Chapter 37 - Enchanting

WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT

You heard him before you saw him.

You were pulled from your morning manga by an aggressive voice that could be heard all the way from the street. You stood from your lounger and fluffed out your wavy beach hair, your heart swelling in your chest, before tightening the sheer gold wrap around your hips that covered the bottoms of your seafoam green bikini.

It had just been you, Yaoyorozu and Shouto for the last few days, but the next batch of classmates were due to arrive - Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, Sero, Mina, and of course, Bakugou.

As you crossed to the foyer, Yaoyorozu shuffled down the stairs in a rosy yukata, ready to greet her guests. You leaned against a doorframe watching your friends enter the grand space, oohing and aahing as you had done only a few weeks before. They had all arrived together in a large van and Kito-san graciously took their bags.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw Bakugou walk through the door. His spiky ash blond hair was slightly shorter than you'd seen last and his skin was just a shade tanner from patrolling in the sun. He wore a black tank top and forest green cargo pants.

"[y/n]?" You pushed off the wall when you heard Yaoyorozu's voice. "Oh, there you are. Would you show Bakugou, Kirishima and Mina to their rooms? They're the ones along the left side of your hallway."

You waved and exchanged hellos with each of our friends. Mina, Kirishima and Kaminari leapt on you as Jirou and Sero were still dropping off their bags. You lost your balance and dropped to the floor, the three of them dog piling on top of you. It felt so good to be with your best friends again.

Dusting yourself off you headed toward the stairs, only then catching Bakugou's attention as he eyed you in your bathing suit.

"Follow me guys." You tipped your head for them to follow you up the stairs and down the hall. They each wore the same stunned expression you surely wore when you first arrived. You opened a room on the left side of the hallways and let Mina peek in.

"Oh my God!" she squealed. The walls were a sunset coral, compared to the honey gold of your room and the bedding was a soft pink rather than white, but the layout was the same. She immediately jumped onto the lush pile of downy comforters on the opulent bed. The mountain of pillows exploded around her, some falling to the floor. "It's like a hotel! It's better than a hotel!"

"I'll leave you to just roll around in there for a bit," you chuckled as she continued to poke at every little thing in the room. "This next one is yours Kiri." You pushed open the second door. The room was similar to the one you'd just shown for Mina, but the coloring of the walls was darker, more masculine.

"We could have an awesome slumber party in here!" His eyes were wide as he took in the space.

"We could have an awesome slumber party pretty much anywhere in this house. Wait until you explore. It's insane," you said.

"Can I explore now?" Kirishima walked back toward the door.

"Sure, I mean, if you want. Head back down the stairs and everything's on the main floor. These are all bedrooms up here." The red-haired boy pushed past you and Bakugou and made his way back down the stairs, calling for Kaminari and Sero. You turned to face your boyfriend, who until now had been rather quiet.

"And this is your room." You took a few more strides down the hall and opened the last door on the left before you reached your own room. You stepped inside first. Bakugou followed you and closed the door behind him paying no mind to the decor.

"Finally," he breathed and took you in his arms, crashing his lips against yours. His hands traveled along your waist, touching the exposed skin of your stomach and back. Goosebumps instantly covered your whole body, but you felt nothing but warmth. Your feet moved instinctively as he pushed your back up against one of the walls. In all your time apart you'd almost forgotten what his skin smelled like, what his hands on you felt like, what his kisses tasted like.

You ran your hands down his sides until you found the hem of his shirt.

"Miss me?" he chuckled into your mouth as you began lifting it up, tracing the firmness of the muscles with your fingertips. The black garment landing on the floor a moment later, your hands moving greedily along his chest, his shoulders, his back. The cookies certainly hadn't affected his physique at all.

"Shut up." You stood on your tiptoes and nipped at his ear before your lips collides with his again.

He pushed forward against you, his knee slipping between your legs and a sudden heat rushed up to your core. His lips moved along your jawline then to your neck. You let out an audible moan as you tossed your head back. Over a month with no contact had all your feelings bottled up and begging for release. His hand traveled to your back, the strings holding your bikini top getting looser before you heard Bakugou's voice in your ear.

