Title: The Date
Summary: After a year-long casual relationship, Katsuki sure as hell isn't happy with the idea that Tsuyu might date someone else.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Bakugou Katsuki hated this night. He hated, hated, hated it. He also hated this fucking bar. Seriously, he fucking couldn't imagine a place he hated more than this one. He also hated the fucker whose face might as well be blank because he couldn't for the love of him focus on the pathetic extra sitting five tables to his left.
Pathetic fuck, he thought bitterly gripping the glass of his scotch so tight even his friend, Kirishima Eijiro, noticed, 'Dude, you good?'
Katsuki had to force his red eyes away from the couple five tables to the left back to his friend.
No! He fucking wasn't good! He wasn't good at all! And nothing about this night or the past week was good either.
Damn it!
If he was playing an investigation, he would know the whole bullshit ordeal didn't start tonight or even a week ago. No, if he was starting the story back from the fucking beginning, he would know the whole thing started a year ago when he was invited to a stupid conference in Europe, he wouldn't have even gone to it if his agency didn't insist.
It would be good for your image, Bakugo-san.
Yeah? Well, look what it brought me one fucking year later?
The conference was boring. Horribly so.
He didn't use to get this bored in middle school learning subjects he knew as a future pro-hero he wouldn't even need.
The heroes there didn't really stand out, and honestly, Katsuki had long since passed his days of making fast friends by having a flashy quirk. The only silver lining if he felt generous enough to call it that was the fact that there Asui Tsuyu was also invited. The two were the only pro-heroes from Japan, so it was sort of natural that they hung around together.
The sea-green-haired always calm and blunt Froggy was the one to follow him and got him to follow her, but Katsuki still found himself sticking to her side rather than mingling with extras from other countries who barely spoke English or any language other than their own.
The talks and lectures were boring as fuck, but hanging around with Tsuyu afterward around the small town was actually a decent amount of fun. He wouldn't call her a friend. He doubted they would even stay in touch after they got back to Japan, but for the time being she was the only real connection he had to who he was and his home, and for a fucking week she was his everything.
Then came the last night of the conference and a stupid pointless farewell party that Katsuki never would have gone to if Tsuyu didn't ask nicely and pointed out he would be the only weirdo who didn't show up.
'You know, it's a bit sad, Baku-chan, you weren't able to score a date tonight,' she said teasingly, and the ash-blond shot her a lot. As bearable as that week was thanks to her, she was still a little shit who regularly teased him about his love life since in a weak moment of watching some pretty cool castle he let it slip he hadn't actually been with anyone for almost a year.
Fuck! Damn that Froggy for catching his ass weak like that, Katsuki thought to himself while looking at Tsuyu standing by the high table beside him. Even with heels that couldn't possibly be comfortable, she barely reached his chin.
Still more than her height which was always a source of infinite amusement for the pro-hero, what caught his eyes was her dress or better said how well it looked on her.
It wasn't that Tsuyu didn't know how the dress or didn't look good every other time. It wasn't like Katsuki made a point of noticing but being around her every day for a week didn't leave him much room to stay ignorant. She dressed fine if not a bit too cute at times for his taste.
Well, as if she could read his fucking thoughts which he sometimes wasn't sure, she couldn't, with how often she pushed him into a corner with her comebacks and comments, she didn't dress cute tonight one bit.
She looked hot.
The dress was green and black of course. It wasn't vulgar. It was pretty long and hid her cleavage just fine, but sweet gods didit hugged her figure just too damn well. It was almost like she put on her second skin. Katsuki thought her hero costume was tight, but this dress made him feel like he was looking at her naked, and that shit was messing with his head.
I need to get laid, he thought to himself forcing his eyes away from that damn fit dress back to her face. Asui Tsuyu's frog quirk didn't allow her to express her feelings across her face the way it would any other person, but even so spending time with her one on one for days now made Katsuki a pro.
Little shit, he thought to himself before he smirked and leaned closer to her. He just wanted to even the field a bit. Tease her back and get a small raise out of her too. It wasn't fair that she was always so calm and in control of stuff around her. Just once the ash-blond wanted to get under her skin too.
His lips paused by her ear and as he spoke, he could see and feel his breath against her neck causing her to shiver a bit.
'Now, why would I even need a date when I have someone like you on my arm all night?'
The sea-green-haired woman swallowed a bit before she met his eyes again as he leaned away, 'Someone like what, kero?'
She might have had an uncrackable poker face, but the cute little hitch in her voice gave her away.
