Author's Note: Hi all! Welcome to the update! Not to spoil anything but just as a warning for those who would rather skip it, there is a sex scene at the end of this chapter. It involves handcuffs but is still tame.
So with that warning and no further ado, read on gentle reader and please enjoy.
Takara was awakened by gentle little kisses being dropped all over her face. She groaned and cuddled closer to Izuku, accepting his kiss on her lips. The kiss was exceptionally brief, bringing her to full wakefulness when he pulled away.
"I'm sorry," Izuku apologized, stroking her head to calm her horrible case of bedhead. "I need to go."
"Don't apologize. Just a few more minutes," she begged, enclosing his neck with her arms.
"Takara," he moaned regretfully, unable to say no as he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm already late."
"I'm sorry," she apologized to him this time. With one more kiss, she pushed him away despite not wanting to let him go at all. "You better go then."
"I'll see you tonight. Okay?" he asked, reluctantly getting out of the bed.
He had already showered and dressed. She was glad he woke her up to say good-bye without just leaving her alone.
"Okay. Hey," she called as he ran through the door.
He backed up, peeking his head back in the door. "Yeah?"
Suddenly she felt self-conscious and almost too shy to say the words that had tumbled past her lips so easily last night. "I love you."
Izuku's face broke into such a wide grin his cheeks scrunched up narrowing his eyes until she could no longer see their gorgeous green color. He ran back to her, kissing her lips then her forehead.
"I love you too."
"Go, go, shoo," she said, waving him away with a smile on her face.
Takara sat in the bed, listening for the front door to close. After hearing the click, she grabbed a pillow to slam it over her face to muffle her excited scream of joy.
"How fucking old are you?" Katsuki demanded.
Shocked and embarrassed by his voice coming out of nowhere, she threw the pillow toward the door. The fluffy projectile hit him with a muted "whoompf" then fell to the floor.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling the sheet up to her chin to cover her breasts although she was sure he had already seen them.
Besides, what the hell was she hiding them from him for? He had already given her a glimpse of his ass. A case of tit for tat in the most literal sense. However, she was not feeling quite that charitable after him scaring the hell of her with his unexpected, but not necessarily unwanted, presence.
"Am I no longer allowed to come and go as I please from my girlfriend's apartment?" he asked, sitting down on the foot of the bed.
"No, it's not that. It's just..." She struggled to find the words to explain. "What if Izuku and I had been..."
"Fucking?" offering the crude word knowing it was not the one she was looking for.
Takara kicked him in the butt under the covers. Her face burned with embarrassment, although she not be offended by his coarse speech.
"No!" she yelled, twisting the sheet nervously in her hands. "Making love."
"Oh, my god," Katsuki muttered rolling his eyes. "You're being very cute right now but also annoying as hell. Listen here," he began, catching her eyes to show her how serious he was about his next words. "When I get my hands on you, I'm going to fuck you good and hard. Make no mistake about that. That's why I wanted you to be with Izuku first."
"Is it?" she asked, chewing her lower lip as her anxiety rose.
Katsuki scooted across the bed until he could cup her face between his hands. His eyes skirted over her entired face before meeting hers again.
"This is why our relationship is going to work and no one will feel like they're missing out on anything. We will both love you but in different ways. From Izuku you will get tenderness, affection. He will whisper sweet, romantic words to you. He will be the one to hold you when you cry. He will make love to you when you want to be treated gently like a precious, delicate treasure. He will be your rock...the dependable one...the man who will always be there for you no matter what."
He stopped speaking, his eyes flicking back and forth between hers. His irises are the same deep rich shade of a crimson glory rose. They slide away from hers as the silence lengthens.
"But?" she prodded him when the pregnant pause made her pulse pound in her ears.
"But I'm not like him. You can't, and shouldn't, expect the same things from me. I will love you...but differently. I'm the one who will give you fun and excitement and always surprise you. I'm a little bit dangerous and very unpredictable."
He wasn't wrong. He was all over dangerous and unpredictable with the motorcycle ride and beach picnic date.
"I'll be the one to add a little necessary roughness to your sex life," he said, his mouth tilting into an arrogant grin. "And trust me, you're going to like it."
"But how many nights have you spent with me on the couch cuddling and watching movies and falling asleep? The cute little flirtations? The well planned date? I don't...I don't understand," she said, staring at his face which offered no hint as to what was going through his head.
