Ch. 14
"This is so stupid." They'd been cleaning for over two hours by this point and it still looked like the classroom wasn't half done.
"Leave then. I'd rather you leave me here alone with all the work than force me to deal with your shit mood the whole time, Bakugo."
Katsuki glares over at Ami where she sweeps the front of the classroom. "Don't tell me what to do, Shortstack." He snaps. "You could leave too."
One second she was brushing against him during that... weird shit in the gym, and then the next she was standoffish and snappy. They'd been going back and forth since they'd gotten left in here. He just really didn't fucking get her. All the mixed ass signals she'd been sending today were fucking with him. He still couldn't tell if she was flirting or if she was making fun of him and he hated it.
Maybe it was too much after all that had been said and done. Maybe she was secretly was fucking pissed at him for treating her like shit before and not talking to her for months and then suddenly coming out with feelings she had no clue existed. If she did know then he wasn't sure he could even blame her for being mad at him.
Didn't make his mood any less negative, though.
"And get in even more trouble? Yeah, no thanks." She mutters.
Katsuki scowls and continues mopping up after her. Instead of spending this Friday afternoon with friends at the dorms here they were cleaning up the dirt and shit they'd left behind. Normally he didn't mind cleaning, but being forced to as a punishment wasn't exactly something he was fond of. Especially not in a case like this.
"We wouldn't even be stuck with this shit if you hadn't distracted me in class." He replies.
Ami whips around and levels Katsuki with a glare almost on par with Mr. Aizawa's, "Distracted you? Excuse me? Are you out of your fucking mind? I knew you could be an asshole sometimes but I didn't think I'd have to add delusional to the list too!"
Katsuki throws down the mop in his hand and charges over to where she stands, jaw clenched. He'd had enough. Enough of her fucking attitude, enough of the bullshit. Feelings or not, she wasn't going to start shit with him.
When she sees him coming she backs up quickly, only succeeding in hitting the wall behind her and trapping herself. She clutches the broomstick to her chest, eyes filled with shock.
"Alright, what the fuck is your problem?" Katsuki growls, slamming his hand against the wall beside her head. "All day you've been acting all fucking confusing. One second we're cool and then the next second it's like I'm your damn enemy. Did Mina tell you shit? If she did and you're mad at me just say that."
Ami's eyes widen and she presses herself back against the wall even more. "What? Mina...? And I haven't been-"
"The fuck you haven't."
She sputters before her eyes harden. "...Well, maybe I'd be fine if you'd stop telling me how I fucking feel." She spits.
The black fog started off barely noticeable at first, but now it was visibly starting to creep up the walls around them. Was she planning on using her quirk again? Maybe a fight was what she wanted after all.
"So you do have a problem with me." Katsuki growls. "Why don't you just fucking-" The moment he opens his mouth to finish his challenge, everything around him changes. The walls of the classroom are gone in an instant, replaced by the familiar walls of his own dorm room bathed in a deep red light.
Ami looks up at him from where she lays beneath him on his bed, her inky black curls splayed out across his pillow. Her lips are parted, eyes heavy lidded and full of something he can't put a word to.
Katsuki's mouth goes dry and a shiver shoots up his spine when he notices her lack of clothes, and how his hands pin her wrists above her head to hold them in place. His eyes follow the curve of her breasts and continue down to the smooth skin of her stomach, then even lower to the dip of her hips. Then lower still...
"Katsuki."
He blinks back up to her face, watching as her lips part again to say his name. Intimately. She'd never called him by his first name before. Suddenly, something in his head clicks and puts a name to the look in her eyes.
Desire.
"Katsuki!"
As soon as he blinks again they're back in the classroom, the late afternoon sun pouring in through the windows. Katsuki stumbles back and looks down at his hands before looking back up at her, only to see a bright blush flooding her cheeks. "What the hell was that?" He chokes.
Ami looks distraught. "I didn't mean to- I just-... I-..." She sputters, trying to explain. "My quirk just-... It comes out when I can't focus and... and...-."
