Say you liking how I feel
Ain't gotta tell me that
Just put your skin baby on my skin - Skin by Rihanna

AN/ If you want a more 'T' story, you can skip to 'Later...'

I chanced opening my eyes, to see waxy yellow spots dotting the dealer and I like confetti. He squirmed under me and my eyes bulged. It was as if Kaminari had touched me while letting off a jolt. My hair felt like it was standing on end. I felt a blush try to climb my neck. I screamed, scrambling up. I knew this sensation. This feeling did NOT belong to now.

Bakugo ripped a set of cuffs off his belt, snapping them on the woman now breathlessly lying in a pool of her own vomit. I tried to concentrate on it, the stink, the foulness. With the last bit of my concentration shredding like a tissue, I pulled a thick zip tie from my tool pouch, putting it on the dealer, who panted at me.

My entire body reacted. I backed up, brushing futilely at my hands and face, streaking the speckles, every nerve firing. The woman made a futile attempt to stand, instead scraping along the ground. Bakugo screamed, asking her what she'd done to him. Tears spilled over my cheeks. A hot rush of lust crawling over my skin swamped the shame, making the tears stop as suddenly as they'd started.

She laughed weakly, still battling the ringing ears and brutalized nerves from his stun, "You taking your win a little... hard?"

Bakugo growled low, "You fuckin' bitch." His hands were clenching and loosening, his teeth nearly audibly grinding, "What did you do to us?"

The dealer whined, and I chanced another look at him. His eyes were shut tight and he was straining against his bonds... Or... I stumbled back, fighting my own body's feedback as I watched him rut against the concrete. Oh dear god. I forced my hands into fists, though I was now shaking like a leaf in a high wind.

"Bakugo?" He turned toward me, his blood-red eyes narrow, the pupils dilated. I took an involuntary step toward him, and he lurched in my direction. In what seemed to be a supreme act of will, he turned on the woman who was now coughing, trying to stand. He bared his teeth, leaning close and pointed a palm at her, "Stay down, damn it!" He popped an explosion against her temple, her body going slack.

"Stay down," Bakugo grunted out as I stared at his body. At 182 centimeters, he was well worth the look. He was beyond firm; his hard muscles rippled under his skin-tight top. I knew from seeing him in low slung jeans too often to count that those muscles continued under baggy pants, now with an appetizing bump that made my breath catch. I forced my eyes back up, his hair looking fantastic even wetly plastered to one side of his face.

"Come here, Katsuki..." I moaned, "Oh, it hurts so much." A gasp escaped my quivering lips, it felt like every muscle in my body tightened at once. I stumbled to the ground, shaking, panting, my blood singing in my ears. I was so insanely turned on. I glanced at Katsuki, his muscles tight as his hands clenched at his sides. The way his claret eyes were trained on me as I struggled to stand again. "Katsuki..."

"Shut up." His voice was heavy and dark, making me quail, "You look too good right now." He stepped close, finally, just centimeters from touching. "No." He dropped to his knees, the metal plates clanging on the roadway. "No. Not like this." His gauntlet banged hard against an uncaring alley, and I shuddered. I could have all that wonderful strength, his warmth inside me. "Ochaco..."

"Like this..." I repeated dumbly as I allowed my jello knees to drop me back to the asphalt. I bit my lip hard, blood running over my tongue, and my eyes rolled back. Pain so good. I could feel blood running freely from my lip drip off my chin to splash on my chest.

His hand, dangerous, strong, and so talented wiped the cut, smearing his glove with my blood. "Shit." He closed his eyes, and conceded to his deepest wishes. His head fell forward, his hair tickling my ear, sending a mic to clatter to the ground. A gauntlet unknowingly crushing it just enough to turn it on forever or at least until it died.

He stood, a jerky dance I would have laughed at any other time, and unclipped his gauntlets, tossing them aside with his gloves as his eyes devoured my body. My heart was racing, and my ears were stopped, hearing only him. Katsuki bent, picking me up, touching me finally, as his breath strained though clenched teeth. His head turned as I employed my hands, touching the pec under one, the other reaching for his face. To touch, to explore, to make mine. "Katsuki."