Katsuki pulled on a satisfying smirk, 'Fishing for compliments? Never took you for the type.'
She shrugged her shoulders and her posture looked calm again as she reached for her glass, 'It's nice to be admired every once in a while.'
He chuckled since he genuinely found it hilarious that she would think she wasn't, 'Trust me, you're admired plenty.'
He might not have paid much attention to the extras around them, but he sure as shit noticed them paying attention to them more than enough. Even now they kept on glancing at their table like vultures waiting for him to leave, but Katsuki didn't plan on it.
'Still, it's nice to hear it from time to time,' she said either oblivious to her admires or ignorant.
Katsuki looked at her again and his eyes almost immediately dropped to her body. It was probably the alcohol, homesickness, and being around every day on their own, but he suddenly felt his pants tightened at her sight.
Fuck it! What's the worst thing that could happen?
He leaned closer to her again and purposely put his hand on her lower back.
'You want a compliment, Tsu-chan?' he asked mocking her a bit by using her nickname. It was a bit of a payback for having her always use one for him, 'Fine, you look so fucking hot, I want to bend you over this table and shove my cock so deep inside you, you won't even remember what it feels like to be empty all the while this tight fit dress stays right on you,' he spoke rubbing soft circles into her lower back and watched her shiver and the rising and falling of her chest hastened, 'And believe me that's saying something because I don't fuck until they're naked, Tsu-chan.'
When Tsuyu's lips parted and a delicate little kero got out, Katsuki closed his eyes and smirked at himself. He would be frustrated later when he would violently jerk off cursing himself that he didn't deliver on his words, but for now, he was happy he got a raise out of the always composed and making fun of Froggy.
The satisfaction of getting under her skin was short-lived because, in the next minute, Tsuyu finished her glass and turned to look at him, 'Do you want to go to my room?' she asked, and to her credit, her voice was only an octave higher than it should be, and her dark eyes never left his.
Katsuki licked his lips already promising himself he would properly get under her skin in a little bit, 'Let's go.'
He was pretty sure it would have been a one-time thing. They were in a different country. No one knew them. They would fuck once to kill time, to rush through whatever spark of attraction they created by being next to each other day by day this past week, and never talk about or even think about it again.
If things went well, Katsuki was sure the always so calm and in control Froggy would beg for some more.
But fuck him then she did shit with her mouth, with her needy perfect cunt, with her cute breathless Baku-chan-kero moans, and he was the one fucking begging her for more. His pride was apparently nowhere to be found in Tsuyu's hotel room, as he groaned into her neck shaking like some desperate first-timer, 'Fuck, say that again, Tsuyu. Pleeease.'
He was even worse than a first-timer because Bakugou Katsuki was sure he wasn't this much of a needy desperate bitch during his actual first time. If anyone ever heard him, he would probably have to quit his hero career and go live somewhere in solitude to save himself from death by humiliation.
And that was that. One hottest night of his life, and Katsuki couldn't fucking get enough of Asui Tsuyu. It was honestly laughable, and he was sure someone would have laughed if they ever found out, but thank fuck Tsuyu agreed that whatever this thing between them was should be kept between them.
It was a fair deal. At first, they met up every month at hotels not really interested in letting the other into their personal space and homes. The ash-blond figured it was just a novelty thing. It would fade with time. He or Tsuyu would get enough and move on.
Fuck, I hoped it will be me, he told himself every damn time the thought crossed his mind because the idea that it would be Tsuyu who would want to end things, and he would sink even lower and beg her not to, just made him want to die out of embarrassment right there and then.
However, months went by, and things didn't cool down, if anything they started to escalate. From once a month in anonymous hotels, they graduated to weekly affairs at each other's apartments. He would think that would make him freak out, but the truth was he never felt more proud or entertained than when he made Tsuyu's eye roll back with his mouth on her cunt and Cheeks, her roommate, asking her through the closed door if she wanted breakfast.
It wasn't just the secrecy although yeah that shit was hot, it was also the intimacy or whatever. Katsuki rarely had that with his partners. He never really had that stuff before. He never really stuck around for the morning to watch them get dressed or asked about work, family, and stuff. He never really was friends with them or whatever the hell he and Tsuyu were.
And he sure as fuck never got jealous at the idea that they could start dating someone new. But of-fucking-course that was exactly what happened to him with bullshit calm and perfect Asui Tsuyu.
