hear you screaming over everyone. I even thought you were damn annoying then.âÂ
Your brows furrowed, deeper. Is he trying to woo me or what?
âI won that day, and I thought, as annoying as you wereââ A small, almost timid smile appeared on his lips. âI wanna hear it again.â His carmine eyes called for your attention. âI wanna hear you again. I don't know how the hell, but I slowly catch myself looking for you. In every competition. Not just your voiceââÂ
âYou.âÂ
Something in you warmed, a tad. It's as if the ice inside kept being forcefully heated. You thought you were only going to listen. Butâwhy am I hearing himâŠ
âThen somehow, even in our mutual social shits, I only see youâŠâ He held your hands lightly, rubbing his thumb over your fingers. As a speck of moonlight glowed over him for a brief, seeing his eyes clearlyâ
And they seem⊠real.Â
âYou couldâve just talked to me at those gatheringsââ
âAnd tell you what? Hey, I listen to your voice during competitions. You'd see me as a fucking creep. I don't want to be seen as that. At leastânot to you,â he mumbled.Â
There it isâyour heart. It began to skip a beat. You don't want to believe him. Because just a tinge of hope can ruin one's mind. Critically so, the heart. Though as he kept talking, his words clicked through lost puzzle pieces you'd never thought existed, and you became more and more at ease. It's scary. Why am I not counting his time?
âUntil one day, Shoto came running to me. Said he drunkenly spilled my secret to a girlâabout that stupid ritual.â He emphasized the word with disdain. âI don't give flying fucks if that ritual goes out, frankly. I'm used to rumors. But then, he said, it was you. And that he speculated you were on to somethinâ.âÂ
Your gaze descended, and a heat of embarrassment rushed through you. God, that was really petty of me, huh?
âI thought⊠I wish you were. I truly wish you were. I told him to help you,â your gaze immediately onto him, as his hold slightly tightened. As if, any minute now, you'd let go, and shoe him away like some damned dog. âI planned the whole thing. Dismissed my team early. Planted that expired condom to mess with you. Wore my trunks. Everything.â His eyes found your wavering ones. Demanding attention. âThen you showed up. I wanted you to. Because I'm a coward. But if you came to me? I'd take it.â
âStill⊠that doesn't change the fact you knew how I feelââ
"I didn't." He cut you off, firm. "I knew about the sabotageâShoto told me that. But your feelings?" He shakes his head. âFuck, I just hoped you were interested. You were always cheering for your brother. How the fuck was I supposed to know you were eyeing me, too? I just know you were bold as hell for trying to sabotage me.â
You stared at him, dewy-eyed, lips parted, processing his words.
"When you confessed that nightâ" His jaw clenches at the memory. âI like you. Too fucking much.â He quotes your words. âI fucking froze. Because I thought you hated me. That you came to mess with me because your brother kept losing, and we somehow ended up flirting. Not becauseââ He looks at you intensely. âNot because you felt that way.â
âBut I was so obvious, someone should have told youâŠâ You whisper.Â
âBabyâŠâ a small smirk. âThose are mere stupid rumors. You should've asked me.â
He exhaled deeply. âI never intended to make you feel usedâI'm sorry.â You remained tight-lipped, scowl remained etched. The barrier you builtâthey're collapsing slowly each second he speaks.
âYou wanna know why I lost today?â
A small pause. It's as if he's taking in every sight of you.
âYou weren't there.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat, eyes looking for signs of his deception. There must beâSomewhereâ
Until you find none.
âEvery gold I've wonâall of themâyou were in the stands. I'd look up, search for your voice, and once I heard it?â He squeezed your hands. âI knew I'd win.â
âThere, I realizedââ his thumb traces your knuckles. âYou've been part of my life for a year, and I didn't notice how much until now.âÂ
Suddenly, it's as if there's no air, and you find yourself breathless.
âThe ritual was never the fucking trunks. It was you. Your voice. Knowing you were watchingâthat's what made me undefeated.â His hands hiked up and found your cheeks. With gentle caresses, he led your eyes to him. Only to him.Â
âYou're my lucky charm. Only you.â
âAnd even if I may not winâI just hoped you'd be at least watching⊠that's enough for me.â
Just like thatâthe ice inside you completely cracked.