Takara had no idea what he might actually be getting at. Was he having second thoughts and trying to make her say she did not want to have this kind of relationship anymore? Once again, he was sending mixed signals and confusing her.
"Don't look so afraid, Mi Cara," he said, pulling her into his arms to hug her. "I don't want things to end. I just...I just didn't expect to feel the way I feel right now."
"Jealous?" she guessed.
"Yeah," he admitted. "I thought it would be no big deal. I considered how I would feel before it happened a thousand times, but I never...I never thought it would feel this...bad."
"This is one of the major issues I was worried about with a relationship like this," she sighed, embracing him tightly when he began to pull away.
"You smell like him," he mumbled, pushing her away. "That's not helping."
"I'm sorry. I'll go get a shower," she murmured, her face heating again with embarrassment and her eyeballs stinging as she slid over to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom.
Takara got into the shower relieved that the water would wash away the tears she had been holding back. She feared this most of all with their triangular situation. Although she never expected the one to have hurt feelings to be Katsuki. The toughest exteriors seemed to hide the most fragile hearts. Maybe that's why they act like assholes to begin with; to push everyone away before they get hurt.
After her shower, she slipped into her bathrobe and wrapped her hair in a towel to avoid spending too much more time in the bathroom. She had washed her hair twice and scrubbed down with two different kinds of soap. She also stopped to brush her teeth before walking back out into the bedroom.
The room was empty. Wondering where Katsuki had gone, afraid he had left her, she glanced around her bedroom as if she had gotten lost and did not know where she was.
"Katsuki?" she called out, not expecting an answer.
"I'm in here," he rejoined from the kitchen.
As soon as Takara stepped into the hall, the glorious scent of coffee filled her nose. He must not be too angry since he went to make coffee for her. As they had already discussed, this type of relationship is new territory for all of them and they would have to figure everything out as they go along - including the emotional ramifications.
Katsuki stood with his back to her. He was wearing an orange tank top and black jeans. She hated the color orange until she saw him wear it. The muscles in his broad shoulders and brawny back flexed as he moved to get cups from the cabinet.
Takara moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed her right cheek against his back between his shoulder blades. His abdominal muscles contracted making his belly solid and hard like a slab of cement under her palms.
"I do love you. You know that...right?" she asked, stepping back when he tried to turn.
"I do," he assured her, enclosing her shoulders with his sinewy arms. He kissed her cheek, pulling her against him. "Just give me time to adjust. I've never been in something like this before."
"Yeah. This threesome is definitely something different," she said, resting her hands on his hips.
"No, you idiot," he muttered irritably, standing up straight to look down at her. His eyes held a soft, dreamy expression when he looked at her. "I've never been in love before."
"Never?" she gasped in disbelief, blinking up at him.
Her mind could not comprehend him never being in love before. No puppy love in elementary school? Not even a fleeting crush in high school? He did not find a girl to fall in in love with in college? How could someone be his age and never have been in love of some kind even a fleeting crush?
Takara would bet money Izuku had been in love at least half a dozen times - which was not a bad thing. He simply struck her as the type who would be in love with the whole idea of being in love and would give himself over to it easily not being afraid of the consequences or when the relationship might end. As a matter of fact, that would make him emotionally more suited to an arrangement like this.
Looking at the big tough man towering above her, staring down at her with eyes warm and red, a symbolic color of love itself. He is like the weather, constantly changing at a moments notice. With all of his grunting and growling, he made her forget he would be the fragile one - the one whose heart she would have to handle with special care.
"You know if you want coffee you're going to have to let me go," he groused, holding his arms up above his head.
"You're right, you're right," she agreed with a sigh, unhinging her arms and backing up. She took that as her hint to back off because he had endured enough unfamiliar and heart rending emotions for one day.
Katsuki turned back toward the coffee pot, pouring them both a cup. He even added the cream to hers, just the way she likes it, before handing it to her.
"Mmmm," she hummed with satisfaction, inhaling the steaming beige colored liquid in her cup. Before she could take a sip, her phone rang. "Dammit."
Takara reluctantly walked away from him to retrieve her phone from the table by the door. She saw Maestro Donati's name on her caller ID. Worry immediately seized her heart, squeezing it with fear.
"Maestro?" she answered her phone.
"Ah, Buongiorno, Mi Cara," he greeted her cheerfully.
She exhaled in relief. He sounded fine and happy. That set her at ease.
"Buongiorno," she returned. "Is everything all right?"