That happened a week ago. She came over, and he could tell immediately there was something on her mind with the way she was almost surprised every damn time he made her come. As fun, as it was to hear her surprised cries with each wave of pleasure, Katsuki always liked it the most when he had her sole attention.
'What's up with you today? Work?' he asked in the morning watching her get dressed and fix her hair.
She didn't necessarily look surprised, but her body language was hesitant enough, so he knew she was nervous about something.
'Well?' he frowned. It was never a good thing if someone as blunt and straightforward as Tsuyu who fucking got onto her knees and just took his cock into her perfect mouth when she felt like it was nervous to say something.
'Someone from work asked me out,' she said, and his heart sank so deep into his stomach, that Katsuki wondered if he lost it for good.
She turned to face him. Nervous or not she wasn't an emotional coward like him who couldn't talk about feelings eye to eye, 'I wasn't sure what to say, kero.'
His red eyes were on her the whole time while he tried to control his breathing.
'Why are you telling me this?' he asked mentally flinching at how pissed off it sounded. Like he cared. Like it fucking bothered him or some shit that other guys wanted to ask Tsuyu out. Women asked him out. Women asked for his contact and wanted him to reach out. He just didn't. Why would he? He had Tsuyu so why the fuck would he need anyone else?
The sea-green-haired woman sat back on the bed still looking at him, 'I guess I'm telling you because I would like to know if I'm allowed to accept the offer or not. If this between us is something that-'
'It's not,' he said surprisingly coldly, 'You can do whatever you want.' He almost added this doesn't mean shit, but at the last second, some higher power stopped him from fucking totally ruining everything he and her shared over the past year.
If he hurt her, her face revealed nothing, and she simply nodded and got out of bed to finish dressing up. Sometimes if they woke up early, they shared breakfast, but the ash-blond doubted that would be the case anymore.
Fuck!
It was only after she left a soft goodbye and all that, that the pro-hero started to think about why he said what he said. He was an asshole, he knew that since preschool, but not to her. Not like this. He teased her and humiliated her at times in bed, but that was for fun, they both liked it, but this was…cruel. And that wasn't him.
The rest of the day he was the one who couldn't focus for shit because he kept on coming back to that moment and the only possible thing, he could come up with was that he was pissed off because well… because she asked at all.
Why the fuck was she even thinking about other men? Why the fuck was she even considering accepting some fucking loser's offer? What Katsuki wasn't enough for her? Didn't he fucking blow her mind every damn time they were together? Didn't she let him stroke her face in the early morning before the sun even got up and told him all about her worries and dreams and stuff?
Katsuki almost beat the villain into a coma the next day earning himself a mandatory leave until he calmed the fuck down enough not to kill someone. If shit like that happened before, he would write Tsuyu and arrange for her to come over when she would be free, but now he fucking didn't know.
Before they made plans upfront telling each other about their schedules to come up with a date and time to meet again, but after his cold shoulder she just fucking left. He shouldn't have blamed her, but he did a little. Not enough to resent her or shout at her, but enough not to feel like this was all his fault.
The sulking and anger held him for two days before he finally texted Tsuyu. Meeting with her for almost a year he had some idea about her schedule so he knew she would be free on Friday.
T: I'm busy…I'll write you on Saturday.
He almost crushed his phone in his palm. He didn't need to have a mindreading quirk to know why the fuck would she be busy on Friday. And he made a very decent guess that if she wanted to write him after her date, it could only be to finally end whatever the fuck they were doing for the past year.
It wasn't his plan to confess his issues with Tsuyu to Shitty Hair. Honest.
But the fucker showed up at his place on his day off, and all the ash-blond could think about was Tsuyu naked and moaning under some loser so he spilled everything so fast it took his poor friend a hot minute before he understood what Katsuki even said.
Upon hearing the whole story, the redhead pulled out his phone, 'Well, let's go there.'
'What?' demanded Katsuki brushing his hair so much it must have become a bit sweaty now.
Eijiro nodded and feverishly texted, 'I'll find out where she's going, and we'll go there.'
'What? NO!' the ash-blond tried to stop him, but not with as enough force as he could have, 'She'll hate that,' he said because how could she not? Then again, the more minutes passed the more like a good idea it started to sound, and so there they were in the same fucking bar as Tsuyu and her loser date five tables away.
Watching them talk and Tsuyu smile every once in a while, Katsuki couldn't remember why he thought this would have been a good idea. What did he want to see in the competition? Why the fuck should he care? He didn't if he couldn't even tell what the fucker looked like. Tsuyu on the other hand? Not once did he look away from her.
