Kinda kinky chapter. 18+, rated M. All characters involved are assumed 18+. I've previously stated all of class 1A are aged up to be 17+, which would mean Bakugo turned 18 before the start of the school year, as his birthday is in April.

Teenagers do shit all the time, obviously, and most don't wait until they're 18 – as Sunny would tell you! But this is far more appropriate.

Just remember to stay safe, have consent, and look both ways before crossing the road xxxxxx

A feeling of dread settled within Sunny as silence spanned out between the pair of them and she dared a glance his way. From what of his face she could see poking out his sweater hood, Bakugo still looked angry with his furrowed brow and pursed lips, but it seemed to be fairly restrained as he stared out into the empty street in front of them.

"Y-You know you don't have to be here..." Sunny fiddled with her fingers.

"Eh?"

Sunny shrugged, feeling awkward and suddenly forgetting all her words. The way he had suddenly relaxed on the intercom made it sound like he wanted to talk about something bad and he was trying to suffocate the blow.

Would Bakugo be that considerate?

Had he finally decided he didn't want anything to do with her now?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He pressed again, sounding aggravated.

Sunny shrugged dumbly again.

"Well you weren't answering your damn phone," He exclaimed with a huff.

Sunny prickled, "Oh, finally decided to message me, huh bud?" Sunny was glaring into the side of his face, and his head snapped to face her so quickly she heard his neck crack. He glared back at her with a menacing expression that matched her cold stare.

"I-" He started loudly, but suddenly stopped and quietened himself, turning back around and shrinking into his shoulders, "I wanted to text you. I didn't know what to say. What fuck was I supposed to say?" He then straightened up and turned to her, suddenly talking much louder, "But I've been trying to call your dumb arse all morning." He then sneered, "But obviously you were too busy with shitty Deku."

"Actually no, I lost my phone, so fuck you."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, "How is that fuck me?"

Sunny blew a raspberry at him, "Also, you could have messaged me with a nice 'hey Sunny, what's poppin'?'. I think anything would have been better than nothing."

Bakugo sneered, "I get that now, fleabag!" He glared at her for a moment before puffing and looking away again, "I actually brought you something to... I don't know, it's fucking dumb, but you like dumb shit, so..." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of blue tissue paper. He shoved into Sunny's lap and she immediately grabbed at it, playing with the crinkling, snapping paper between her fingers.

She gasped, instantly forgetting she was annoyed, "I love paper, thank you, Suki!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes into the back of his head so hard he nearly toppled backwards, "Oh, my fucking god – unwrap the present, you absolute idiot."

Sunny blinked at him before fiddling with the paper in her fingers, "I can't believe you wrapped it..."

Bakugo grumbled under his breath, "My mum made me."

Sunny grinned and her eyes danced joyously. She was absolutely elated as she pulled apart the fragile paper as best she could without tearing it. She planned to keep it.

She squealed when she finally found the item amongst the wrappings, and she turned to grin at Bakugo once again. He was looking away from her, muttering nonsense under his breath but Sunny leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and toppling him onto his side.

He didn't fight back when Sunny plastered herself over him, and in fact, he appreciated it when she started squealing into his chest, clutching at the fabric of his hoodie – she couldn't see his blush that way.

"Shut up," He snapped, "Stop making it out to be a big deal. I noticed you had stopped wearing your ugly pink one. This one's better." He made a half-hearted attempt to push Sunny off him but ended up just huffing and waiting it out. He was half squashed against the second to top concreate step leading into the flat, with the edge of the top one poking awkwardly into his back. But he didn't really care.

Eventually, he sighed and pressed his face into the space between her ears, breathing in the sweet tropical shampoo and closing his eyes for a moment. His arms slipped around her, pulling her tighter against him and further onto his lap.

And then he heard her sniff.

"You're not fucking crying about it, are you?" He tried to push her away again, but Sunny gripped onto the front of his hoodie, pulling him with her, "Get off, you're getting snot on me!"

Sunny wheezed and pulled away from Bakugo, settling back beside him. She blinked up at him through teary eyes and grinned.

Immediately, Bakugo reached up and smacked her gently on the forehead with his palm, "You melt."