So that was why she kept giving him hell. She didn't have a problem with him. She had a fucking crush on him too.
A bad one, from the looks of it.
Katsuki opens his mouth to reply, but before any words can leave his mouth she drops the broom and swiftly walks towards the exit. "Wait! Hey!" Katsuki grabs her elbow and stops her in her tracks as she walks by him. "You can't just show me that then fucking leave."
Ami huffs and tries to pull away, refusing to meet his eyes. "Just pretend like that didn't happen. Fuck that was embarrassing." She swears under her breath.
"Not gonna happen."
She turns and looks at him, cheeks flaming, eyes full of tears and disbelief. "What? You want to make fun of me or something? Oh she's got a fucking crush on me, that's funny." Her tone turns mocking, embarrassment thickly lacing her words.
Groaning, Katsuki releases his grip to rake his hands through his hair in frustration. "Damn it, Shortstack. You're fucking blind too."
"What?"
Katsuki grits his teeth and picks her up by her hips, planting her on top of their teacher's desk before placing his hands on either side of her thighs. "I fucking like you too, ok?" He spits. "Do I have to spell it out?"
She doesn't speak for a beat, her eyes searching his face. "You-... You like me?" Heavy doubt leaks into her tone and her eyes narrow.
"Don't look so fucking suspicious. I'm not lying to you, damn it."
Ami blinks slowly before biting her lip and looking down, "No matter what I did or said you never acted any differently, so it's not like I could tell."
Oh great, now her feelings were even more hurt. Nice fucking going.
He sighs, "Well I guess I should fix that then, huh?" He murmurs. "Can I-... Would it be ok if I kissed-"
But before he can even move, Ami does first, grabbing his face between her hands and kissing him hard.
Katsuki's brain shuts down and switches to autopilot, his eyes drifting shut as he grabs her by the waist. He'd never kissed anyone before. Hell, he'd never even wanted to kiss someone before, but the heat rushing through him makes him curse himself for not doing it sooner.
Ami pulls back all too soon and her eyes hesitantly meet his, "Bakugo, I-"
"Katsuki." He corrects before pulling her back in again and mashing his lips to hers. He never expected this. How his stomach was in knots but still managed to feel so... light. How she leaned into him like she couldn't get close enough. His hands go down to grip her thighs under her skirt, marvelling at how soft her skin is beneath his palms.
When Ami moves away again her eyes are hazy. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asks after a second, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looks away, "I thought you'd be mad. I hurt your damn feelings and pushed you away and now I suddenly like you? I thought you wouldn't feel the same." He had no idea how shit like this worked, but he was pretty sure it wasn't exactly normal to go from fighting to... this, in the span of a couple minutes.
Ami fidgets with her fingers for a moment. "So... the uh, visual I accidentally showed you earlier..." She trails off, her cheeks regaining their redness from before.
Katsuki feels a mirroring blush growing on his face as he recalls, "Yeah?"
"That's something that's been on my mind for a while now," She admits softly. "So... you're wrong. But I'm sorry that I-"
"Don't be."
"But-"
Katsuki holds up a hand to stop her, "I can't have you apologizing for something that's crossed my mind before too." Crossed wasn't even the right word. That made it sound like he'd only considered it once when it had really been in his mind since the first time they trained together. When she'd stripped down to a sports bra and the shortest fucking shorts he'd ever seen and knocked him on his ass.
But he damn sure wasn't going to tell her that.
Ami's eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she reaches up and intertwines her fingers with his. "So... that's mutual too?" She asks, sounding surprised again.
"Tch. Of course, you idiot." He mumbles, embarrassed to finally admit it. "You give me a lot to think about."
"Like what?"
Katsuki barks out a short laugh, "Wouldn't you like to know."
She takes a deep breath and holds for a second before releasing it. "Then maybe...," She begins hesitantly. "-you could just show me?"