You just stared at him, lips parted, eyes dewy. For a minute, you're just staring. Your heartâit's palpitating, for too much. âYouâŠâ your voice breaks. âYou're telling me I've been your lucky charm for a year and you neverââ
âNever had the balls to tell you. Yeah.â A dry laugh. âYou don't have to say anything. I know it's all too much right nowââÂ
âKatsuki,â you whispered his name. Just like he wanted. If you found out this man was lying, then he's a damn good liar. You swore to yourself, if he really is, then may the gods bless him with their graces for what might happen to him. For nowâŠ
Your hands moved before your mind caught up. Cupping back his face, you leaned down. Close enough, you're practically inhaling each other's drunken breaths.Â
âYeah, baby?â he rested his forehead against yours.
âShut up.âÂ
You planted a deep peck on his lips in need, and pulled back, a little too long. He's a bit taken aback at first, catching his breath, as his carmine eyes examined your face under the moonlight. âAre you sober enough?âÂ
âI should be the one asking you that, Kats.â The mere sound of his nickname made the blonde grin.
âSo good. My name.â He mumbled before his palms slid to the back of your hair. He pressed your mouths, entangled, wet tongue, asking for an entrance that you oh so granted immediately. He cocked his head, deepening the kiss, as his tongue swirled around yours. His kisses were softer and unhurried, as though he was savoring you. In contrast to his hands, under the hems of your shirt, gliding haughtily back and forth on your bare skin.Â
But your gentleness didn't last. It never did.
You answered his tongue with a faster pace, your hands roughly pulled his neckline, and your legs spread to bring him close. Closer than he can be. His warm hands explored your back, to your waist, to your thighs, sending you chills down your body. Touching everywhere, but never the parts you needed to be touchedâAched to be touched.Â
Despite your evident need, he still kissed you slowly, his thumbs gently rubbing your waist. You bit his lips, hard. âThe fuckââ He pulled back, looking up in his tousled spiky hair.Â
âYou,â a pause, as you gasp for air. âI'm not gonna breakâStop holding back.â
His hands stroked down to your inner thighs, caressing them teasingly. âYou sure âbout that?â
âIf you're gonna touch meâdo it right.â His brow furrowed in confusion. You didn't say anything and just completely yanked your shirt off. Topless before him, again. This time, with no bra on.
His half-lidded eyes lewdly dragged up then down to your exposed tits, leveled with his face. âYeah? Where do you want it then?â His jaw clenched.Â
You slowly lead those teasing hands to your breasts at once. âHere,â you force a proper tone, but it comes out needy, feeling the warmth of his hands. He palmed your breasts, gripped, and kneaded them firmly as if playing with some dough, then he swallowed a lump. Cute, so innocent, you thought, it's like watching a man feel tits for the first time.Â
You were about to tease him when he suddenly squeezed harderâa soft whimper escaped before you could stop it. âYou asked for thisââ In the blink of an eye, his mouth was on your nipple, lapping his tongue over, wetting your hardened nipple. While his fingers pinched and twisted your other nipple. âLike that?â His tongue swirled around your nipple, teeth grazing lightly.
You gulped down, âY-Yeah,â nails raked into his hair, scratching the back of his head, as if to encourage him. He sucked on itâhaving your breath hitched, arching into him for more access. It was as if he was sucking the life out of you. He would lick, twirl, and suck it hard, all while massaging both your tits. In a twinkling, he released your nipple with a pop, then his hands cupped both breasts, pressing them together. âWhatââ your breath hitched, feeling sensitive, too sensitive, as he sucked your nipples at the same time. Feeling a rush of electricity, you'd gripped his hair tightly and let out muffled whinesâbiting back a full-blown moan, almost bruising your lips. He'd play with themâwith you, his darkened gaze flickering up to watch your face as he licked and sucked both your nipples in filth. Nipping them oh so expertly, you'd wonder how this is the same man who'd apparently never had a girlâ
âKatsuki,â you pulled his hair back, as his mouth left your tits.Â
âSomethinâ wrong?â His head tilted, brows raised.
