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A cheerful ping in the other room drew my attention up from the task of brushing my back molars. Cocking my head to one side, I studied the reflection in the mirror for a brief moment and considered ignoring it until I was done with all my nighttime rituals. It was probably just one of my friends sending a stupid meme or something. Certainly nothing that couldn't wait. But curiosity won out in the end and, still lackadaisically scrubbing the toothbrush across my teeth, I turned to walk into my bedroom. Stepping around the bed, I snatched my phone off the sheets where I'd left it. My brows shot up when I saw it was a message from my boyfriend and I quickly read the text, blood instantly pounding in my ears.
I got my license today.
I read it again. Then again. Letting out a closed mouth squeal around my toothbrush, I unlocked the screen with anxious fingers. I was already typing before the device even had enough time to catch up and I had to delete the garbled mess of autocorrected words it generated so I could start over. Excitement thrummed through my body when I finally hit the send button.
Yes!! I knew you could do it! Good job!
The dots indicating that Bakugou was typing sprang into existence almost immediately. Feeling giddy and light, I distractedly shuffled back into the attached bathroom so I could spit out the toothpaste in my mouth. I was so proud of him and I hoped he was able to give himself the credit he deserved for this milestone. Failing the first exam had been a hard pill to swallow after all, but he'd worked harder than anyone else to correct those mistakes.
I don't know what I would've done if that half-and-half bastard passed and I didn't. I'm glad to be done with it!
I slowed to a stop in front of the sink as I read Bakugou's reply and smiled to myself. His perceived rivalry with that Todoroki boy would be the end of him, I was sure of it. But this wasn't the time to chide him about such things and, leaving the toothbrush poking out of the corner of my mouth, I took the phone with both hands so I could type a little quicker.
Well, you got your license and that's all that matters! I think a celebration is in order! Wanna' come over? ; )
A prolonged moment passed before he started to respond. The dots wiggled on the screen and then disappeared. Seconds later they made another appearance before once again fading away. That he didn't seem to know how to respond to my suggestion was an amusing notion in and of itself, and I waited eagerly for his reply. He had a propensity for being a bit of wild card, so it was often hard to guess how he'd react to things and I wasn't too sure what to expect from him. After what seemed like many minutes went by, the message finally came through.
Fuck off. Do you have any idea what time it is?
My gaze darted to the clock at the top of the screen. It was only nine PM. How typical of him. Rolling my eyes, I typed my response – well, I can't exactly sneak into the dorms, now can I? - then sat the phone aside on the counter. I removed the toothbrush from my mouth and leaned over the sink, spitting out the foamy paste. His next text came through much quicker this time, but I made him wait while I finished up at a casual, unhurried speed. Another message pinged as I was drying my hands. Frowning slightly, I wondered if he was actually upset with me. I'd shrug it off as being a joke if pressed, but I couldn't exactly deny that I missed him. He'd been so busy with school these last few months and we hadn't gotten to hang out much at all. Truth be told I was willing to use almost any excuse to see him and, really, it wasn't my fault he'd waited until now to text me. The make-up exam had been hours ago. Already steeling myself for a healthy serving of Bakugou's attitude, I once again unlocked the screen.
And risk getting expelled? Fat chance!
Besides your parents are home. What the hell do you think we're gonna' do?
My pulse quickened as I reread it, slower now, to make sure I wasn't misinterpreting the words somehow. That didn't sound like an outright 'no' to me, and the slim hope of getting to spend time with him was enough to make me risk pushing his buttons a little. The only question was how to go about it. Thumbs hovering over the keyboard, I considered my next move carefully. There were a few different options here but I could already see any number of them coming back to bite me in the ass. I had to come up with an argument he just couldn't contend or risk Bakugou deeming the rendezvous not worth the trouble. Only something really enticing would be enough to make him skirt his self imposed bedtime. That was when the thought struck me. It was devious in its simplicity and I knew if this didn't convince him then nothing would. Smirking, I closed out of the text message and brought up the camera instead. I took a moment to contemplate what would be the best focal point and then twisted my lower body so I could see a side view of my behind reflected in the mirror. It wasn't a bad shot by any means, but it still lacked the oomph to really seal the deal. So I turned completely around, back facing the vanity, and held my phone up in the air. Hm. Still not quite right. Reaching down with my free hand, I shimmied my pajama shorts off and stepped out of them. I then spent a minute or so playing with the angle of the photo before saying fuck it and hiking my thigh up on to the counter. A thrill of excitement rushed through me. The way my ass looked perched atop the ledge really accentuated the curve of it, making it seem even fuller, and I was certain I'd found the winning formula. It was perfect. No way would Bakugou 'certified ass-man' Katsuki be able to keep his resolve after seeing this. I could practically taste my victory as I snapped a few dozen pictures in quick succession. Without sliding down off the counter, I scrolled through them and ultimately picked one where I'd had my back arched to an almost painful degree - but that discomfort didn't seem to show in the photo, and saying my rear end looked good in it would have been an understatement. Honestly, it looked fantastic. I sent the image to him without a second thought. Self-satisfaction seared my veins while I waited expectantly for him to start typing but the dots didn't appear again no matter how hard I stared at the bottom of the screen. The minutes ticked by tortuously slow and I found myself gradually deflating as disappointment started to settle in. Had he already gone to sleep because I took too long to respond or, worse, did he just not care? I hadn't expected Bakugou to shrug me off like this, not after everything we'd been through together, and I didn't like how much it stung. Not at all. Pouting, I locked my phone and slipped down off the edge of the counter. I'd just bent to retrieve my shorts when another cheerful ping sounded from the device clutched in my hand. I jumped, startled, and quickly brought it up to eye level.