So, this is how she would look like if she went on a date, huh?
She was dressed in a white blouse and a dark skirt, which he had never seen on her before. If he had to bet, he would say it wasn't even hers but borrowed from Cheeks or someone. Her hair was down but a bit wavy. She looked pretty. Cute, but mature. She looked perfect.
Something squeezed his heart at the thought.
For a moment, Katsuki almost lost most of his anger he couldn't get rid of for the last week. Did he really come here hoping to ruin her date or something when she looked this nice and put much effort into it?
He felt really shitty.
'You know, it's just one date,' said Eijiro almost softly, 'You still have time to do something about all this. I… I think she wants you to.'
He knew that. He fucking knew that. But for some reason watching her sip her drink and nod at whatever her shitty date had to say made it impossible for the ash-blond to get up from his ass and march over there.
She looked so content and pretty.
After a while, Tsuyu must have felt his stare because she turned to look in his direction and blinked.
He should have probably looked away or gotten up and left. This was pathetic. It was beyond pathetic. It was creepy even. If he suddenly saw his…lover in public like this he would also feel freaked out.
For a moment, her hand reached for her phone, and he wondered if she was planning to text him if he lost his mind which would be a fair question. However, she didn't touch it and instead turned to her date.
Fuck me, thought Katsuki and tossed all of his drink into his mouth hoping the alcohol burn will take some of his pain away for a moment.
'I think we should leave,' said Katsuki once he swallowed stealing one final look at Tsuyu.
Just as he did, he noticed that under their table her date's hand reached for her knee.
It was a second, but he still noticed how she flinched away obviously started by the sudden touch.
FUCK NO! Thought Katsuki and stood up without giving Eijiro enough time to question what the hell he was doing.
In a few quick steps, he was by Tsuyu's table snatching her wrist and dragging her out of her chair, 'Come with me. Grab your bag.'
He didn't spare a single look at the loser sitting opposite her, and the whole ordeal must have been too surprising because he didn't even bother to question why the fuck was some other guy dragging his date away.
Pathetic.
'Baku-Baku-chan?!' exclaimed Tsuyu as she stumbled after him. Her heels weren't as big as those she wore the first time he tasted her cunt, but he knew for a fact, she wasn't good at fast walking with anything that wasn't comfortable. How did he know that? Because he fucking fucked her for a year and talked with her before and afterward every damn time about bullshit that mattered and didn't all the same.
Fuck, I'm an idiot, he cursed himself finally getting out of that bar with Tsuyu close behind, but not stopping until he wasn't in the back alley away from view from those in the bar and street alike.
'Baku-chan, what's going on, kero?' asked Tsuyu as they finally stopped.
Katsuki's eyes landed on her face.
Fuck, she's pretty, he thought, 'What's wrong? What's wrong?! Why the fuck do you let that loser touch you? You're trying to get me jealous or some shit?'
Tsuyu blinked and even if she didn't let it show it seemed like she was taken aback by his words, 'W-what?'
'Don't act dumb. I saw him touch your leg. Were you planning to let him fingerfuck you at the table?' he asked barely containing himself not to shout and draw attention.
Tsuyu's eyes widened, and she tried to tear her wrist free all the while letting out in the coldest voice he ever heard, 'Let me go.'
'Why so you can go back to him?' he asked, and it should have sounded angry or maybe cold too, but instead, it came out pathetic and desperate.
FUCK!
Tsuyu jerked on her wrist again, but he didn't let go. He tightened his grip instead, to the point where it had to hurt her, but he didn't care, and Tsuyu didn't say it hurt. He was not letting her go either way.
Tsuyu looked deeper into his eyes and took a deep breath like she was gathering herself for a debate, 'Why do you care, Baku-chan? Like you said I can do whatever I want, kero.'
Cruel. So cruel to throw his own stupid words back at him like that.
'I don't know,' he said gritting his teeth and frowning at her like she was a villain he couldn't defeat.
Tsuyu sighed and tried to pull away never once allowing her dark eyes to stray from his, 'In that case, I don't have anything to talk with you about. Please let me go so I can go back to my date.'
Katsuki hated how calm she sounded. He hated how easy she said that shit. He hated she said that shit at all when he was here obviously upset about it.
'Why are you with him? He's a loser,' he snarled, 'A loser who fucking touched you on a first date under a table like some pervert.'
