The Drop - Part One
Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader
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The Scene - Part Two
DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.
You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!
Clutching at your necklace you take a deep breath. "Until five," you murmur. Tears threaten but you look up blinking, you don't have time to reapply your makeup. Trembling, you open your phone, clicking on favorites, you open his profile. Tears slip down your cheeks. "Shit," you sniffle. Fuck it now, you let them fall hot and wet down your face, screw the makeup. Sitting back on your hotel bed, you know you'll be late to the big breakfast opener. Clicking edit you slowly delete three letters and replace it with Eijiro. It looks strange seeing his name, when was the last time you even thought of him as anything but Sir?
It was at the club, after your breakup with another same old, same old type of guy. You'd been curious and found a local club hosting an informative event. Scared as shit you'd paid the cover and snuck in, sitting in the back. Huddled in a chair you watched wide eyed as the man on stage began putting restraints on a woman stripped down to her underwear. A soft chuckle next to you had ripped your gaze away, landing instead on the large redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"First time?" Kiri could see the telltale sign of frightened curiosity.
"Yeah," you breathe out shakily. Pointing to the stage you see the woman now blindfolded, "what's going to happen to her?" You're sure your heart has never beat faster as excitement and fear mingle into a new startling sensation.
"Whatever she asked for." Eijiro raised his small whiskey glass and sipped. He'd seen you slink into the crowd and work your way to the back. There was something about you. Soft but with an edge, he couldn't take his eyes off you, so when you'd sat down, he'd grabbed his drink and beelined for you before someone else gobbled you up.
"Wait!?" You glance up as the man pulled out horrendous looking whips. "Whatever she wants?!?" The woman was standing completely still as the man ran his gloved hands over her body, his whips gently caressing her skin. "I thought," you lean closer to whisper. "I thought it was up to him?"
Smiling Kiri shook his head, "how it happens is up to him but it's a negotiation beforehand. She has soft and hard limits as does he, both know what's allowed."
"Are they going to have sex?" You whisper quietly this time. Red hooded eyes appraise you. The smile staying on his face, Kiri shakes his head again.
"Two different things, this isn't about sex, it's about dom and sub together."
Looking back up, the man has begun whirling his whips, watching horrified you realize the woman is barely flinching, the whips are almost kissing her. "She's not screaming in pain." This earned another chuckle.
"She's in subspace."
"Subspace? What's that?"
"An amazing place but a dom has to be careful, when they're in subspace it can be easy to overwork your submissive."
"Overwork?"
Taking a deep breath Kiri set his drink down and patted the seat next to him. "Sit here, sorry, I don't know your name."
"I'm (y/n)," moving, you slide in next to him. At that moment you notice he's much bigger than you realized. "Oh," escapes from your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.
"Oh?" Eijiro tilts his head questioningly.
"You're bigger in real life."
"You know who I am?"
Laughing, you nudge him gently, "uh, yeah, Red Riot." His eyes flare in the dimly lit room.
"Why are you here (y/n)?"
Turning back to the stage you watch in fascination. The man is clearly hyper focused on the woman, every move he makes is deliberate and intentional, something flares in your stomach reaching down like a hand grabbing your clit suddenly, you almost groan out loud. "I think this might be something that would make me," you pause searching for the right word. Turning back to Kiri your heart leaps in your throat at the glint in his eyes, "happy?" You finish lamely.
"Happy?"
"Well, I'm not sure about that," you point to the stage, "but I just feel like something's kinda missing."
"Missing?" He echoes back at you.
Fidgeting, you shrug, "I'm successful, I have a good job and I'm good at running my life. I'm strong willed and have a bratty nature sometimes." You blush, "wow, that all just came outta my mouth."
"Good, I like hearing about you, what else?"
Shrugging, you smile, "everyone keeps telling me that I'm a dominant person but," you sigh, "I'm definitely an alpha, I can manage a million things with one hand and whip up a batch of cookies with the other."