Dammit.
My heart leaped into my throat, suddenly making it hard to breathe as I watched the dots wiggle about for an ominously long time. I wasn't sure what to expect but the flutter of hope in my chest was unmistakable. All I wanted was to see him with my own two eyes instead of face timing, to have him wrap me up in his arms and kiss me like usual. Surely I wasn't asking for too much here, right? The next message that came through was like a punch to the gut.
If I leave right now I should make it over there before 9:30. Meet me at the train station in ten minutes. I can't stay long though or Aizawa will have my ass.
I grinned down at the glowing screen because I didn't know how else to react to that. It felt like my heart was going to burst right out of my chest as I quickly typed my answer – okay! I'll be there!! - before scrambling into my bedroom. Pajama shorts just wouldn't do on a snowy December night so I pulled on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, then tied my hair up off my neck. Pocketing my phone, I turned off the light and made my way downstairs. “I'm running down to the convenience store real quick! Do you want anything?” I called out as I passed the kitchen. My mother looked up from the magazine laid out in front of her, gave me an odd look and shook her head. I waved, smiling in a way that I hoped was reassuring. There was no way I could tell her I was leaving to meet up with my boyfriend even though she'd probably feel better knowing I was with such a capable hero-in-the-making. I just didn't feel like answering any of her pressing questions about what we were getting up to at this time of night, so I shuffled towards the front door without a backward glance. Once my favorite pair of sneakers were securely tied, I stepped out into the chilly air. A shiver raced through me, eliciting a little squeak, and then I was off. Jogging over to the station kept the cold somewhat at bay and even though my cheeks felt numb about halfway down the street, my body was contrarily feverish. Excitement, anticipation, the first curling tendrils of arousal settling between my thighs. It all culminated in a warm, heady haze that left me nearly breathless. I was about two blocks away from the designated meeting spot when my phone pinged with a new message. Translucent steam billowed out from between my parted lips as I huffed and puffed, reaching into the pocket of my hoodie to withdraw the device. I had to fumble with it for a moment, struggling to get it unlocked while keeping the steady pace I'd set, and a surprised yelp tumbled off my tongue when I tripped over an errant rock in the road. I quickly recovered my balance though, stumbling as I lifted the screen to where I could see it.
Five minutes.
Wondering if I could actually beat him there, I picked up speed. By the time I turned the final corner I was practically sprinting, eager anticipation making my heart beat wildly at my ribs. I spotted the signage for the station first - the big, bold lettering standing out even through the gloom of winter twilight - and then my eyes landed on a silhouetted figure in the distance. It was maybe twenty yards away from the entrance and quickly closing the distance between us. I immediately knew it was Bakugou without even having to do a double take and I fought down an exuberant squeal as my sneakers pounded against the asphalt a little harder. “Yo! Think you can run any slower, chick?” “Oh, shut up!” I called back, grinning from ear to ear. The streetlamps lining the sidewalk were casting Bakugou's features in stark relief and as we grew nearer I caught a glimpse of the faintest pink hue dusting his cheeks. Whether from exertion or the cold, it was hard to tell. Either way, it was a disarmingly endearing look for him and I could feel the sting of emotional tears prickling my eyes. There were still about six or so paces between us when I impulsively launched myself into the air, unable to contain my bubbling emotions any longer as I kicked off the ground like a springboard and practically threw myself at him. I trusted he would be there to catch me though and, true to nature, Bakugou lurched forward with his arms outstretched. The disgruntled snort of surprise he'd issued abruptly cut off when I slammed into him full force but he merely shifted with the transfer of inertia and then rocked back to accommodate the extra weight of my body. Hugging him tight around the shoulders, I shoved my face into the crook of his neck and tried to remind myself that I wasn't the blubbering sort. It was hard not to cry though when I was feeling so many different things raging inside me all at once like a tempestuous storm. Especially with the smell of him, sickeningly sweet sweat and the taste of smokey metal, already engulfing me and overwhelming my senses. I choked on a shuddering breath and he scoffed, not exactly churlish. “What're you all worked up about? Huh?” He demanded. I shook my head and buried my face further into the collar of his jacket. “Nothing.” “Bullshit.” Clicking his tongue, Bakugou hefted me up a little higher with a turbulent jostle so he could readjust his hold. I clung to him as he turned in a half circle, making like he was going to head towards the entrance of the train station before halting. He stayed like that for a long moment, just holding me inside the halo of a streetlight while tiny, barely there snowflakes melted against the exposed skin on my hands. His impatience eventually got the better of him though and he gave me a curt, albeit gentle shake. “Come on. I didn't run all the way down here just to watch you cry.” Bakugou murmured, turning his head so he could nuzzle the outer shell of my ear. Giggling, I leaned back in his arms and fixed him with a rueful smile. “Why did you come here then?” His mouth immediately split into a cocky grin. “To show you this.” He bent forward to put me down and I let him. Disentangling