(Sin)namon Rolls

Chapter 13: Deku on Ice

A/N: bit of a spicy one today 👀 stay tuned for izuku's whore antics: holiday edition (or don't if sexy scenes make you uncomfortable)
•••
    The threat I'd received via sticky note two weeks ago scared me into trading my sweet forbidden love "Nailed It!" for a lesser alternative, "The Great British Baking Show". I was in the middle of an episode when Bakugo scuttled into the living room. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and shut off the TV. I held out my hands in a gesture of disconcertion.
     "Put your shoes on. I'm taking you out."
     "What do you mean, you're 'taking me out'? It's Christmas Eve."
     "Yeah, and?" Bakugo retorted as he walked out of the room to the foyer.
     "Everything's closed, right?"
     "'Closed' doesn't mean anything unless you're broke."
     Bakugo hurled the red shoes he loathed so fiercely at me. I was able to catch one, but had to duck to avoid being hit in the head by the other. I sat up to tug my sneakers on.
     "So, you bribed somebody, huh?"
     "What I did or didn't do is none of your fucking business."
     "Okay, Kacchan."
     I rose from the couch. Bakugo threw a coat at me. I shucked it off of my face and put it on before meeting him at the front door. I took a pair of gloves out of my coat pocket and put those on too. I looked up at Bakugo and smiled.
     "You ready?" he asked.
     "All set."
     He unlocked the door, smacked my ass, and pushed me outside in front of him. I lurched reflexively with a surprised yelp.
     "You're more like a trashy 50s husband than usual today," I remarked.
     "Call me trashy again. See what happens."
     Bakugo pressed a button on the door's keypad to lock it. We walked side by side down his driveway.
     "It's a joke, honey."
     "Does it look like I'm laughing?"
     I lifted our interlocked hands to kiss his knuckles. He looked away from me to hide his smile.
•••
     Throughout the last four years, many of the things I'd once been afraid of had ceased to faze me. It took close acquaintance with hell to learn that very little in this world was truly deserving of fear. That said, ice skating scared the crap out of me. Sliding around on a cold, hard, slippery surface in shoes with blades on them just wasn't what I would have called my cup of tea.
     "Don't let go of me!"
     "I won't. See, look, I got you. Trust me, Deku. I'm not gonna let you get hurt."
     "You promise?"
     "I promise."
     We hovered at the rink's entrance. I was clutching Bakugo's hand and clinging to his arm.
     "You wanna sit out here and watch or are you gonna stop being a pussy and come with me?"
     When I looked at the ice, I saw myself falling. It didn't matter that no one else was there aside from Bakugo and I. Embarrassment wasn't the problem. Sustaining a serious injury on the job would get me in big trouble with Uraraka. The further along in the operation I was, the less I could afford a complication. If I was capable of avoiding a risk, then my only choice was to do so.
     "Hey. Nerd."
     I looked up at Bakugo.
     "If you fall—" Bakugo held up a hand to silence me when I opened my mouth to interrupt. "—which you won't... I'll order you anything you want for dinner tonight."
     "You will?"
     "Mmhm."
     I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.
     Saying no to him shouldn't have been as hard as it was.
     "Okay," I said.
     Bakugo smiled. He took a small step out onto the ice. I inched onward after him.
     "Just hold onto the wall. You can do it. It's easy."
     I gracelessly fumbled out into the rink and braced myself on the wall's edge. Bakugo chuckled. I glanced at him and cracked a nervous grin.
     "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
     "I'm not a baby, Kacchan."
     "Then stop acting like one."
     "If you're gonna bully me, I can go wait in the stands."
     "Oh, baby, I didn't mean it. You're doin' great. You are."
     "I know."
     "Alright, hot shot. Since you're so good, how 'bout you move forward?"
     "'Kay. I will."
     I took a step forward.
     "You're just gonna walk around on the ice?"
     "I don't know! What else would I do?"
     "Glide, Deku. Glide."
     "How am I supposed to do that?"
     "Push your feet out to the side and move forward like that. Use your ass, not your heels," he instructed whilst demonstrating what he meant.
     I tried to do as he told me.
     "Like that?"
     "That's a start."
     I frowned in disappointment.
     "Don't start pouting. Babies pout. You're not a baby, are you?"
     "No. I'm not a baby."
     Bakugo let out a rough sighing sound. I stopped concentrating ahead of myself for a moment to look at him.
     "What?"
     "You're the cutest fuckin' thing I've ever seen."
     If my cheeks were rosy it was from the cold, not the comment.
     "Am I?"
     "Yeah. Yeah, you are."
     "You're not so bad yourself," I said.
      We picked back up with our first lap around.
     Bakugo's access to the rink was limited to two hours. By the time our legally-questionable rental had reached its end, I was able to move around fairly well. Not on my own, but I probably would have been able to if I'd had any desire to let go of his arm - more specifically, the muscles in his arm. However, I likely also would have fallen which I'd miraculously managed not to do.
•••
     As I predicted, Bakugo got me what I wanted to eat that night anyway.
    He was cleaning up after we'd finished our meal when I decided to voice a confession.
     "I got you something for Christmas," I said.
     He turned sharply to me as he slammed the dishwasher shut.
     "With what money?!"
     "My mom helped me out."
     She didn't. I stole his credit card.
     Bakugo crossed his arms and approached the counter.
     "Did she, now?"
     "Uh-huh. And... I was thinking... that I could give it to you tonight."
     "Why? You gettin' antsy, or something?"
     "You could say that."
     "Well, alright. Bring it to me, then."
•••
     Long story short, I bought a Santa costume.
     I figured there wasn't much I could give him that he didn't already have. What I could give him was the best sex he'd ever had.