âI wannaââ You stopped, and stood abruptly, hands on his shoulders, switching sides, as you sat him down in the vanity, standing between his legs. Your hands slowly slid to those bulging biceps. âC'mon, be fair,â you said with a small pout. Bakugou grinned, yanking off his shirt immediately. Your fingers splay over his hard chest at once, before your teeth swiftly tug on his outer earlobe, earning a hiss from him. Your lips peppered down to his neck, down to his chest in chaste kisses, sinking to your knees, your kisses trailed down to his abs, never breaking eye contact. Bakugou's breaths were heavy and deep, knuckles clutched to the armrests, too firm, you'd think he'd pierce holes in your vanity chair. You smirked, before fleetly stoppingâ âI wanna know something.â
âTell meâanything,â he rasped, looking down. You licked your lips, eyeing him from beneath, and god forbid, he looks good, before your fingers ghostly brushed over the jut under his pants. His jaw clenched, clearing his throat, boomingly.
âRumors have itâa certain someone here, never had a blow job,â you rest your head on his inner thigh, the tip of your nose barely brushing against his bulge, feeling them grow by an inch. âI can offer this pretty mouth, you know?â You stared up, lashes fluttering. Your eyes met, the look in his eyes darker than ever.
Bakugouâs fingers tangled atop your head, his lips parted, âThink they're good enough?âÂ
âYou can be the judge of that.â
His fingers tightened around your hair. âThen show me.â
Your hands hastily found his belt, unbuckling it. He jerked his hips forward, breath hitched as you pulled the zipper down, leisurely slow, and watched his face the whole time.
âNeedy much?â you grinned.
His fingers ran across your lips and rubbed them. âYou're the one who's fucking whimpering for me.â
You gently bit his thumb. âCareful, you might be next,â you purred, pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, all the way. His veiny cock sprang freeâhard, thick, already leaking precum. Your eyes went dewy, and your mouth parted slightly. So the double XL wasn't an exaggeration, after all, you mused.
He smirked. âSee somethinâ you like?âÂ
You hummed, wrapping your hand around the base. Seeing his jaw clench, âMy lollipop,â and wrapped your tongue around the tip. With a long wet lick on the tip, cleaning off the precum, he bit back a groan. You looked up, maintaining eye contact. âYou good?â
His hand gripped your hair. âLess talkingâMmm,â you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. His hips bucked involuntarily as a hoarse moan fell from his lips.
âFuckââ His head fell back against the chair. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip, before sinking again, as saliva dripped down from your mouth. Your hand stroked what couldn't fit, twisting his dick, up and down. He groans, breathing heavily, while you glance up through your lashes. His throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing deep, completely lost in heaven.Â
You hummed around him, placing a hand atop his thighs, feeling his muscles tense. âDo thatâshitâdo that againââ And so you did, taking him deeper while you worked faster around his slick dick. As the wet sounds filled your room, feeling lewd and impure.Â
His grip in your hair followed the rhythm of your head bobbing on him up and down. âThatâs itâfuckâjust like thatââ His voice was wrecked, and so was he. You didn't pull off. Your eyes met his, doubling your efforts. âShitâI'mââ His warm load shot down your throat. It was a tad salty, and yet, you swallowed, never looking away. He slumped back in the chair, his chest heaving. âDamnâŠâ
You pulled off and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking. âSo? Am I good enough?â
He let out a breathless laugh, raking his fingers through your hair, slick in sweat, pushed back. âYou look so fucking smug right now.â
You licked your reddened lips clean, âI deserve it.â
His hands cupped your jaw, thumb tracing your lips. âYou'reââ He stopped, then swallowed. âYou're incredible.â
You grinned, âI knowâYou're welcome.â
âCâmere,â he rasped, pulling you on top of him. He pressed you closer, before he engulfed your lips together, softer nowâcaressing your tongue with his slowly. He stood abruptly, lifting you with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he walked you to the bed, never breaking the kissâ
Untilâhis lips slid down to your neck, craning it to give him access. Your legs melted on their own as he swirled his tongue and nibbled on your collarbone. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, as you let out a soft moan, feeling shivers rush to you. He slowly dropped lower, lips trailed down soft kisses on your bodyâto your tits, waist, as he stopped to your tummy, sitting down on the edge of the bed.Â
He glanced up through his lashes, and he gripped the waistband of your shorts. âTell me to stop.âÂ
You looked down with a small smile, as your hands lay atop of him, and helped him strip down your shorts. Unhurried. Leaving you in bare panties behold him.
âGood girl,â and he spun you at once. A full-length mirror stares back. You've never seen yourself like thisâflushed all over, completely undone. And he's watching you watch yourself, that smug bastard. He pulled your hips down to his lap and made you sit on him, his smirking face resting on your shoulder, feeling his still-hardened cock jammed in between your ass. Your breath hitched as his rough palm hiked in between your legs.Â
Before abruptly spreading your legs, with your wet panties out in the open. âWhaâWhat are youââ
âGiving you what you deserve,â his hands fold your legs on either side of his thighs, stretching your covered pussy as it already was.