my arms from around his neck, I gratefully took the opportunity to swipe at my watery eyes while he shoved a hand inside his pocket to dig around. Bakugou's wallet emerged from the deep recesses of baggy cargo pants in short order and I watched on with a great deal of interest as he opened it up. Passing me a shiny, newly laminated card, he puffed his chest out like a strutting rooster. “How d'ya like that?” I took it from him and eagerly looked it over, running my fingers across the glossy surface in reverential awe. “This is so cool. I'm really proud of you, babe.” Flipping it around, I chortled at the picture on the other side. “Why are you making that face?” “What's wrong with it?” He snarled. “Nothing.” I shrugged, smiling fondly down at the license in my hand. “I just thought you'd look a little happier. Have you ever taken a picture without mean mugging at the camera?” “Whatever!” Bakugou grumped as he snatched it away from me. Hesitating, he regarded the I.D. with an oddly disbelieving expression and I was instantly struck by the tremulously boyish smile that spread across his face. It wasn't his usual self assured smirk or even the broad grin I was used to. He was doing his best to act like it was no big deal and he'd very nearly succeeded in fooling me, but I knew him a little too well to mistake that look for anything except what it was: exuberance. Bakugou was totally over the moon about this, and rightfully so. My chest felt tight as I shuffled closer, reaching out to cover his warm knuckles with my clammy hands. “Seriously, you're doing an amazing job. I know how upset you were when you didn't pass the first exam but you took that in stride and now look at you. You've got your license!” Bakugou nodded once as I excitedly bounced in place. His beady, ruby red eyes were slightly dilated and he almost seemed to be in a state of shock, like the weight of this accomplishment was only just now setting in and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He blinked once, twice, then suddenly shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “I fought some villain's today.” I stopped bouncing. “What?” Seemingly quite pleased with himself, Bakugou proudly swelled up again. “Yep. Only had my license for about thirty minutes and some dumbasses were causing a scene in the shopping plaza downtown. Didn't you hear about it?” “Oh my god, that was you?” I squawked, hardly daring to trust my own ears. “Well, it wasn't just me.” He relented somewhat grudgingly. “All Might was there too, and that icy -” “Is that why you didn't text me sooner?” I cut him off, laughingly smacking at his shoulder. “I would have paid more attention to the news if I'd known! You might've been on TV and I missed it!” Bakugou didn't even try to conceal the roll of his eyes. “It's not like it'd be the first time.” “Or the last.” I gently corrected, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. With a sly smirk in place, I settled back on my feet and fixed Bakugou with a pointed look. The clock was still ticking after all, and I didn't want to waste what precious little time we had together on unpleasant topics such as that slime villain. “Now, about your curfew ...” Cocking an interested brow, he made a soft sound of acknowledgment while casually tucking his license back inside the wallet. “Oh, right. I almost forgot about that picture you sent. Not cool, by the way.” “How so?” “Because that's cheating, that's why! You did it just to get me riled up and it worked!” Bakugou's hand suddenly darted out, snagging my wrist quicker than I could react. He yanked and my throat constricted when my fingers brushed against the front of his pants, feeling the thick weight of him just underneath the cotton. He made me palm it then, manually curling my fingers around the searingly hot length, and I groaned softly with the first waves of molten arousal. I'd almost forgotten about it too, that slutty picture I'd taken. But now that urgent need to be with him – to be one with him at all cost - seemed like the only thing I could think about. “Now we have to sneak around like perverts and risk getting caught just because you couldn't wait.” He continued, voice dropping to a huskier than normal octave. His words were reproachful, chastising even, but the teasing lilt in his tone gave him away and I appreciatively squeezed him through his pants. “Something tells me you were the one who couldn't wait.” I murmured softly. “How could I?” Bakugou growled, all feral carnality and aggressive dominance as he leaned in to nip warningly at my pulse. “Nothing could have kept me away after seeing that picture. Do you even know what you do to me?” He let out a terse huff, the hot breath on my chilled skin causing a shiver to race up my spine. “Do you have any idea how hard you make me?” His cock twitched against my palm as if to emphasize that point, filling out some and growing heavier in my grip. I smiled, more to myself than him. It seemed I'd made the correct wager with that ass pic and I couldn't exactly say I regretted the decision much. Maybe somewhere further down the line I'd look back on nights like this, the two of us fumbling around during clandestine meetings while trying to hover under the radar of our parents, and think differently on the matter. But for the time being at least, there wasn't a thing about this arrangement I'd trade for the world – the sole exception, of course, being able to attend UA with him. That was the only thing that could make our relationship any better than it already was and the aching memory of not getting my acceptance letter still reared its ugly head from time to time, quietly reminding me of what could have been. Given the circumstances though, I'd say we were making do quite well. Bakugou still wanted to be with me and hadn't yet found a future heroine who was far more capable to replace me with. He still got excited about talking