His mind goes blank.
Show her?... Like-...?
"But that's totally ok if you don't want to!" She backtracks, her voice panicky. "I didn't mean to assume that you- That we-... you know... could..." She starts to pull her hand from his but he grips it tighter. "...Katsuki?"
He looks towards the classroom windows behind her as he speaks. "Getting you up to my room might be hard if everyone's still in the common room." He says, keeping his voice low. "The last thing I need is those idiots in our business."
Ami exhales a shaky breath and nods a little, "That's true..."
He releases her hand and steps back, grabbing her by the waist instead to pull her down off of the desk. "Are you sure?" He asks. "That you want...?" That.
Her answering nod is enough to send goosebumps up his arms.
"Uh. Fuck. Well..." I sound like a fucking idiot. Just fucking say something. He clears his throat before trying again. "Look, I'll finish up here and you," He pulls his dorm room key from his pocket and hands it to her. "go up to my room. Wait for me there."
Ami gently takes the key from his hand before taking a steadying breath. "Don't keep me waiting too long." She says softly before heading out of the classroom.
Once her footsteps fade Katsuki presses his fingers to his lips.
What the FUCK just happened?
He'd been stubbornly fighting these feelings for months and now here he was telling her about them. And... making a plan to sneak up to his room to-...
Katsuki swallows hard. "Damn it." He didn't even know what the fuck to do. He'd never... slept with anyone before. Up until a few minutes ago he'd never even kissed anyone. So what if he messed up and did something wrong? From the looks of what had been going on in her head she wanted him in control, and while he had no problem with that in any other situation, this was... new territory. He didn't know what the fuck he would be like, but maybe it would... sync up or whatever?
Groaning and quickly picking up where they left off, he pushes down the full-on stiffness in his pants and finishes their previous task in minutes. He'd been wanting this for months, but now that the opportunity was in the palm of his hands?
He was terrified. Truly freaked-the-fuck-out.
"Suck it up," He mutters to himself, putting the cleaning supplies next to the door and grabbing his training bag. "Time to see what you're fucking made of."
Sneaking up to his own room was a pain in the ass. He knew if Kirishima or Kaminari saw him that they'd follow and he really didn't want to put up with that shit. His nerves were already bad enough as it was. Thankfully, though, the only ones who saw him come in were Todoroki and Tokoyami, and they couldn't give a fuck less about what he was doing.
Once Katsuki gets up to his dorm he hesitates outside of his door. Should he... knock? She probably locked the door just in case. He tries the doorknob and finds that it's not locked, however, so he pushes the door open before slipping in and shutting it behind him.
Ami lays in the middle of his bed barefoot, flipping through the pages of a book he'd picked up a while back. Her uniform jacket and shoes sit on and under his desk, the former folded neatly. When he closes the door she looks up and smiles shyly. "This is a good one." She says, waving it at him a bit.
He takes off his shoes by the door and crosses the room to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her. He's unsure of what to do so he reaches out and places a hand on her thigh. "You have any trouble getting up here?" He asks, drawing small circles on her skin.
She watches his fingers and takes a small breath, "No. Thankfully no one saw me." She sits up and puts the book in the shelf on his bedframe before nervously starting to play with her hair.
He looks down at where his hands trail across her skin. He was burning up, but he refused to acknowledge that he was nervous. Should I... start this? He was the one who had led things to this, afrer all. He'd handed her the damm key.
Ami's hands lightly grip his shoulders from behind before he can decide, making him tense up. Her fingers swiftly do away with his uniform jacket as she places light kisses to the side of his neck. She tugs off his tie, and then his undershirt is quick to follow.
Shivers shoot up his spine and he closes his eyes, letting his head fall to the side. His breath catches when the next kiss is pressed lower down on his neck, starting a trail that travels down his shoulder. He rolls his head more to the side when she comes back up to his neck, stopping to lightly bite down. A foreign sound rumbles in his throat in response, making him flush with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry for today," She says suddenly, her breath tickling the back of his neck and making the hairs stand up. "I was... nervous, and that's why I started in on you like that."
