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Where did all your self control go?

'What self control- you never do this-!' You blushed cursing yourself.

His hands were roaming everywhere now- you shivered and struggled to suck in air as if you were out of breath. His calluses grazed your smooth skin going up from your stomach over your bra to grip your breast through the fabric.

You groaned, biting your lip.

The slight smell of something akin to gasoline filled your nose- and you realized the smokey scent of a fire must've left over from the previous explosion despite him washing his hands.

Focus.

"You still gonna resist me? I can feel nearly everything you feel... you know that much..." he grinned pressing you up against the counter more, both of your elbows now resting on the cool granite top as he bent you over slightly.

"I... w-we... we shouldn't..." you whispered, feeling the confliction rising.

You didn't want to be a statistic, you knew he wasn't new to this- but the way it made you feel was amazing, why not just give in.

He seemed aggravated by your resistance.

He was.

He could only tell that you were hesitating and aroused- and worried.

It made him feel worried.

He hated that.

"What's the problem? You worried one of your other boyfriends will get hurt?" He inched his other hand down your shorts, easily flicking off the button, tugging it down.

You mewled and clamped your legs- but the heat between them was palpable, you knew you were just as excited.

It was too much when you felt him press his sizable bulge against your ass, you tried to cool yourself down by placing your head down in your arms, trying not to grind back.

He was big- and hot... all over.

His words stung a little- you began to think what it would look like if they found out what you did so soon- but you were a grown woman, if you wanted to do things with your body consensually you could.... still though.. it would seem like you made a choice.

But was Katsuki really making a choice with you? He never did mention the relationship- he went with his instincts and you knew what THAT made him want to do.

"You're already wet right here _____..." he growled, going back to nibbling your neck and leaving hot trails with his tongue.

You squeaked when you felt him shove his hands down the front of your shorts, rubbing two fingers back and forth along your sensitive slit through your panties.

"M-mmh- I- I didn't say you c-could-!" You tried to get up but he bucked his hips back against you- letting you feel what you were doing to him too again. It was throbbing at this point.

He smothered your back in his body, you found it so hard to resist.... but...

"Rrgh! Just give in dumbass-! Stop acting like you don't want this- want me..." his upper hand slid up under your bra and groped your tit, the nipple was already straining against the fabric, and just grazing it with the pad of his finger made you tremble- he tugged it expertly.

"I- B-Bakugo I... I do but... this isn't.... its not... right..." you mumbled, and with the words out your lips you opened your eyes and straightened up slightly, looking over your shoulder at him for the first time since this whole thing.

The glow of your body died down enough for him to look at you too- you looked so beautiful, he kept his eyes trained on yours.

You looked like a goddess.

"I want to... but we can't..." and like a bolt of electricity he felt a pang of pain prick at his chest.

With a heavy growl he slid his hands back and slammed his hands on the counter outside yours, screwing his eyes shut as he dropped his head on your shoulder.

"Fuck-! Why are you making this so difficult- you want it you take it-! Don't be a cowar-"

You turned to him and stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a kiss.

It was sweet and loving.

And it freaked him the fuck out-

Because his chest fluttered and he felt bugs (Er butterflies) in his stomach.

He tensed up for a moment before pressing back into you- trying to dominate the kiss- gain some composure- but he had nowhere near the force as before.

Your hands caressed his jaw as you tilted your head and the glow picked up.

But even in the pleasure of it- the kiss felt like you were saying:

I'm sorry, don't be hurt

And he drank it like it was the last drop of water, not realizing it was something he needed.

He couldn't compete with the sweet sincerity and affection of the kiss, he pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, a mild glare in his eyes but you could tell it was a pout.

"Dammit... whatever..." he tried to pull away but you smiled and held his hips, reaching up to kiss him again.

He complied, seemingly pacified for now.

"Don't tempt me..." he warned in his low growl.

You nodded and leaned down.

"Okay... so, you said you wanted to train?" You asked optimistically.

He huffed a bit before turning away, trying to control himself better this time.

"Yeah. I have a few moves I want to brush up on." He spoke, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down his erection.

You giggled and nodded.

"Can I watch?" You fixed your shirt and walked towards your room.

"I'm just gonna shower really quick and change- I can meet you there." You smiled innocently.

He thought about you in the onsen and made a tch noise with his mouth.

You found it cute.

"Its not exactly safe for you to be standing near my explosions when I get so focused training. If there's a viewing area sure, if not you're shit outa luck." He said so stalking off.

This time you could tell he was inviting you- and it was sweet he was thinking about your safety.

"There is- I'll be there in 30!" You called after him, unable to stop your smile.

He made a grunt as if to reply and kept walking, glad to have a bit of time to calm down- refocus.

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Through all the... activities you hadn't noticed your phone had gone off. Just 2 calls though- from Todoroki.

You recalled your memory of the silent bi-colored boy. He seemed pleasant enough to be around, but already you found it might be a bit... difficult to keep up conversation, he wasn't exactly the talkative type during interviews even- what little you saw...