to me, about showing off and impressing me with his antics, about hanging out and joking around, watching movies and eating fast food together. He still found me attractive, evidently, and wanted to have sex. That knowledge in particular sent my pulse into overdrive, just that little bit of unspoken validation giving me a much-needed confidence boost in not only myself but also us as a couple. I hadn't even realized that so much uncertainty had taken up root and festered in my gut over these past few months of not getting to see one another, but now I knew with startling clarity that everything was going to be okay. There was nothing for me to worry about and, fighting back another onslaught of tears, I forced myself to take a steadying breath before I lost it. Apparently, I'd needed this time with him more than I had thought. “I'm sorry,” I whispered hoarsely. “I shouldn't have teased you like that, Bakugou. I know how hard you're working towards your goals right now and I was being a little selfish. I just wanted to see you.” Leaning back so I could look him in the face, I smiled. “But I really am so, so proud of everything you've accomplished. You're well on your way to becoming a great hero now, just like I always knew you would be.” Frowning slightly, Bakugou let go of my wrist in favor of reaching up to take my face between his hands. I found myself trembling at the possessive gesture, lashes fluttering as he cradled my cheeks and pulled me into a kiss that was so very him it left me weak in the knees. Demanding, brash, rough around the edges and more teeth than lips. It was perfect in every way. “Don't apologize,” He said, pulling back. “I wanted to see you too. Its been a while, hasn't it?” Snorting, Bakugou leaned close and bumped his forehead against mine, making me giggle. “Seeing that ass of yours reminded me just how much I missed you, chick.” “I thought it might,” I said with a delighted grin. “Seriously though, I'm sorry for being so busy lately. Hopefully now that I'm done with the make-up course, I'll have a bit more free time on my days off.” He cocked his head to one side and smirked knowingly. “Wanna' go somewhere next Sunday?” “Is that even a question?” Rising up on my tiptoes, I planted a kiss to the side of his face before tilting my mouth towards his ear. “But I'd like to do something for you sooner than that,” I whispered sweetly. “Do you want to go inside?” “Now who's asking the stupid questions?” We pulled back to regard one another, perfectly in sync as we shared a heated look between us. Nothing else needed to be said at that point and Bakugou took my hand in his, turning to walk towards the entrance of the train station. Just in the nick of time too, because a bone clattering wind swept down the street at that moment, twisting our clothes and dusting us in a fresh wave of flurried snowfall. I squealed in surprise, suddenly realizing just how cold I was after standing around for the last fifteen minutes, and Bakugou openly laughed at my plight. He tugged on my arm, pulling me into a stumbling run so he could drag me along after him. Clutching at his fingers, I found myself laughing too. The automatic doors slid open for us with an mechanical whir and we staggered over the threshold into the warm lobby together. I started shaking then, the drastic difference in temperature hitting me hard, and I suddenly couldn't seem to stop my teeth from clattering. Bakugou noticed this almost immediately, snickering as we slowed to a casual pace. Releasing my hand so he could throw his arm over my shoulders, he hugged me tight against the side of his body and I gratefully snuggled into him. He naturally ran so hot that it was like being wrapped up in my own personal electric blanket, both comforting and warming me in equal measure. It felt like heaven and home all wrapped up into one. “I didn't think it would be so cold outside already,” I said offhand as we made our way through the mostly empty entrance hall. “Yeah, it fucking sucks.” He grumbled. “I can't believe you're just wearing sweatpants and a hoodie right now.” “I was excited to come see you,” I told him, light and airy, and maybe just a little bit taunting. Bakugou gave my arm a squeeze of acknowledgment as we turned down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. This wasn't our first ill-conceived tryst in the train station (I knew how much he hated taking the risk of getting caught but it ended up being our only option more often than either of us would've liked) so we knew exactly where we were going. He'd never admit it in so many words, but we'd pretty much perfected this routine over the summer vacation leading up to his start at UA when we were both caught up in the flustered excitement and youthful irrationality of starting high school. I was just thankful that our first time had been in the comfort of Bakugou's room on one of the rare occasions that his parents had been gone for the afternoon. It was hard to imagine losing my virginity in a public restroom, but I figured as long as it was with him then anything was okay so I didn't mind the current arrangements too much. “Just give me one minute,” I murmured, moving to pull away only to giggle a second later when he tightened his hold on me. Swooping down, Bakugou caught my lips in a bruising kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, returning the gesture with fervor even as I pushed at him. We were getting riskier, our actions more bold and daring every time we did this, and I was sure that at least part of his currently intrepid behavior had something to do with the high of getting his license. There seemed to be nothing capable of stopping him at that moment and it was with a great deal of noted effort that he finally pulled away. “Don't make me wait any longer, dumb ass.” He growled and I trembled at the thick tone of his voice. His carnal gaze darted over my expression, pausing