She sighed, 'Why do you care, Baku-chan? Because only you get to touch me? How is that supposed to work?' she asked, 'You want to have me once a week and between that what, kero?'
'Between that? What you're fucking lonely or something?' he asked before he could even think about it, but the moment he did, he sort of realized she was. He caught her at times looking at him and then smiling and looking away or bringing him food and brushing his hair while he was partly asleep. Did she want more? Did she take his disinterest in whether she dated or not as rejection? Maybe it was, but only because Katsuki was an idiot, who couldn't fucking figure out how else could it work without fucking him over and leaving him hurt.
Just like he ended up now.
He licked his lips eyeing her body before coming back to meet her dark eyes, 'Is this what you want? Some fucker to take you out into a bar or some other place so you can wear cute stuff like these?'
He felt hot and all too aware of how close she was, 'Is that what you fucking want, Tsu-chan?'
She never looked more confident than she did in that moment lifting her chin up to match his height even if she couldn't, 'So what if it is?'
Not for the first or last time did Katsuki think Tsuyu was the hottest woman he ever saw.
He smirked. For the first time since last week, he felt like doing so and genuinely felt like maybe he wasn't going to fucking explode or have a panic attack, 'Alright then.'
Tsuyu's dark eyes widened, 'What–?'
Katsuki stepped forward, pressing her back against the wall, and caged her in with his body. He'd never considered it much before, but even in her heels, Tsuyu was actually so small compared to him. She sank back, forced to tilt her head to look up at him, staring at him with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth as he blocked her from getting around him.
'Is this what you want?' he asked, laying his hand on the wall by her head. 'Someone to take you out on cute little dates and compliment how hot and pretty you are? Someone who will make you breakfast in the morning after fucking you stupid all night?' he tilted his head lowering his voice enjoying the blush slowly entering her cheeks, 'Someone who will wait until your shift is over and heal your bruises or let you vent about your troubles? Is a boyfriend what you want?'
The sea-green-haired woman looked even smaller now as she nodded, 'Yeah, So, please, let go of me, so I can return to my date.'
Katsuki narrowed his eyes while smirking. He honestly wondered if she really expected him to do just that. Let her go, give her some space, avert his eyes, and maybe even apologize profusely like some pathetic loser.
He was distantly aware of how tight his grip on her wrist was, knowing that it would undoubtedly leave marks for other people to see. He wondered if she expected him to be ashamed of himself, horrified over this outburst, desperate to make it up to her.
'No,' Katsuki said, feeling strangely proud of himself, 'And you must have fucking hit your pretty head during patrol if you think I'll let you get back to that loser.'
Tsuyu scoffed, 'Katsuki-'
The ash-blond cut her off by gripping her chin tightly and pressing his lips against hers. He shut his eyes right after he saw her do the same. Pissed or not, she was always a sucker for a good kiss, and Katsuki considered himself a professional when it came to devouring her pretty mouth.
She drank a bit, and the aftertaste was still in her mouth, but apart from that she was all Tsuyu. She tasted sweet and hot like his favorite candy he couldn't fucking get enough of.
The moment Tsuyu opened her mouth, likely to protest or some shit, Katsuki swept his tongue inside and practically melted, moaning weakly at the sensation. A surprised squeak escaped her, and her free hand stilled on his chest, pausing her attempts to shove him off her. So caught up in kissing her, that he hadn't even felt her pushing at him. He tilted her head further, kissing her more intensely. She squirmed in his grip, trying to pull her chin out of his fingers, but he stepped in closer instead, pressing his body against hers.
Fuck, he missed this. He hadn't fucked, kissed, or touched her for a week, and he already missed it only fully realizing how much when he had her again.
Doesn't matter now. I'm not letting her go. Ever, he told himself.
Fuck, she was so soft, her breasts on his chest, her thighs against his legs. He wanted more – he had to feel more – and so he let go of her wrist so he could grab onto her hip, enjoying the way she actually jumped when he squeezed her. It felt too good to have her back.
He wasn't sure if it was because he was upset or scared of losing her but somehow it felt almost better than all those times before which was crazy.
Katsuki dived deeper into her mouth earning a soft moan from the woman, and he couldn't help but grin against the vibration and sound.
He didn't know when she stopped fighting him, but he knew that if she really wanted to stop, he would be knocked on his ass before he could even blink.
Tsuyu even started to kiss him back, or at the very least she was writhing under his touch. He wondered what she would do if he pulled her skirt up like he did when they were in the privacy of his or her bedrooms, his hand sliding down her thigh of its own accord.