âWatch what I do to you.â His finger began faintly rubbing your clothed clit, teasingly. Holding his gaze through the mirror. âFuckâyou're too goddamm soaked for me,â he rubbed harder. A whine escaped past your lips as your back arched, pressing your ass against his bulging dick even more. Your hands scrambled on anything to hold onto. Anything. Your fingers find his thick thighs underneath, and gripped onto him, almost digging your nails into the muscles. He faintly hissed as he watched your face through the mirror, a dark look on his face, fingers continuously rubbed against your slick panties, your clit throbbing with every rubâgrowing needy with every rub.
âYou dick, justâfuckâput a finger inââ He laughed, then nibbled on your earlobe. Before a hand suddenly pulled your panties aside, as the other rubbed circles onto your clit. You bit your lower lip, still whining, watching your cunt make sounds as his fingers expertly played with your cunt drenched in your juices. âHow do youââ you gasped as he rubbed faster, jerking your hips to his fingers. âMmmâYou said you neverââ
âNever had a girl,â he smirked, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. âDoesn't mean I don't watch pornââ his finger circled your entrance, teasing a finger inside. âTold you, I don't half-ass shit.â
Bakugou slid a finger in, slowlyâfreaking painfully slowâas he watched your face from the mirror the whole time. Then he crooked it, finding that spotâuntil he fingers a spot, making you whine.
âThere?â His thumb circled your clit, as his finger continuously pumped in you, hitting that spot again and again, yet keeping his teasing pace.
âFuckâyesâthereââ Your hips rocked with his finger, whining the whole time. He grunted, feeling the slit of your ass repeatedly bump against his hard dick with every hip rock. He added a second finger, stretching you. He built a rhythm, in and out, curling up as his thumb worked your clit the whole time. Then need built inside you with every agonizing slow pump of his fingers, your cunt throbbing as it gushed juices, engulfed around his fingers. âKatsukiâpleaseâfaster,â you purred with your whines, head thrown back, eyes half-lidded. He pecked your shoulder blades. Before pumping his fingers swiftly, hitting your pleasure spot at incredible speed. âKatsââ you fully moaned, rocking your hips in his pace, fully closing your eyes, dizzy from it.Â
The lewd wet sounds from your pussy filled the room, along with the moans you let out. Bakugou exhaled sharply behind you. âWatch, or I'll stop,â he threatened, slowing down yet again.
You whined and forced yourself to watch. âFuck you.â His eyes filled with carnal desire, and he flashed a grin. Before adding a third finger, he curled his fingers, then pumped all three intensely fast, building pressure. A moan escaped your lips, curling your toes, and digging your nails deeper into his thighs. As you felt a building knot in your abdomen.
âKatsukiâI'mââ Your thighs trembled, trying to close, but his legs kept you spread out in the open.
âI know, baby. I can feel youââ His fingers pumped faster, cunt juices gushed with each thrust. âLet me see youâDonât you fuckinâ hold backââ before the hand pulled your panties aside, ripped them apart, and threw the fabric somewhere in the room.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shutâ
âNo, no. Eyes open. Watch yourself,â his hand on your jaw turned your face to the mirror. âFucking cum for meââ His thumb pressed hard on your clit, fingers hitting that spot insideâas though shattering you inside in pleasure. Your whole body tensed, feeling the knot come untied, as a lewd moan shrieked from your throat, combusting your sticky liquids on his fingers, watching yourself unravel in the mirror.Â
You collapsed your back against him, bare chest heaving for air as your cunt still pulsed in sensitivity.
With his eyes on you, he pulled off his fingers, sticky and slick from your juices, and sucked them clean.Â
âKatsâŠâ your voice shudders. âIâI can't take it anymoreââ you lifted yourself, a hand lay atop his knee, as the other grasped the base of his cock. Then rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, both simultaneously moaning.Â
âBaby, enoughâwe've got no condoms,â he groaned, protesting, and yet his hands held your hips, guiding you as you grind against the tip of his cock raw.Â
âItâs fineâI'm on IUD,â you reassured, breathless, rubbing his tip against your slick entrance in slow, deliberate strokes. His hands tightened on your hips as he released a low grunt.