"I love cookies," Eijiro winks.
"Oh, well, you know what I mean. I'm the person everyone comes to when something has to get done."
"So, what's missing?"
Taking a deep breath, you decide to just jump in the deep end, what could you lose? That's why you came here in the first place. "Dating men is hard and sex," you glance at Eijiro, "I - I like a man to take charge in the bedroom."
"But you want to take charge of your life?"
"Yeah," you breathe out, "maybe? Not always, but I think I want a man to be..." You look again at the restrained woman, the man is leaning over her and kissing her back, you can see his mouth moving, he's whispering to her. "That," you point to him, "a man to be like that."
That was it, for two months Kiri had talked to you, texting every day to ask about your day, wishing you a good morning and good night. Taking you to dinner or coffee depending on how your schedules worked. He was always probing, asking, finding out so much about you. At first you thought he wanted to date but as he dug deeper you realized he wanted something very different. Something that would be exactly what you were looking for, at least, you hoped. Then, it happened, when you'd finally slept with him, he'd taken you to such heights you'd begged him to take your body, your mind, to take everything. He'd looked at you with red eyes glowing.
"If you really want this, then I'm no longer Eijiro to you."
You sniffle at the memory, that was it, the last time you'd heard his name between the two of you.
"From now on I'm Sir."
He'd given you the collar a week later and you wore it anytime you were together. Sometimes you'd wear it out but since you weren't a full-time 24/7 sub, you generally didn't unless he was with you. For eighteen months you'd been in bliss. Being his submissive was more than you'd hoped, you'd always thought having someone tell you what to do would chaff. You were an alpha, you made the rules in your life, but it just didn't. He was demanding and exacting, doled out punishment when you were bratty, but he was never cruel or mean. He always held you and took care of you after every session. Then, your world collapsed. Four months ago, you were promoted, to head up the largest division of your company. A huge accomplishment, you'd been elated and devastated all at the same time. You had to move across the country. You had to leave Sir. At first you were going to turn it down.
"NO way!" you crossed your arms staring at Sir. "I'm not leaving you."
"Come here."
Getting up, you sat in his lap, he cradled you, rubbing on your back. "Beautiful girl, you are talented and amazing." He nuzzled your neck. "Don't let this stop you, you're going places. This was a time for you to learn and decide what you want in your personal life, now you need to conquer your professional life."
He'd been right, he always was, you'd moved away and tried long distance, but intimacy was so important to both of you that it began to show cracks and strain in the relationship. Finally, after trying to connect over the last two weeks, your phone had rung at 4am. Sitting straight up you had blinked realizing you were in a hotel. Sir flashed on the screen. Grabbing the phone, you clicked answer. "Sir?"
"Baby girl?"
His voice, smooth and rough at the same time tickled your senses. That was all it took for endorphins to flood your brain, your body felt the prickly sensation of chills as happiness coursed through your veins. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "I miss you."
"I know, where are you?"
"Some Pro-hero conference my company sponsored, that you declined!"
"I did?" He chuckled, "someone's gotta save the world while everyone else is playing."
"Ugh! You could've been here Sir!" You grouse.
"I know, but that would've just made things harder to stop baby girl." He sighed heavily.
"No, we don't need to stop!"
"Listen," his tone firm, "we both know you crave touch desperately, it's what makes you tick."
"It does," you can barely speak as your throat constricts around your sorrow.
"Plus, I know you've been wanting more, even with me. I think you're ready to find someone full-time."
"Not right now!" You clench your jaw, just the thought of someone else makes your skin crawl.
"It's time (y/n), I'm never gonna tell you what to do after today. We'll be back to just being friends again, okay?"
"Okay," you mumble, your head almost fuzzy from despair.
"After I hang up, you're going to go back to bed, don't think about this. It's early there and you have a big day today. When you wake up, you're going to open your phone and change my profile name back to Eijiro. Hear me?"