Sunny looked down at the item gripped in her hand. An orange bandana clung there with black patterns and embroidered edges. It wouldn't have been an item she would have normally chosen, but it was a gift, and a gift from Katsuki nonetheless, and that made it one of the most precious things she owned.

"I could give you my pink one!" She beamed brightly, ignoring Bakugo's disapproving sneer, "That's what people do, right?"

Bakugo gagged loudly and stuck his tongue out, "Lame... Where is your pink one?"

Sunny paused for a moment, "I'm not sure, I think I lost it."

Bakugo rolled his eyes again but slung an arm around Sunny's shoulders to bring her closer to him. She toppled over and landed with her head in his lap, eyes still glued to the bandana she was running through her fingers.

"Your hair looks dumb." He finally told her, resting a large hand on her head and pulling at one of her ears gently.

"I appreciate your honesty but shut the fuck up." Sunny turned her head to smirk up at Bakugo, he was watching her with an equal level of amusement, "Also, I missed you too."

Bakugo wrenched again, making Sunny laugh and she reached up to try and stick her finger up his nose playfully.

"Awwhh! You two are so cute! Kacchan, I didn't realise you could be so sweet and thoughtful!"

Izuku's voice singing through the intercom startled them both, and Bakugo practically threw Sunny off him to get to the little box on the wall.

"He can hear us?!" Bakugo yelled, going from zero to a thousand in an instant and growling down the camera, baring his teeth like a wild animal.

Sunny remained silent for a moment, trying to figure out a way out of this. But eventually, she replied, "Oops, I must not have hung up..."

Bakugo started yelling swears down the com and snapping his teeth, and all Sunny could hear was Izuku screaming apologises.

"Awh! Look, you two are even matching!"

Sunny had just pulled Bakugo through her apartment door. The ash-blond was vibrating with rage when his red eyes landed on Midoriya, and immediately he went to advance on the smaller male.

Izuku squawked, but Sunny grabbed onto Bakugo's hood and pulled him back with it before latching it over his head and pulling the cords sharply, momentarily cocooning him in.

Midoriya had been referring to the fact both Sunny and Bakugo were wearing what appeared to be exactly the same clothes.

"Play nice, Suki!" Sunny demanded, clambering onto Bakugo's back and fighting against his arms every time he raised them to open his hood back up.

"Why do you keep calling him 'Suki'?" Midoriya asked, slowly backing up into the kitchen just in case everything went wrong.

"What?" Sunny cocked her head, making light work of grabbing Bakugo's wrists and pulling his arms around his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, holding herself up as her chest was pressed into his back. Bakugo involuntarily pushed his chest out when Sunny pinned his arms back.

"I noticed you call him 'Suki'," Midoriya replied.

"Because his names Katsuki?" Sunny cocked her head when Izuku laughed.

"It's pronounced Kat-ski, Sugawara," Midoriya continued to laugh, "Not Kat-sooki."

"What?" Sunny repeated, "That's what I'm saying, Katsuki."

"Kat-ski," Midoriya broke up the word, completely ignoring a now completely raging Bakugo still pinned back by the small girl. Only his nose was visible through the hole in his hood, but that was still enough to tell he was fuming.

Sunny blinked in confusion, "Kat-sooki," She repeated.

"No, it's pronounced-"

"Shut up!" Bakugo shouted, wiggling his head around in his tight hood and biting at the trim, "Let her say my name any way she damn likes."

Izuku held his hands up in defence, "Okay, okay... Suki."

Both Sunny and Midoriya screamed when Bakugo lunged forward, completely out of control and with intent to kill Izuku.

"Wait! Wait! Kacchan, wait!" Midoriya cried out from one side of the kitchen island while Bakugo stood heaving on the other, poised like an angry alley cat with fingers held out like claws beside him. The only difference was his paws were spitting small sparks.

Sunny still clung to his back, having moved to hang over his shoulder a little, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and she blinked at Midoriya with those ever-patient eyes.

"Did you know Suga's a genius?"

Immediately Bakugo dropped his hands, looking as confused as Sunny did. They both cocked their heads in unison.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Bakugo hissed, but he didn't make another move to advance towards Izuku, so green-haired boy nodded furiously and continued.

