Chapter Thirty: More
Katsuki was mumbling in his sleep, dreaming of dogs turning into giant robots and taking over the world. It was a fitful sleep, making him more aware of his surroundings than he normally would be at this hour. So, when the door creaked open behind him, signaling Aisla's nightly appearance, his eyes instantly flew open. He thought about telling her to leave, but part of him was too sleepy to put energy into the words. Sometimes, he slept better with her beside him anyway.
Not that he'd tell her that…
He felt her slide into bed behind him but made no moves to turn toward her. She'd been doing this almost every night and he'd given up trying to kick her out. The extra space he'd left at his back wasn't there for her benefit, of course. He liked sleeping against the wall. He didn't care if there was room for someone else. This was his bed, dammit!
Aisla utilized the extra space anyway and curled up at his back as she always did. Unlike usual, however, this time he felt her lips kissing his neck and her hand gliding over his t-shirt. Her breath was heavy and her tongue hot against his—
Wait.
He rolled onto his stomach first, just to get out of her grasp, and found her staring up at him with needy eyes.
Good god, he thought. I have to get rid of her right the fuck now.
"Katsuki…" she breathed his name, then slid her tongue across her lips.
He acted upon instinct, shifting so that he now hovered over her, effectively pinning her to the bed. He hadn't planned on doing this. He'd wanted to push her away, but his body moved on its own accord. Her excited gasp was almost too much for him to bear, and after a second's hesitation, he allowed his lips to press against hers. She moaned and slid her hands up his shirt to caress bare skin. He liked it when she did that. Her hands were small and warm and knew exactly where to touch him.
He breathed heavily as those hands pushed his shirt up and over his head. He let her remove the piece of clothing completely before kissing her again, this time parting his lips and praying she'd take the invitation. Instantly, he felt her tongue sliding against his lip as she'd done to her own moments ago. Then she leaned forward, sucked his lip into her mouth and bit down gently.
"God," he groaned. This was the point when he was supposed to come to his senses. This was when he pushed her away and told her to go to her own damn room. This was not the point when he pushed his hips against hers and forced a high-pitched moan from her throat.
"Katsuki," she gasped when he repeated the action. Her hands were doing their expert dance across his skin—her body was squirming beneath him, and her lips moved against his more fiercely, almost desperately now.
He slid a hand—the one that bore the ring she'd given him for Christmas—up her nightshirt and teased her skin the way she was with his. He liked how soft she was, and how her supple skin twitched under his touch. He knew he should stop there. His hand couldn't be allowed to travel any higher or, god forbid, lower… He needed to end things right now.
"Please," Aisla begged, voice a throaty moan. "Touch me, Katsuki… Please, touch me…"
Good god, he thought again as his hand hesitated above her bare breast. He needed to end this. She needed to leave. She couldn't be here anymore. He couldn't…
"More," she begged again, and this time she arched her body upward, so her breast found his hand.
He needed no further encouragement as his hand tentatively cupped her breast and let his thumb slide across the nipple. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but when she sucked in a sharp breath, he thought maybe he was doing it right.
"Yes…" she whispered as he teased her nipple, then moved on to the second one. Her body was moving like crazy now, which was making it harder for Katsuki to control himself. When her legs wrapped around his back and she thrust her hips toward his, he knew he was a goner. He felt himself throbbing in response and he couldn't withhold the moan that was punched from his lungs.
Aisla's hands were moving down now at a slow pace. When they reached his shorts, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tried to push them down. Katsuki shuddered against her but had enough clarity to grip her hands in one of his and pin them to the bed by her head.
"God, stop." He was breathing fast and hard as he gazed down at her. The look she was giving him was one he'd only seen a handful of times before. She was so into this right now, into him doing this to her. She wanted him badly. He really liked seeing that expression. He wanted to see more of them.
She'd stopped her movements upon his command, but he could feel her whole body tensed up as if waiting for the moment he allowed her to continue. And her eyes… God, those eyes… They bore straight through to his soul. She was silently begging him to take her, to take all of her, and she'd gladly give herself up to him. But could he do that to her? He couldn't violate her like that, could he?
It's what she wants, his mind reasoned as he continued to search her eyes. Her hands were still locked in his grip, waiting for permission to travel back down to his shorts so she could remove them. His hand rested against her breast, thumb unconsciously brushing the nipple. Each time the finger passed over the pink bud, her body gave a little jump and her eyes got darker with desire.
What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't give her what she wants?
He closed his eyes briefly, then made up his mind.