But making assumptions wasn't fair- maybe he was better one on one. You quickly undressed and went into the onsen, only needing to rinse off quickly.

All of these fit attractive males around you was making you crazy. You told yourself to have some control, maybe set a time limit you'd try to wait.

But Katsuki...

You soaked a bit in the pool, already feeling your stings calm down a bit as you dipped your head in.

He was the most forward right now as it seemed- but there was such a fragile sweetness to him, but what if he was a player... what if he was just he bad boy everyone wanted....

It didn't seem like he was being insincere when he told you he didn't care what other people thought... but that could be for anything true or not.

Somehow the thought of just being another notch on his headboard really ached in your chest. If you couldn't be with him fully, you didn't want to be friends with benefits either... you felt the chemistry so strong- maybe you were scared of getting your feelings hurt.

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He couldn't believe how many feelings he had been feeling- your worry and anxiety, your hesitation, he didn't exactly have a choice in feeling a bit of them too with the quirk, and it made him unlike himself.

The way you had kissed him to calm I'm down- it was like a balm that eased his frustration when you told him the two of you shouldn't continue.

He wasn't ready to face if the rejection hurt because he was so aroused or if he hated the thought of you rejecting HIM personally.

He began with a few stretches before running on the treadmill. The more sweat the more firepower.

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The shower ended up taking close to an hour- only because after you had to decide what to wear for the evening.

There was a part of you that begged to to attract him and be seen, and another part of you knew you were both dancing a fine line between attraction and control.

You opted for a black workout crop top and some matching workout leggings.

It still burned when anything touched your back- so it would have to do.

You could only hear the loud explosions when you opened the lead gym door on the third floor.

Its entryway was a part of the viewing room, and already you could see down below that he was practicing. His explosions were blinding- the smell of smoke was in the air.

He was amazing.

His muscles flexed and he was covered in sweat- it looked like he was trying to do a series of wall jumps using his explosions to propel him to farther and farther pillars at breakneck speeds.

It was a marvel- you walked to the edge of the thick glass and stared, nobody would look away.

This was the first time since the Sports Festival program on the tv you had seen him.

His moves were precise, he had jumped up along at least 6 walls in the stadium- but on the seventh he shot himself too hard and ended up ramming his opposite shoulder in the new wall, cracking through it.

"Shit!" He cursed, and without missing a beat he jumped down the 20 feet and dusted off his shoulder, immediately jumping back up again with the propulsion of his explosions and starting back up- going back and forth higher and higher.

His focus and skill was impressive- you knew why he was the best.

Looking down at your little gym bag you had brought you pulled out a water and sipped some, having wanted to offer him some but not wanting to disturb him.

You felt the small string of connection bind you two the closer he got from jumping from wall to wall- the electricity was a dull tingle. He seemed to notice- and with a confident grin he made a particularly big explosion shooting himself so high he grappled into the ceiling with another hole he had previously created and aimed his fist at the glass some 20 feet away.

You could feel the heat through the glass, sucking in a breath at the magnificent explosion- smoke clouded the window and you couldn't see anything. Not a moment later he was up against the glass, panting heavily. You gasped softly and felt a heat in your face at the sight of him up close and sweaty.

Damn.

He knew you were taking him in, a cocky laugh shot out that was so sexy you scrunched up your face and turned around.

"——-____?"

You couldn't hear him through the glass but a mumble, but you bet it was something snarky.

You picked up your bag and wanted to head to the treadmill, you needed to blow off some steam too.

He left you alone for a bit and you heard more of the explosions, and after a 30 minute run you were sweaty and a bit less amped. You felt his eyes on you from behind, but decided not to speak up.

But he stood there for a long time so you had to.

"You gonna stare all day?" You panted, glancing over your shoulder, grabbing the bars on the side to steady yourself as your feet still ran.

He was against the doorway grinning, panting himself.

"You're gonna need a lot more laps to conquer a body like yours..." he said so walking over.

He snatched your water bottle from the holder and guzzled it all down.

You scoffed and continued to run, resisting the blush.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" You huffed grinning.

"I'm not against you staying fit, but it was nice having your ass pressed against me earlier." He teased dropping your empty bottle back in the holder.

What a tease.

You blushed almost tripping on yourself, grabbing the side rails harder as you tried to wrack your brain for a response.

"Y-you! At least recycle the bottle if you're gonna drink it all!" You huffed, not daring to look at him.

He chuckled evilly and went over to the mats to stretch.

You both knew you had palpable sexual tension. It was so easy to tip over now- you didn't know how you thought you could last even a week, but the thought again made you pick up the speed of the run, trying to escape your thoughts in exhaustion.

He watched you like a leopard in the underbrush, sitting down to reach over and stretch to reach his toes, a few cracks from his torso sounded.

"Your technique was... really cool.." you spoke out panting, trying to keep the peace.

He felt himself swell in pride- basking in the praise as always.