"She is, I-"

Bakugo whipped his head round to face Sunny as her head rested over his shoulder. She turned to him too, and Midoriya nearly wheezed when the tips of their noses touched, they were so close. He'd never seen Bakugo so willingly be so close to someone. Kirishima pushed the limits, sure, but Sunny was literally hanging off Bakugo like a monkey, and she leant in a little further and wiggled her nose against his lovingly.

Izuku's heart clenched at the adorable display of affection, and he didn't miss Bakugo's soft gaze.

"What's a baby cheetah called?" Bakugo after Sunny in a surprisingly soft voice.

Sunny reached up and picked a piece of fluff out of his hair that had been left there when he'd managed to finally yank his hood off, "A Cheeto."

Bakugo's head whipped back to Midoriya, eyes daring him to claim she was a genius again.

"A-Ah," Midoriya stuttered, "Sunny…" He began, watching those large pumpkin orbs swing his way expectantly, "Erm… What-What's 345 x 678?"

Without skipping a beat her reply came, "233,910."

Katsuki's eyes popped and his head turned to Sunny once again, "What?"

Midoriya already had his phone out, and after a moment he held it up towards Bakugo, "See? She's right…"

Despite the number on Midoriya's screen, Bakugo was sceptical, "Divide that by 13," He told Sunny.

"Divide what by 13?"

"The number you just said."

"What was the number?"

A vein popped in Bakugo's forehead and he turned to Midoriya, who quickly scrambled with his phone again, "233,910, Sunny…"

She immediately replied, "17,994… That's rounded up, of course."

"Of course…" Bakugo muttered, eyes boggling at Izuku when he held up his phone and nodded in confirmation, "What the fuck, Sugawara?"

"Are you nearly fucking ready, fleabag?!" Bakugo yelled through the apartment. It had been nearly two hours now, and midday was slipping past them. She said she would only be forty-five minutes, and he foolishly believed her.

They still needed to stop by his house so he could get changed, although that would only take him a few minutes, and he planned to make Sunny wait outside just in case she started fucking about.

Midoriya had left soon after he arrived, much to Bakugo's appreciation. The twenty-odd minutes they were all in the same room he could feel his blood pressure rising to unfathomable levels. He didn't like Midoriya around his Sunny. Not one bit. That shitty nerd was always smiling at her and laughing at the dumb things she said. He always had her engaged in some form of conversation or was interviewing her with questions – that was the worst part. Bakugo was learning more about Sunny from Izuku than he had learnt himself. Also, when he was around, he didn't want Sunny's attention on anyone else other than himself.

Thankfully, Izuku received a text and said there was somewhere he needed to be and left in a bit of a hurry, leaving Sunny and Bakugo to their own devices. He had barely listened to her as she pottered about her home, chatting away to him about her work experience – although she didn't mention the hospital incident. He wanted to ask her about it but didn't know how to broach the subject. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable about it all – maybe even embarrassed?

Watching her on TV had made him feel things he'd never felt before and actually never wanted to feel again, so although he wanted to ask her about it all, he was almost scared to.

But, after her jabbering away at him she had suddenly gasped and got all excited again.

"Are we still going on our date?"

And that's where they were now – sort of. He was waiting for her to shower and get ready, although he wasn't sure what she was doing that could possibly take two fucking hours.

"I can't decide what to wear!" She called back to him, and suddenly a wave of déjà vu washed over him.

Mina's party felt like an eternity ago, but the images of Sunny deciding what to wear were still fresh in his mind. Clearly imprinted there from the hours and hours he'd recalled them.

This time, Katsuki wasted no time in scrambling to his feet and bolting towards her closet. Inwardly cheering when his eyes immediately landed on Sunny's nearly bare arse as she stood facing away from him, holding up an outfit in the mirror.

She glanced at him through the reflection, looking confused as he tumbled through the doorway and then froze.

"Are you that keen on helping me pick an outfit?" She teased, tearing her eyes away from him and inspecting the cute, pale orange dress she was holding up against herself.

Absolutely not, he thought to himself, prowling up behind her slowly. If he could help it, he was going to keep her out of an outfit for as long as possible.

Last time he was in that closet with her, he couldn't look at her. Now, he could not only look at her, but he could touch her. She was his now, and finally, finally, he could get his hands on her.

Get his hands on that arse.

"I think I'm going to- WAH!" Sunny had not been paying attention to Bakugo, so when he grabbed a handful of her butt harshly, it startled her.