His hands pulled out from her shirt and he sat up, noting the disappointment in her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," he commanded her, and her eyes fluttered closed. He reached out and gently tugged on the thin fabric of her shorts. She swallowed audibly and lifted herself enough to allow him to pull the useless article from her body and toss it to the floor.
"Katsuki…" She sighed into his touch as his fingers lightly glided over her black silk panties. Her body arched again, begging him to touch her more. He obliged, sliding a finger down and back up again, reveling in the wetness her sex produced just for him. He never knew he could have such an effect on her body like this.
"You're so wet…" he sighed. "Why is that so sexy?"
"Oh god," she groaned as his finger dipped inside the silk to tease bare skin.
It was almost enough to bring him to his own undoing as he imagined what it would feel like for him to be inside of her, to feel her juices soaking him…
"I want you, Katsuki…" she begged him. "I want all of you."
She was an evil seductress, a being sent straight up from the depths of hell to torment him. She knew he couldn't resist her when she was like this. She knew he was putty in her hands, especially when she used her body to convince him.
"I'm so wet for you, Katsuki." She bucked against his fingers, then moaned when they slipped inside of her again. "Feel how wet I am for real. Please, I need to feel you inside of me. I need more."
I can't say no to this girl, he decided and removed his hand. He would give her what she wanted. It was wrong on so many levels—they were still too young; they were at school for god's sake—but goddamn did he want this with her.
"That's right," she breathed. "Let me have you, Katsuki. Let me have your all. You won't deny me, will you?"
It was almost exactly what she'd said to him at the Christmas party a few weeks ago, only this time it carried so much more weight. This time, the words sounded more like a challenge or a command rather than a plea. Katsuki felt himself shudder at the idea. He kind of liked this side of Aisla, the one that wanted to be in control. It made him feel less worried about his own actions. All he had to do was obey her commands.
"Katsuki?" she asked as her hand dipped low beneath his waistband.
"Yeah?" he said as his eyes slid closed and her hand brushed against him.
"What are you doing?"
"Whatever you want," he growled.
"Do you…want me to leave?"
"What?" he opened his eyes and found his room dark. He couldn't see Aisla anymore, and her hand wasn't touching him as it had been moments ago.
Oh, hell no. That did not just happen again! he silently begged as he blinked his eyes into focus.
"Katsuki?" Aisla murmured again. He could feel her pressed against his back, hand gently stroking his bare skin—not below the band of his boxers, but chastely beneath his collarbone. "You're kind of pushing me off the bed…"
He moved over, more so he could get away from her than to give her space, but she wound up right back against him anyway. She hummed softly as she continued to touch him, fingers sluggishly tracing the curve of his shoulder and neck.
He stiffened, recalling the feel of her hands touching him somewhere else instead.
It was a dream, he realized with horror. I just dreamt that Aisla and I…
"Aisla, you have to go back to your own room," he said abruptly.
Her hand stilled in its motions on his back. "Am I bothering you?"
No, he thought, the exact opposite.
"You just can't be in here right now, okay?!" he snapped, embarrassment and shame making him irritable.
She breathed a soft sigh. "Alright, I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I'll leave."
He growled into his pillow when the door shut quietly behind her. He wanted to run after her and beg her to get back in his bed. He wanted to be bold like he'd been in his dream—pull her shirt from her body and just take her. More than that, he wanted to know what it felt like to have her touching him like she almost had in his dream. The idea made his length pulse in response like it could still feel her reaching out, delicate fingers wrapping around and squeezing…
"Damn it," he groaned as his hand slipped into his pants and found the neglected organ. It throbbed at his touch as he stroked it. He pumped himself fast to get the act over with so he could go back to sleep. God forbid Aisla came back in here and found him like this.
"Aisla…" He moaned her name as he continued to take care of his need. He couldn't keep the images of her touching him, of him touching her, from his mind. He could still feel her hot, wet sex with his fingers and imagined he was inside of her right now.
It only took a few minutes to finish himself off. He was relieved when he didn't get his fluids all over the bed like the last time he'd done this. He was able to do a quick cleanup with a tissue, pull his pants back into place, and turn over in the bed. He did not allow himself to think of Aisla again that night. He thought of his hero training and about beating Deku, and finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
He awoke the next morning feeling more exhausted than when he'd gone to bed, and more than a little ashamed for his late-night activities. He felt dirty and wrong for what he'd done when she'd left his room, but even more than that, why had he dreamt something like that? And with her already in his bed of all places? What was she thinking right now? She was probably making fun of him to all her friends, telling them what a freak of a boyfriend she had.