     When I say "Santa costume", I don't mean a white beard and a fat suit. What I purchased was more akin to Santa-reminiscent pajamas. It wasn't the sluttiest thing I'd ever worn, but I'd make up for that with other factors.
     When I walked out of the closet, Bakugo was sitting on his bed, staring at me.
     "Wh... you... Damn, Deku."
     I sauntered over to him.
     "What can I say, I'm a hoe, hoe, hoe," I murmured as I climbed into his lap.
    I took a strand of ribbon out of my pocket and held it up.
     "What's that for?"
     I leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
     "I want you to tie my hands behind my back... and then I want you... to do with me as you please."
     He gawked at me, swallowed hard, and nodded.
     "Give me that shit," he said.
     Bakugo snatched the ribbon out of my hands, pushed me off of him, and spun me around. He wrangled my hands up behind me and tied a tight bow over my wrists. He turned me back around and yanked me forward onto him.
     "As I please, huh?"
     He dragged his fingers over my torso, eyeing my body with a hunger in his eyes. He undid the buttons of the suit's top furiously. He marked up my neck with fierce kisses and little bites here and there. His back hunched over while he dragged his lips and tongue over my chest.
     I liked when he got rough with me. It allowed me to pretend I wasn't pretending. I could become engulfed in the fantasy of a heated affair with my sworn enemy. It was a break from the fake wishy-washy love story I had to tell.
     Bakugo stood up and shoved me on my back. He tore my pants down my legs and blindly cast them aside. He leaned over me and crushed our lips together. I whimpered into it. Tongues swirled around each other. Teeth scraped against one another. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't nice. It was hot and hasty and I was losing my mind over it.
     He jerked back and feverishly reached over for his nightstand. He opened the drawer to take out a bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers. I watched with eagerness.
    Bakugo came back over to me. He kissed me while his hand ventured downwards. First there was mild tingling and then there was stinging pain. I gasped out against his mouth. He didn't stop to ask if I was okay like he normally would have. He just shoved his finger in the rest of the way.
     "Kac...chan..."
     I felt his lips below my ear.
     "You're so damn beautiful... so fucking sexy. You drive me insane."
     He said the last word of the sentence in unison with his second finger's entry into me. I shrieked.
     "You like that shit, don't you?"
     I nodded quickly.
     "Use your words like a big boy, Deku."
     Damn. He wasn't screwing around this time.
     "I... I like it... I like it."
     "Yeah?"
     He started to work his digits in and out of me. I groaned helplessly.
     His movements stopped awhile later. I opened my eyes to discern the reason for that. Bakugo was putting a condom on. I let my head fall back onto the mattress with a sigh. My back arched when he thrust forward with staggering force. I shouted in shock and elation.
     He didn't go easy on me. Right away, it was hard and fast and angry.
     "K-Ka-Kats-Kacch... gah!"
     "Can't even talk right... you're a fuckin' mess, aren't you?"
     "Uh-huh!"
     I wasn't listening to what I was saying. I heard something that sounded like a question and I replied.
      Both of our vocabularies soon dwindled to repetitions of "Ah!" and assorted curses. I regained some verbal capacity when I started nearing my breaking point.
     "Kacchan! Oh, god, I—! I'm gonna c-cum!"
     "Fuckin' do it. Yeah... yeah... cum for me, baby. ...Oh... Oh, f-fuck! Hah—ah!"
     My strident cry followed right after his. I felt like I blacked out for a second as I reached my climax. When I could see clearly and think relatively clearly once more, Bakugo was slumped over me, panting heavily. I laughed breathily.
     "Whew. That was a good one," I said.
     "Oh, we're not done."
     "Huh? But... but I—"
     "Shut up, you damn nerd and let me suck your fucking dick."
     "O-Okay."
     What I'd really given Bakugo on that far-from-silent night was control. I hadn't decided to throw in some light bondage because it was a kink for me, I did it to make him feel like he was in charge. I needed to fool him into thinking he had power over me to ensure the imminent proverbial slap to the face hurt him that much more. So, really, it was a present for me, not him.
•••
     The first thing I did on Christmas morning was mewl in pain. I squirmed in Bakugo's arms.
    "Huh...? What... what's wrong?" he mumbled.
     I didn't feel bad about waking him up. It was his fault for putting me in that state.
     "It burns," I whispered.
     "What? ...Oh."
     "I think you went a little overboard, Kacchan."
     "Sorry."
     "Are you, though?"
     "...No."
     "That's what I thought, you monster."
     "You didn't tell me to stop."
     "I didn't want you to stop... at the time."
     Bakugo moved away from me to sit up. I laboriously flipped over to face him.
     "I have something that might make you feel better," he said.
     "Is it Neosporin?"
     "Yeah, it's Neosporin. I got you Neosporin for Christmas, Deku. How'd you guess?"
     I raised my eyebrows at him.
     "No, it's not fucking Neosporin. I got you a damn phone. Here."
     He leaned over and opened one of his nightstand's drawers. He grabbed a box out of it and forcefully placed it in my hand.
     "You really got me a phone?"
     "I had to. That old hag woulda destroyed me if I didn't."
     I held the box to my chest and smiled fondly at him.
     "I love it."
     "You haven't even looked inside."
     "It's from you. I don't care what's inside."
     "Since when are you so low-maintenance?"
     "Must be the holiday spirit."
     "Yuck. Get outta here with that Hallmark crap."
     I laughed softly and turned my face in to kiss the side of his arm.
     "Thank you," I said. "Even though my ass is on fire, I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had."
     Bakugo pulled me into his side and rested his chin atop my head.
     "I'm glad you're happy."
      And I'm glad you're so gullible.