"What did I tell you about touching what you can't afford?" She scolded, smacking his hands away as he squeezed at her flesh.

She could hear him laughing, and she turned to Katsuki with a pouty face. Although he had made her jump, it was hard to be mad when he was laughing like that, his gorgeous mouth open and tempting lips pulled around his perfect teeth.

She then grinned and grabbed his crotch with the same vigour he'd grabbed her arse.

Immediately, he stopped laughing and visibly paled.

"Don't start something you can't finish," She murmured, moving forward to press herself up against him. Bakugo's gaze instantly dropped between them, where her breasts were pressed up against his chest and he swallowed thickly.

Sunny smirked when she felt him stir to life beneath her fingers and she gave him a gentle squeeze, revelling in the way his lids fluttered a little. She loosened her grip on him, instead flattening her palm against his rapidly hardening bulge and rubbing softly.

She held his gaze, watching his face as those pretty red eyes glazed over and crossed a little. His jaw went slack, and his breathing hitched in his throat.

"Do you like that?" She purred, getting onto the tips of her toes to brush her lips against his teasingly. He just nodded dumbly, letting a low grown escape his throat when he dropped his head in an attempt to catch her lips in a kiss, but she pulled away. Instead, Bakugo ducked his head into her hair, resting his forehead between her ears and squeezing his eyes shut when she wrapped her hand around his shaft as best she could through his joggers and gave him a squeeze.

Sunny didn't like that he was so silent, bar his ragged breathing and occasional loud swallow, but this only spurred her on. Or at least it did for a few moments more until a strange popping attracted her attention and sudden heat at her sides made her jump back.

"Suki!" She whined, stamping her foot, "Control yourself!"

Bakugo staggered on his feet for a moment, not realising he had been leaning on Sunny so much until she suddenly disappeared from him, "Eh?"

Sunny was pouting in front of him, her folded arms across her chest did absolutely nothing to reign in his arousal. Standing there like a fucking buffet in cute pink underwear, oh, how he just watched to grab her by the throat and-

His trailing thoughts halted when it suddenly dawned on him what Sunny was so annoyed about. The smell of burning fabric filled the air and he sniffed for a moment, before dropping his attention to his arms.

He raised his hands, baffled at the burnt-up sleeves of his hoodie. He hadn't even realised he had been gripping the insides of the fabric and clenching it in his fists.

But apparently, he had, and apparently, he had been setting off small explosions in all his excitement.

He hadn't even realised.

His attention moved away from his hands after some time, and he immediately whined.

Katsuki Bakugo whined loudly like a stropping child.

"Don't do that!" He continued to complain with a huff, watching with broken eyes as Sunny adjusted the skirt of the dress she had just pulled over her head.

"Do you not like it?" Sunny asked, glancing over her shoulder at Bakugo and ignoring his upset expression.

"It's hideous," He stomped towards her, "Take it off, get rid of it."

She squealed and giggled when Bakugo grabbed at the skirt and tried to pull it back over her head.

"Suki!" She scowled, "Behave! Get those grubby mitts away from me!"

Bakugo just huffed again and stepped back, letting his head drop back in exasperation as Sunny continued to put on the rest of her clothes. He didn't miss her tying the orange bandana around her head that he'd brought for her, and he rubbed his hands down his face and groaned.

By the time they got to his house, it was later than Bakugo would have liked. His parents had been out all morning, but apparently, they were home now. Much to his annoyance.

"You wait here," He growled at Sunny, pointing a warning finger right in her face, so close her eyes crossed.

"Why can't I come inside?" She pouted, standing on her tiptoes to peek over Bakugo's shoulder at his house behind him.

"Because it's already getting late and at this rate, we will never get to the fish place."

"Fish place?" Sunny cocked her head, "Oh, you mean the aquarium? It's open until eight, and it's only one now…"

"Stay. The fuck. Here." Bakugo grabbed Sunny's shoulders and pushed them downwards a little, physically planting her to the spot.

Unfortunately, as soon as he had unlocked his front door and stepped through the threshold, a loud voice called from right next to his ear: "Hello, Ms and Mr Bakugo!"

