'Baku-chan…'
'Tsuyu…'
Katsuki took in a deep breath and leaned closer into the intoxicating and by now familiar delicious scent that always seemed to spark a small riot inside him whenever he caught wind of it.
Gotta ask Tsu what the fuck is that shit, his still filled with sleep mind supplied, but the thought was lost before it could be saved anywhere.
By now the ash-blond grew somewhat accustomed to waking up with his nose full of Asui Tsuyu's signature scent. They had been sharing a bed for a couple of weeks now, and even if Katsuki had a perfectly fine and unused office and another room for workout stuff and crap his old hag deemed unworthy of staying over at his childhood home, the ash-blond couldn't find the motivation to go and clean any of those rooms out and get a proper second bed.
Even if he would rather get his teeth smashed in than admit it out loud, it was nice to wake up to the feeling of another person's body against his own. It felt nice to wake up and touch the other side of his bed and still feel the remains of someone else's body warmth. He wasn't used to such things. His one-night stands never lasted until the morning or casually, even more truthfully, sleeping side by side not knowing if the other person wouldn't expose him or damage his career somehow for a quick buck or fame.
Still groggy from sleep, Katsuki buried himself further into the wonderful smell and warmth slowly awaking other parts of his body.
It was a damn long time since he got as drunk and careless as he did at Izuku's place. It felt good to let loose like that every once in a while. Despite how much pressure Tsuyu could lift off his shoulders simply by being there, doing something like they did yesterday just hit differently leaving him completely exposed to his everyday worries and stress.
He felt so fucking good, he didn't even want to wake up properly. Even with Tsuyu in his bed almost every night for the last couple of weeks, today he felt somewhat ten times better.
'Kero,' he heard Tsuyu let out softly and without opening his eyes he smirked in his half-asleep state.
Croaking even in your sleep, Froggy? Cute, he really thought she was.
He felt her wiggle or stretch a bit, and all of a sudden Katsuki didn't just feel good and nice. A spark of arousal shot through him, and the Number One Hero nuzzled his nose against something soft and warm thinking, Little Minx.
It felt too fucking good.
Slowly his body started to awake and so did his senses.
Tsuyu let out another soft sound and moved again and the ash-blond leaned forward as if he was chasing after her hoping she wouldn't slip away.
Somewhere around that time, his brain connected to his cock, and he felt him slide between something warm and soft yet firm enough to cause friction.
The arousal spiked again and without thinking about it his hips jerked chasing after the spark for another one.
The motion worked and Katsuki groaned at the same time he heard Tsuyu croak again all too sleepily and softly.
His mouth watered and before he could think about what he was doing he parted his lips and lightly nibbled his teeth at the softness he had been nuzzling a moment ago with his face.
'Katsu-kero,' the sound that came out of Tsuyu went straight into his hard cock which jerked some more against the warmth around him.
Fuck, he was almost painfully hard now.
Like a wakeup call, Katsuki frowned in his groggy state, and with all the willpower he could muster hornier and more frustrated than he ever felt, he forced his eyes to squint open a bit. The room wasn't as dark as it could be since they must have forgotten to close the curtains, so Katsuki could see everything.
Tsuyu shifted again, and the ash-blond froze feeling another spark of arousal shot through him.
Fuck me, he thought widening his eyes.
Usually, when Katsuki woke up, he could find the sea-green-haired heroine on his shoulder, under his chin. Not entirely covering his chest, but still present. If not on him, he always found her clinging to his arm seeking his body heat.
He liked her there. The pressure was familiar, and he found her clinginess something he loved to tease her about during the day.
However, today she was neither on his shoulder nor clinging to his arm.
Instead, the young woman was on her side with her back against his chest, and Katsuki was properly spooning her.
He was shocked.
How the fuck did this happened?
No way did he fucking tug her against himself like that, right? RIGHT?!
Tsuyu chose that moment during Katsuki's meltdown, to wiggle a bit again, and the ash-blond swallowed a gasp as he felt another spark of arousal.
Katsuki's eyes shot to her back and tried to make sense of the situation. He was hard as a rock and Tsuyu's body was tightly pressed against him.
Swallowing again and mentally cursing himself, he shifted the palm that was conveniently holding the sleeping woman only to freeze again.
Where the fuck is my hand?!
Closing his eyes shut wondering how the fuck could he be so turned on when he was this angry.
His fucking hand, the one that wasn't above Tsuyu's head against the pillow, was thrown over her body further adding to the fact that Bakugou Katsuki was spooning the woman, but more than that, for some reason not even the ash-blond could explain, his palm was situated under her pajama's top firmly placed against the hot skin under her breast.
When he tried to grab her a bit a moment ago, his fingers were obviously dug into the soft dough that was one of her breasts.
Fuck my whole life! What sort of bullshit is this?
He remained still for a moment gathering more courage and wondering why the fuck was life so unfair. Something, he didn't really fucking think he would ever need to do but enter fucking Asui Tsuyu into the picture.
Once he felt confident that Tsuyu was still asleep and that he seriously needed to know where the fuck was his dick, he moved his palm away from her breast toward her perfectly exposed waist and griped her a bit.
The woman didn't flinch or let out any sigh sounds and so with a violently beating heart, Katsuki rolled his hips against her again.
Now, she arched her back and when he felt her heavenly bottom against his lower stomach, he knew exactly where his dick was.
How the fuck-?!
Sleeping Tsuyu shifted against him again, and Katsuki almost painfully shut his eye close again as it took everything inside him not to roll his hips into her again.
He wasn't going to fucking guess how the fuck did his stupid cock ended up outside his pajama bottoms, but he was agonizingly horny aware it must have slipped across Tsuyu's ass between her thighs where it tented.
The Number One Hero thanked his lucky stars that Tsuyu's bottoms were still in place even if the pajama material did little to hide how soft and warm and goddamn nice it was between her thighs.
One of these days, you're going to kill me, Tsuyu, and I'll fucking beg you for more, he thought mostly frustrated than genuinely shocked or angry with his thoughts because honestly, it seemed nothing about the little minx could surprise him anymore. Nothing!
Still, aroused or not, he couldn't fucking stay between her thighs since every little croak and shift of the sleeping beauty's body caused the ash-blond to lose his fucking mind.
He gripped her waist tighter mentally debating if he shouldn't just wake her up and ram her into the fucking sheets to get this fucking attraction or whatever out of his system where it couldn't fucking make him feel so out of control.
And yet, something told Katsuki that even if he fucked her day and night all week until the next one, he wouldn't be able to get Asui Tsuyu out of his fucking system.
His eyes opened, and he took a good look at her silky hair scattered all over his pillow and bed and himself exposing the back of her neck and shoulder where he must have used his teeth on her.