"Everythin' is fine, jus' fine," he responded. "That is why I am calling. All of you have done such a good job, I am calling off practice for today. All I ask is that you make a visit to the children's hospital."
"I can definitely do that, Sir. Are we having a practice before the concert?"
"No, no, no! Go, relax, have fun. I don't want to see you until an hour before the performance," he said. "Be prepared to do your best for the children."
"Yes, sir! See you tomorrow night."
"Chow!"
Her phone beeped signalling he had hung up without waiting for her to return the closing.
"Hey, Katsuki?" she called out to him, returning to the kitchen where he stood in the same spot drinking his coffee.
"Yeah?" he asked, raising a thin blond eyebrow in response to her dubious actions when she sidled up to him and put her hands on his waist.
"What are you doing today?"
"Why?"
"Would you like to go to the children's hospital with me?"
"No," he replied curtly, raising his cup to his lips.
Takara stomped her foot and poked out her bottom lip, shamelessly pouting in front of him with her arms crossed. "Oh, come on! Please."
"You come on. Give a guy a break. I've been feeling enough for one day. That's a Midoriya kinda think you know."
"Why can't it be a you kinda thing?" she shot back, mocking his tough guy voice.
"This is what I was talking about. That's just not me. I can't deal with a lot of snot nosed rugrats pawing at me and wiping their germs all over me." He sneered with disgust.
"Dammit, Bakugo," she grumbled, picking up her coffee to take a sip. "These are terminally ill kids. Don't be an asshole."
"I am an asshole," he reminded her. "This is what I've been trying to explain to you."
"Hm, that's true. It's not like you've tried to hide that fact. Fine, fine," she sighed, waving her hand dismissively. "I won't bother you anymore about it."
"Wanna go for a ride on my motorcycle? I'll take you there," he offered with a cocky grin on his face.
He seemed so convinced she would say no to the apparently insincere offer she decided to be a stubborn ass herself and take him up on it.
"Sure. Let me go get dressed," she said, drinking down the rest of her coffee.
"Huh?" he mumbled, staring after her as she walked away. "Hey! You weren't supposed to say yes! You hate riding on my motorcycle right?"
"You said you would be the one to offer adventure, excitement, danger," she reminded him, yelling from her bedroom. "I'm accepting your offer instead of being a big chicken."
She liked being able to yell back at him without feeling like she was doing something wrong. She had to admit there was something cathartic about raising one's voice and blasting out your emotions with your words. Maybe that's why Katsuki did it so much. He was pissed about something all of the time for no good reason. Being angry and yelling is his standard operating mode.
Around Izuku she felt like she needed to speak in hushed, quiet tones because he was always so sweet and soft spoken. So far she had not heard him raise his voice in anything but excitement - never in anger. Honestly, she never wanted to see him angry because she would guess him being furious had to be a terrifying thing brought on by drastic and awful circumstances.
"What am I supposed to do while you're there babysitting?" Katsuki hollered at her.
"Hell if I know! You're the one who asked to take me!" she shouted in return.
"Yeah, but I never - " Then he cut off his own words.
"Aha!" she bellowed in an accusatory tone, rushing back into the kitchen while buttoning her shirt.
Takara had dressed in jeans and a loose fitting eyelet lace oxford shirt to keep the outfit comfortable but chic and feminine. Katsuki seemed to like it by the way his eyes moved over her body when she appeared. Stepping right up to him, she glared up at him with all of the ire she could muster.
"You never thought I'd accept that motorcycle ride and that's why you shouldn't have made an insincere offer. Well, you listen," she said, poking him in the chest.
She felt like she had broken her finger by poking a brick wall. She poked him again a few good times, extending two more fingers and putting the strength of her entire hand behind it.
"You listen, pal," she said with what she believed to be a pretty good impression of his grouchy attitude. "You made the offer, I accepted it, and you're driving me. Got that?"
Katsuki smiled down at her. A big leering grin like a Cheshire Cat.
"What's wrong with your face?" Takara demanded, lifting her chin defiantly.
His fingers went to the top button on her shirt, freeing the small round pearl button from the hole. She smacked his hand with a stinging slap when he unbuttoned the one below that as well. She had just buttoned the dozen tiny buttons on this shirt, and he damn sure was not taking it off of her now.
"We're not doing that right now. You don't deserve it," she snapped, pivoting on her heel and walking away from him.
"I'm impressed," he said, watching her shove her feet into her ankle boots.
"With what?"