He took a step, then another just to collapse again, a new smelly dumpster and damp wall just like the one we'd visited so briefly a few minutes ago, now making a cove to cradle us. He slid to the ground, his legs in a vee. He went to dump me in his lap, and I tumbled out of his arms. I let myself stare. "Please?"

I was beyond rational thought. My fingers scrabbled for the hidden zipper in my suit, the sound of its release over loud. I didn't care that my clothing hadn't let me out, it was just gaping, as I slid a hand up his leg, the straps on his thighs slowing me for a mere blink. I cupped his erection, long and hard in my hand as he blew out a shaky breath.

"Ochaco. Don't you fucking dare making me float. Do you hear me? You're..." He moaned as I stroked though the material, "You're.. Ah! Fuck!" His hand clamped down on mine, "You have to not..." He bucked his hips, grabbing my wrist hard, "Shit! Don't stop!"

I shook my head, my breath coming in pants, "In me." I pulled my costume from my arms, letting it hang as I fumbled my belt free. I don't wear a bra under my costume, and Katsuki was staring at my breasts, his hands mishandling his own belts and buttons. Impossibly, my nipples tightened harder, making me suck in a breath, "Katsuki, now!"

I could see him tented inside his underwear before he pulled himself free, the slightly bent length making me twitch, as I convulsively tugged at my underwear, sliding them down enough to expose myself to him.

"I wanted this for a long time." His voice was quiet and steady, bright red a thin ring around his enlarged pupils, "Watch those fuckin' fingers..." He grabbed a hand, his clever fingers pushing on them until I pushed back.

"Okay," I agreed, flexing my thumbs instinctively. "Don't talk." I scooted forward on my knees since my legs were bound by an aborted attempt to strip. I felt bubbles of tension pop as I felt my ass parting on his knees, "After.." His fingers left mine to slide into my wetness, and he slowly slicked them before sliding the digits over his length, "Oh..." I groaned, "Agaiiiin."

His hands suddenly grabbed my hips jerking me hard onto his penis, which jammed at a weird angle as I wiggled, trying to open for him, "Ow, oh, oh, ah!" I rocked forward, blindly, his manhood sheathing deep in a smooth motion. I orgasmed. I couldn't help it, I didn't want to. He fought his pleasure, pushing as long and as deep as the angle allowed. His head was tucked into my neck, his long hair tickling my cheek and ear as he breathed heavily into my shoulder. It was so new, bright and painful in one, and I matched his breathing, trying to move my hips in time with his counter thrusts.

"I want to kiss you." If he was asking permission, it was too late. His lips crashed into mine with a sharp hiss as our teeth touched. He licked over the bloody cut I'd made, his teeth scored another bite, softer, less violent, next to it. He moaned deep in his throat, then pulled away with an incoherent shout.

I could feel the hot stream fill me as he drove himself into me over and over, making me clamp hard on him again, another release which made me laugh joyously. "Oh, Katsuki. Katsuki..." I hugged him close, feeling his heart beating so fast and hard, "Oh my god." I moved off him a little, "I never imagined..."

All trace of sarcasm, anger, smugness, distaste... every bit of the brittle coat that we know as Katsuki Bakugo was gone. His eyes were a little unfocused, his mouth a gentle curve. His dangerous hands soothing up and down my back. I could feel the cool slickness of what was now more nitroglycerin than me drying stickily to my breasts, sides and back.

I flopped back, half propped up by the wall, as Katsuki smiled goofily. Then sirens roared close and clarity hit me like a brick, shattering my glow. I backed away, my fingers now scrabbling to pull my suit back on, "Oh no. This didn't...!" Tears gathered and fell freely as Katsuki's mask failed to come back.

"I meant it, Ochaco."

"It was the quirk. I would.." I broke. "N-no, please, Katsuki, I'm so s-s-sorry."

I cried in earnest even as Katsuki zipped me up before tending to himself. I scooted as far away as I could get. I'll never forget the hopeless look on his face as he scrubbed his own eyes.