The spot hypnotized him like he was some sort of bullshit vampire craving to feed on the pretty woman's vein or some shit.
He knew he should let her go and leave. His cock was becoming almost too hard to hold back. He had every intention of fucking letting her go and leave preferably to the bathroom where he could masturbate until the fucker fell off.
Still, he watched the back of her neck.
Just once, he told himself reminded of how fucking sweet she tasted yesterday when he all but ravished her in Deku's kitchen pretty sure he was moments from pulling off her shirt and sucking on her breast if Izuku didn't walk in. So much for faking it. They should be more worried about taking it too far.
Remembering vividly yesterday's events was all the more intensified with having his rock-hard cock between her thighs and her ass against his stomach.
Just fucking once! He warned himself mentally before he parted his lips and sank his teeth against her delicate flesh like a fucking starving animal. He didn't do it too hard in fear of waking her, but just with the right amount of pressure to get what he wanted moving his mouth over it to soften the bite.
He carefully listened in case Tsuyu was waking up, but apart from another soft croak and wiggle that went straight to his cock she seemed as out of it as before.
Closing his eyes again, he couldn't help but let out a little moan and grip her waists as tight as he would if he had her under him before he dared himself to roll his hips against her teasing himself more than anything with his cock still between her thighs like that.
You're a pathetic pervert, he openly thought to himself and before he could fucking do something worse, he quickly discarded himself from her completely.
He almost whined as he took a hold of his throbbing dick and shoved it back into his pants before rushing toward the door.
Once he was there, he did stop wondering if he should turn around and check if she was still asleep now that he would be able to see her face, but the possibility that she might not have been freaked him out too much damn much to do so in that moment.
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
After possibly the longest shower of his life, if only because he had to cum several times for his cock to finally go down and shame over his actions forbid him from coming out sooner, the ash-blond finally emerged from the bathroom.
Katsuki wasn't surprised when a quick peek into the bedroom told him the bed was empty. He purposely didn't want to be around the moment Tsuyu woke up too paranoid about what seeing her might do to him.
Given their routine, he knew he would find her in the kitchen preparing their breakfast.
Since he knew he couldn't fucking avoid it any longer, Katsuki made his way into the room telling himself like hell he would be afraid to face one petite Asui Tsuyu after anything as laughable as a little humping.
He had every intention of making his presence known. He already did some questionable shit, so why add stalking or voyeurism to it too? Yet, the moment, he actually stopped in the doorway, he couldn't find a single thing to say.
Tsuyu had her back to him just as she did that second night when he decided he wanted her to stay. She was preparing their breakfast working with the ingredients they bought together a day ago moving around the counter and through the shelves like she was home.
Just as back then now the image softened something inside the ash-blond as seeing her so content in his home, space, made him feel good about himself and everything else that worried him.
Like a balsam to the fucking soul, you precious Froggy, he thought and leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. Seeing her like this…being in her presence did shit to him that he didn't think anything would. He liked it.
He liked…her.
By the time, he got out of the bathroom, Tsuyu changed her clothes and was now wearing a loose shirt and shorts.
He guessed she was in need of plates because she leaned over the counter to reach them with her pathetic small height which was when Katsuki's red eyes dropped toward her ass and widened.
'T-the fuck is that?!' he asked startling the woman, but before her heels could even touch the ground, he was already behind her putting a hand on her back to stop her from turning around.
His other hand immediately regardless of how inappropriate it was went to the back of her thighs, and examined the almost violent red markings on her otherwise perfect fair skin, 'What the hell happened?'
'Huh?' asked Tsuyu squeaking a bit as Katsuki's fingers stroked the spots all over moving between her thighs at one point before, he realized what he was doing.
'Did you know about this? Did you get hurt?' he asked wracking his brain about how he could missed those marks yesterday when she was wearing shorts too. His palm pressed against one of the marks, and Katsuki made a startling discovery that it fit perfectly, 'Fuck! I did that?!'
When she didn't say anything, he spun her around and put his palms firmly on her waists to stop her from leaving all the while intensely looking into her eye, 'Tsuyu, did I hurt you yesterday?'
'No,' she said and seemed almost annoyed that he asked if it was even possible for the woman to see anything with her expressionless face, 'I didn't even feel anything. I even forgot a bit about them. Otherwise, I would have put something longer on, kero,' she admitted, and her cheeks got a bit red further proving that she was telling the truth.
Katsuki still wasn't convinced, 'I didn't…I didn't fucking mean to do that. I've never left a mark like that before. Fuck-'
'It's okay,' she assured him looking all sweet and kind which only made him feel worse. How the fuck could he have slipped up like that? No matter how rough he got during his one-night stands since most of them egged him on for more, he never left marks like this. Caused by his fucking quirk like some middle schooler who couldn't control himself. Just how fucking out of it was he yesterday?!
'Katsuki, look at me,' asked Tsuyu and put her hands on his cheeks, 'It didn't hurt. I didn't even notice until I went to change into my pajamas. It was probably because you were a bit drunk. I promise it's fine. Do you believe me?'
He didn't want to, but it was hard to be a pissed-off at himself asshole when Tsuyu was holding his face like that and looking so lovely.
'Damn you,' he cursed her, but it lacked most of the anger he felt with himself, he then let her go and put her palms away. As nice as they felt, he didn't really deserve them, 'How come it's so red? Didn't you put healing cream on it?'
She blinked and started to turn around to get back to her work on the breakfast, 'I couldn't find it yesterday, and anyway, I wouldn't be able to reach it, kero.'
He would have believed her more, if she wasn't actively avoiding his gaze, and her face wasn't red like pepper that was for sure.
'Wait here,' he said and distanced himself in order to snatch the healing cream from its typical place in the bathroom.
'Couldn't find it my ass,' he mumbled to himself as he got back before he ordered her, 'Turn around.'
The sea-green-haired woman's eyes widened when she saw him holding the cream, but luckily for her, she did as she was told.
He came back to her and without a single warning pushed at her back until she was laying with her stomach on the counter.
'B-baku-chan?!'
The ash-blond couldn't help but smirk at the almost scandalized tone, she used, 'Relax, Tsu-chan.'
The position allowed him a great view of her thighs and ass, and without giving himself time for second thoughts, Katsuki started to apply the cream all over the marks of his hands on Tsuyu's skin.
His fingers were thorough as they massaged the cream into her flesh at times leaving short-lived red spots from how rough they were being.
Neither of them said anything as Katsuki worked, but when he moved his thumbs between her thighs, the soft and warm spot, his cock occupied less than an hour ago, Tsuyu let out a startled moany croak and flinched.
Should have done this on the bed, Katsuki thought squeezing her skin a bit firmer although it was completely unnecessary, 'You good?'
'Y-yeah,' she whispered, and when he managed to tear his eyes off her ass and legs, he found her digging her fingers into the counter and pushing her face against the surface.