Takara yelped when he grabbed her from behind, pulling her behind hard against his crotch. He was hard, excited. He was ready to ride something, and it wasn't his motorcycle.
"I never expected you to have a dominant side," Katsuki murmured, kissing the back of her neck.
That gravelly, growly sexy voice of his in her ear made her want to turn around and smash her lips into his. It was tempting to grab her shirt and rip it open, sending every single one of those frustrating little buttons flying. But not only was she mad at him, she paid a lot of money for this stupid shirt.
Takara elbowed him in the ribs to make him let her go. There was an odd sense of gratification at the sound of him grunting in pain as he released her then wheezed to reclaim the breath she had mercilessly knocked out of him.
She had never thought of herself as having the desire to be dominant and certainly not with sadistic tendencies. Damn! This irritating man might help her discover a few things she did not know about herself.
"Pull yourself together, Bakugo," she commanded him, whirling around to glare at him with steely eyes. "Let's go."
Giving her that lopsided little smirk, he replied with a nod, "Yes, ma'am."
Takara was nervous and more than a little scared as she transferred everything from her purse into a small backpack. She had no one to blame but herself which really sucked. She couldn't even blame Katsuki for making her ride the motorcycle this time. He had tried to backpedal and get out of making the suggestion, but she would not allow him.
Katsuki had told her he was for danger and for fun, and she needed to get used to that. No time like the present. After shrugging on the backpack, she followed him downstairs to the basement garage.
Chewing her bottom lip, she watched his gloved hands as he unlocked the padlock to their private storage locker and pushed the door open. There sat her nemesis: the shiny red and black crotch rocket that was as intimidating as a wild horse.
I can do this, she told herself not allowing that little inner voice to speak doubt to her. I will have fun.
Takara studied Katsuki as he checked out the bike, making sure the tires and everything were okay. She smiled and relaxed, knowing he would keep her safe as he rolled the motorcycle he deemed fit for the road out of the locker.
"Do you mind closing that?" he asked, handing her the lock and jerking his chin toward the door.
"Not at all," she replied.
Grabbing the short length of rope attached to the bottom of the rolling door, she pulled the door down and secured the padlock while he started the motorcycle. The engine roared echoing through the garage with such ferocity it was deafening. She jumped and squealed at the awful cacophony of noise which made him laugh.
Takara approached the motorcycle, holding out her hand for the helmet.
"You still want to do this?" he asked in a shout, revving the motor.
"Yes!" she yelled back.
He shrugged and flipped down his tinted face shield blocking out the sight of his face. He pointed behind him with his thumb telling her to get on. After tugging on her helmet, she threw her leg of the seat and slid on behind him.
"Here we go!" he warned her, releasing the brake and taking of with a shriek of rubber on concrete and a puff of acrid black smoke.
Takara held on making sure to keep her hold on him secure but loose as not to hinder his breathing or squeeze him in half. Since they were forced to drive mainly in heavy city traffic, there were no sharp, scary turns, and he could not go too fast. This trip was not so bad and actually kind of pleasant.
By the time they arrived at the hospital, she had a smile on her face. When he pulled under the covered walkway leading to the front entrance, she hopped off and removed the helmet. To see his face and mostly to hear his voice better, she reached out and flipped up the face shield of his helmet.
"I'm going inside," she told him, leaning forward to kiss his nose because the part of the helmet covered his mouth. "Meet me on the third floor, Katsuki."
"I'll be in as soon as I can. I'm going to ask the guard where to park," he informed her, waving the uniformed man over from where he stood at the sliding entrance doors.
Takara practically skipped inside, giddy from the adrenaline rush brought on by the motorcycle ride. She could get used to that. On her way to the bank of elevators, she waved at the two women seated at the front desk.
"Hey, Takara, I think they need you on the fourth floor today," one of the women told her.
"Fourth floor?" she questioned her.
"The neonatal ward," the other woman informed her. "They need cuddlers."
Cuddlers are people who hold the premature newborns to give them the stimulating contact that helps stimulate them to eat therefore they gain body weight more quickly. Studies have also shown the healing power of touch also improves their immune system as well.
"Oh, okay," she replied cheerily, wondering how Katsuki would react. "Please tell the blonde gentleman wearing biker gear to meet me on the fourth floor please."
The women at each other, one winking and the other giving an shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders in return.
"Oh, trust me. You'll know exactly who he is when he comes through," she assured them, going to the elevators.
At least he would not have snot nosed brats putting their germy hands all over him. Katsuki really could be an incredibly big jerk sometimes.