Katsuki nearly shat his pants. He whirled around, glaring down at Sunny as she stood so close behind him, he nearly pushed her right off the doorstep just by turning around.

He opened his mouth to shout at her, but his mother's firm grip around the back of his hoodie silenced him as he was hauled into his own home.

"Katsuki!" His mother yelled, although it wasn't in her normal tone. Bakugo's pupils were tiny in shock but he had his teeth barred in defence all the same, "You brought your little girlfriend again! Why didn't you tell us? I would have made us all lunch!"

Sunny watched with an amused expression as Bakugo fought against his mother like a fly in the fangs of a spider. The older woman practically had Katsuki off the ground from her tight grip.

"Katsuki's taking me to the aquarium!" Sunny chirped in, watching Bakugo's angry expression – mouth open wide, tongue out and eyes white with rage. "He's just getting changed because he looks like a homeless person."

Ms Bakugo promptly dropped her son, clapping her hands together and holding them under her chin, "Ohh~" She sung happily, tears pricking in her eyes, "I can't believe it, my son is finally turning into a man!"

Bakugo said nothing else. He scrambled up from the floor where he had landed, shoved his hands in his pockets and stomped towards the stairs.

"Heel!" He barked over his shoulder at Sunny, and immediately she toddled off after him.

"I told you to wait outside!" He continued once they were in his room. His voice was still raised, and he swung to Sunny with a real sinister expression.

His expression only soured further when he noticed Sunny's smug one, her fluffy tail flicking up behind her like a pendulum.

"You need to start respecting what I say," His voice lowered now, and he could feel the pricks of sweat begin to bead across the back of his neck. He kept his threatening expression, but he couldn't shout at her anymore. She was making him too nervous.

Sunny couldn't help herself, she just had to lick her lips. She noticed Katsuki's eyes flicker downwards momentarily, but he still kept that scary face.

She loved that scary face.

"Get out." He demanded, finally turning towards his dresser. Sunny could see the tips of his ears were red. "I need to get changed. Wait outside."

"Why?" She asked in a steady voice, her tail flicked even faster when he pulled his hoodie off. His shirt rose a little as he did so, flashing just the smallest amount of slightly tanned, gorgeously sculpted back.

"Because I don't want your buggy little eyes on me while I change," He clapped back, rooting through one of the dresser drawers, "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, you creep."

Sunny couldn't help but scoff a laugh. It hadn't even been an hour since he had come bulldozing into her wardrobe and literally took a handful of her arse while her back was turned.

"But you got to cop a feel, why can't I?"

Bakugo shot a dirty look over his shoulder at Sunny, scowling heavily, "You got to do a lot more than just cop a feel, or are you that thick you don't remember?"

Sunny's smirk only broadened, "I obviously don't remember, must have been pretty underwhelming, huh?"

She was pushing all of Bakugo's buttons. She knew it; he knew it and they both knew it was working.

Bakugo growled again, lowering his chin to glower at Sunny. Her eyes shone playfully back at him, and she licked her lips again.

Once again, this had turned into a game. A competition between two alphas. After all, this was more or less all they did, just toy with one another; play with each other's feelings back and forth, back and forth. However, it seemed they both always knew where they stood in conjunction with the other.

As long as they both knew it was just a game.

Unfortunately, neither Sunny nor Katsuki knew how to play nice.

Bakugo was the first one to make a move, "I know you're just acting like a little brat because you want to be choked."

He had absolutely no idea what he was doing. And this really wasn't the kind of situation he wanted to be taken the piss out of for.

He reached her, grabbing her forcefully by the throat and smacking her up against his bedroom door.

The wood rattled in its frame against their weight, but neither of them noticed as their lips connected hungrily, with Sunny pulling Bakugo closer by wrapping her fists tightly into the front of his t-shirt and pulling him against her.

Sunny could feel his heavy breathing against her face as his nose pressed into her skin, and she mewled against him, eyes rolling backwards against closed eyelids when his fingers around her neck tightened.

She felt his tongue against her lips, and she eagerly invited him in, letting him take control for once as he deepened the kiss. It was messy and so sloppy, and their teeth banged together a few times but it didn't matter to either of them.

Sunny had missed him, she hated to admit it, but she had missed him so much. There was a hazy line between physical and mental attraction, and what had started as pure lust had somehow travelled so much deeper.