'Baku-chan,' Tsuyu gasped into his mouth, her body twitching when he tugged at the hem of her skirt.
'Shit, Tsuyu,' he muttered, 'Do you know how I missed you?'
It was like something was unspooling in his gut – the tight cord of tension that had been there for a week coming undone.
If he was a better guy, he would be worried about how excited he got when he realized she was actually trembling slowly squirming against him, 'Baku-chan.'
He kissed her chin and moved lower to her neck, 'Excited?'
'Please,' Tsuyu breathed out, her voice distant, 'I need to go back, kero.' He could barely hear her over the loud thumping of blood in his ears, his anger bleeding into something else entirely.
'Fuck no,' he whispered and bit into her neck hard enough to leave a hickey maybe even drawing a bit of blood, 'Why the fuck would you even want to go back to that loser, huh?'
'He's, my date. It's rude.'
'I am rude,' he said and kissed her again sucking on her tongue.
'Katsuki-please,' she moaned again.
'Please what?' he asked, biting her lip.
She gasped, and then he charted a path over her jaw and then down her neck, alternating between nipping and sucking at her skin. When she twisted her head away from him, he let go of her chin, only to slide his hand down to the other side of her neck.
'Is this what you want? A date? A boyfriend? Fucking fine!'
Tsuyu squirmed against him, reaching up to yank harshly on his hair, 'This isn't right. He's waiting for me.'
A whimper cut her off when he nipped harshly at her neck again. He was definitely not leaving her without fucking marks ever again.
'So fucking what, Tsu? He's a loser a nobody. I don't fucking care if he waits an hour or days. You're not going back to that table. You're not going on some meaningful dates with loser boys, got it?'
His fingers pushed up her skirt, trailing up the exposed skin of her thigh that felt hotter than ever, 'You want a boyfriend? He asked and brushed against the edge of her underwear.
She stiffened under his touch, and he leaned away to look directly into her eyes, 'Here I fucking am, Tsu-chan.'
Her lips parted but before she could say anything Katsuki pressed his fingers against her underwear, and she sucked in a breath.
He grinned.
Her panties weren't soaked, but they were still wet, a damp patch in the middle. His other hand moved down from her neck to her chest, palming one of her tits over her blouse. Her whole body jerked, practically rutting into his hand, and she had to bite down to stop another whimper. He wasn't quick about it as he pressed against her mound over her underwear, slowly feeling her out, the thin material growing damper as he stroked her and squeezed her chest.
'You want someone to take you on cute dates so you can dress all pretty? Fucking done,' he whispered in a low voice, a threat edged into each word despite the content.
'You want someone to walk you home and act all shy about kissing you goodbye? How about I walk you to your bedroom and fuck you into the mattress, huh?'
Tsuyu moaned far too loudly for trying to remain some illusion of privacy while getting fucked in an alley behind a bar.
The ash-blond pressed down harshly on her clit, nearly making her cry out, 'You want someone to listen to your bullshit after a good fuck? I'm fucking here for that.'
Tsuyu's eyes moved to his face, 'Do you mean it?'
He started to rub her faster bringing out more cries and moans out of her enjoying each and every one of them, 'You tell me? Did I ever not deliver on a good fuck, Tsu-chan?'
This wasn't supposed to be some sort of punishment, but in a way, it felt like that to him. She was sucking in breathy gasps, trying to halfheartedly shove him away with one hand while pulling at his arm with the other, but he was too strong. It occurred to him, as her body began to tighten up and her breathing hastened, that he could probably do whatever he wanted to her. She was so damn small. How many times had he picked her up and carry to bed? How many times did he play with her like a doll? How many times did he sweep her into his arms?
That kind of power and strength was intoxicating, dangerously so.
'Ka-Katsuki!' Tsuyu cried, and then, even without touching her directly, he knew she was coming. He always knew when she was coming. And he always fucking made sure she would at least once before he went into her.
Her whole body stiffened, and she jerked her hand away from his wrist to slap over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans spilling from her mouth. They sounded so beautiful, echoing in his head over and over again, the sight of her rutting into his hand getting him so hard that it hurt. Like he wasn't hard since she fucking started to fake-struggle against him.
Her underwear was drenched now, and he dipped two fingers inside, sliding them easily through her slick folds.
She moaned into her palm, eyelids fluttering, and he swore under his breath. Pulling his fingers out from her underwear and skirt, he let go of her chest so he could pull her hand away from her mouth and then slid his fingers between her lips, forcing her to taste herself.