Actually, to touch the premature babies, they would have to be cleansed and disinfected. They would have to shower with a special antibacterial soap and change into sanitary scrubs. They would also be given gowns to go over that as well as caps, masks, and booties. Only their hands, after receiving another disinfection, would be left bare to touch the babies.
Katsuki was not going to be happy. But he would get over it.
Takara went straight up to the fourth floor to begin her preparation process. She had just emerged from the bathroom in her scrubs when Katsuki arrived on the floor. He glanced at her then at the nurses standing in front of him with piles of clothes in their hands and large grins of anticipation on their faces.
"What's going on?" he asked, his eyes bouncing from woman to woman with a questioning glimpse back at her.
"We're holding preemies today. You need to get prepared," she said right before one of the nurses grabbed his wrist.
"Right this way, sir," she enthusiastically announced, dragging him toward the shower room while the other nurse pushed him from behind with a hand between his shoulder blades.
Takara giggled as the took him away. She doubted she would have to worry about those two hanging around and getting a peek at him in the shower. He could take care of himself for sure. Not that Izuku couldn't fend off the frisky nurses. Katsuki would just be a whole lot more aggressive in shoving them out of the bathroom as not to have an audience during his shower.
"So who's this guy?" the head nurse on duty asked her as she helped pull on the yellow gown to cover her green scrubs.
"Ah...hmm...he's a..." She hesitated. She couldn't dare say boyfriend since she had introduced Izuku as her boyfriend. The nurses around the hospital were still talking his visit and anticipating his next one.
"Friend?" the head nurse helpfully suggested, sensing her quandary.
"A very special friend," she added, trying not to make it sound like an unseemly implication.
"I see," the older woman with a knowing smile murmured, pulling the thin blue cap over Takara's hair she had pulled back and swirled into a bun after her shower.
"Will you help him when he comes out and send him in?" she asked as she slipped the blue cloth covers over her sock covered feet. The heels of her boots would have ripped right through them.
"Of course. Let's go get you situated first," she said, handing over a mask and ushering Takara into the nursery.
Six plastic incubators sat in three rows of two. Tiny babies that looked like dolls lay inside with tubes and wires attached to their thin little arms and legs. Machines beeped and whirred creating a weird kind of music to fill the silence.
Takara sat down in one of the rocking chairs in the corner of the room. Her eyes followed the nurse as she went to an incubator and turned off the light being used to treat the baby for jaundice. Next the monitors, IVs, and feeding tube were unhooked. She sat up straight and tall, leaning forward in anticipation as the nurse lifted out the miniature human that made their entrance into this world a little too early.
The baby, barely bigger than the nurses hand was wrapped in a soft white blanket. The tiniest fingers she had had ever seen reached up, splaying out as the baby was nestled into her arms. The child made a low mewling sound like a kitten, barely a cry.
"Takara, this is Katsurou. His name means victory."
"Oh, my goodness. Hi, Katsurou," she cooed at the baby in her arms. "You are a fighter, aren't you?"
"Here," the nurse said, giving her a tiny bottle fit for a doll. "Rub his cheek with your thumb to entice him to turn his head toward the bottle. Rub the nipple on his bottom lip to open his mouth and take it. We need to teach them to suckle so they can learn to eat on their own and the feedig tube can be removed."
Takara followed the instructions given to her. At first the baby grunted and snorted irritably, refusing to accept the bottle. The grumpy sounds of stubbornness reminded her of Katsuki.
"Don't give up. Just be patient and keep trying. I'll go get your friend," the nurse said, patting her on the shoulder and leaving the room.
"Come on, sweetheart, come on," she whispered to the baby, rubbing his cheek with the tip of her pinkie. "You need to learn to eat so you can grow up big and strong."
"All rightie, Mr. Bakugo," the nurse began as they entered the room. "Take a seat over there in the rocking chair by your friend."
"I don't know if I should do this. They are just so tiny...and my hands are so big," he said, sitting down after the nurse pushed him down. "I just don't know if - "
"You'll be fine," she assured him, going to an incubator. "Hands like yours are perfect for comforting and holding these little ones."
The nurse walked toward him with a small, squeaking pink bundle. One would think she was preparing to hand him a hot coal with the wide eyed expression of dread on his face. He acted as if he planned to crawl through the spindles on the back of the chair to escape.
"Katsuki," Takara called to him. "It's a human baby, not a porcupine. Calm down. Take a deep breath and relax. You're a hero right?"