'You sure?' he asked out of pure mischief and purposely guided his fingers just a little bit higher under her shorts and between her thighs just to tease her more.
'Yup-kero!' she croaked and covered her mouth probably hoping to hide those little sounds of hers that went straight into his tight underwear.
It took everything inside Katsuki not to toss the cream out, pull down her shorts, and-
The sound of Katsuki's doorbell was loud enough to shatter glass at that moment, and the two immediately jumped away from each other and the counter, the healing cream falling into the ground in the process.
They shared a widened-eyed look both probably reflecting on what was happening a moment ago and Katsuki wondering if he should have apologized before he heard his doorbell rang again.
'Fuck, who the hell is that?' he asked genuinely confused about who could have been at his door. It wasn't especially early, but it wasn't like he had tonnes of visitors. And almost never unannounced.
He turned toward the direction of the bell at the same time Tsuyu turned around and went back to finishing breakfast.
Fucking A! It better not fucking get awkward now!
He snatched a shirt along the way and finally got to the door only to curse even louder than before and press the sound on his doorbell camera, 'What the hell is this?'
His old hag's vein came into view and without a second to spare she tossed at him, 'Is this any way to greet your parent?'
'Why are you here? I told you a million times to call or text before coming over,' he reminded her grumpily wondering why the FUCK was the universe against him? It better not be some karma for grinding against Tsuyu earlier.
'I did text, you ungrateful brat, and watch it,' warned the woman, and Katsuki turned around unsure where his phone was anyway.
'Will you open the door already? I have Tsu-chan's dress, and I need to make sure it fits well, or it needs some last-minute alterations,' she said with an obvious inside joke Katsuki didn't get.
He blinked and noticed she was carrying something that could be a protective cover with a dress inside in her hands. It was true the Hero Association Gala was approaching fast, but even so, Katsuki was impressed his old hag worked so quickly. Probably only because it was for Tsuyu, who as far as his old hag knew was his girlfriend.
'Fine,' he groaned knowing there was no other way around, and unlocked the door for his mother to enter.
'Thank you,' she called and was out of view no doubt on her way, Katsuki rushed toward the kitchen, 'My old hag is here with your gala dress.
His eyes averted from her face, and he brushed the back of his neck, 'Maybe don't let her see your legs if you can't.'
He frowned dreading the future where Bakugou Mitsuki would have even more ammo to tease him with, 'She'll never let me live it down if she sees those marks.'
When he looked back at the woman, Tsuyu's cheeks were pink again, but she simply nodded just as they heard his mother come in through the door, he left open for her.
'Good morning, Mitsuki-san, would you like to have breakfast with us?' asked Tsuyu immediately helping her with the dress while the older woman put down her jacket and put on a pair of home shoes, 'I would love to.'
Katsuki rolled his eyes at how nice she was to Tsuyu, but he managed to restrain himself from making a snarky remark and instead went to set the plates, 'You can go to the bedroom to check the dress.'
'Good, you shouldn't see it until the gala,' called his old hag to which he tossed her a careless wave.
'Ah, but it's not a wedding dress, kero,' he heard Tsuyu comment and frowned wondering if the sea-green-haired woman thought about shit like weddings and such.
Most of the women did, didn't they? She was probably just waiting for the right person and focusing on her career for now. An idea popped into his mind about how one-day Tsuyu might have a real wedding dress on to marry some fucker who definitely wouldn't deserve her like all her loser boyfriends. He couldn't help but almost crush a cup at the absolute demonic rage that ran through his body.
The thoughts left him too open, so he rather busied himself with breakfast until he heard his old hag and Tsuyu approaching presumably finished with their girly dress stuff, 'Done?'
'Yes, it's beautiful,' assured him Tsuyu, and no matter how upset he got a moment ago, he couldn't help but feel light as a feather and more or less stress-free, the moment he saw the happy smile spread across the woman's face, 'Your mother is so talented.'
'She has to be good at something,' replied Katsuki earning a smack from the old hag across the head as they entered the kitchen, 'Watch it, brat! And don't think for a second, I approve of you munching on poor Tsu-chan like a vampire. She might be too nice to smack you, but I certainly am not.'
He and Tsuyu glanced at each other, and the sea-green-haired woman looked properly red and no doubt as embarrassed as he felt that his mother brought stuff like that up, 'You're lucky she can cover her neck with her hair.'
Katsuki started to panic as Tsuyu's embarrassment must have shifted to confusion and her hand reached to touch her neck probably puzzled about what his old hag was on about.
She opened her mouth maybe to ask while the other woman turned to pour herself some coffee, but Katsuki quickly shook his head to signal for Tsuyu to be quiet.
She put her hand down and put on a smile obviously willing to follow through his request, 'Let's eat, shall we?'
The breakfast went over better than Katsuki would have expected. Although the woman who gave birth to him could be a pain in the ass, Tsuyu true to her nature moderated that whole ordeal making it bearable.
He would still prefer if his old hag didn't barge in when he was in the process of giving Tsuyu's thighs a sensual massage, of course.
And he definitely would have preferred if she left sooner than the two hours, she stayed around chatting with Tsuyu about everything imaginable while he cleaned up the kitchen.
Once she finally left Tsuyu and him fell into a familiar routine, the sexual tension from before fading a bit the closer they got to their night shifts.
Thank the fuck.
Because the ash-blond couldn't imagine surviving any more of it for one day.
They could share a car tonight, so they did, occasionally talking without making it seem too forced or awkward.
It always shocked Katsuki, how easy it was to deal with Tsuyu even after something as embarrassing as what happened that day.
'Thank you for the ride. Stay safe, Katsu-chan.'
'You too,' he mumbled and for a moment thought about kissing her, but instead settled for taking a hold of her wrist before she was properly out of the car, 'If you fucking need assistance call me.'
Her dark eyes widened a little bit, and he could tell she was surprised by his offer, 'You're not exactly close by, kero.'
'I know,' he said. It was true. He hardly ever patrolled close to the docks, so there was a good chance he wouldn't even get there in time if she really needed him to, but he still couldn't help but say, 'Still do it, Tsuyu. Promise?'
She watched him for a moment before she squeezed his fingers and nodded sending a warm and nice feeling across his body, 'Alright, you too, Baku-chan.'
The final days toward the Hero Association Gala were oddly uneventful and yet filled with things that he wanted to remember forever. Katsuki went to patrol, kicked ass, did some interviews, and came home to Tsuyu or waited home for her. There wasn't anything major happening as it was several days before.
Unlike the night after he got drunk, his tightly tied pajama pants forbid his dick from sneaking out although he did wake up every morning with a hard-on occasionally pressing into Tsuyu who started to curl her back into him at night.