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop." His voice held a seductive purr but an honesty as well. He wouldn't force you to go farther than you wanted.

"I don't want you to stop." You met his eyes and nodded. The strings fell apart and you impulsively threw your arms over your chest. His hand skimmed your forearm and you realized you were shielding yourself. You dropped your hands and let the seafoam material fall with them. Bakugou pulled back just slightly, taking in your bare breasts, your chest heaving up and down.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He pulled you into another deep kiss, your chests crashing against each other. You exhaled into the kiss, not realizing you'd been nervous for him to see you.

He moved his kisses back down your neck, your shoulder, nipping at the bare flesh, before taking hold of your breasts in his hands. They felt rough on the soft, smooth skin. After all the flirtatious pictures and teasing conversations, it felt a little unreal to actually have him see you and touch you like this in person. You were melting. You were putty.

Your back arched when he flicked your nipple with his finger and then brought his mouth to the same spot. His tongue looped in easy circles around the delicate bud and you gasped at the sensation.

Your hands traveled down his body, stopping at the solid metal of his belt buckle. He was clearly as excited as you were, his erect member hard against you. You rubbed the bulge through the fabric of his pants and his breath hitched. You quirked a smile at your own power over him. Your fingers fumbled with the leather strap of his belt, wanting to see more of him, feel more of him. His hands caught your wrists, stopping you from undoing the buckle. Your eyes shot open and you looked at him, embarrassed that you had presumed.

"Tsk. I'm going to have you saying my name, not the other way around." His scarlet eyes were narrow, almost predatory. Your knees nearly buckled under his gaze, but you tried not to show how turned on you were.

"Is that a challenge?" Bakugou ran his hands down to your hips, his thumbs hooked on either side of your bikini bottoms. They slid down barely an inch.

"Always." He raised an eyebrow, a silent question asking if you were sure. You nodded before taking his face in your hands and pulling him into another rough, desperate kiss. Your bottoms were pulled from your hips, dropping to the floor between your feet. You didn't even have a moment to kick them away before Bakugou's hand began tracing circles on your inner thighs, moving higher at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Fuck...

You moaned in time to his touches. Another ridiculous challenge, another stupid competition, but this time you didn't care. You'd be happy to be beaten. He began to tease the outside of your entrance with his fingers, noticing the slick juices that coated it.

"And I sense you're going to lose," he growled in your ear. You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the embarrassing noises that resided within your throat.

"I just have to not say your name, right?" you cheekily replied. He smirked at your sass and grabbed both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above you head.

I'm in trouble.

He slipped a finger into you, lazily pumping in and out. Your breath hitched and he slid another finger in. His pace quickened. You could no longer stifle your whimpers and breathy moans. Just listening to you make Bakugou harder. Three fingers. His touch became rougher.

"Slower... please" You could see the flash of panic that crossed his eyes at the thought that he'd hurt you. His hand slowed, hitting a delicious rhythm. His thumb began circling around your clit. Your back arched against his touch and he pressed his chest closer to yours, your bodies melting together. He released your hands and you immediately wrapped yourself around his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders. His breathing became heavier and you felt the knot in your abdomen grow tighter.

"You can go faster now," you breathed into his neck, your head buried into his shoulder, all your focus on just trying to hold yourself up. He let out a single chuckle, but his pace didn't quicken. If anything, it slowed even more.

"You just have to say it." Bakugou's tone was cocky. He knew he had you. With his free hand he grabbed your breast. He lowered his mouth to your nipple once again, flicking his tongue against it.

"I always knew you were a kinky bastard." It was getting harder to speak between your whines and moans. He left your chest and nipped on your neck and ear.

"You know what I want [y/n]..." You were so close. You rocked your hips against his hand, but he pulled away ever so slightly. He wasn't going to let you win.

Fine dammit.

"Please Katsuki..." You were breathless, your legs shaking.

"What was that?" he purred into your ear, chuckling.