"Yeah, but - "
"You're saving a life right now," she said. "Come on. You can do this."
"Ready?" the nurse asked him.
He nodded, extending his arms to accept the baby although the preemie pretty much fit in his hand.
Takara would have never guessed the one thing in the world that could strike absolute terror into Katsuki Bakugo's heart would be a premature infant weighing only four and a half pounds. She kept her eyes on him as he brought the tiny baby girl to his wide brawny chest to cradle her against his heart. She felt as if she might melt watching the foul mouthed, macho hero handling the child.
"Remember to stay calm and keep your voice low. These babies are extremely sensitive to sound," the nurse said, preparing to leave the room. "If you need anything, I'll be right next door."
On her way out, she turned down the lights in the room to a muted glow because they are also sensitive to excessively bright light.
Takara's attention was drawn back to baby in her arms when he began to whimper and fuss in earnest. She rubbed the nipple on his lower lip to try to tempt him to take the bottle one more time. This time he moved his head side to side, rooting around as it called in search of the nipple. She carefully pushed the bottle bottle forward, and he accepted it.
"Oh, yay," she whispered happily. "There you go, baby. Now you'll grow up big and strong like Mr. Explodey Pants over here."
"What the hell did you just call me?" he asked in a hushed voice she never would have thought him capable of using.
"Bakugo, don't use that language in front of the children," she admonished him.
"They're infants. They have no idea what I'm saying. And don't call me something that makes me sound like I have serious issues with Irritable Bowel Syndrome," he fussed at her in a calm and low voice as not to upset the baby in his arms.
Takara studied the small face of the baby as he lazily sucked at the bottle. She smiled, massaging his cheek with her fingertip to encourage him to keep going.
"Hey, Takara," Katsuki called to her.
"Hmmm?"
"Do you want children someday?"
His question took her by surprise making every muscle in her body contract. The baby immediately turned his head away from the bottle sensing the stress in her body.
"Oh, sweetheart no," she cooed, trying to get him to take the bottle again.
"You don't?" Katsuki asked in disbelief, his voice ringing with disappointment.
"I don't what?" she questioned him, having been distracted by the baby.
"You don't want kids?"
"I do. Why?"
"But you said - "
"Ohhh," she gasped. "I do want kids. I was freaking out because little man here stopped taking his bottle."
"Oh, okay," he said, glancing down at the content little girl nestled against his chest.
"Your heartbeat must be very steady. You've got a happy camper there." She paused then asked him, "Do you want children?"
"I think I might," he answered noncommittally.
Takara bowed her head to hide her smile, studying the baby in her arms. "I think you'd be a great father."
"You do?" He sounded surprised.
"I do," she confirmed. "You're a kind, gentle man with a good heart. Quit trying to convince everyone, including yourself, you're not."
"Shut up," he muttered, gazing down at the baby in his arms. The child's doll like fingers clutched his thumb making them appear even smaller in comparison. "I know you said we were only staying a short time, but shouldn't we hold them all?"
A warmth blossomed in her chest hearing him say that. The sensation continued to grow until it felt like something burst sending the warmth spreading throughout her body making her extremities tingle. Her vision blurred as tears, happy tears, filled her eyes. She never knew she could feel so much; it was almost too much to bear.
"Don't you have to go to work?" she sniffed, holding back the tears. She did not want him to think he had upset her for some reason by shedding them.
"I've got time," he said keeping his voice low.
Takara stole a glimpse at him. The way he looked at the baby made the first tear fall. He looked so peaceful, content, and happy. The persistent angry expression in his eyes had been replaced by an affectionate softness. The corners of mouth turned upwards ever so slightly in a gentle smile. The smile on her lips grew in response to his.
"Then I think that's a wonderful idea then. We should hold them all," she agreed.
Three hours later, they left the hospital, sore from sitting so long but pleased after all six preemies had been showered with affection. Katsuki did not speak a single word to her until they returned to the apartment.
Takara did not mind the silence. It created a rather comfortable bubble around the two of them making words unnecessary. Being together, staying close and sharing the physical contact required on the way home was enough.
At the apartment building, Katsuki dropped her off at the bottom of the stairwell to their apartments.
"Go on up while I put away the bike," he said.
"My apartment or yours?" she asked before ascending the stairs.
"Mine. Are you hungry? There are leftovers from last night that can be heated up," he reminded her.