on the little 'o' of my mouth, and then he leaned in to kiss me again. It was just a quick, forceful peck, but it was more than enough to leave me aching for more when he pulled away. He didn't so much as pause before giving me a sharp swat across the ass just seconds later and I yelped at the unexpected sting spreading over my numb cheek. “Hey!” I blurted out, laughing as he rocked into me. “Let me check it out and I'll be right back, okay?” Bakugou's only response was a muted growl of acquiescence. I fixed him with a wry smile, taking a step back and turning towards the door to the ladies room. Pushing my way inside, I did a cursory sweep of the area while making sure to check under the stalls for any occupants. The coast was clear, much to my relief, and I hurried back to the door so I could let him in. He'd barely taken one step inside the bathroom when his hands were on me, grabbing at my body in possessively demanding squeezes. A flustered gasp rattled up my throat and I tilted my head back just in time for Bakugou to slam our mouths together again. Now that we were behind closed doors, I brought my hands up to thread through his unruly hair, scraping my nails across his scalp for good measure. He groaned in appreciation, turning his head so he could kiss me deeper, harder. Pushing against me, Bakugou backed us up down the line of sinks towards the very last stall. It was the safest spot, we'd come to find, and I clung to him as we moved. The need for release was quickly bearing down on me, making my actions jerky and rushed as I abandoned his sandy-blonde mane in favor of tugging at his clothes. With one hand firmly latched to the meat of my rear end, he blindly reached over my shoulder so he could forcefully shove the swinging door open and I jumped at the sound of it slamming against the wall. Ever unperturbed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, physically carrying me inside. After setting me down on my feet, Bakugou turned to slide the lock into place and I quickly dropped to a squat in front of him. While I fumbled with the zipper on his pants, he shrugged out of his jacket and distractedly shoved it onto the coat hook on the door. Then he tugged at the oversized black sweatshirt he had on, yanking it over his bellybutton so he could see what I was doing, and I grinned up at him. His cheeks were flushed again but this time I knew it wasn't because of the cold. Unceremoniously shoving his cargo pants around his ankles, I took Bakugou's half-hard cock in hand. It twitched against my palm, threatening to fill out and grow to full length as it eagerly stirred to life. There was a bead of precum glistening on the tip of his meaty foreskin and a remembered rush of flavors, scents and smells assaulted my senses all at once. It was making my mouth water and I eagerly swooped in, taking him straight down to the base. He hissed through his teeth then drew a haggard breath, bucking his hips forward impatiently. My lips curled into a smile as I swirled my tongue around the head, sucking on the spongy, fleshy appendage and urging it to full attention while I basked in the taste of him. Just as bittersweet as I'd remembered. “Shit!” His hands found my the top of my head, rough fingers trying to card through my hair before recalling that it was tied up. Snorting, he reached further back and took my ponytail in a tight fist. I moaned around him, lashes fluttering when his dick steadily thickened and lengthened out until he was resting heavy on my tongue. Swallowing down the salty, bitter taste of him, I sat back on my haunches and pumped Bakugou's cock with a few, quick flicks of my wrist. My eyes greedily took in the sight of the angry pink glans peaking out from the foreskin with every downward stroke, droplets of precum and saliva mixing together to leave a truly viscous coating on his skin. I was already trembling in anticipation, my cunt clenching tight at the thought of having him inside of me again, and I freely groaned in anticipation. “Bakugou ...” I said on a faltering exhale. “I missed you so much.” Using his hold on my hair, he twisted my head back to make me look up at him. The coarse sneer on his face was enough to make my heart skip a beat and I gulped heavily, squirming when yet more sticky arousal gushed forth to coat my pussy. God, he hadn't even touched me yet and it already felt like I was soaking right through my pants. “If we had more time, I'd tease the shit out of you as payback for that picture,” Bakugou said while slowly thrusting his dick against my fingers. “But it's getting late so we need to speed this up. You ready, babe?” I lasciviously licked my lips, for show if nothing else. “I've been ready.” Sniggering at my answer, he untangled his fingers from my hair and reached to dig in his coat pocket. I stood up and shimmied my sweatpants down, excitement making my pulse pound when he turned back with a foil wrapper pinched between his fingers. Bakugou tore the top of it off with one, quick rip as I stepped closer, taking his face in my hands so I could pull him into a lazy kiss. He sighed into my mouth, tense and anticipatory, returning the gesture even as he fiddled around with the condom. Taking my right hand, I slipped it down between us and with a little teamwork we rolled the rubber over his cock together. My fingers brushed the wiry pubic hair at the base of his pelvis when I set my sights just pinch lower, cradling his balls in my palm and gently massaging them. “How do you want to do it this time?” “Isn't it obvious?” He all but barked. “You were so eager to show off your ass earlier and now I wanna' look at it as much as I can.” Grinning manically, Bakugou grabbed me by the shoulders and physically spun me around. I couldn't say this turn of events surprised me very much, given his fanciful inclination for butts, yet it still made me laugh even as I braced my palms on the side of the stall. His