You met his eyes through the mirror.
He met yours.
Something shifted in the air, somethingânew. Not just want. Not just lust. Something heavier. Quieter. The kind of thing neither of you would say out loud. Not yet. His thumbs pressed into the flesh of your hips. Steadying you.Â
You exhaled.
And sank his cock.
Slowly.
You took him in painfully, agonizingly slowâinch by inch, feeling every inch of his cock stretch your walls. Your fingers dug into his thighs, as a shaky breath left your lips, mouth falling open.
Neither of you moved at first. You stared at him as he stared back through the mirror, jaw clenched, muscles flexed.
His hands gripped your hips, too tightly. A shaky breath left your lips, watching his cock disappear inside your cunt fully, while he let out muffled groans.Â
I wanna hear that more, you mulled.
You shifted experimentallyârolling your hips forward, adjusting to the stretch. Once again, a groan emitted past his lips. âFuckââ
There it is.
You smirked, eyes on him through the mirror, and leaned back into him, your back flushed against his chest, and rolled your hips again. This time, deeper. Thenâ âAhââ Your head dropped back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering.
âRight there?â he rasped, breathing hot against your ear.
âMmmâlet meââ You rolled your hips again, chasing that spot. It was unhurried at first, teasingly slow. His hands stayed on your hips, pressing your cunt deeper on his cock. Then you picked up your paceâ
Your hands braced against his thighs as you started to ride him properlyâup and down. With the wet sounds sounding erotic, as the mirror shows you everything.
The way he grips you tighter. The way his chest rises and falls unstably. The way his head tipped back, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing deep with every thrust.
You were watching him fall apart. And he was watching you do it.
SQUEAK.
The bed started to creak as you mounted him like a damned animal. OnceâTwiceâThen continuously, protesting every single thrust you made in rhythm. Your eyes shot to him through the mirror, whining helplessly. âGood shit musicââ he said, as the corner of his lips curled upâwith that shit-eating grin you've always loved from his stupidly handsome face. That face that avowedâhe's up to no good.
âDon't you dareââ you warned.
He briskly bucked his hips up at once.
SQUEAK.Â
The bed creaked, boomingly. âKatsukiâmy Momââ
He still thrusted up his hips to meet your rhythm, harder this time. A powerful, cruel thrust that made your breath stutter as his fingers dug into your hips. âThen be fucking quiet,â he rasped.
Oh. You're surely not quiet. Not an ounce.
The squeaking grew louder with his every thrust, your every bounce, and at some point, you were drunk, lost evenâstopped thinking about anything other than the way he filled you, the way his hands gripped your waist as he pressed himself deep inside you, the way he watched your face through the mirror every single whiny moan escaped past your lips.
âKatsââ your voice came out in shivers, âI'm closeââ His arm snaked around your waist, hand pressing flat against your lower belly, full from his cock.
âThat's itââ His other hand found your clit, thumb circling at ungodly speed.Â
âFuckâKatsuki!â Your body tensed up, as your visions started spiraling, seeing through a blur the way your tits bounced excessively, both of your thigh muscles tensed, in every slam against his cock.
SQUEAK.
SQUEAK.
SQUEAK.
âC'monâlet goâwith me,â Your thighs trembled, attempting to close. But his thighs forced you open, guiding your hips to mount, as he bucks up at full tilt. He pressed your hips to his harderâas your cunt clenched around him andâ
SQUEAK.
With one last bed creakâWhite. Everything went white. A moan escaped from you, loud and unrestrained, back arching off his chest as you came undone around him. Your walls pulsed, clenching around him, as he grunted behind you. He slammed one last time upwards, shooting his load deep inside. You collapsed back to him, chest heaving, state completely wrecked and undone. With his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closeâstill buried deep inside you.
Neither of you spoke at first.
Suddenly, he brushed his lips against your ear, barely, and blew faint breaths, tickling you. âGood girl,â he muttered. You huffed a low laugh in return, resting the back of your head on his shoulder.
A beat of silence has passed. Only the low breaths and the ticking of the clock filled the room.
But thenâhe shifted, carefully pulling his bare cock out. You made a low whine, protesting. He only grinned before carrying your worn-out body in bridal style in his arms, the sweat from his bare body mixing with yours.
âShh, baby, you'll be fine,â he murmured as he placed you in the center of your bedâstill creaking with every movement. âLie down.â
And so you did, without a protest.