"Oooh, I definitely want some of that delicious curry. I'll get the food ready while you put up the motorcycle," she said, running up the stairs.
By the time Katsuki walked in to the apartment, Takara had the food warmed and plated and tall glasses of cold tea poured. He joined her at the counter to eat.
"Are you angry about today?" she asked, shoveling in a spoonful of food. She seemed to feel even hungrier after her first bite.
"No. Why would I be?" he inquired in return around a mouth full of food.
"I don't know. I just...I just know it's not your kind of thing."
"It could become my thing."
"Really?" she squeaked, shocked by his admission.
"I suppose I could learn a few things from you too. You're not like any woman I've ever met before. I've known some really good and interesting women but none of them ever..." He paused, trying to find the correct word to express his feeling. "I don't know. None of them ever made me feel like you do."
Katsuki sounded a little bit upset, aggravated by his admission. Takara held her breath as her stomach tumbled over and over. Everything inside of her seemed to quiver in uncertainty.
"Is that a good thing?" she asked tentatively, a little afraid of the honest answer.
"The only person who ever made me feel so much shit I didn't want to feel is Izuku. He irritated the hell out of me because he was the only person I felt like I could never measure up to...like he would always be better than me no matter how hard I tried," he said. "And he didn't even have a damn natural quirk! What the hell was I jealous of?"
Takara remained silent recalling the things Izuku had spoken to her about Katsuki. He had expressed pretty much the same sentiment about him. He said he was always running after him, wanting to be like him - no matter how much Katsuki teased him and made fun of him. Then All Might came into his life and helped him make his dream to be a hero into a reality.
"Izuku made me want to be a better hero and a better person. You make me want to be a better man and lover...and a father," he added.
Takara nearly choked on her food. She forced it down with a huge bubble of air despite how much it hurt to keep from choking on it. Pounding her chest to send it on its way, she pushed it down further by draining her glass of tea.
"I never wanted to be a boyfriend or husband and certainly not a Dad," Katsuki went on.
"Husband?" she squeaked, reaching across the counter for the pitcher of tea to refill her glass.
"You heard me, dammit," he growled at her irritably.
"I did hear you. Loud and clear," she murmured, sipping her tea.
Putting down the empty glass, Takara stood up beside him, laying her hand on his shoulder. His skin was warm and soft under her palm. He had a warm and soft heart hidden under layers and layers of bullshit and bravado to protect himself.
"Huh?" Katsuki grunted, turning to look at her. "What - "
She cut off his words by pressing her lips against his. She did not want him to say another word and ruin the moment. When he exhaled, leaning into her and pushing his mouth back against hers, her arms circled his neck.
The kiss was slow, gentle, and lingering. His hands made their way to her shirt, quickly and deftly undoing the buttons as their lips parted and met many times.
Those hands, large and powerful, capable of so much kindness could also be used as weapons to bring a villain into subjugation. His fingers slid along her collar bones and under her shirt to push it down her arms. One of his hands covered her breast, massaging until she moaned into his mouth.
Katsuki stood up as his other hand moved under behind, cupping her butt cheek and pulling her up to carry her to his bedroom while he kept his mouth on hers. He kicked the door closed behind them after entering, slamming it shut with a bang. Laying her back on his bed, he straightened his body wedged firmly between her legs.
"Are you ready?" he asked her, his voice raspy with desire.
"Uh huh," she replied barely able to speak.
Katsuki stripped off his tank top and jeans, keeping on his black boxer briefs. He peeled her jeans from her legs as she removed her bra. Laying his body on top of hers, he began to kiss her.
Her hands roamed over his back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. Takara could feel him reaching for something between the bed and wall above her head, his body rubbing along the length of hers as he stretched to grab whatever he was looking for.
Katsuki raised his body onto all fours, hovering above her. He hand glided down her arm, his fingers enclosing her wrist. Lifting her arm above her head, he smiled down at her. That smile on his face, a crooked arrogant smirk, made her abdomen clench tightly.
"What are you - "
The metallic click interrupted her. Twisting around to look above her head, she saw he had placed a handcuff around her wrist. He put the other handcuff on her before she could pull her wrist away. Pulling on the restraints, she realized the chain leading from the cuff was attached to something under the bed.
"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" she shrilled in disbelief, glaring at him and jerking on the chain until it rattled.
"I warned you. Things are going to be different with me," he said, securing her other wrist as well.
"Bakugo!" Takara yelled, pulling on the chains and wiggling her body under him.