Fucking minx, he thought almost fondly when he first caught her doing so still awake after she fell asleep.
Still, without much of a fight, Katsuki took on the role of her personal big spoon while still trying to keep most of his body parts to himself. Most of the time.
The truth was that ever since that first night he woke up with her like this, the ash-blond found himself constantly experiencing withdrawal whenever he went too long without touching her one way or another.
It was fucking pathetic, and he would be the first to call himself a fucking pussy for it, but he found himself powerless all the same.
Laughable. Bakugou Katsuki, pro-hero Dynamight, The Number One hero powerless.
Every time, she was near whether it was to give her something she needed like a spoon or bowl or snatch an imaginary speck of dust out of her hair or clothes, the Number One Hero found his fingers running through her skin, hair, or clothes. It was ridiculous. Perverted! Even if he wasn't necessarily doing it for any sexual reasons, he still wondered if he wasn't a sick fuck for doing it all when Tsuyu had no idea.
That little naïve Froggy, didn't even bat an eye when he brushed her hair behind her ear telling her to tie it up so she could see better when she did her reports, or when he put his hand on her back to reach for something on a shelf too high for her. No, she fucking let him do whatever he wanted with her which oddly made it better and worse at the same time.
Since he was fucking unlucky, Cheeks who came to see his apartment and hang out with Tsuyu while he worked seemed to notice it too, 'You sure are touchy, Bakugou. Who would have thought?'
'Die,' he said venomously at shameless teasing the moment he came into the living room and found them on the couch, he couldn't help but put his palm on Tsuyu's head and kiss the other side of it. It was probably good for their cover, but by now Katsuki knew such affections had nothing to do with keeping up an appearance.
Pretending or not some part of him meant it.
Tsuyu almost immediately got up though and hugged him. Objectively, she might have been just playing her part, or a little bit tipsy if the half drank bottle on the table was anything to go by. But when she pulled herself closer to his neck and buried her face there with a soft, Glad you're home, kero, he liked to pretend there was more to it for her too.
By the end of last week, they managed to vacant Tsuyu's old apartment out completely, and it seemed only natural that he put his arms around her for a bit as she got all teary-eyed about it. Like the wimp that he became for her, Katsuki bought her snacks, cooked for her that night, and let her run her bath for as long as she needed before watching her bullshit TV shows that he became stupidly invested in.
'Jesus-fuck! How blind is that moron?!' he shouted at the TV, 'Everyone can tell he's into her. Fucking idiot,' he carried on his rant while Tsuyu giggled by his side on the couch only adding into his new touch-starved self by letting him play with the ends of her hair.
By the time, the gala approached, it seemed bizarrely ordinary to have Tsuyu in his home, bed, and life, and something about it made the ash-blond nervous. So far everything was going rather well. Even the bitch who leaked Tsuyu's address hadn't shown up or done anything else, so things were quiet. The daily dose of villains and criminals wasn't so bad, so Katsuki couldn't help but fear of what would happen to break the strangely good season of peace and content.
Fixing up his tux, the ash-blond frowned feeling like tonight, maybe because it was the night of the gala and something so important, something really bad would have happened to fuck it all up. Things couldn't just stay perfect forever. If something was too good to be true it probably was. It also didn't help, but he would once again have to play the part of a loving boyfriend, a Number One Hero role model, and someone who had more tact than he really had.
'Alright, how do I look, kero?'
Katsuki turned around and forgot all his irritation and with everything else in the world. The moment he saw Asui Tsuyu walk from their bedroom wearing that black satin dress his mind went blank in favor of having enough room to take in everything about the woman.
The dress was beautiful and fit her to the point that Katsuki could see every single curve of her body so well, that his pants tightened. Why was it that this woman seemed to wear that cute shit that made her look like a fucking doll and then mouth-watering sexy things like this that made the ash-blond think of things he definitely shouldn't be thinking?
The dress was long with a side slit that went all the way to her thigh revealing her leg and fair skin. Her chest was properly covered, and he was beyond fucking grateful for that because he had no idea how he would survive any more of her being so hot.
She had her hair up in an elegant hairstyle and put on very fancy makeup that she obviously took her time to manage to perfection.
Overall, she looked fucking stunning, and Katsuki couldn't remember the last time he ever felt this speechless with his heart racing a hundred miles a minute just by looking at her.
'Fuck…you're beautiful,' he finally said as he blinked and subconsciously took a step closer, 'Like…really.' He was certain if he ever used the word beautiful if it wasn't connected to Asui Tsuyu.
Her smile dropped for a second, and even if her face was unreadable, he could have sworn she was surprised by his words. It lasted a second before the corners of her lips pulled into another sweet smile and her cheeks got a bit red, 'Thank you, Katsuki. You look wonderful as well.'
She came closer to him, and he smirked at the silver shoes that made her taller yet still shorter than him, 'Couldn't find higher heels?'
'I wouldn't be able to walk in them if they were any higher, kero,' she said and turned to her mirror to snatch her purse turning a bit toward him and making him groan almost painfully when he saw her bare back made him want to run his knuckle over her skin until she got goosebumps.
'What?' she asked concerned and turning back to him while he closed his eyes and brushed his forehead with his fingertips, 'Don't make me say it, Froggy.'
Tsuyu waited patiently, and he had no other choice than to sigh and look at her again defeated by her sight, 'You're fucking hot, Tsuyu. Everyone's going to be jealous of me.'
She chuckled a bit before she raised her eyebrows at him, 'Isn't that what you're usually aiming for? To be better than anyone else in everything?'
'Obviously,' he said and reached out as he found himself picking up a coat for her and helping her put it on.
'The makeup isn't too much, is it? I know you don't care much for it, but tonight seems like a special event so I figured I should make it a bit more noticeable than usual,' she explained, and he sensed she was genuinely hesitant about it.
'Don't worry about it. It suits you. I can tell you did a lot of work to make it this pretty,' he assured her easily putting the coat over her gorgeous body which did nothing to make her look less like a bombshell. Fuck!
'Yeah,' Tsuyu fixed the hair on her side a bit, 'but some guys don't like-'
'Do I fucking look like any of your pathetic exes who gave you shit for trying your best?' he asked with cold anger as Tsuyu fixed her coat and smiled, 'Pathetic?'
'They let someone like you go,' he found himself saying honestly because fuck those losers should have been weeping their eyes out, they let someone as awesome and stunning as Asui Tsuyu getaway.
The sea-green-haired woman watched him for a moment still smiling, 'Alright, also thank you for the dress.'
He blinked and glanced at her again doing his best to remain on her face as he reminded himself, he wasn't some sleazy pervert even if the black fabric hugging her so nicely made it hard, 'Why are you thanking me? My old hag did all the work.'
He quickly stepped out of his place so he would have somewhere else to look other than her because he already felt like he was staring, and it wasn't fucking good for him.