She whined a little, blinking up at him with those pretty dark eyes of hers, looking more than a little out of it after the orgasm. She could've easily bit down on his fingers and made him jerk away.
She didn't, licking him obediently.
'Fuck, Tsuyu.'
Katsuki couldn't take it anymore. He felt half out of it, close to losing it after what he'd just witnessed. He had seen Tsuyu come undone like that so many times before, but he felt he would never fucking get used to it. To have her so vulnerable and weak from his touch. Ever since that first night in that hotel room, it was instantly addictive.
He knew he wanted more. He needed it.
They were barely hidden from sight in the alley where any of the customers could walk out and find them, but he couldn't think straight, not after she'd come on his fingers like this. Not after this hellish week without her.
Spinning her around, Katsuki pressed her front against the wall.
She grunted, bringing her palms up to the brick to keep her face from getting scratched. At this angle, she could do little more than reach back and try to dig at his arms, but since she was so small, her reach was limited. He felt like he towered over her, shielding her small body from sight with his own.
When he ground his hard dick against her ass, she moaned, and he groaned, burying his face in her hair. She smelled like waterlilies and summer, so sweet and hot at the same time. She always smelled good.
He whined at the memory of showering with her and the water running down her naked body.
'Need you, damn it,' Katsuki practically whined as he rutted against her, 'So fucking bad.'
'We shouldn't…' Tsuyu managed to get out, but didn't do anything else to try and stop him, 'Not out here.'
'Can't wait. I need you now, Tsuyu. I fucking need you.'
He made quick work of his pants, unbuckling them and sliding them and his boxers down just enough to pull his hard dick out. It certainly wasn't enough, not the way he really wanted her, but he felt like he might actually go mad if he didn't get in her soon.
He flipped up her skirt, and she gasped a little when he pressed the tip of his dick against her clothed center.
He pushed into her a little, the band of her slick underwear digging into her thighs. Even such a minor sensation made his already cloudy mind spin, but it wasn't enough.
Nothing is ever fucking enough.
With one hand on her back to hold her in place, he tugged her underwear aside, unable to tear his eyes away from the mere hint of her pussy.
Fucking missed this sight.
She was clean-shaven. It came with being in the water all day. Not to mention she always looked so put together, even when she was sulking or upset.
Katsuki rubbed his dick between her folds, savoring the feel of her slick on his tip. She whined at the sensation and squeezed her legs together.
'FUCK! TSU!' he moaned obscenely and started to jerkily fuck her wet thighs.
'S-someone will see~,' whined Tsuyu moaning at the end.
'I'll be quick, I promise,' Katsuki told her kissing the back of her head as he lined his tip up with her hot center that practically begged for him to enter already. 'Just need you a little.'
'I need you too, kero,' she whispered pressing her cheek against the wall and stealing a glance at him, 'I always feel empty without you.'
'Fuck, Tsu…,' he didn't finish. He couldn't because whether he controlled it or not then he began to push his dick inside her, and a ragged gasp was torn from her. It felt deliriously good like his whole world was shifting, and he had to bury his face in the crook of her neck to keep himself from moaning too loudly.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear little cries tumbling out of her lips. It wasn't even that she was tight, just that she was so small that her walls squeezed his dick like a vice. Using his grip on her hips, he pulled her back further onto him, until finally his hips were flush with her ass, and he was seated fully inside of her.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' Katsuki rambled, his hot breath fanning over her sweaty skin, 'You feel so good. Don't fucking date other guys. Don't fucking look at other guys. Ever. Fuck!'
Tsuyu was shaking as he slowly dragged his cock halfway out of her, 'K-kero-Katsuki-PLEASE!'
She had to clamp a hand over her mouth again when he shoved himself back fully inside of her. She might've been wet from her previous orgasm, but her pussy was still struggling to accommodate his dick. He always felt like he was actually piercing her with his cock. It was insane.
It was so hot, her walls spasming around him every time he moved inside of her. After a few painfully slow minutes, he could slide in and out of her with little resistance, and he began to fuck her in earnest.
Even with a hand over her mouth, Tsuyu couldn't stop herself entirely from making those cute little noises he loved to get out of her so much.
She kept her other hand on the wall, holding herself up.
Katsuki brought his free hand down to her other hip. With a solid grip on her, he could jerk her back onto his cock whenever he thrust into her, making her yelp each time he buried himself to the hilt.