"Ah, just settle down. You know I won't hurt you," he told her, cupping her jaw with his hand. His thumb stroked across her cheek, and her struggling stopped. "You trust me, don't you?"
"I do," she replied, her eyes holding his that harbored a hint of hurt that stung her heart.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, stroking her cheek. "But this is what I like."
"Don't apologize. It's just...surprising...that's all. I've never..." Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and she looked away from him. "I've never done anything like this."
"I'll teach you," he said, kissing her neck. "I won't go any further than the cuffs this time. Okay?"
"Okay." Takara inhaled deeply in an effort to calm her wildly fluttering heart.
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait until later to play around more too. I also told you I would fuck you hard and fast didn't I?" he questioned her, tracing her lips with his forefinger.
"You did," she answered.
Her whole body trembled when got off the bed and stood up between her legs. She kept her eyes on his face while he took off her panties then removed his own underwear. Suddenly she felt shy, awkward as if this was her first time ever having sex.
His broad chest expanded to become even wider with each deep breath as he stood between her legs, his hips keeping her thighs separated. His eyes, hard and glittering like rubies, traveled over her entire body taking in the sight of her but his hands never touched her.
At the moment, he intimidated her, overwhelmed her. But then again, she assumed that was the whole point of this kind of sex game.
Takara inadvertently yelped when his hands grasped her hips, lifting her behind from the bed. She bit her lower lip as he entered her, pulling her onto him while he continued to stand at the side of the bed while she lay across the short width. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist to keep them from dangling lifelessly off of the edge.
True to his word, he held her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded her mercilessly. Once she got over the initial shock, she actually began to enjoy the roughness, the vigorous thrusts that rocked her entire body. Katsuki pushed her across the bed and pulled her back to impale her again and again.
An intense pressure began to build deep inside of her. It was like every push increased that pressure, filling her. Takara whimpered and bit her lower lip, holding back the moan.
"Open your mouth. Make noise. Let me know how it feels," he panted, pushing harder and faster.
Takara squeezed her eyes shut, and her mouth dropped open. She loosed a low, extended howl which elicited a grunt from him in return as he increased his efforts.
Warm, wet droplets of his sweat dripped onto her belly. Katsuki lowered her onto the bed, bracing his knee on the mattress between her legs to give himself the leverage he needed to thrust into her harder.
She cried out, pulling at the chains, wishing she could touch him. Opening her eyes, she watched the varying expressions flitting across his face. He looked pained with his eyebrows drawing together as he bared his gritted teeth. Then his face relaxed, his eyebrows lifting and his mouth dropping open for him to release a moan of pleasure. He became even more sexy and enticing in the throes of passion.
His eyes opened a crack to meet hers briefly before he started convulsing, his hips plunging him into her a little deeper than before. After a few successive bumps to her womb that incited both pleasure and pain simultaneously, she became lost in the agony and ecstasy he set off like an earthquake inside of her.
Katsuki fell forward, laying on top of her and crushing her so that it became difficult to breathe. Hearing her wheezing for air, he pushed himself to relieve the lung compressing force of his body on her chest. His hand moved to something above her head. Soon she was free from the restraints.
Takara grabbed his face between her hands, bringing his lips to hers for a sweet kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"I'm fine. It's fine," she assured him. "It was...different."
"I'm going to take a shower," Katsuki announced, standing up. As he walked away, he added, "I should get ready for work, and Izuku will be home soon."
Takara lay there, staring at the ceiling. Different. Things were so different with him. He was right. They would each love her in completely different ways because they are completely different men.
Katsuki was already giving her more than he thought himself capable of giving as far as love goes. She had no right to be greedy or demanding. He had no illusions about himself and how far he could go in certain areas, therefore, she should not either. She would have to meet him where he currently stood and love him as that person with no further expectations.
"Hey," he called to her from the door.
Takara sat up to look at him. "What's up? I thought you were in the shower."
"Come take a shower with me," he said in away that made it sound like an order rather than a request. But that is just his way.
Takara smiled at him, moving off of the bed to go to him. Her heart found its wings when he took her hand and led her to the bathroom for their shower. He definitely had a talent for catching her off guard and doing something she did not expect.
His warning from earlier flitted through her brain. "I'm the one who will give you fun and excitement and always surprise you. I'm a little bit dangerous and very unpredictable."
He could not be more correct. Her smile broadened as she looked at the back of man grasping her hand tightly - possessive and protective. She loved the way he loved her.