Tsuyu followed him, 'True, but she said she did it because you asked and paid for it.'
Busted, he thought cursing at his old hag mentally. So much for keeping a fucking secret for her only child.
The ash-blond glanced at her not surprised she was still smiling at him kindly, 'You deserve it. For all the bullshit they made you wear up until now,' he said recalling their magazine shoot and what she said about how she had her clothes mostly picked up by others. 'So just fucking enjoy it for once.'
He offered her his hand, and she seemed just as eager to take it as he felt.
He thought that was the end of it, but before they even made a single step out of the building, she stepped on her heels and kissed his cheek, 'Thank you, Katsuki.'
Holding her firmer and taking a deep breath was the only thing that saved her from not getting her makeup messed up by him snatching her face and kissing her properly.
'Whatever,' he said knowing he was probably blushing like a middle schooler.
Fuck my life.
The Hero Association Gala took place in the Hero Association building just as did every year for as long as Katsuki was forced to attend. For the past few years, he was never really all that interesting for the guests and media. Sure, he was in the top ten and surely making his way to the top, but back then no matter what he did, he was always in Deku's, who was All-Might's prodigy, a shadow so to speak. Back then it bothered him in the name of wanting to be the best, but tonight, he couldn't help but wish there was someone else who could have taken the spotlight if only so he would have a moment to breathe.
'Bakugou-san, please look over here for a moment?'
'Bakugou!'
'Bakugou-san, do you have any future plans for-?'
'Bakugou!'
Getting through the mob outside was torturous enough, but surviving the pleasant conversations, chit-chat, and whatnot that went on once they got inside to building was even worse.
Objectively, the event was going smoother than Katsuki would have hoped, but it still did little to settle his nerves. He decided not to drink which might have been adding to his anxiety. But with every compliment he and Tsuyu received on what a beautiful couple they were, every paparazzi who asked for a picture of them, every time he heard someone whisper one of their names or notice someone stare at them, he couldn't help, but hear a ticking clock somewhere signaling it was all about to end. He was no stranger to fame and the lack of peace that came with it, but this seemed to be on a new level since today was the first official event he and Tsuyu attended together.
His silver lining was that every time he felt like he might fucking lose it and tell someone to fuck off, Tsuyu easily took over politely thanking them for their input or time humoring every single one of these weasels and whatever the fuck they had to say. All the while Katsuki could shamelessly keep his arm around the hot woman keeping her close. He had a real problem with going long periods of time without touching her somehow.
He even rudely told off the B-lister from her agency who asked if Katsuki would mind if he stole her for a few moments, 'Yes, I would fucking mind. Back off from my girlfriend.'
Girlfriend. He could still recall how that word left a funny taste inside his mouth when he just thought about it, and here he was practically tossing it around every chance he got because fuck it, it was who Tsuyu was. And these extra had no fucking reason to think otherwise.
He half expected the heroine to lecture him, but to his surprise, she put her palm against his chest and smiled at him before she turned to the B-lister, 'I'm sure we can deal with that on Monday during work.'
Yeah, now fuck off! Thought Katsuki making sure his face said the same before he watched the asshole leave.
The ash-blond couldn't help but wonder what would it take to get Tsuyu to join his agency recalling how they joked with the idea before.
A satisfied smirk graced his face for what felt like the first time in the whole evening. Moments like this improved his mood a lot, but it was still a lot especially when someone from the Hero Association came toward them with their condescending bullshit.
'Bakugou-san,' said one of those fuckers who would like to see him fail and be replaced, 'We're very happy to see you have been enjoying nothing but good press lately. It helps to keep the professional hero image clean when the Number One Hero acts the part.'
The ash-blond gripped Tsuyu's side a bit tighter than he wanted to when he heard those words, but if he hurt her or surprised her, she didn't let it show and merely listened to the other man for now.
'Asui-san,' he spoke and turned to Tsuyu now causing Katsuki to grit his teeth, feeling he was closer to losing control than before, 'I would once again like to express my condolences over what happened with your personal information. Unfortunately, things like that tend to happen to public figures.'
'Thank you,' said the woman automatically, but the Number One Hero could easily detect she was just being polite, not nice.
'We would also like to put your mind to ease,' he said surprising them both, 'We launched a private investigation as well, but unfortunately, the prototype the police think was used is still in the science department vault untouched. Given the recent events its approval was delayed for another few months of course,' he said and Katsuki frowned a bit more puzzled as to why the man even brought the tracking device up. Neither he nor Tsuyu asked about it since the first time the Hero Association made it clear it was still in their possession. Also, when All-Might took him into the kitchen for a chat, he didn't mention any private investigation, even if he was on vacation surely as a member of the Association, he would have to be informed about it right?
Something didn't really sit right with Katsuki after the man's words and remained that way until later that night.
'What's wrong, Baku-chan?' asked Tsuyu as they were for once alone sitting by their table taking his hand in hers. Unlike him who was a nervous mess, the sea-green-haired heroine aced the whole girlfriend shit without breaking a sweat, 'Talk to me, kero.'
The ash-blond looked up at her. She looked so fucking sweet it might give one cavities for fuck's sake. Throughout the whole night, she didn't let anything phase her or throw her off. Any intrusive question or pointless comment she brushed aside with a polite smile and enough attention to make the person feel heard. She also proved to be an irreplaceable beacon of support for the ash-blond, but he already knew that about her for a long time.
Her dark eyes were hypnotizing as hell, and before he could even properly think about what he was doing he reached out to brush some of her hair out of the way just because.
'Oh, Katsuki, long time no see,' he heard behind him and frowned because A who the fuck thought he had to right to call him by his first name unless he was Tsuyu?! B they were cutting in on his one peaceful alone moment with Tsuyu he got all night.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around noticing Tsuyu could already see who was behind him.
The woman offered him a sweet smile and looked like she wanted a hug, but the ash-blond easily turned back toward Tsuyu ignoring her.
'A little bit rude of you not to greet an old friend,' said the woman clicking her tongue at him obviously annoyed he wasn't giving her the time of day.
'We're not friends, and I am rude,' he said debating if he could just snatch Tsuyu's hand and drag her away from the pesky woman. Unfortunately, despite how often he would have liked to act like people were just extras to him, he wasn't such an asshole not to recognize the women he was involved with. The one that approached him had to be his companion for the night about three years ago, and if he remembered correctly, she was persistent about trying to get him to stay the night and take a picture of him while he was undressed. He wondered how the fuck did someone like that ended up here, but he supposed she had a type for heroes and found some moron to take her.
The silence that followed was awkward, but to his surprise, Tsuyu for once didn't bother to act as a mediator and cut it by polite chat.