"It is isn't it? I thought about using it to save some of my fuel instead of shooting straight up." He said thoughtfully shifting into a low lunge.

You had to stop the run- it was nearly 50 minutes now, you were gassed out.

You reached into your bag and pulled out the other bottle, chugging it before plopping down next to him, stretching your hamstrings too.

"Flexible huh..." he mumbled, you rolled your eyes and reached.

He left it at that and did a few more stretches with his shoulder, tugging his elbow over his head with a small groan.

You noticed his hand was twitching a bit, and sat up.

"Gimme your hand." You held you palm out.

He raised a brow but complied.

You began rubbing your thumb along his calloused palm, watching his finger contract slightly.

"You don't seem to be taking care of one of your most important assets." You chided him softly, he blew out some air loudly and leaned forward, resting his arm on his thigh.

"Yeah well, I figure its gonna hurt anyways- I'm numb to the pain by now." He closed his fist giving it a few crack before you made him open it, gingerly rubbing your thumb into the thick flesh hard- his hand muscles were ridiculously thick and tight.

"It at least makes it feel more comfortable..." you grumbled, massaging small circles into the knuckle area of his palm, he made a pleased sound and leaned back, closing his eyes.

"Pain is a part of the job. Thanks though." He glanced over at the opposite wall, not facing you.

You set his hand down and went to the other, he let you- he was pretty tired from today, he had gone extra hard before you came in so that he could blow off some frustration, he didn't think he'd make his hands convulse as bad as they did though.

You worked at his hand, your own fingers cracking a few times as you rubbed and ran your fingers along the sides and rubbed each digit around the joints of his bones.

"I'm no expert, I just know it feels good after I write something." You responded smiling softly, glad to be of some help.

After a few minutes you let go, placing your hands in your lap before stretching your arms overhead.

"I guess I'll need another shower." You laughed standing up.

He got up too, wiping his face with a towel before grabbing your bag.

"Make it quick. I'll cook something real fast so I can head to bed." You tried to hide your slight disappointment at his admittance, but he was a hero- you didn't know how early he would have to get up, but you recalled him being up and finished working out yesterday by 7am.

He probably got up even earlier to workout before going to work.

He didn't want to make you worry about going on a mission- not that you should really care.

He went to the locker shower and stripped.

He heard you leave the gym and sighed.

After getting under the warm spray he thought of you and everything that went on today- and the event in the kitchen drifted in his mind pleasantly. He gave an exasperated sigh.

"Easy now Katsuki....you got work tomorrow..." he turned the water to cold.

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You took the quickest shower ever and came out in a comfy pajama dress, slippers and all.

He was already in the kitchen though- dressed in a black tank top and black shorts as he finished up what looked to be battered fish.

"Fish and chips?" You asked curiously, sitting at the counter.

You were surprised he picked something unhealthy.

"Its my cheat food- I worked out twice today, I deserve it." He sprinkled a generous amount of something red into the pan and your nose tickled with the spice.

"I'm not complaining." You chuckled waiting patiently.

He looked somewhat calm when he cooked, a towel draped on his shoulder for immediately wiping down any oil splatters as he finished his piece. You had noticed he had already made you a plate that was covered in foil- it wasn't spicy.

When he finished plating his he tossed the foil and handed you the plate, going to the table to eat.

You followed suit, bringing some water over for you two and sitting down.

"Thank you for the meal master chef." You smiled digging in- he even made tartar sauce.

You dipped it in generously and took a bite- he frowned looking to you.

"That was mine."

Ohshit

It was spicy as hell.

"I put yours on your other side-" he got up and went to get you some milk.

Your eyes watered and you coughed slightly, feeling some come up your nose making everything burn.

"Oh..." your voice hoarsed out.

Jesus it felt like fire ants congealed into liquid and all decided to bite your tongue at the same time- your throat itched like crazy and you tried not to breathe yet because it made you want to cough.

"I mean- spice is okay but oh my god how do you taste the food Bakugo-!" You coughed gulping down the glass as he cackled.

"Its just how I like my food! You really can't catch a break." He snickered handing you a paper towel to wipe your nose.

How sexy.

"Ohhh... oh my gosh and my stomach burns.... how do you not have stomach ulcers.." you groaned finishing the glass of milk before trying to get the taste out by eating the rest of your food- it was delicious.

"I'm just tough like that. Sorry though." He said so with a smirk- so you gave him a glare and shook your head before a laugh crept up.

"It makes sense."

You both laughed and finished the meal.

When it was done you got up and offered to do the dishes, he said he'd do them faster but you wouldn't have any of it- he had paid and made dinner 3 times now, you refused.

"Go to bed dummy. I saw how hard you trained earlier." You pushed him away, he looked annoyed but reluctantly took another swig of water before heading to his room.

"Night _____." He called out.

"Goodnight Spice King." You called out washing the dishes.

He scoffed and went to his room- smiling.

He liked the stupid nickname.

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