hand abruptly smacked me across the behind again and I squawked, jumping. I didn't dislike the sting of it though and a moan rolled off my tongue just a moment later when he slid his hands up over my shoulders to wrap around my neck from behind. He pulled and I let him tilt my head back at that uncomfortable angle as he leaned over me, shoving our mouths together again. My lips felt swollen and sore, but I kissed him just as fervently as every other time, reveling in the smokey taste of him on my tongue. He was rutting against me now, grinding his dick against my ass in silent promise of what was to come and I shuddered, starting to feel lightheaded with pounding desire. When he eventually drug his hands down off my neck, releasing me, I gratefully leaned forward to brace my forehead against the wall in an attempt to find my bearings. “Bakugou -” He cut me off with another stinging smack and I groaned, rolling my neck. The sound caught in my throat a split second later when I felt his fingertips prodding at my slit, swiping over the accumulated fluid around my entrance and then smearing it down towards my clitoris. A full-bodied jolt tore through me and I reared back on his hand like a bitch in heat. Bakugou snorted in amusement, pressing his chest flush against my spine while he casually drew unhurried little circles around that sensitive cluster of nerves. It was delightfully torturous, pinprick pleasure streaking through my gut quicker than I could comprehend it. “Please!” I practically sobbed, thighs trembling. “Just fuck me already ...” “Sorry,” He grunted into my hair, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “I couldn't resist teasing you just a little bit.” Planting a quick kiss to the side of my face, Bakugou drew back and took hold of my hips. I swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next, and my fingers scrabbled uselessly against the smooth wall in search of purchase. There was nothing to hold on to though and I bit down on my lip to stifle a keening wail when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my labia. He pushed inward but succeeded only in skirting down the length of my slit and I twitched hard when the bulbous head of his cock bumped into my clit. I had to force myself to suck in a wavering breath while he realigned himself, pushing again, and then he was sinking into me at long last. Tears of relief pricked my eyes and I numbly blinked them away as Bakugou's cock slowly speared me, working its way past the defenses of my body one excruciating inch at a time. My inner walls pulsed and clenched then gave way to the weighty girth, readily welcoming him into the tight heat of my cunt. I shuddered, every nerve ending in my body singing out in harmonious rapture when he finally bottomed out inside of me, his pelvis flush against my ass. It was every bit as good as I remembered, just as sensuously agonizing as I imagined when rubbing myself to desperate completion in the tub. It was absolutely exquisite and I could hardly stand it. “Goddamn,” Bakugou grit out above me, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “You're so fucking tight ...” “Oh, shit! Nngh, please!” I mewled between gasps. There were stars erupting across my vision, threatening to blind me entirely, and I curled my fingers desperately against the stall divider. It was too much. Too much sensation, too many emotions raging inside my chest. It was hard to breathe through it all and I whined softly as my pussy shudderingly clenched down on him tight. Groaning, Bakugou leaned over me once again to rest his forehead between my shoulder blades. He was panting too, struggling to maintain his composure just like he always did in the heat of the moment. I knew it was hard for him to keep himself in the check like this, the looming threat of getting caught the only thing keeping him from drilling into me at full force, but he wasn't about to make this any riskier than it already was. I appreciated that on some level and when I felt him draw back until just the tip remained wedged inside of me, I reached down to grasp his hand. It was to ground him as much as myself, and he issued a quiet grunt of appreciation. Then he was gliding back in, the second thrust coming much easier than the first. Between my own arousal and the lubricant on the condom, the motion felt as smooth as a well oiled machine. My breath caught when he settled against me again, sheathed straight down to the hilt, but this time he pulled back out immediately. This was the pace he set – an unbearably slow, drawn-out plunge followed by a quick withdraw – and it left me keening into the sleeve of my hoodie. It was all I could do to stop myself from crying out in maddening ecstasy. “H-harder!” I was practically sobbing, begging him to turn up the intensity level even if just a little bit. He seethed through his teeth, using his hold on my hips to jerk me back against him with a meaty slap. “You know I can't do that, babe,” Bakugou said, clearly fighting the instinctive impulse to go all out. “If we're too loud -” “Then let me do it!” I blurted. A deep, rumbling growl reverberated from deep inside his chest and then he was pulling up to stand over me. I turned to look at him over my shoulder with an imploring pout already in place since I half expected him to shoot the suggestion down. But Bakugou's eyes were firmly locked on the swell of my ass at that moment, his bottom lip caught between unforgiving teeth. Seeing this perfectly presented opportunity for what it was, I decided to take advantage of it and I pushed myself back onto him with enough force to make us both gasp. “Holy hell,” He murmured, forcibly dragging his gaze up to meet mine. Brows furrowed, he shifted his legs a little further apart and grabbed at the hem of his sweatshirt, lifting it high to reveal the sculpted planes of his abs. Then he was glancing down again, head tilting to the side to get a better view of my ass – it almost looked like he was inquisitively studying a piece of art and I felt my pulse jump in response. Grinning slyly, I figured that was my cue. Bracing both hands on the side of the stall to steady myself, I readily got to work bouncing between his cock and the divider. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rose in the air again, delighting me to no end while I gasped and groaned. Bakugou's mouth fell open on a silent howl and I watched him intently through my lashes. I hadn't expected him to actually sit back and enjoy the moment for once, his deep-seated need for control of the situation usually keeping the reigns firmly in his hands, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I had every intention of enjoying this to the fullest extent while he was willingly being compliant. “Buh-Bakugou!” Moaning quietly, I reached back to take his hand again, giving it a squeeze. “Touch me!” He didn't need any further prompting, his hands eagerly sliding up along my sides and under my hoodie. Trying to maintain my pace proved infinitely more difficult while he was groping around at my chest, blindly grabbing hold of my bra and yanking the cups down. Breath hitching, I let out a distressed keening noise as he grabbed big handfuls of my tits, roughly squeezing and kneading them against his palms. I shook at the intense sensation, then the rough pads of his fingertips abruptly flicked over my nipples and I cried out with abandon. “Be quiet!” He snarled, pressing himself flush against my back again. “We're going to get caught at this rate!” I gave my head a fretful shake, screwing my eyes shut. Hips bucking against him, I tried to remind myself that I needed to keep myself in check - if not for my sake then his – and I couldn't get carried away. Not here. Not now. “I-I'm sorry! I just … nggh, I wanna' cum so bad! It feels so good, Bakugou!” He scoffed at that, forcefully enough to shift the hair on the nape of my neck. “You will. I promise.” He intoned gruffly. “Cover your mouth.” I didn't hesitate for so much as a second before complying. Bringing both hands up, I slapped them over my lips as tight as I could manage. Bakugou shifted behind me, dragging me a half step away from the wall with his fingers still latched on my tits. He waited a short moment, no doubt listening for sounds of anyone coming as well as to make sure I was ready. Then, without a word of warning, he started pistoning into me with what felt like all of his strength. I wailed behind my fingers, jerking like a ragdoll every time his hips slammed into the meat of my ass. It was just the right amount of speed, the right amount of force, and I could feel the pressure in my gut building, doubling over itself infinitely. He was grunting in my ear, doing a far better job of keeping his volume down than I was, but I could tell he was getting close too. I could hear it in the stutter of his breathing, the way his chest heaved against my back. I had to bite down on the inside of my palm just to stop myself from screaming in pleasure every time his balls smacked against my pussy with successively sharp slaps echoing off the walls. Between our mutually labored breathing and the eager squelching sounds coming from between my thighs, it all merged together to create a truly obscene chorus and I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I grew nearer to the edge of oblivion. It was dizzying and overwhelming, making my head spin until I felt almost faint with the first warning tremors of my orgasm. “Shit!” Bakugou gasped, his hold on my breasts becoming almost painful. “Shit, shit, shit!” To silence himself, or perhaps just for the fun of it, he suddenly lurched forward and clamped his teeth down on the side of my neck. It felt like a sizzling spark of lightening shot through my entire body in an instant, my vision whiting out and my heart skipping an extended beat. I was almost positive that I would pass out at that moment, the surging electrical sparks zapping every nerve ending in my body until it felt like I would die right then and there. My breath caught, blood pounding furiously, and within the next second, I was coming on his cock. My muscles spasmed wildly as I screamed behind my hands, jerking so hard I half collapsed against him even as I dug my nails into the skin around my mouth to silence myself. It hit me so hard that I barely caught the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath at the exact same time. He slammed into me harder then, fucking me right through my climax, and with a few last sporadic thrusts, he reached his pique too. Jolting against me with enough force to nearly topple me right over, Bakugou roared around the flesh caught in his mouth. The sound vibrated up the column of my neck and straight into my head, making my eyes quake in their sockets. Full on wailing into the meat of my palms while my body shook, I convulsed around his twitching cock until we were both spent. His hips gave another weak thrust, trembling against me, and then another. Finally he grew still, heaving roughly and clinging to me like a lifeline. We were both shuddering with the lingering shock-waves of pleasure, my legs feeling like limp noodles, and I knew with certainty that he was the only thing keeping me upright anymore. Honestly I wasn't so sure I'd be able to make it home after such an intense orgasm. “B- … Bakugou ...” My voice rattled up my raw throat, sounding harsh and strained. He grunted against my skin, acknowledging the unasked question as he let go of my chest and slid one hand out from under my hoodie. Leaning forward, he reached out to brace himself against the side of the stall before slumping tiredly against me. A soft whimper bubbled to life inside my chest as I did the same, my clammy palm smacking against the hard plastic with a wet smack. His dick was growing soft inside of me at a rapid pace