"LET ME FUCKING FINISH YOU LITTLE SHIT!" You were much too loud, but your exclamation seemed to entice Bakugou. He devilishly smirked at you, his canine practically glistening. Knowing he'd won, he began pumping harder. You gasped as you approached the edge. You could see the flush on his face too. He was really getting off on seeing you like this.

"Hey [y/n]! Can you come down and tell Denki that if he sneezes in the ocean that we'll all get electrocuted and die?" Kirishima's innocent voice bounced down the hallway.

Bakugou covered your mouth in a heartbeat, drowning your moans, but didn't slow his pace. Your eyes went wide at Kirishima's voice, suddenly remembering you weren't alone, but you couldn't help how you continued to tighten as Bakugou thrust into you with his fingers.

He smirked before shouting, "TELL HIM I'LL KILL HIM IF HE STEPS OFF THE SAND!" You were amazed Bakugou could sound so measured when you could see the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy, excited breath.

"I'll try." Kirishima's voice got further away as he turned and descended the stairs.

You mewled into Bakugou's hand. He watched your face in awe, taking in the sight of your desperate body shaking from his touch. He released your mouth, but you bit down on his finger, inciting a wicked grin. He pumped in and out. It was exhilarating. It was intoxicating.

Holy shit...

The knot snapped. Your body convulsed and his pace slowed. You went limp as you rode out your orgasm, feeling lightheaded from the sudden rush, your breaths beginning to slow. Bakugou kissed you gently on the lips and pulled his hand away.

"To be continued," he gloated, a giant grin on his face. "C'mon Ashtray, get dressed. We've gotta make sure Pikachu doesn't kill everyone." He rummaged into his duffel bag with his clean hand, pulling out a pair of blue swim trunks and headed toward the bathroom. Your knees buckled and you landed on the floor, watching Bakugou's strong back disappear around the corner.

***

It took you a minute to collect yourself before you scanned the room for your clothes. You snatched the bikini from the ground and threw it on quickly. You opened Bakugou's door and poked your head out, checking that no one was in the hallways before taking the few steps to your own door and sliding inside.

Pressing your back against the wall you took a few deep breaths. On shaky legs you walked to your bathroom and cleaned yourself up before taking a look in the mirror. Your face was flushed, your pupils dilated. Your [h/c] hair was tousled, and small nips dotted your neck and shoulders. You hoped you could pass them off as freckles. Taking a step back you knocked your heels against the tub. Grateful to sit, you planted a hand down on the cool porcelain and lowered yourself to its edge. Your mind was racing.

It's fine [y/n]. This is normal. He's your boyfriend. And that was really fucking hot and amazing and you're not going to be embarrassed...

If your cheeks weren't already still pink, you were sure they'd have flushed at your obvious lie. Your pulse quickened at the memory of his hands gliding across your skin, the plentiful moans that had escaped your lips, and in a house full of people no less.

A knock on your door ripped you from your reflections. You felt like a baby deer, standing for the first time as you rose from the lip of the tub.

"Coming," you called out, your breath huskier than you'd thought possible. Bakugou slid the door open as you turned the corner, looking perfectly delicious in his bathing suit with a grey towel draped over his shoulder. You froze at seeing him. He closed the door.

There was a moment of lingering silence, where Bakugou just found himself staring at you. You couldn't hide the fresh wave of pink that covered your cheeks and shifted your gaze to your feet. When you got the courage to look up at him again, you could see that a blush touched his features as well. While he had been his usual cocky self, he had been just as unsure, just as nervous to touch you like that. And now out of the heat of the moment you finally saw one another. It made you appreciate the step you'd both just taken.

"[Y/n], I..."

"ARE YOU GUYS COMING?! WE'RE BURNING DAYLIGHT!" Mina's voice traveled from the first floor, breaking the stillness of the moment.

"WE'RE FUCKING COMING!" Bakugou shouted, but not a speck of ire touched his eyes. He looked only at you with an enchanting softness. He held out his hand. You took a few steps forward and grabbed it, lacing your fingers between his.