His eyes filled with need, explored every inch of your nude glory freely. He took a moment to appreciate the naked sight laid out before him, âYou're⊠BeautifulâÂ
âI know,â you rasped. He lightly smirked as his hands trailed down atop your upper thighs.
âKats, I need a minuteâToo sensitiveââ
âI know,â he mimicked your tone, before swiftly shifting and settling between your legs, pushing your thighs apart gently at ease.
You blinked at him. âWhat are youââ He suddenly dipped his head down between your inner thighs, spreading you completely open with both his hands. And yet, you don't stop him.
âCleaning you up.â He said, matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing to do. Before you could respond, his breath fanned over your inner thigh. Your pussy was still sensitive from all the stimulation, but his face was just inches away from your cuntâalready all sore and tingling.
His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours. Just one long, slow lick.Â
He's cleaning me up, so sweetâ
But then another lick. Longer this time. His tongue continuously lapped your juices. You're quite sure, a lick or two will do to clean up, but thenâ
He didn't stop, continuously still lapping his tongue on your dripping cunt. As he pushed your legs further open.
âKatsukiââ you purred, starting to moan softly. âThat's notâAhhâyou don't have toââ
His tongue circled, then sucked, before flickering his tongue on your clit, establishing his routine. The fucktard knew what he was doing, after all.
âKats, I literally justâI can'tââ Your hands flew to his hair, not sure if you were pushing him away or pulling him closerâ
It was the latter.
He looked up briefly, âTell me to stop.â His carmine eyes darkened in lust, his lips covered in your juices. You didn't respond. Just scratched the back of his hair, subtly pushing it forward. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. âThought so,â before immediately burying his face in you. His tongue lapped and circled your clit, intensely, making your back arch. His tongue rubbed you ever so expertlyâyou'd dare to ponder if this man really never had experience. It didn't seem so, from the way he licked, the way he sucked, the way he delved into you deeper, making you completely drunk in the momentâdrunk in him rather. His mouth was just too much and not enough simultaneously.
âFuckââ Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping and pressing him closer. He groaned against youâthe vibration shooting straight through your clitâand that sound alone made your hips jerk. He sucked your clit, and flickered his tongue rapidly. His hands pinned your hips down when you tried to writhe away, keeping you there, keeping you open and exposed, for him. Just for him.
âK-KatsâI can'tâI'm tooââ Your voice broke into something between a whine and a sob. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyesânot from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. Your body was betraying you, chasing another high even as your cunt screamed that you were drained.
He pulled back, barely. Just enough for you to breathe. âYou can,â he said against your skin. His lips pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Soft. Achingly soft compared to that cruel tongue of his.
Then he delved back in.
It didn't take long. You were already trembling, teetering. His tongue did somethingâlicked, sucked, delved in you, all in rhythm you couldn't quite track through the hazeâas fire pooled low in your abdomen. âFuckâKatsâI'mââ Your whole body shuddered, thighs clamped around his head, fingers pressed his head deeper, as a shaky moan fell from your lips while you ride him out.Â
He didn't pull away until you stopped shaking. When he finally looked up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as you were staring at the ceiling, completely demolished.
â...That was not cleaning up,â you managed to let out, breathless.
He crawled back up, settling beside you, chin propped on his hand. That fucking smirk.
âWasn't it?âÂ
You wanted to argue. You did. But your limbs were jelly, and your brain was dead. All you could manage was a short glare. His expression softened as his smirk faded into a thin line.
âHey,â he called quietly. âYou good? Likeâactually fine?â You blinked at him. At the genuine glint in his carmine eyes.
âI'mââ You swallowed. âI'm extremely goodâtoo good. You freaking destroyed me,â as you let out a weak laugh.
âShit.â He sat up slightly. âDid I hurt you? Was I tooââ
âNoââ Your brows buried deep, eyes on him. âNo, Kats. You wereââ Feeling your cheeks blush. âYou were perfect.â
He just stared at you for a long moment. Then exhaled.Â
Before sighing in relief. âGood. That'sâgood.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âI wasn't sureâit was my first time doing any of that, soââ
âI know.â His sharp eyes snapped to yours. âAnd you were incredible,â you said, softly. âEvery single thing. I mean it.â He looked away. But you caught the faint color on his now flushed cheeks.
Katsuki Bakugou. Blushing.
You just both fucked, and this is what makes him blush.