Katsuki grunts dismissively, eyes still shut. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll make up for it." he murmurs.
The tip of her nose brushes the skin of his shoulder when she presses another kiss to his skin, "I plan to."
Katsuki opens his eyes and turns to grab her, changing their positions so he can lay her on her back and climb over her. He watches her eyes widen when he sits back to grab her wrists and pin them above her head to the pillow. "Well doesn't this look familiar?" He says quietly, smirking when the blush he was hoping to see brightens her cheeks.
"All that's left is for you to show me what was on your mind." She wiggles a little, pressing herself lightly against the knee thet was between her thighs. "That, and get these clothes off of me."
His stomach flips. With a nod, he takes her wrists in one hand and starts to unbutton her shirt. Unlike the solid black sports bra she usually trained in underneath, the bra she wears now is dark red and lined with lace... and she's spilling out of it. Katsuki swallows hard as his eyes start to roam over her bare skin, commiting every detail to memory.
"Katsuki." His name again.
He looks up and meets her eyes, seeing in person that look of desire.. His stomach flips, "...Yeah?" It was so much more... intense,than he'd expected.
"All of them."
When he releases her wrists she doesn't move them, instead watching as he shifts back to pull her skirt down and toss it over towards his desk. He gently hooks his finger under the band of the matching panties that the action reveals and tugs on them, raising his eyebrow at her in question.
Ami looks off to the side, seemingly embarrassed. "I just like matching, ok? It's a girl thing."
"Ah-huh." Again, do something you fucking coward. Stop stalling.
Katsuki takes a small breath before leaning in to kiss her again. The second their lips meet, he feels her fingers travel down to unbutton the front of his uniform pants. Then the moment they're undone, her hand slips beneath the fabric to rub against him through his boxers.
"Fuck..." The word slips from him before he can stop it and he tucks his head down against the side of her neck. He'd been trying not to acknowledge it, but he was painfully hard. And fuck her hands felt good. The second her lips had touched his skin he'd reacted instantly, every single cell in his body simultaneously bursting into flames. "Ami..."
"That's the first time you've called me by my name," She says softly. Turning her head to the side she gently urges him to look at her. "I want to hear you say it again."
Katsuki's heart skips a beat. He kicks his pants off and grabs her by the back of her neck, pulling her up into another kiss. He pushes down the fear as his free hand travels down, slipping beneath her panties.
... Oh... Oh fuck.
"You're... really fucking wet."
She reaches up to pull him down, her fingers slipping into his hair, "Because I want you." Her voice is breathy, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Katsuki's fingers prod around gently for a moment before finding their target and slipping into her. His eyes snap to her face when she gasps, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part. He feels her tighten around his fingers and he thrusts them in, holding his breath when she reacts by pushing back roughly.
"Please." She's pleading now, voice barely more than a whimper.
Swallowing hard, he slips his fingers out so he can pull her panties down. He doesn't have to do much more than that since Ami quickly moves her knees up to help him pull them off from around her ankles. He spreads her thighs and his eyes drop lower, lingering on the long string of cum hanging between them. "Tell me what you want me to do." He manages to choke out, trying to sound more confident than he feels.
Ami's hands tug at his boxers, pulling them down as much as she can, "I want you in me."
Katsuki leans over her again, propping himself up on one arm before tugging his boxers down around his knees. He kicks them off, too. His fingers go down to search again for her entrance, and once he finds it he pulls his hand back to wrap it around his erection. Just fucking do it. His eyes snap to hers as he moves forward, rubbing himself in her wetness. He takes a deep breath, sliding just the tip in at first before slowly pushing in.
His knees almost fucking give out.
"Shit." He swears, hands going to grip the pillow. His dick throbs and he bucks his hips almost instinctually, eyes going wide when her head falls back and a moan so fucking lewd leaves her lips in response that it leaves him breathless. Damn it she felt good.
