aerie (bakugo katsuki x oc)

chapter 52: got it

"What the fuck were you thinking, Aerie? Why in the motherfuck would you interfere?"

   "I wasn't thinking, okay?"

"No. You weren't."

   I look up at the ceiling with a sigh. "Now how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" I say, pretty over it at this point.

   "Sorry doesn't change the fact that we squandered our perfect chance at killing All Might."

"Woah, woah, woah," I say, holding up my hand. "Your Nomu wasn't strong enough. That has nothing to do with me."

"We at least could have sent a message by killing some students, but no. You needed to save your little school friends."

"You could have killed literally anyone else and I would've had no problem! It's just that Bakugo guy, he's really interesting. I didn't want him to die."

Shiggy narrows his eyes. "Interesting?" he says, folding his arms. "Just how 'interesting' is he?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is this someone I need to worry about?"

My jaw drops at such an implication. "Oh, god, Shiggy! Is that what you think of me? That I would crush on some wannabe hero?"

"I don't know, Aerie. You haven't been acting like yourself lately."

   You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Oh, I 'haven't been acting like myself lately'?!" I exclaim. "Maybe that's because I've been living alone in an apartment with not so much as a single phone call a night! And when I do see you, you're strictly business! So tell me, how would you even know how I've been acting?!"

He softens his glare and sighs. "Look. I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you. I've just been really busy with everything that's been going on."

I roll my eyes. "I mean, it's whatever," I say sarcastically, "I'm just on this mission that you wanted me to go on, and now you don't even care to make time for me."

"Listen, I'll call you, alright? But for future reference, when I try to do something, you don't try to stop me. Got it?"

"Uh, yeah, and you're not gonna use your quirk on me, 'got it'? And you're not gonna touch my beaming hand, 'got it'? Or choke me!"

He cocks his head. "I thought you liked when I do that," he says. And just like that, the mood of this conversation changes drastically.

I feel my face flush. "Shut up," I mutter. "Only sometimes."

"Sometimes? Is..." he says as he looks around, taking a few steps in my direction. "...Now one of those times?"

I narrow my eyes. "What?"

"I've got a lot of emotions I need to get out," he says, then stops once he's standing only a few inches away, looking down at me. "Wanna help me?" he asks, face dangerously close to mine.

As pissed off as I am, I find myself stifling a smile. "Are you gonna say sorry?" I ask.

"For what?" he says, placing a finger under my chin.

"For hurting my hand."

He looks down, lifts my bandaged hand from my side, brings it to his lips and kisses it gently. "I'm sorry, kitten," he says softly.

I look up at the ceiling and sigh. "Are you gonna make it up to me?" I ask.

He wraps his arm around my lower back, pulling my body against his. "You know I will, kitten," he says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss me. He walks forward as we make out passionately, leading me backwards until I'm up against the wall. He lifts one of my legs and wraps it around him, moving his lips from mine down my neck as he moves his other hand under my shirt and around my waist. "Are you going to go against me again?" he says softly into my ear, moving his hand under the skirt of my school uniform, moving my panties to the side.

I shake my head.

"Good girl," he says, then slips himself inside of me.

It takes me by surprise at first, Tomura usually takes his time, but I was definitely ready for it. I was longing for it, actually. This feeling, each slow but powerful thrust feeding the insatiable lust I have for him, I've missed it so much. I'm overcome with waves of pleasure as I'm pinned against the wall, now wrapping both my legs around him as he holds them up. We kiss pretty vigorously, biting lips and wrapping tongues.

It's been far too long since I've felt him like this. Even when I'm angry, I just can't resist. It's too good. He knows exactly what I need and when I need it. He recognizes my cravings, and knows just how to satisfy them.

   After a minute or two, the feelings of pleasure come to a peak, and with a shake of my legs and a tensing of my hands and feet, I come.

Just as the rush as satisfaction relaxes every muscle in my body, Shiggy wraps his fingers around my throat. He separates his lips from mine to look at me, with a serious look on his face. "Never," he says, beginning to squeeze, with a hard thrust of his hips. "Disobey me," he says, thrusting again, even harder, now squeezing so tight I'm beginning to feel weak. "Again," he says, with a final thrust so hard it slams my back against the wall with a thud. And with a slight quiver, and a light gasp, he finishes. "Got it?" he says softly, slightly out of breath.

   "Got it," I squeak.

   "Good," he says, then lets go of my neck.

   I take a deep breath to get my strength back, letting my feet down from around him to the floor. He takes a step back and cocks his head, looking down at me like a predator its prey.

   The way he looks at me so dominantly, I can't take it. I love him too much. I spring forward and wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him in a tight hug. "I miss you," I whisper.

   He pets the back of my head with a satisfied hum. "I know," he says softly. "I miss you too."

   I lift my head from his chest to look at his face. "Can you stay with me tonight?" I ask.

   He sighs deeply.

   "Please?"

   The corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. "Alright."