'Well,' said the woman Katsuki didn't bother to look at again, 'I'm truly sad you act this way after what we had. Asui-san,' she said, and Katsuki clenched his hand in a fist inside of Tsuyu's knowing that if this bitch said anything disrespectful to the sea-green-haired heroine he would fucking show her rude.
'I hope you won't have to suffer through Katsuki's horrible cold shoulder once you break up,' she said maliciously not even planning to hide what she was saying with some clever wordplay. Then again, three years ago, the ash-blond didn't really pick to spend the night with her for her brains, which he now deeply regretted.
He turned to partly look at the woman and opened his mouth to tell her to fuck off, but Tsuyu quickly beat him to it, 'How kind of you to care so much for my well-being, but I can assure you it's not necessary in the slightest. Katsu-chan and I don't plan to break up anytime soon, and I have yet to receive anything other than kindness, love, and respect from him,' she said and true to her nature offered the woman a smile that seemed almost genuine, 'I understand someone who spends so little time with him wouldn't know, but Katsuki is never rude without a real reason.'
The ash-blond closed his eyes and smirked enjoying the silence that followed after Tsuyu's coldhearted words toward the pesky woman. Luckily, as dumb as she was, she was smart enough to recognize, that she had nothing else to say, and the sounds of rushed heels leaving filled his ears.
He opened his eyes, and Tsuyu smiled at him without any mockery, 'What a rude woman.'
His spare hand came to rest on top of hers, and he leaned forward rotating them a bit so he could plant a kiss at each of them.
'So fucking rude,' he agreed and looked up at her with a smirk.
'You look better,' she said sounding glad.
'It always improved my mood when you put someone in their place,' he admitted because seriously he never felt more smitten with the woman than when she was just a little bit rude and mean to assholes around them.
Tsuyu grinned looking pretty for a moment before she glanced behind him and blinked, 'That woman is your ex-fling?'
His smirk dropped a bit, 'Un-fucking-fortunately. Please, don't make fun of me tonight. I had shitty taste in women.'
'I'll say and maybe later,' she promised but at the same time remained sounding serious, 'She's talking to the man who came to supervise our photoshoot from the Hero Association.'
Katsuki frowned and carefully turned around. True to Tsuyu's words. The pesky woman was now rather annoyed sitting by the table next to the same man who was so chatty with his publicist a while back. His mind immediately started to make theories and connections.
'It could be a coincidence,' said Tsuyu bringing him out of his thoughts, 'Why would they bring attention to themselves like this?'
Katsuki looked at her, 'If she put on a wig and glasses do you think she could be the bitch from the camera footage.'
Tsuyu's dark eyes fell to his before she looked in the direction of the Hero Association table, 'I don't know. But it's possible. It could have been anyone.'
Katsuki pictured the woman in the wig and glasses who exited the café house after she blew up Tsuyu's life and felt a wave of anger toward the whole ordeal all over again. It didn't help that the other member of the Hero Association talked so casually about the tracking device. Something weird was going on, and when even the police hit a dead end, he wasn't about to just let it all slide like that.
He nodded and stood up taking her with him, 'Let's go.'
'Where?' she asked but followed him anyway.
He pulled her closer to his side and doing his best to stay out of sight he led her toward the elevators. The gala was on the lower floors, and although he was only around a few times, he knew damn well the prototypes were kept in the science department upstairs.
'I want to know if they really still have the fucking tracking device or not,' he admitted, and she matched his pace even in her delicate heels.
They managed to get into the elevator unseen, but they stumbled upon a problem when Katsuki tried to use the ID card he received to try and get to the needed floor, 'I guess it's only for higherups, kero.'
'Fuck.'
Tsuyu watched the red screen with denied access before she turned to him and hopefully asked, 'All-Might?'
The Number One Hero tried not to let it show he would rather avoid talking to his once idol, but he had a feeling she could tell anyway. 'He might not be around enough to have such clearance, but it's worth the shot.' He rather it wasn't because going up to All-Might meant thinking about what happened in Izuku's kitchen before he almost dry-humped Tsuyu against the kitchen counter.
'Let's go,' he said spotting green fluffy hair in the crowd, and led her back to the gala not even bothering to let her out of his space for a moment.
'Does your ID card have access to the science department?' asked Katsuki the moment he was faced with Izuku who just turned around, 'Uh, yes, why?'
The ash-blond tried not to let the fact that the association never allowed him such access get under his skin. For the moment, he had more important issues than that, 'Lend it to me.'
Izuku glanced from Tsuyu back to the ash-blond, 'Why?'
It took them less than ten minutes to determine that the Hero Association wasn't lying about still keeping the tracking device in its vault.
It also took them less than a minute to almost run into a security guard and take refuge in the smallest room in the science department.
In the tight confined space of the small records room, Tsuyu's pressed against Katsuki's chest with her own so close he could feel her heartbeat and body trembling from the swift run-in heels.
His own heartbeat was a bit elevated, but that was mostly because having Tsuyu's face so close to his, in the sense that if he were to lean down, he would be kissing her cheek really messed with his head.
You shouldn't be thinking about shit like that, you dumb fuck, he scolded himself getting more and more aroused by each breath as he took in the Tsuyu's mysterious scent.
He didn't hear anything, but that didn't mean the security wasn't still out there looking for whoever accessed the science department.
The sea-green-haired heroine sighed pressing her forehead against his chest. She was still shorter than him and so easily fit into his arms. She looked stunning. Every fucking moment when he wasn't stressed over the gala or worried if they would get to the prototype unseen, he couldn't help but think, Tsuyu is the most stunning woman, I've ever seen. It was like a mantra constantly coming back to him, and all so often he felt those words at the tip of his tongue.
You're pretty.
You're beautiful.
You look gorgeous.
I…like you.
Katsuki lost it snatching her arm and spinning her around so he could get himself further away from her face and breast and-fuck!
When the ash-blond found the woman's naked back lining up against his chest and her wonderful ass directly against his tightening pants, he realized he made a grand mistake.
Fuck me, he thought sliding his palm against Tsuyu's stomach and hearing her soft gasp.
I could turn it into a moan, he thought cursing himself for thinking that when they were trying not to get fucking caught.
His fingers tightened against the thin fabric of this sexy-as-hell dress, and all he could imagine was his bulge inside her large enough to see when he would fuck her from the front.
Flashes of him and Tsuyu in the bed in the early morning when his dick got loose entered his vision, and he knew he was moments away from a catastrophe.
This is worse, he thought to himself hating his fucking life for doing shit like this to him.
Before Tsuyu could feel him, which wouldn't be long because he was so fucking wimped for this minx, he spun her again and put his arms around her pulling her inside an embrace, 'Fuck me.'
She didn't say anything for a moment and then let out a small giggle, 'Oh.'
Katsuki closed his eyes, 'Yeah, I'm gonna just go get shot now.'