"I do Sir, I mean," you stopped, you weren't ready to say his name. "I have one favor to ask."
"What?" His voice is clipped, you cringe at his tone.
"Can I wear my collar one more day?" He went quiet, you knew he was thinking, debating on the answer.
"Until five your time. At the end of the day, I expect a photo of your throat with no collar at 5:01 sharp. That's the last command you'll ever get from me."
"No punishment if I don't?" You tease, the bratty side of you rearing its ugly head.
"What do you think?" His voice stern.
Sucking in a deep breath, you nod, "I'll send the photo."
"You know, when you get back, there's a friend of mine that lives near you. He might be someone you could connect with, until you find your 24/7."
"No, I - I can't even think about that."
"Well, when you're ready, let's talk. Maybe I can come for a visit, I'll introduce you. We can all hang out as friends."
"I'd like that Eijiro," you frown, the name just felt wrong in your mouth.
You'd finally hung up the phone and followed his orders exactly, your brain and body never fought him. You'd fallen back asleep and now, you'd changed his name.
Heading back to the bathroom, you quickly fix your makeup, the first texts asking where you were starting to come through your phone. "Time to be the boss lady," you grimace and adjust your necklace carefully, touching the small circle smiling, "until five."
The day had been hectic, as always everyone was running to you for help. The kitchen had messed up on the lunch specifications for the food allergies and you'd had to jump in and order from a local restaurant twenty gluten free meals. The panel was going well now though and you'd been assured that the drinks and dinner buffet was getting set up as the day was winding down.
Sitting near the back you listened to several of the Pro-Heroes debate different issues. Watching the five on stage, your eyes kept moving back to the spiky blonde sitting at the end. Every time he talked, you chuckled. He was gorgeous, even from the distance you could see he was big, almost like, your brain had to pause... Eijiro, red eyes too but he was so different. Where Eijiro was patient and caring, you could see Bakugou was edgy and forceful, not waiting for anything. Standing up, the time for the panel was ending, it was almost 5:00. Clutching your collar, you take a deep breath.
"Explosion! You're not listening to what I'm saying."
"Dunce Head, not only did I listen but I'm freaking disagreeing." Katsuki huffed, eyeing the suits stuffed in the room. He hated these gigs, somewhere he'd crossed his wires and accidentally accepted. "I think shoving people into rocket ships and shooting them into outer space is ridiculous." He turned off the microphone, he was fucking done. In the back a woman stood up and began pacing along the rear panels. He arched a brow, now there was someone that knew how to dress. The outfit was impeccable but sexy, clinging to her curves and still leaving some to the imagination. Sighing, he waited for the other extras to finish babbling, now Raccoon Eyes was going off on some tangent. They looked back at him, he turned on the microphone, "what?"
"She asked you a question," Sero nodded to Mina.
"Look, I appreciate everyone coming out to hear all of this but just because we're Pro-Heroes doesn't mean we're smart, I mean listen to Dunce Head here." The crowd laughed. He saw sexy suit begin moving quickly towards them. He smiled, of course, she was probably in charge. "I mean, we're really just a bunch of meat heads," seeing the reaction on sexy suit's face, he chuckled. Her pace doubled as she launched herself up to the stage.
Snatching the microphone from Bakugou, you smile at the crowd. "This has been a great panel. Thank you to all of our Pro-Heroes for participating, drinks will be served right outside and the dinner buffet will be out on the lawn. It's a beautiful evening so let's enjoy." A round of applause rippled loudly through the large ballroom. Clicking the microphone off, you glare at the blonde sitting on the stool, his big body balanced precariously. He beamed at you. "No," you waggle your finger at him. "You almost messed this up, no smiling, go get a drink and be nice."
"I've been fucking nice all day."