"God, kill me," he muttered into his pillow before finally forcing himself to get out of bed. He'd planned on showering before classes started, but he'd gotten a late start and didn't have time now. Washing away his shame would almost be worth the lecture he'd get for being late, but he finally decided against it.
Once he'd changed into his uniform, he quickly made his way downstairs and out the front door. He ran across campus to the academics building and skidded to a halt just outside of his classroom. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, then stepped inside, breathing a sigh of relief that his teacher wasn't there yet.
He turned to his own seat but stopped in surprise when nothing blocked his view of his desk. Or rather, the usual someone by the name of Aisla.
"She's not here," Iida told him as he stepped up behind him. "I believe she's sick today."
"Sick?" he repeated dumbly. "She's not sick, I just saw her—" He stopped himself from admitting that she'd just been in his bed that night and she'd seemed fine to him.
"It's true," Uraraka sighed sadly. "She texted me this morning and asked if I'd spread the message."
Katsuki looked around the room in confusion, still hoping to see her standing somewhere. Maybe she was playing a prank on him, and she was about to jump out from somewhere hidden and yell "surprise!"
"She's not sick," he insisted.
"Take your seat, Bakugo." Mr. Aizawa placed a rough hand on his shoulder. "Miss Haru is taking the day to rest up, but you don't have the excuse of being unwell." His eyes gleamed red. "So, get back to your seat."
He shrugged off the hand and sat down, scowl set in place. Aisla was sick? She hadn't been sick once since he'd met her! This had to be some joke he wasn't a part of. Maybe she had a headache and wanted to sleep a while longer. Or maybe…
She's avoiding me because of last night, he realized as he twisted the onyx ring around his right index finger, the very one that had delved into her sex in his dream, then later wrapped around himself as he gave in to his desires.
He must have done something weird in his sleep for her to skip classes. He hoped no one could see his cheeks burning from shame. He couldn't believe it! What had he done to her? He should go apologize right now, beg her forgiveness and—
"SIT DOWN," his teacher ordered sharply, eyes glaring at him once more.
Katsuki obeyed. He hadn't even realized he'd stood up; his mind had been so focused on Aisla and why she would be avoiding him. Wasn't that more important than sitting in this pointless lecture?
"Today, we'll be visiting the USJ for some training," Mr. Aizawa announced, oblivious to Katsuki's dilemma. "So, you'll all need to grab your hero costumes and meet me out front in ten minutes. We'll be spending most of our day there so make sure you bring a water bottle if you don't want to die from dehydration."
"What about Aisla?" Raccoon-eyes asked in concern. "Shouldn't someone stay behind and make sure she doesn't need anything?"
"There's a nurse on call for that sort of thing," he assured her. "Now, everyone get your things and let's move."
"Right!" they agreed simultaneously.
Katsuki didn't feel so good himself as they traveled to the training arena. He was starting to feel a little sick to his stomach and considered the odds of Aizawa allowing him to take the day off, too. One look at his hard expression said he wouldn't care if Katsuki was foaming at the mouth, he would still have to stay in class.
Picking favorites, he thought in irritation as he changed into his costume. He wondered what sort of training they would be doing today and hoped it would be grueling enough to take his mind off his own anxiety for a while. He couldn't keep thinking about whether or not Aisla was okay when he was supposed to be focusing on annihilating all of his classmates!
"Today, we'll be doing another rescue exercise," their teacher informed them. "You'll be splitting up into two groups and will have to work together in order to rescue the citizens in the wreckage below."
"So, this is like that time we had to save the dummy from the underground mall?" Kaminari guessed.
Katsuki felt himself grin. "That was a piece of cake! We saved that citizen no problem!"
Aizawa gave him a malicious smirk. "That one was designed to be difficult, yes, but you all somehow pulled it off. However…this exercise has a thirty percent success rate, and based on some of your cooperation abilities…" he looked right at Katsuki when he said this, "I'm guessing the statistics are closer to fifteen percent."
Groans met his prediction and a few of them, including Katsuki, scoffed in response.
Did he seriously have to say that? Katsuki was cooperative! He always had Kirishima and Kaminari following him around, and now he had Aisla and Todo. He wasn't allowed to be uncooperative! All these damn extras were always trying to stick their noses where they didn't belong.
And yet… it wasn't as bad as he used to think. It was kind of alright to have people who wanted to be by his side and do things with him of their own free will rather than because a teacher forced them to be there. People had always flocked to him for whatever reason and acted like his friends, but he never really felt like they belonged there. As much as he hated to admit, it was that dumbass rock and that idiot spark plug that started it. Then she came along with her pretty words and fluttering lashes, and he knew he would never look at relationships the same way.