'No!' whispered Tsuyu and put her arms around him obviously smiling as she must have figured out why he was acting like this, 'It's a tight fit. It happens, kero.'
He didn't open his eyes and leaned his face lower so he could take a deep breath of her hair, 'Wouldn't happen if you weren't so fucking gorgeous tonight. How the fuck can anyone expect me to act respectful when you look like this?'
There was a pause, and Katsuki almost felt he said too much until he felt Tsuyu's hand brush his back, 'You know…I don't think anyone ever made me feel as pretty as you do when you say stuff like that, Katsu-chan. Thank you.'
He slowly opened his red eyes and looked down at her, she was more or less laying on his chest with that cute as fuck smile across her face that made him want to snatch it and kiss her for real.
His lips suddenly felt dry, and he ran his tongue over them.
Kiss her.
She was so much shorter than him even in those ridiculous heels.
Kiss her.
She put so much effort to look this breathtaking, and she really did make it hard for him to breathe for fuck's sake.
Kiss her.
She was perfect. Every-fucking-thing she did and was…was just so perfect it physically hurt.
Her dark eyes rose to his, and he just couldn't help herself.
Kiss her…for real.
One of his hands went up from her back to the back of her neck, and he tilted her head just the way he needed, 'Fuck, you're stunning, Tsuyu.'
Her little surprised gasp was all he heard before he dropped his head toward hers and pressed his lips against her own.
Fuck him sideways, he never tasted a mouth as sweet as Tsuyu's.
A low rumble formed in his chest. It was like a dam burst, and he chased after her delicious taste, shifting the kiss from soft to needy in seconds. It would make a person go fucking nuts how good it felt to shove his tongue into that wonderful mouth and have this woman melt against him like she did. Because Tsuyu always fucking did that when their lips touched, she melted, and it took everything inside Katsuki each time to stop things from going further because of how possessed he felt every damn time she did.
His lips parted from hers and he before he could stop his bullshit mouth it spoke, 'Too…,' another kiss, 'fucking,' a bite at her lower lip making her whimper, 'long, Tsuyu,' he managed to finally get out knowing she would understand. It was too fucking long since they made out in Deku's kitchen.
Now that he had her mouth again, he was ravenous to have more and never fucking stop demanding it.
He walked her backward and pressed her against one of the shelves, pinning her with his larger body and eating up the needy little whimpering sounds she made.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven.
Better! She tasted like everything he could ever fucking want and more.
This is real, crossed his mind, as his tongue stroked against hers, and he could taste their dinner, that one glass of wine and sweet Asui Tsuyu.
This was real.
He stroked her tongue, her teeth, her lips as he memorized every inch of her mouth as if he didn't already know it by heart from kissing her so many times before.
His cock ached against his pants when she hitched her leg up his thigh and rocked her pussy against it.
'Fuck, Tsuyu!' he groaned trailing his fingers down her neck picturing the necklace he would make her there with his mouth and teeth.
She looked like a fucking dream.
But she's real. This is real, he thought to himself taking in her beautiful swollen lips with smudged lipstick. Blowup pupils and red cheeks and all that.
I want it to be fucking real, he found himself admitting in his thoughts.
His fingers stumbled against her dress, and he swiftly shifted the fabric aside to lick the hollow above her collarbone earning the cutest breathless kero ever.
'Katsuki,' she whined rocking her hips against his own, and fuck he was moments away from pulling his cock out and her panties aside and just fucking her right here in this very moment, the Hero Association and gala be damned.
Another desperate croak escaped her lips, and Katsuki thrived at the idea that she could be so close without him even touching her.
When she whispered his name again and stole another kiss, he almost went completely feral on her. He wanted to see her come undone. He wanted to hear her scream his name. He wanted to hear her beg and then when he would be done with her, she would beg for him again and he would take her again and again. Because Katsuki knew he would never fucking have enough of her.
Katsuki clenched his fists fighting against the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, and those cursed sounds. His chest heaved and his heart pumped with each labored breath.
She was everything he ever wanted and never let himself have.
He was in the process of marking her collarbone when the door suddenly opened, 'Excuse me, but this floor isn't available for the public.'
Tsuyu covered her mouth quickly trying to fix her dress, while the ash-blond glared at the security guard who finally found them.
He seemed to have realized who he was talking to because his eyes widened, and he quickly stumbled over his words, 'B-bakugou-sama, I didn't realize it was you…I'm-I'm sorry.' Katsuki didn't really have the authorization to be there or the authority to make this man sweat, but it seemed he got under the man's skin all the same.
If he caught them in another situation, the ash-blond would perhaps say something to the man, but seeing how distressed Tsuyu looked, he decided against it.
Katsuki growled at the man who disturbed them like this, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the records room, taking in a desperate breath of air that didn't come out of Asui Tsuyu's delicious mouth.
Afterward, things settled, and they mostly spent time on the gala running into their friends. For a moment, the ash-blond could tell that something bothered Tsuyu as she grew quiet and a bit isolated just as she did after they made out at Izuku's house.
Did she regret it? Did he push her too much? Katsuki asked himself trying to read her face, but as always it was impossible with how expressionless it was.
If I crossed a line, she would have told me, he tried to assure himself, but it was all bullshit that didn't work.
He should have apologized, but he didn't want to. The fucking kiss didn't happen because of cover or whatever. It happened because she was cute and hot and Katsuki was a horny idiot who needed to touch her every chance he got.
Pathetic, he thought, If it was someone else, you would have killed him for pushing Tsuyu so much, he thought and frowned cracking his fingers as he imagined there would be someone else who would kiss the woman like that.
He was trying to figure out how to address it all when Tsuyu walked out of the restroom with Todoroki Momo of all people and toward him. And the pesky bitch who bothered them earlier rushed out of the door right after them.
Fuck that can't be good.
The ash-blond wasn't about to spill his heart in front of another standby anyway, but he dropped the idea completely when he saw how tense Tsuyu was now, 'What's going on?'
Tsuyu and Momo shared a look and the taller heroine then pulled out her phone, 'You should see something.'
He took the offered phone and ran his eyes over an email message sent from someone from his agency.
His red eyes widened, 'What the fuck?'
The email requested the help of pro-hero Creati's help in creating a functioning replicate of a tracking device.
He opened the attachment and given he and Tsuyu had just viewed the same blueprints, he knew it was the same device the Hero Association had safely locked in their science department, 'The fuck is this?'
'Tsu-chan just told me about what was going on,' started Momo and took her phone back, 'This email was from your agency, so I assumed it was a professional request. I had a functioning replica the same day, but since I presumed it was urgent, I didn't bother to add my mark, so when you found it, it didn't lead you back to me.'