Hands on your hips, you shake your head, "may I advise you next time Mr. Explosion, if my invitation shows up in your mailbox, just say no!" Turning, you smile at the others taking their microphones. One of the techs running up on stage helping with the equipment.
"(y/n)," you look up to see the CEO crossing over to the stage calling your name.
"Oh, excuse me everyone, do you mind meeting our CEO for a moment? He's been hoping to meet you, but the day's been so crazy."
"Sure," Sero stops to wait with Denki, Mina and Shinso. "Oh, but Bakugou is already leaving."
"What?!" You can see his spiky blonde head moving out to the bar. "I'll be right back." Jumping down from the stage your feet scream at you. "I know, I know, later I promise a full foot massage, but I gotta get him back," your whisper to your aching feet.
"Bakugou," you call as you weave through the crowd. "Bakugou!" Trying to get close, you finally call out loudly, "KATSUKI!" Several heads turn and look, including his. Blushing red, you motion for him to come back. Even from the distance you hear him click his tongue, nodding he turns and walks back.
"Miss me?" He laughs.
"Almost, not really," you laugh nervously. "But my CEO does and he really wants to meet all of you." Fidgeting, you peek at your phone. You don't have much time and you really want to sit quietly for at least five minutes before taking it off. If this brat will just cooperate.
Peering at you, your hand catches his eye. He tips his head. "That's a beautiful necklace."
"What?" You glance down, pulling your hand away. You didn't know you were even touching it. "Thanks, I um, would you go back and say hi for me?" He stands looking at you, red eyes simmering a soft crimson color. Stepping closer, he stands over you looking down. Slipping his finger under your necklace, he looks closely at the design, a blonde brow arches.
"Depends on how you ask."
The heat from his body was almost oppressive, he was so close. He was big, bigger than Eijiro. His black shirt and pants covering what you could see now was a very well-built body. "I'm not sure what you mean... um, please?" You brow furrows as you back up. "Could you please go back and say hi to my CEO?"
"Good enough," he smiles, turning as he walks back to the stage.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you head to the bar. Checking your phone, you see you have three minutes left. The bar is relatively quiet as most people have spilled out onto the large lawn and are enjoying the music and drinks outside. Waving towards the bartender, you smile wide, "vodka tonic, please." You point to the last chair at the bar, heading to your seat, you sit, leaning on the wall, exhausted.
"Here you go," setting the drink down, the bartender winks and heads back to take more orders.
Taking a long sip, you pull out your phone. Using the glass as a stand, you flip to selfie mode. The shot is perfect, framing your neck. Reaching up, you unclasp the necklace and hit the timer, counting down, 3..2..1.. The phone clicks as the photo shows in the corner. Opening your texts, you send it to him. It's 5:01 exactly. His last command. You try not to think about it, realization dawning that it's over. The icy chill floods your brain first, like someone dumping a bucket of freezing water over your head. You can feel your body starting to shake. "Fuck," you hold yourself, wrapping your arms around your body. "Not fucking now," you seethe at yourself.
"Hey (y/n)."
Sitting up quickly, you clamp your mouth shut trying to stop your chattering teeth, your brain is frozen solid, you try to focus. "Mr. President," you can hear your words sound slightly slurred, you see him eye your drink. "Sorry, just got the chills suddenly, long day." You can feel your body and brain starting to disconnect. Not now, not now. You manage to keep your eyes on the President.
"Bakugou was asking about you," as he turns you see him, your vision is so limited you hadn't even noticed him there.
"He was?" you try to sound cheerful, but the sadness is starting to hit now. Glancing at the doors, you need to get out.
"He said he didn't get to meet the person in charge, so here you go. Katsuki, please meet (y/n)."
"Thanks," Katsuki pauses, he can see something is wrong. Your face is pale, deathly white and a shimmer of sweat has sprung up along your forehead. Those beautiful eyes are darting between him and the door. You look like a deer caught in headlights.