My crying had turned to wheezing sobs as Endeavor and Vesta arrived, the sound of sirens loudly echoing in our alleyway. Endeavor stared at Bakugo, his hair, suit, even his boots were a blasting fire. Bakugo was buckling his straps and his belt was still wide open as the older man roared at him, "Get your shit together!" He looked to Vesta, "Get Ground Zero and Uravity to the ambulance. I got the other two." His bright eyes bored into me, and for the first time I can remember, I was genuinely afraid of a Hero.

Vesta offered me her hand, and I stared at her, "Come on. What is your problem?" She snapped her fingers under my nose, and I lifted my arm, gratefully allowing the older woman to pull me away. The ambulance was waiting for me at the mouth of the alley. I stumbled in her wake.

"Open the bay, but don't touch her until you get to the hospital, some kind of quirk went wrong and she could be dangerous." She prodded me into the ambulance, and I curled up on a stretcher, weeping. "I have to fetch one more. Don't touch him either."

A minute later, Vesta returned with a seethingly angry, red-faced, very tense Bakugo. "Get in there, Zero."

Later..

I stood in my dorm room. I'd taken a shower at the hospital, all traces of the weird substance that had ruined my whole life were long gone. The feeling of... Bakugo... rinsed away like it'd never happened. Except it had. Only shame and a lingering pain deep inside remained. I gingerly sat on my bed, waiting for tears to come again. I wasn't disappointed.

Mina came, knocking gently and entering on her own. "You wanna talk?" I shook my head, but held out my arms. Mina hugged me hard, and rocked me until I fell asleep. When I woke hours later, it was after midnight, Mina curled around me sound asleep still. Unhappily I pulled free, tucking her back in as I went to the bathroom and changed my clothes.

"Come back to bed, you need sleep." Mina's sleepy command almost made me smile.

"I'll be back. I'm starved, but just stay here, okay?" I blinked new tears away, "I'll be right back."

"Okay," Mina's muzzy reply nearly usurped by a yawn as she resettled back into sleep mode.

I rode the elevator down. White moonlight gently bathed part of the common room. The rest was dark, muddled shapes and shadows huddling together. From the living room came the muted sounds of the television. It's lonely light flickering against the back wall.

Come on, Ochoco!

I took a deep breath. The plan was easy: get to the kitchen, eat the leftover pizza and get out and back to my room. This was nothing out of the ordinary. I stepped into the living room.

Of course, my life couldn't be what I wanted. Todoroki was staring at the flickering box, his head turning to see me trying to sneak past. "We need to talk."

"Yeah." I shifted, "I'm hungry, can I get a slice of pizza first?"

"Pizza?" He asked, an angry tone to his voice, "Go ahead. Get what you want. That's a theme for you today."

"Stop." I stalked closer, "Just stop right there. What happened..." I didn't elaborate, as far as I knew he only had the sketchiest of details, and I wouldn't give him ammunition. "Today I was attacked by a person using Stairway. You know what that does to quirks. Puts them in overdrive. It can kill." I put my hands on my hips so they wouldn't shake, "I may have done and said..."

He interrupted me by jumping out of his seat, his voice raised like I'd never heard it before, "You may have done and said?! You let Bakugo fuck you! I heard the tape!"

"Your father is a bastard. And so are you." I turned, "I'm going to get pizza. You don't want to talk, you want to yell." I was glad I couldn't see him as I stalked away, new tears streaking down my cheeks. A flush of remembered pleasure so tied with tendrils of hot contempt flashed through my mind. I thought I would choke on it.


AN/ Thanks to mr mosevic, who beta-ed this for me. For forcing me to be better. Vesta's name is from a Roman goddess of eternal flame. Just a sidekick, she won't even show up again. I heard about the Ground Zero thing for Katsuki's (discarded?) hero name. I haven't seen the data sheet with that designation, but it sounds cool. I spent days trying to figure out what was wrong with this chapter! Ochaco's quirk, duh. I hope I fixed it. *reviews are nice!*