Ami's hands grip his shoulders and she tightens around him, forcing a ragged breath from between his lips. She squirms and blinks a few times, a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and rolling down into her hair. "Fuck me. Please." She whispers after a second, rocking her hips forward. "I'm okay."
Katsuki leans in close then pulls his hips back so he can thrust into her again, deeper this time. His head was a hazy mess, and her responding gasp clears it enough to send him into motion. He pulls her hands from his shoulders and pins them back above her head. With his right hand he unclips the front of her bra, letting it fall open to reveal tits so perfect they make his mouth water. "This," He grunts, voice rough. "This is exactly what I fucking think about."
She opens her mouth to respond but the second he starts thrusting into her, the words melt away. "AH-," she arches her back, her hips pushing back against his every move. "That feels-... so fucking good..." Her words are slurred, eyes heavy lidded.
He's in Heaven. His eyes go back and forth between her face and her breasts, having a hard time deciding what he wants to watch bounce. "Is this what you wanted?" He grunts, tightening his grip on her wrists. "Giving me shit for months just because you wanted me to fuck you?"
Ami nods, biting down on her bottom lip as she attempts to fuck him back, "Mhm..."
Katsuki feels his ego swell, drowning out the insecurities from before. His eyes lock with hers, "Man, you're such a fucking slut. You get aggressive when you want it bad, don't you?"
The second the insult leaves his mouth, she squeezes him hard. But she's nodding again, spreading her thighs apart further. "Just for you." She moans.
The response has him going now. "You've been wanting this for months, huh?" He teases, reducing his movements to slow, deep strokes. "Where'd you learn how to take dick so fucking well?"
Ami groans, the sound fading off into a needy whine. "I'm.. learning... as I go." She pants.
The realization suddenly slams into Katsuki like a truck.
This was her first time too.
He leans down and kisses her, pushing her lips apart to slip his tongue into her mouth. His tongue sloppily plays with hers, making his thrusts lose their pace. If I'm her first then there's no reason to worry. It didn't matter if he was winging it. As long as he made her feel good that's what fucking mattered, right?
Ami melts into the kiss, arching her back to get closer as his movements grow erratic. Her soft skin brushes his, making his hips buck again and forcing a moan from between her lips.
"I want to make you cum. Show me how." He growls, pulling away from the kiss to slam into her.
Her gasp cuts off roughly, the air forced from her body. "Down." She pleads. "Your tongue."
He obliges, pulling out and kissing a trail down her body from her neck to between her thighs. He feels her fingers twist in his hair, urging him on as she moves her hips to help position him. He lays on his stomach, taking a steadying breath before leaning forward and licking her from her entrance to her clit. In that one movement his lips are soaked instantly. She tastes fucking good too.
The whimper that leaves her mouth is loud, making him wish he'd have turned on some music or something. He really didn't want any nosy ass visitors now. He'd blast them through the fucking wall.
Katsuki sucks on the bundle of nerves before flicking his tongue against it, looking up to watch her lips part as she moans his name. And it sounds like fucking music. He'd never heard sounds like this before, and to be the one causing them?
It was addicting.
"Oh god, oh fuck," Her movements grow messy quickly, her grip on his hair tightening. "Don't stop."
He knew what that fucking meant. He shakes his head a little, moving his face in deeper so he can slip the tip of his tongue inside her again then lick up. He grips her thighs and pulls her down more, locking her in, and he hears her breathing turn ragged.
"I'm-... Fuck! Katsuki, I'm-!"
His grip only tightens when she cums, licking up every single drop she gives him. Katsuki feels her start to shake beneath him, hears the broken moans and whimpers spilling from her lips as she weakly tries to pull away. But he wanted it all.
"K-... Katsuki!" The way she gasps his name this time gets him diamond hard.
He looks up and their eyes lock as he sucks hard on her clit and holds it. She bucks beneath him and her head falls back into the pillow.