She didn't have to do anything herself, little more than a doll in his grasp. The only thing she could do was keep herself from the front from scratching against the brick too much while he fucked her hard and fast.
It felt dirty and dark and disgusting – and absolutely delicious. He wanted her like this all the time, whimpering and crying on his cock. She looked so fucking pretty, her cheeks flushed and eyes watery. He could tell her lips were pressed together under her palm as she struggled to breathe. A part of him wished they weren't in such a public area, if only so he could hear her cry out.
'Fuck you're beautiful,' he told her and hid his face into her neck, 'How could you ever believe I would ever let anyone else have you?'
Tsuyu moaned loud enough that not even her hand completely muffled the sound.
He thrust into her hard enough to make her knees buckle.
With a ragged breath, he pulled his shaky hand away from her back and slid it down, between her body and the wall. He had to drag her skirt up the front, and then his fingers found her clit.
He pulled his head away so he could watch her face, gazing in awe at the way her eyelids fluttered closed, her cherry-red lips parted so beautifully that he had to fight the desire to kiss her again.
Something pained flickered across her face, but he knew a bolt of pleasure had run through her by the way her muscles flexed around his dick.
He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning, mesmerized by the way she forced her body to come again.
'Did you mean in? Tsuyu asked gritting her teeth, 'What you said?'
Katsuki nuzzled her neck, kissing it again hard enough to leave a mark, 'Don't believe me, Tsu-chan?'
His pace fastened growing impatient, 'What would you like a status update? A couple of photos on page six?'
He moved toward her face and nibbled at her earlobe, 'How about I fucking come inside you? Would that prove I'm all in?'
His words must have sent her over the edge as she abruptly spilled over once more, her walls squeezing his dick so hard that he could barely pull out of her. Desperately, her gummy walls spasmed around him, and an orgasm ripped through her body so strong he lost it too.
The second he was able to move again, he fucked into her even rougher than before. This time forced to clamp a hand around her mouth, so she wouldn't scream and alert everyone in the damn city. He bit down on her shoulder to keep from moaning as well, the only sounds were the slapping of skin, the squelching of his dick coming in and out of her juicy pussy, and cloth brushing against each other.
Somewhere between the moans and groans, Tsuyu managed to get, 'Don't– Don't finish inside me–kero!'
Katsuki closed his eyes, 'You sure? Because this pussy sure feels like it would like a proper taste from her boyfriend.'
'Katsuki,' whined the sea-green-haired heroine.
It was tempting, but Katsuki would never do anything Tsuyu didn't want to.
Right before he went over the edge, he used all his strength to hold himself back and then pulled himself out of her, and she cried into his palm from the sudden absence.
He moaned deeply into her neck as he spilled his cum on the ground at their feet, barely focused enough to keep it from getting on her.
When he was finally done, he slumped against her, his chest pressed up against her back.
'Fuck, Tsuyu.'
She sighed almost tiredly and threw herself against his chest her head under his throat, 'You're the worst. How am I supposed to go back there like this?'
Katsuki pulled a bit away from her so he wouldn't crush her too much with his weight and turned her around to look at her. She looked properly fucked, and all he could do was grin, 'You're not. Or did I fuck you so hard you forgot what I said, Tsu-chan. I'm not letting you back to that guy.'
She pressed her back against the wall still breathing hard. Her hair and clothes were messy now. Everyone would guess what happened just by looking at her. Katsuki felt properly proud of that.
'So what now?' she asked sounding almost hesitant and he pulled off his jacket and motioned for her to turn around.
Once she did, he explained, 'Now, I'm taking you home to shower and change. Then if you're up for it. I'm taking you somewhere nice. Wherever you want. Once we're done with that coupley shit I'm bringing you to my place and fucking you until we pass out. How does that sound?'
She fixed the long arms of the jacket and snatched her purse. He didn't even notice when she dropped it, 'So like a date?'
Katsuki smiled, 'Yeah, Froggy like a damn date. If you'll accept.'
She smiled back at him and took hold of his hand. It would probably take some time to get used to shit like that, but even Katsuki couldn't help but think it felt right, 'I accept, kero.'
They walked out of the alley.
He texted Eijiro and because he was feeling generous from finally ending this long week's nightmare, he told him to send the extra packing too and not wait around for Tsuyu any longer.
Good riddance, he thought proudly.
Koniec
A.N: Thank you for reading. Sorry, I wasn't around much. I hope to write more this month. Stay safe and have a lovely rest of the day.