"I'll leave you two alone, I have to go get the ceremony started." Turning he disappears into the crowd leaving you staring at those intense red eyes, which were staring at your neck.
"What happened to your necklace?"
"Ng," you can barely think now, "it's, um...gone, time to be gone." Backing up, you turn, "I have to go," you force out in a whisper.
"Wait, are you okay?" Settling his hands on your shoulders, he can feel your body shaking uncontrollably. "Shit, are you sick?"
"Room," you whisper, eyes looking up desperately at him. "Please," you beg softly.
"What room?"
"515," almost collapsing, you feel his arm hold you steady as he guides you out of the crowded room and to the elevator. "Should I call a doctor?"
"No, not like that." You know what's happening. You've dealt with it so many times over the past eighteen months, but never alone, not without Eijiro.
Getting off the elevator, you fumble in your purse pulling out your key. Your hand shaking so badly, he reaches out to hold your wrist steady. "Thanks," you mumble. Opening the door, you practically fall onto the bed. Yanking off your heels, you strip from your suit.
"Ah, (y/n)?" Katsuki can see your beyond gone. Your eyes practically rolling back in your head, you're shaking so hard now. Grimacing as he watches you try to unbutton your blouse, he sits next to you and gently begins to unbutton. "Shhh, hang on."
"Th-thank you."
Pulling off your blouse, he reaches behind and unzips your skirt, slowly pulling it down your legs. Looking back up, he squints at you, something clicks in place. "Are you dropping?"
Eyes wide, you crawl into the bed, pulling the comforter around you. Closing your eyes, you nod.
"Your necklace, that was a collar, wasn't it? You took it off tonight. Did your Dom leave you?"
Tears trickling down your cheeks, you shake your head. "No, moved apart."
"And that happened today?" Katsuki rubs your body, his big hands moving slowly over every curve warming you up.
"Kind of, today was his last command," you manage a coherent sentence, you almost laugh. You could hear his tongue click.
"Can I talk to him?"
"To Sir?" You shake your head, "I mean, Eijiro?" Blonde brows snap upward.
"Wait, Eijiro? You're her?"
"Her? Who's her?"
"Fuck," grabbing his phone Katsuki hit speed dial, listening to the phone ring pacing the floor. "C'mon fucker," he heard him pick up.
"Fucker here," Eijiro laughs, "what's up Bakugou? Haven't heard your snarling voice in a while."
"Hey Red, listen up. I've got (y/n) here and she's in a full sub drop. She's in bad shape, I need you to help me out."
"Fuck, wait? What the fuck? You're with (y/n)?"
"Yeah, something about taking her collar off today?"
"She sent me the picture right at 5:01 your time."
"You broke a Dom Sub relationship over the fucking phone?" Katsuki was ready to punch him, what an idiot.
"We had to, no choice! Fuck, you're together?" Eijiro couldn't quite wrap his head around what he was telling him.
"I'm at some event her company is hosting."
"When do you go to that shit?"
"Shitty Hair! Fuck, listen up, what does she need me to do?"
"Oh, sorry man. Well, she likes grilled cheese, hot chocolate, stupid movies and um, well." Eijiro laughed shyly. "She likes it when I cuddle with her naked."
Glancing down at you, Katsuki lets out a sigh, "okay, got it."
"Take care of her Kat, she's special, not like anyone I've ever subbed before. She's the one I mentioned to you, that moved near you. I thought...well I guess you've met now. She gets really big sub drops. Really emotional and when she finally releases, let's completely go. No one like her. Let me know once she's back to normal."
"Yeah, okay." Hanging up Katsuki squats down, sliding his thumb under your chin, he pulls you up to stare into your eyes. "I just talked to Eijiro."
"You did?"
Watching your eyes light up at his name makes him grit his teeth, no reason to get jealous he chides himself. "He told me how to help you, so hang in there," grabbing the remote he punches in the guide. "Pick out a movie you want to watch and I'll order you some food."