His tongue slid up against hers, hot and wet. Their mouths seemed to be moving almost desperately, and it made Sunny giddy at the fact that Bakugo seemed to be just as hungry as her.

She could feel his heart racing against her own chest, or maybe it was hers? She wasn't sure, as everything between them seemed to fold in on itself and mould into one. Katsuki's grip had risen from Sunny's throat to grip her jaw, holding her in place in a way that made her head spin.

She liked this; she liked this an awful lot.

Sunny whimpered when Bakugo suddenly bit at her lip, maybe a little too harshly, and pulled away from her. She wanted to scold him, but when she looked up at him through her thick lashes, she instinctively groaned at the look he was giving her.

His lips were slightly red and puffy, glistening from moisture, and his eyes from what she could see through his dipped lids were completely glazed over.

Hands began to travel, and Sunny unhooked her fingers from the front of Katsuki's shirt and immediately went underneath it, pressing her palms flush against his abs. The muscles beneath her palms itched and rippled at her touch, making her want to drop to the floor right then and there and worship his entire body.

But she restrained herself and pushed him, attaching her lips to his as he stumbled backwards. His hand dropped from her jaw, instead, he quickly wiped the sweat off his palms on his own joggers before grabbing at her hips.

It didn't last long though, because the back of his knees unexpectantly hit the back of his bed. Despite this being his room, he had seemed to have lost track of everything, and he fell backwards, landing on the edge of the mattress which groaned under the sudden pressure.

For a moment, he blinked around, almost feeling lost when Sunny's body left him, but almost instantly she returned, scrambling onto his lap, and straddling him. Her fingers entwined into his still flat and silky hair, and she looked down at him from her position on her knees.

They didn't start kissing again for a little while. Catching their breath, lips brushed against each other's almost tenderly and in a way that was completely polar to moments prior.

Katsuki's hands finally found Sunny's thighs, and he ran his hands adoringly up and down the marred skin. Despite the scars, he found the texture so wonderful. It was proof she wasn't going to break underneath him.

Or on top of him.

They were watching each other intently, almost as if the other might disappear at any moment.

This was a rare vulnerability, and no words needed to be shared as they basked in each other's presence.

Eventually, Bakugo tilted his head up a little further, silently asking for another kiss and blinking at her slowly. Sunny had never seen Katsuki's face liked this, and in so many ways she just wanted to stay how they were. She didn't want him to move, she just wanted him to stay exactly where he was so she could recite every line and curve of his face to memory. His strawberry eyes had never been so warm and welcoming, and his lips begged for hers, slightly parted as they searched the air.

A smile teased at the corners of Sunny's lips, but she couldn't help but happily comply to his wishes, cupping his face and moaning softly at the gentle affection Katsuki was showing her. The hunger seemed to have been sated, for now, and Bakugo's lips moved against hers now to satisfy another aching void.

Sunny felt it too, the healing wrapping around her heart and squeezing the broken pieces together.

However, raw exposure didn't last long.

Sunny could feel Bakugo's hands come and go from her thighs as he continuously had to wipe the sweat away. For some reason, the fact he was so unravelled by this totally thrilled her, and she found herself deepening the kiss in desperation to fuel it.

She settled into his lap, dropping her hands and breaking away from the kiss long enough to let out a huffed, "Off," As she pulled his top upwards.

For once, Bakugo did what he was told in utter silence and discarded the t-shirt across the room.

Sunny's hands were all over Bakugo now, gripping at his smooth shoulders; pinching at his biceps; trailing down his chest; over his stomach…

Her fingers grazed the hem of his boxers that rose a little higher than his joggers.

"Don't fucking tease me this time, Sugawara," Bakugo immediately growled into the kiss when he felt her nails softly dance around the elastic.

"I wouldn't dream of it," She had been silently asking for permission, but obviously that was it, and she wasted no more time peeling back his boxers and joggers.

His cock almost immediately sprung free, and Bakugo's head dropped onto her shoulder with a breathy moan of relief.

That was only the second moan Sunny had heard from him; it was apparent he was not very vocal. On the other hand, she absolutely was very vocal, and throughout their kiss, she had been pining and mewing against his lips.

She wanted to near more of those low, raspy, guttural sounds.