âStay there,â he muttered, getting up. You watched him disappear into your bathroom. The sound of running water. As he returned with a warm towel, he fetched it from wherever.
âKats, you really don't have toââ
âShut up,â he snapped, though his voice was gentle. âLet me,â and so you did.
He cleaned you carefully, gently, actually cleaning this time, and not whatever he had done earlier. His touch was soft. Almost reverent. When he finished, he tossed the cloth toward your bedside and crawled back beside you. He pulled you into him, with your back against his chest. His arm around your waist. You didn't protest. After all, he was fragrant, warm, andâ
Safe.
You felt safe.
"Katsuki?" you said after a beat. He only hummed in response. âHow are you? Actually.â
His arm tightened around your waist slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanââ You turned around in his arms, hands pressed against his bare chest, facing him eye-to-eye. âThat was your first time, and I justâI want to make sure you're okay. That you don't regretââ
âI don't.â He said it immediately, firmly, locking his arms around you, pressing closer. âI don't regret anything.â
âNo?â
âNo.â His hand found your face as his thumb brushed your cheek. It stayed there for a while.Â
The silence lingered for a beat.
And yet, your heart was already at peace. You'd expected it to palpitate. To beat too fast. But noâ
It was silent.
âDo you mean it?â He asked out of the blue. âYou said you liked meâDo you mean it?âÂ
âDuh!â You huffed a low laugh on his chest. âThough admittedly⊠It was only because of your competenceâand face. I know, too shallow of me,â you broke eye contact, and let them wonder anywhere but him.
He sighed, âBaby.â He cupped your cheeks and faced you to him. Too close. With both your noses almost bumping. âTo hell with your reasons, I don't shame you for that. And IâŠâ His eyes met yours. âI've never shown you reasons to like me. So, I'll take whatever you've got. And maybe⊠we can find more reasons to like each other.âÂ
Your chest did something. Something painfully good.
âKatsâŠâÂ
It took a long exhale before, âI should've done this long ago, as a damned normal man would,â he spoke. âI want you. Not because of your body. Not because of your voice. Not even because you're my lucky charm. I just⊠want you.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt meansââ He pulled back just enough to look at you properly. âIt means I want this. Actually. You and me. Not just tonight.â
At this point, your heart was practically wrecked, going through all kinds of feelings.
âLet's date,â he continued. âOfficially. We can get to know each other and shit. But only ifâif that's what you want to.â
âKatsukiââ
âI know it's complicated. Rival schools. Your brother. The competition bullshit. But I don't care. We'll figure it out. I justââ He swallowed a lump. âI need to know you're in this. With me.â
Your eyes lingered on him. At this man who'd been listening to your voice for a year. Someone who orchestrated an entire plan just to finally talk to you. Who just gave you the best night of your life and now wants to make sure you are actually fine before anything else.Â
No man treated you as this before.Â
Especially⊠him. You'd never thought the great Katsuki Bakugou would be the man to do it, of all people.
âI'm in,â you whispered. âI'm absolutely in.â
Something in his expression cracked open, before a small curl crept on his lips. Something you'd barely see under the faint moonlight glow. He kissed you. Soft and deep. Nothing like the frantic kisses from earlier. Savoring and taking his time this time. When he pulled back, he was smiling. Actually smiling.
âSo where's our first date?â he murmured.Â
âBy the pool,â you grinned. âI want you to wear those sexy tiger trunks.â You suppressed a laugh, an image of those trunks in the back of your mind.Â
âC'monâit wasn't that bad!â
âSureeeââ He suddenly pulled you close, your face pressed into his neck, his caramel scent filling your nose.
âQuit the tease. Rest.â A soft laugh, before you buried your face in his neck, now without a protest.Â
The silence settled into the room. With the sound, only from the crickets chirping. His fingers traced patterns on your back, slowly and soothingly. As your eyes were getting heavy with each passing second.
âHey,â you mumbled.
âHm?â
âYou sure you don't want to throw your tiger trunks?â
His hand stilled. âBabyâŠâ he warned, quietly.
âJust a thought.â Before your arms tightened around him, completely engulfing him in a bearhug.
Summary
you made peace that you'd sneak into the rival universityâs swimming pool to sabotage their star captainâthe almighty Katsuki Bakugou himself. Though things might not go as you planned...
two-shot. swimmer!b.k x f!reader
Chapters
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2