"Can I have some ice cream?"
"You want ice cream?" He smiles softly, "not hot chocolate or grilled cheese?"
"No more, that's over," blinking back tears, you twist your lips thinking. "Now I want ice cream and a hamburger."
Laughing, Katsuki smoothes your hair back, "you are something else aren't you? Proud of you princess, gonna get through this quick, okay?"
"Okay," burrowing into the comforter, you begin clicking through the movies. An old Marilyn Monroe black and white pops on, you turn up the sound and nestle in to watch.
After hanging up with room service, Katsuki moves around to the other side of the bed and lays on the comforter. Putting his hand on your body, he can feel you shivering. "Still cold?"
"Yeah, but it'll go away," you try to sound strong.
"Eijiro mentioned that he cuddled with you?" Pulling down the comforter wrapped around your head, he peeks into the small opening. "Why don't we do that? It might help you warm up."
"W-What?" Pushing back the cover completely, you stare at him incredulously, "but you don't know me, I don't know you!"
Taking a deep breath, Katsuki rubs his hand through his spikes. "Listen (y/n), I'm a Dom like Eijiro. We got into this lifestyle at the same time. I understand what's happening and how important it is for you to get through this quickly, otherwise you'll get really depressed, right?"
"Yeah," tears well in your eyes, "you really understand?"
"I do, so I'm only take off my shirt, gonna leave on my pants and hold you, is that enough?"
"Yeah, that's good," a soft red blush flushes your cheeks.
"That's cute," Bakugou smiles, touching your nose. "I like that princess." Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls himself in under the covers. Sliding up behind you, he gently cradles you against his chest. Laying one arm down the length of your body.
His heat was like a furnace, thawing your skin. The chills coursing through your body retreat as waves of his body heat ripple through you. It was like the sun pushing through the clouds on a rainy day, sighing softly, you felt every muscle that was clenched finally relax.
"There you go," he coos in your ear. "You're beautiful," he kisses your cheek softly, running his large hand down your hip and leg, warming you. "Simply and absolutely stunning."
"Thanks," you murmur, feeling your body going limp. Your eyes grow heavy, you feel yourself getting tugged down. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift away.
You weren't sure how long you were out, but a knock at the door startles you awake.
"Shhh,"Katsuki murmurs. "It's just your food, I'm gonna get up and get everything for us." Climbing out of bed, he pulls on his shirt quickly answering the door.
You could hear him chatting with the room service clerk briefly before pulling in the small table, letting the door close behind him, he was alone. Letting out a long breath, relief washed over you. You were worried he'd let the person in. You hated seeing strangers when you dropped. Watching him you almost laugh, he was a complete stranger. So...Why did it feel like you'd known him forever? Pushing the table next to the bed, he lifts the lid on your hamburger and ice cream. Your stomach growls loudly. He scowls slightly.
"When did you eat last?"
"Um, oh...at the, um," you struggle to sit up with the comforter still wrapped around you. You're embarrassed to admit you've barely eaten.
"Don't lie to me."
Your eyes snap up staring at him, your stomach quivers deliciously from the tone of his voice. "Breakfast," you reply automatically. Looking down you open the ketchup pouring it on your hamburger. What the hell just happened?
"Good girl," a smile tugs on his lips. "Then you need to eat." Pulling up a chair, he sits across from you lifted another lid. "Ordered myself one too," he piles everything on grinning at the huge stack.
"Thanks, I hate eating by myself." You munch quietly on your burgers. Marilyn was running around on the screen with her classic hairdo and sunglasses. You've seen the movie a million times but it always makes you laugh. Every now and then you sneak a peek at the large blonde. His red eyes catch you and he smirks at you, silently chewing. You can feel the heat on your cheeks.
"Looks like your chills are gone."
"They are, thanks." Your body is finally relaxed. "I'm not ready to come out of the blanket though," you pout softly.