She didn't get time to dwell on this small complaint, however, as her attention was taken elsewhere. And needless to say, there was a reason Bakugo walked around like Billy Big Bollocks.

She shouldn't have been so surprised when she eyeballed the thick cock that now stood to attention between them, twitching and begging to be touched, that Katsuki was packing some serious weaponry. After all, someone would have to have some real nerve to behaved and communicated like he did if they were just sporting a chipolata.

He certainly had a reason to be so damn cocky.

"If you're going to worship my dick," Bakugo's raspy voice and sudden teeth sinking tauntingly into Sunny's shoulder interrupted her thoughts, "at least get on your knees."

Sunny's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she nearly panted, but she restrained herself – something Bakugo evidently did not know how to do when he bucked his hips and growled impatiently.

She grabbed his cock roughly, squeezing with her fist slightly around the hot, hard flesh, "You'll get what you're given, and you'll fucking like it."

She punctuated the last part of her sentence by gently pressing her thumb into the slit at the top, smearing precum around the tip as it leaked out.

Bakugo's face was still hidden from her, resting on her shoulder, but she could feel his hot breath condensate on the skin her dresses low collar exposed.

She began to move her hand over his cock, and although Bakugo's hands initially slid their way up to cup her butt, they didn't stay their long before he buried them into the bedsheets at his sides.

Sunny didn't like this. He wasn't touching her at all, and she loved his touches. Just the way his large, rough hands ran over her skin drove her wild, but there had been so little of that and what had been given to her was short in length and far between.

"Come on, baby…" Sunny cooed, tilting her head to brush her lips right against his ear, "Make some pretty sounds for me."

A strangled groan escaped Bakugo's lips, and immediately Sunny paused. Her free hand, which had been running hungrily all over his body for her own satisfaction, paused also, coming to rest on his shoulder almost reassuringly.

"Are you okay?" Her voice changed to one of worry, and she tried to lean back to catch his face. She still had a solid grip on his dick, slick with precum, but her hand was no longer moving.

At her words, she felt Katsuki tremble beneath her, "Fine." He grunted out in a strangled voice, "Don't stop… just… Ah, shit!" He almost sounded pained.

"Suki?" Sunny completely let go of him, somewhat alarmed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm just… I'm… Give me a second."

Sunny leant back more, concern etched clearly across her face. She tried to pull Katsuki's chin towards her, but he quickly ducked away. She frowned, confused by his shaking and profuse swe-

"Oh…" Sunny's eyes trailed down Bakugo's arms to where his hands were bundled into the sheets… Or at least what was left of the sheets. Char marks littered the areas around his hands on the duvet, and Sunny noticed just how much he was sweating.

She suddenly became aware of just how hot he had gotten. She hadn't noticed because she loved heat and warmth, but maybe she should have been more tuned into the literal live grenade that was becoming worked up beneath her.

"Does this usually happen?" She asked slowly. No wonder he wasn't touching her.

"No." He gritted out.

There was a pause, "Do… Do you want some water or something?"

"For fuck sake!"

Bakugo immediately stood up, sending Sunny tumbling onto the floor. She didn't even attempt to catch herself, and she watched with a sad expression as Bakugo tucked himself away.

"Are we done?" She asked with a pout.

"What do you think?" He snapped, storming out the room.

Sunny pushed herself onto her knees, cocking her head when he slammed the door behind him. She became less confused when she heard the familiar moan of the shower, and with a sigh, she rose to her feet.

She looked over the bed, rubbing at her head just behind one of her ears, "Welp," She muttered, eyeing up the scorch and burn marks splashing across Bakugo's bed and destroying the fabric. She shrugged to herself and wiped her cummy hand over the already ruined covers.

Maybe one day I'll actually start progressing with the main storyline… Maybe one day…

Okay so I was going to wait a few days before I published this but I just got too excited hahaha

I'm really sorry if you're not into this kind of thing, I've tried to make it kinda clear throughout this will be a mature story, but I won't be offended if this is too much.

Please let me know what you think in the reviews. The next chapter could go one of two ways and I want to see what people think before I decided hahaha, I would hate to write something people don't want

Also, please check out my Kiri story on Wattpad if you like, it had three views and I'm pretty sure they're all me hahahahaha – username is sauceysandwich

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