"Bakugo!" the dumbass rock hollered as he made his way toward him. "Looks like we're in the same group again!"
Katsuki scowled. "Lucky me," he deadpanned.
"I, too, am in this group!" Iida informed them with dramatic hand gestures as he sped toward them.
Katsuki groaned his displeasure.
"At least Midoriya isn't in your group this time!" Kirishima noted as his gaze flicked over to where the green-haired nerd stood across the field from them.
Katsuki crossed his arms and smirked deviously. "That's right, Deku. You just wait for me to murder you!"
"Uh, I think you mean us!" Kaminari complained as he joined their group.
"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS AROUND?!" Katsuki roared. Somehow, he always got paired with these two.
Kaminari pouted. "Aw that's messed up, man. We're your friends! Don't be so grumpy just because Aisla isn't here to play with you."
His fist shot out before he'd even had the chance to tell his brain not to allow the action. He felt his knuckles connect with the bridge of Kaminari's nose only a moment before Aizawa was on him. His capture item easily plucked him from the ground and tossed him across the field where he landed painfully on his side.
"Enough, Bakugo," his teacher snapped. "I already told you that violence toward another student isn't allowed. Now, get a hold of yourself or I'll flunk you on the spot and you'll spend the rest of your day doing paperwork with Principal Nezu."
Katsuki blanched but said nothing in return. He trudged angrily back to his team and stood there with venomous eyes as he waited for further instruction.
He's always got something to say, he thought as his gaze shifted briefly to Kaminari. The spark plug was rubbing his nose and giving Katsuki an indignant look.
That's what you get for your stupid comments, Katsuki silently seethed.
The exercise began, and it was up to Katsuki's team to be the heroes, while Deku and his team would be acting as the pathetic losers they were. That team consisted of all the girls, as well as Aoyama, Deku, Mineta, and Koda. Much to Katsuki's annoyance, Todoroki was on his team. He'd kind of wanted the pleasure of watching him act like a helpless puppy dog in need of saving. Instead, he had to watch him use that badass quirk of his. He was still bitter that he'd never beaten him fairly.
Except where it comes to her…
The thought came unbidden into his mind and for a moment, he was surprised that he would even think that. He felt a little guilty, but at the same time he was proud that whatever he'd done was good enough for Aisla, despite Todoroki trying to insinuate that it wasn't. Whether or not he and Aisla were a perfect match, she chose him, and that was more than he could have ever hoped for.
An hour later, Katsuki was heaving for breath as he carried an 'unconscious' Ashido up twelve flights of stairs. She was his fifth rescue, and he was starting to feel exhaustion settling in as well as a fair amount of irritation.
For someone who was supposed to be unconscious, she had been prattling on about that boyfriend of hers for the last ten minutes, and Katsuki had half the mind to drop her on her ass and go rescue someone else. If he was lucky, he would run into one of his other classmates and could dump her on them, claiming there was a victim in more immediate peril than a supposedly unconscious girl.
"…and so, I was like, 'hey, Ro-Ro, we should date for real now because I actually like you and want to spend all my time with you!'" she was saying. "But he totally turned me down! What should I do?"
Katsuki scoffed. "How the hell should I know? And aren't you supposed to be unconscious or something?"
"I am!" she whined. "But you're just as aloof as Roan, so I need your advice on how to make him like me!"
He growled. "Maybe try not being so damn annoying!" he suggested unapologetically. "And I'm not aloof!"
"Could've fooled me…" she muttered. "Although, I guess I should be asking Aisla for advice since she's the one who actually bagged a shy little kitten like you!"
"I'M NOT SHY, DAMMIT!" he yelled. "I JUST DON'T CARE ABOUT STUPID SHIT LIKE DATING!"
Ashido hummed in response. "I see… So, does Aisla know you're not interested in her? Because I'm pretty sure I saw that one boy from class 2-B giving her googly eyes the other day."
He stopped walking. "Who the hell was it? Tell me his name!"
Ashido giggled. "You know, Bakugo, jealousy is one of the signs that you like someone as more than a friend~" she sang.
"SHUT UP, I'M NOT JEALOUS!" he snapped. "Besides, she already knows how I feel so butt out."
Ashido tsked. "Does she, though? Maybe you should make sure, just in case someone else swoops in and—"
"DO YOU WANNA ACTUALLY BE UNCONSCIOUS?!"
She shut up after that, and he was able to take her to the staged medical area and drop her off.