"Whatever you want princess," finishing his hamburger, Katsuki picks up the bowl of ice cream. "Ready?"
"Yeah," you push the last of your burger away. Standing, he moves the table out of the way and drags his chair to the edge of the bed, sitting down in front of you. Spooning the melting sweetness, he holds up the spoon to your mouth.
Drawing back, you give him an incredulous look. "What are you doing?"
"Feeding you."
Rolling your eyes, you laugh, "I can feed myself."
"Do you want ice cream?"
Again, his tone, a different kind of shiver races up your spine. "Yes," you nod. He holds up the spoon waiting. Opening your mouth, he grins wickedly, letting you tongue the icy cream off the spoon.
"Better when someone feeds you."
Blushing again, you smile, "it is."
"More?"
"Well of course," you grin. "I promise to eat every last drop, I love my sweets."
"A sweet tooth huh?" He holds up another gooey spoonful.
"My whole life, I always preferred sweets to salt."
"Not me, I'm the salty kind."
"Yeah you are," laughing you dip down hiding your smile. You can hear him clicking his tongue.
"I'm feeding you ice cream and I get shit?"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, we'll see, payback's a bitch princess." Spooning the ice cream slowly, he finally holds up the empty bowl. "Here," he hands you the bowl, his red eyes blazing.
"Here what?"
"You said every drop."
"I did, I ate it all."
"Nope, there's still some in the bowl, if you said every drop, then you mean it. Why don't you finish it?"
Looking at the empty bowl, you furrow your brow. "O-Okay, can you hand me the spoon?" There really wasn't enough to scoop.
"This bowl is gonna have to be licked out Princess," Katsuki cocks a grin at you.
"Licked?" You repeat, your jaw falling open. You shake your head. "I'm on a sub drop and you want me to lick the bowl?"
Reaching out, he runs his finger down your cheek lightly. "You promised me and in my world promises are always kept."
His tone again, a shiver races across your skin. Your eyes grow wide. "But.."
"Someone's gotta get every bit." Taking the bowl he lifts it, "I can lick it for you, since you're on a drop, would you like that?"
Staring at him you swallow hard, your stomach bursts with butterflies as every nerve comes alive. He's not really asking. "Yes," the word Sir almost slips out. You bite your lip.
"You got it," locking his red eyes onto yours, he begins sweeping his tongue through the melted ice cream, slurping loudly for effect. Winking, he never looks away but carefully twists the bowl, letting his tongue devour every inch. Setting the now clean bowl on the table he licks his lips.
"Was it good?" Your voice is small, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest. All you can think about is his tongue.
"I bet you taste better," chuckling he stands and heads to the bathroom to wash the ice cream off his face.
Flipping over you stare at his bare back, muscles rippling as he walks. You realize that you're not breathing. Did he really just say that? Turning out the bathroom light, he climbs back into bed.
"I think I'm warm now."
"Well, that's too bad, 'cause this is where I'm staying tonight."
"Tonight?" You squeak back.
"Yep, Eijiro made me promise to look after you until the end. Since I had to lick your ice cream bowl, I'd say you're still dropping, so," he pulls you back into his arms. "I'll stay." Caressing your arm softly, he kisses your shoulder.
"Alright, um," you glance over your shoulder, "did you want to take off your suit pants and be more comfortable?"
A grin splits his face, "I was hoping you'd ask."
"Just to be comfortable!" You huff as he shimmies out of his pants.
"Of course, comfort." Pulling you back into his arms, he holds you, waiting until you relax.
"Thank you, Bakugou," you whisper. You can hear him grunt.
"You don't like that?"
"Nope."
"Katsuki?"
"For now."
Turning, you look up into his red eyes gleaming at you. "For now?"
Smiling, he reaches up to turn off the light. "For now, you can call me Katsuki, but," his lips brush your cheek, "I think there's a better name for you to call me someday."
🛑TOL - This was so much fun to write!
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