"I-I want you to fuck me again." She stutters out. "Please."
She didn't have to say that twice.
Katsuki pulls back and reaches up to grip her by the hair, tightening his fist against her scalp. He feels her strength leave her instantly and he pulls her towards him. "Get on your fucking knees," He growls. "Face in the pillow."
Ami starts nodding again and the second he releases her she turns over to wrap her arms around the pillow, gripping it to her face as she puts her ass in the air. Her thighs spread and she arches her back, wiggling in anticipation.
He grips her hips and positions himself before sliding in, hitting deep. A hiss slips from his lips, "You're fucking dripping."
She pushes back against him desperately, "Move!"
He pulls back and slams into her, melting with every grunt and cry that escapes her lips. He'd been holding off from letting himself cum, wanting to give her what she needed first, but he could feel it coming now. He could feel it building and he knew exactly how he wanted it.
Ami buries her face in the pillow, muffling herself, but that's short lived.
"Fuck," Katsuki reaches down and grabs a fist full of her hair. "Ami, I'm about to cum." When she moves back against him harder he surprises her by pulling out, pulling her hair to turn her head to the side, and shooting it across her face.
That was another thing he'd been thinking about and finally doing it was beyond satisfying.
Ami blinks in shock, looking up at him with flushed, cum-splattered cheeks. Her eyes are a beautiful, lust-clouded purple, little gold flecks shining in them like stars.
"Sorry," He whispers, tilting her chin up gently and giving her a little lopsided grin. "I couldn't help it." He moves over next to her, reaching over to his nightstand to pull the drawer open to get her some wipes to clean her face. "I keep these in here to take off the black liner I wear under my mask." He explains, opening the pack and taking one out to gently clean her face. "I completely ruined your makeup." He wipes the smeared eyeliner away as he speaks. "Sorry about that."
She hums in disagreement instead of shaking her head, "Never apologize for that."
"So you're giving me permission to ruin it again is what I'm hearing?"
Ami rolls her eyes as he wipes her forehead, "Well if... you know... we make this a thing, then I fully give you permission to-"
All of a sudden a knock at the door cuts her off, sending a look of panic across her face and shattering the calm.
Katsuki tenses up and his head whips around.
He hadn't locked the door.
"Yo, Kacchan! You got back and didn't tell us?" It's Kaminari. "That's lame!"
Scrambling up from the bed, he strides over and locks the door right as the knob jiggles. He lets out a breath of relief and turns to look back at Ami where she's pulled his covers up over herself. Her hair is a wild mane of curls around her head, fuzzy and glowy around the edges where the bedside lamp shines through it.
"Fuck you're beautiful." He blurts out before pressing his lips together and looking away. He hadn't meant to say that outloud, and from Ami's stunned look she absolutely heard it.
"What did you say?" Kaminari asks, "Didn't catch that."
Katsuki grits his teeth and turns back around, "I SAID FUCK OFF."
Ami's soft giggle from behind him makes him shake his head. She would think this is funny. Kaminari almost walked in on them and she was laughing.
"Aw, come on Bakugo." Kirishima chimes in. "We were supposed to hang out."
Make that Kaminari and Kirishima.
"Leave me alone. I'm tired and I'm not in the mood for that stupid shit." He'd completely forgotten about those plans.
"You owe us." Kaminari sighs, hitting the door with a dull thud. "You gotta swear we will tomorrow."
"Whatever. Fine." Katsuki rolls his eyes and walks back over to the bed once he hears their footsteps fade, knocking Ami on her back and crawling on top of her to lay his head on her chest and hug her around the waist. "I've got something much fucking better to do." He mumbles.
Ami's fingers gently run through his hair. "So... I should just spend the night and leave in the morning from the sound of it." She's not asking, so he just nods.
"I think..." He begins. "Sleeping next to you tonight might be nice."
Ami presses a soft kiss to the top of his head, "I think so too."