The rest of the exercise went by smoothly and they were able to rescue all of their victims in the timeframe provided. Katsuki stood there with an arrogant smirk on his face because of course he'd beaten Aizawa's stupid test.
Thirty percent completion rate my ass, he inwardly grumbled.
"Fail." Mr. Aizawa pushed a button which made the whole building they'd just evacuated crumble into a huge crater.
They all stared at it in horror as their teacher gave them a deadpan expression. "You forgot someone down there and now they've been crushed by rubble. You can all sleep fretfully tonight while you think about that poor, abandoned citizen."
Katsuki's gaze was fixed on the hole as he ran a mental list of their classmates through his head. He would bet on his own life that they'd rescued everyone! Who was left to "rescue?!"
"It is I!"
Principal Nezu was suddenly lifted into the air on a giant pillar that rose from the ground. He looked satisfied with himself as he clutched his chest with his paws. "Oh, it hurts! The pain!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Katsuki raged.
"Language," his teacher chided.
"I was but a poor, innocent victim of this unfortunate disaster," Principal Nezu declared dramatically. "If only someone would have used their quirk to check every inch of that area before dismissing it as clear, maybe I would have survived."
Katsuki seethed. A few of his classmates looked dumbfounded or downright traumatized by this sudden turn in events.
"But…we weren't informed that there would be an eleventh victim…" Iida spoke with an incredulous tone as if he couldn't wrap his mind around what just happened.
"You failed because you've grown complacent," Mr. Aizawa explained harshly. "It's just training, right? You assumed that your classmates were the only citizens in the rescue mission and relied on that assumption instead of doing your due diligence as heroes." His words were cutting and accusatory, making several of the students wilt with humiliation. "During an event like this, you don't always know how many victims there are," he continued. "It's up to the heroes to search even after they think they've rescued everyone. There could still be that one person that's unconscious or hidden somewhere you can't hear them."
Katsuki felt as if he'd just been slapped in the face. They'd failed? He'd failed? He had to admit that he'd felt confident in their success and hadn't been worried about anyone hiding out somewhere. It didn't even cross his mind to check. He'd only been worried about the ten classmates he was told would be playing victims today. He should have known Aizawa would pull a stunt like this.
They ran that same simulation for the rest of the day, only this time they were broken into smaller groups and the number of victims was kept a secret until they either passed or failed. Katsuki passed two out of the four simulations, including the first one. He felt shitty about those odds, though, and spent the whole walk back to the dorms feeling like a failure.
The worst part of all was how dirty and grimy he'd gotten rescuing everyone. His need for a shower could not be ignored, as much as he wished it could. He was feeling sorry for himself and really wanted to vent to Aisla about his terrible day.
Aisla…
He'd managed to forget that she'd been out sick that entire day. His shower suddenly seemed a lot less important than it had thirty seconds ago, however…he couldn't really go see a sick person covered in dirt and smelling like sweat. He would have to make it fast, then he would go check on her.
He hurried through a shower then changed into a clean black t-shirt and shorts before finally heading off to see his girlfriend.
Girlfriend… He allowed himself to think the word, to feel the weight of its meaning. Aisla was his girlfriend; he couldn't be in denial of that fact forever. It was getting easier to think the word, to let it form into a solid truth in his mind.
I won't deny you anymore, Aisla, he silently promised her. I'll be the man you deserve, and more.
A/N: Oh damn, it was one of those cliché dream sequences in which the protagonists don't actually do what it seems like they're doing?! Shoot, I could have sworn it was the real deal! Oops, so sorry to tease you all! Actually…I'm not XD. I hope you all enjoyed the sexy snippet I've supplied you with. Poor Katsuki…Who knows how many of those dreams he's had because of Aisla. And to find out she's in the bed with him had to be so humiliating! Oh, and something's up with Aisla now. Is it really sickness? Or was she, too, suffering from her own shame? Hmmmmm. Come back next week to find out!
Reviews:
MeMyselfAndI82907: Thank you! I love seeing the title in a story, too. I don't feel like I've seen that too often. Or maybe I haven't read the right ones. Either way, I try to do it every now and again! I'm happy to hear that you appreciated it!
blasttyrant: Aisla: Have this amazing ring that probably cost a fortune. Katsuki: …keychain for the keys you don't have? Hahahaha. Poor idiot. Well, she liked it, so that's all that mattered! And the jest that he had to get her a plastic one so she didn't "blow herself up" was pretty funny, if I do say so myself. Katsuki, you're a clever guy. Good job thinking about your girl like that. So thoughtful!
Beta: yellowchikadee