while we stood there, shrinking and becoming pliable. It left me uncomfortably aware of the full condom resting hot and heavy against my inner walls, and I squirmed at the sensation. He shifted against me then, the muscles in his mouth twitching as he slowly unlocked his jaw, and I openly seethed at the fresh pain splintering out from the bite mark. It hurt like hell and my mind was already racing for an excuse to tell my parents later, wondering if I could find a way to hide it for the next two weeks. “God,” Bakugou groaned, lips brushing over the sensitive flesh. “That was … intense.” I nodded once as I brought my other hand up to brush back some of the hair that had fallen in my face. “Yeah … I can't believe you got so carried away.” Reaching up, I gingerly touched at the spot he'd latched onto only to wince at the contact. “Did you really need to bite me?” “Sorry.” He murmured, nuzzling his nose just behind my ear. “I was so close to losing it. I just wanted to say fuck it and not care about getting caught for once. Your cunt was squeezing me so tight it felt like a vice grip and I knew I had to bite down on something.” Bakugou pressed his mouth to the wound then, a barely there butterfly kiss that made me twitch. “I shouldn't have done that though. Your dad is gonna' kill you.” “Tell me about it.” I scoffed, smiling to myself as I turned my head to look at him. “Totally worth it though.” Bakugou snorted before standing upright with some amount of effort, using his hold on my breast to drag me up with him. “You say that now, but you'd better not come crying to me when he whoops your ass.” Whatever I may have had to say to that died on my tongue when he angled his hips back, slowly easing his cock out of me. I gasped, releasing a prolonged hiss instead, and my whole body twitched when he slipped free with a wet little squelch. Craning my neck down, I watched him carefully slide the condom off and tie it into a knot before wrapping it in a fat wad of toilet paper. He then deposited it neatly into the little garbage can in the corner and I leaned heavily against the divider wall as he stooped to yank his pants back up, securing them around his waist once again. Bakugou always looked so calm and relaxed after having sex, one of the rare moments where he wasn't being a restless ball of energy, and I appreciatively soaked in his subdued demeanor. It was nice, getting to see these different sides to him that other people didn't even know about. I just loved him all the more for it. “We should probably get going.” He said, drawing me out of my reverie as he reached to tear another wad of toilet paper from the roll. “I know.” Heaving a satiated sigh, I started to turn but Bakugou stopped me with a hand to my shoulder, pinning me against the wall again. Frowning in confusion, I started to question what he was doing when he shuffled right up against me and reached down between my thighs. I jolted, surprised, when I felt him dabbing at the accumulated fluid around my pussy and my face instantly grew warm. A soft little kitten mewl rolled off my tongue in protest but he shushed me, diligently cleaning up the mess we'd made until he was satisfied. “There. Now get your pants on, chick. It's already -” He abruptly halted mid-turn, eyes growing wide when he withdrew his phone from his pocket. “Holy shit! Its ten o'clock!” Brows shooting up, I hurriedly pulled my sweats around my hips. “Oh god, my mom probably thinks someone kidnapped me! I told her I was just going down to the convenience store!” “And Aizawa's gonna' have my head! Fuck!” Distractedly tossing the toilet paper into the bin, he grabbed his coat and started pulling it on. Bakugou glared at me full force as he was buttoning it up with quick, jerky motions and I offered him a questioning frown in return. “If you ever send me another ass pic like that after nine PM again, I'll kill you! Ya' got that?” “I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago.” I grumped even though I was feeling the same flustered anxiety that he was. We'd really screwed up by getting so lost in the moment and I wasn't sure who I felt sorrier for - me or him. Both our butts were on the line now, and I didn't like that any more than he did. With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou slammed the lock open and shoved at the door. I started to step out, distractedly reaching up to pull my hair loose on the slim hope it would be enough to hide the mark on my neck, when he suddenly grabbed at my face. A surprised yelp tumbled off my tongue as he manually jerked my head around but the sound cut off when he kissed me hard and fast, his lips bruising mine in their intensity. Groaning, I leaned into him and returned the gesture, my unease instantly subsiding within the simmering warm bubble of comfort he provided. Everything was going to be okay. So long as we were together, everything would be alright. I was sure of it. “I love you.” He insisted roughly upon pulling back, giving my cheeks a tight squeeze as if to further emphasize his point. “I love you too.” I murmured, smiling. “Good.” Bakugou leaned in again and forcefully pecked at my mouth. “Now get going!” Yet another stinging swat to my behind kicked me into gear and I scuttled out of the stall, making a bee line for the door. We ran down the hall and through the lobby, holding tight to each other's hands and laughing until we were forced to go our separate ways. Standing in front of the station, I called out to him while my breath fogged in the snowy night air and Bakugou waved over his shoulder in response. Then I turned and started making my way home, legs cramping and aching in protest. There were still plenty of trials and tribulations lying in wait ahead of us, the coming weeks, months and years as unpredictable as ever, but I knew deep in my heart that we would overcome them all. There was nothing in this world that could tear us apart.