He wasn't a good friend of the woman's, but he could tell she truly regrated her involvement in the whole ordeal, 'I'm sorry, it was a complete oversight on my part. Things were very hectic recently, but that's no excuse.'
Katsuki took a deep breath gritting his teeth and dragging his fists into his pockets, 'This isn't your fault.'
It was whoever the fuck was screwing with him from his agency.
Without another word, he turned around and started to walk. He didn't hear what Tsuyu said to Momo, and honestly, he didn't care. Right now, he wanted to find his fucking publicist and fire every single person in his agency or blow them the fuck up.
He made it quite far, but Tsuyu caught up to him and snatched his hand, 'I know this is a shocking revelation, but please, calm down. We're in a public place surrounded by people who would love nothing more than to cause a scene.'
He had to force himself to meet her dark eyes. She looked like a dream. She always fucking looked like a dream.
He took hold of her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. It didn't take away all his anger, but it was a damn good start. Fucking her stupid might have done the trick, but he cared for her too fucking much and waited too fucking long to take her when he couldn't even properly focus on her.
'Fine,' he grunted.
He listened to Tsuyu calling Detective Tsukauchi explaining what had happened. They agreed to deal with this tomorrow, and as much as Katsuki would rather bust down on each and every one of his employee's doors, he agreed it was late, and they did enough, and the treat was too low to go berserk tonight.
When Tsuyu ended the call, her hand once again found his which he took as a good enough second place. Beating someone's face it would have to wait.
'Oi,' he said mostly because he wanted to fill the silence with something other than his murderous thoughts and betrayal. He knew his publicist was acting weird. He knew something was up, and he still fucking let it slide. He promised he would hurt those who caused Tsuyu her home, yet he constantly allowed them to roam free. And for what?
He glanced at Tsuyu.
For her. Everything for her.
'What did that bitch want to talk to you about?' he asked, and he could tell Tsuyu was confused before she chuckled a bit and looked away, 'Oh, her? Uh, she came to comment on how I couldn't be that fulfilling as a partner in bed if I could walk afterward.'
Katsuki closed his eyes and groaned feeling humiliation enter his mind, 'Forget it. Let's talk about my backstabbing employee.'
Tsuyu grinned, 'No, it was fun, kero. And don't worry,' she put her palm against her chest, 'I protected your honor and told her that if she only ever got to see that rough side of you then she's truly missed out. A lot.'
He smirked imagining Tsuyu stunning that bitch into silence just as she had before, but he still found himself teasing her, 'You don't know enough about how rough I can be to say something like that.'
'I know you want to be more than rough,' she said calmly looking at him. The fact that they were still holding hands and were fairly close inside the car caused the ash-blond to think about a lot of different things.
She licked her lips and seemed a bit hesitant, 'I-I know you can be very sweet and caring,' she nodded a bit, 'and rough, but it's best when you're all three. When you're everything you can be and are…when you're just you…it's…,' he could see how much deeper her breaths were with how each raising and falling of her chest, 'I like it the most, kero.'
His throat felt dry so he swallowed and looked away for a moment fearing he would kiss her again with their driver for the night watching, 'I like it the most when you're yourself too, Froggy.'
When he looked at her again, she was looking to the front with her blushing cheeks pink and very kissable.
For a moment, he just watched her once again, his thoughts wondering whether he should tell her about tonight's kiss and how he did it because he wanted it to be real…because it felt real. Because…he liked her a lot.
He looked away and gripped his free hand. Too much had happened tonight. Even if he decided to tell her, which he still wasn't sure, he should wait and do it some other time. Some other time when they weren't dealing with his anger and employees and shit like that.
They got home, and Katsuki couldn't be more grateful for that. The night wasn't all bad, but there was still a sour taste in his mouth regarding of what happened.
He wanted to shower, sleep, and then head to his agency and murder someone. Slowly.
His feet followed Tsuyu into the bedroom.
She turned toward him for a second and offered him a smile. Despite everything, she stayed so sweet and caring all throughout the night.
His heart ached while looking at her.
She turned back around, and he felt like his heart stopped beating altogether. She was just so…so fucking….Tsuyu.
Asui Tsuyu looked like a divine dream. In that black dress with a split and her back and neck all naked begging to be marked, Katsuki felt like he couldn't breathe unless he was fucking touching her.
His palms found her waist as she tried to move toward the closet, probably to get her pajamas, and pulled her closer to him.
A soft surprised noise escaped her perfect lips, but Katsuki had already closed his eyes and pressed his nose against the back of her neck, 'You're so beautiful.' He sounded like a wimp again, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Fuck waiting!
'You're so fucking beautiful every day, but tonight you made it hard to fucking function without you.'
He heard her take in a deep inhale and let it out and then another. Her whole body was moving from how hard she was breathing, 'Th-thank you, kero.'
His fingers dug deeper into her waist, and he frowned, 'I don't want your fucking thanks.' She should never thank anyone him including for telling her the truth, for being so fucking wonderful, beautiful, and amazing.
'W-well, what do you want, Katsuki?' her voice sounded a bit shaken with emotions as she asked that, and fuck he felt wrecked with them too.
What did he want?
He wanted to lick her naked back all the way down between her legs. He wanted to cover every inch of her body with his mouth or palms so everyone would fucking know she was his and would see just how much she belonged to him. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fucked her with his mouth until his jaw would hurt. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her and make her scream until she couldn't let out a single sound anymore.
But more than all that carnal shit, Katsuki wanted to have Asui Tsuyu for real. No fake dating. No excuse for them just being close friends. He wanted the real shit. He wanted to call her his girlfriend and know it was real. He wanted to kiss her and know it was real. He wanted to hold her close and know it was real.
That was what he really wanted.
That was what he fucking wanted since their first fake kiss. Since she took him out to improve his mood. Since he saw her playing with Nagi. Since he fucking watched her car leave after their shared interview. That was what he always wanted.
He pressed his face against her neck and back and sighed, 'I want to take you out on a date…,' his voice never sounded so steady yet so emotional at the same time, 'for real.'
Three heartbeats passed before he felt Tsuyu start to turn around.
He rose his head and took a step back letting his hands fall from her waist so there wasn't a single place they were touching anymore, and yet it felt like she had her hold on him entirely.
Tsuyu's dark eyes were wide, and her lips parted, 'W-what did you say? P-please, please, say it again, kero.'
He let out a breathless chuckle feeling it was infinitely times easier to say with his eyes closed and Tsuyu's back to him.
'I said, I want to take you out. For real, Tsuyu,' he said and shrugged his shoulders pushing his sweaty palms into his pockets and doing his best not to look away from her beautiful face, 'What do you say?'
A.N: Thank you for reading. I apologize I only updated now, but I was down with the flu for the past week, so I didn't have the strength to finish it. I'll do my best to post before the end of the month though. Have a lovely day and stay safe 😊