Calling All Capers
It kind of feels like Himiko’s life is in a continuous downward spiral right now and she hates it. Miki isn’t speaking to her, which she understands, but it still stings. Rachel is speaking to her, but she’s acting so apathetic about what happened that it makes Himiko not want to talk to her. Rachel should be just as mad as Miki is, not pretending like it doesn’t bother her. And if it really doesn’t bother her then what is that saying about their friendship? Did she ever really care at all? Were the last two years they spent just fake?
Don’t get her started on Katsuki’s attitude. He woke up in such a shitty way this morning and has been going like that all day. It’s not even worth addressing at this point. She figures there’s no reason for her to take it personally and get all worked up over, he’s just having a rough time and it’ll pass, but if they both get pissy about it then it’s not helping anyone.
And now she’s just left with the shit day she’s having at work. Remember Ramona? Fucking Ramona! Apparently she’s pregnant, four months and just decided to tell everyone. Himiko would congratulate her except for the fact that she doesn’t like her and she knows that Ramona is mainly bringing it up to explain away all the oncoming shitty behavior and work ethic. Like last night for example, worst close Himiko has ever heard about. Nothing was cleaned, trash was left in the building, expired roast still on the burner -which was left on! “Pregnancy brain” was her excuse.
She’s a med student, she knows that it’s a real thing, but had she been running her shift properly it would have been handled. Seriously how do you walk past all that shit and not notice? It took the morning shift forever to just barely recover from it and mid shift was slammed as well so now it’s all fallen on her shoulders. Wouldn’t it just be awesome if she also had a capable team to help her handle all this? Yeah, it would be, but she doesn’t have one.
Lily is closing with her again along with the new girl, it’s her first close. She is stressed. She came in early to get a head start on her night so that she wasn’t too far behind on her close; making prep for the next few days, cleaning the ovens and bars, the stupid restrooms. Even though Miki isn’t speaking to her, she still didn’t screw her over on the shift side of things and stayed behind to do the counts for her so she had one less thing on her plate. If they weren’t being petty right now she would have kissed her, but kisses are for good friends and they’re not good friends at the moment.
They close at 9 and come 8:45 she has somehow managed to catch up. She’s exhausted and holy fuck she can’t wait to crawl into bed and sleep. “Hey Chase, we’re in the last 15 minutes, only card purchases from here on out so I can count your till okay?” She informs her while checking her phone. Bakugou is hungry and would like food. So much for going straight home.
“Yeah, okay.” The girl replies. Himiko collects the tills and hauls them all to the back where Lily is working on the end of night dishes.
Counting the money is usually always one of the easiest things to do at the end of the night. Just put the money and change buckets on the cash counter twice, check it to the computer, par them at two hundy and go on about her business. The only till she knew needed counting was Chase’s since she did the other three earlier and left two of them in the safe, but she can tell just by looking at them that something is very wrong here.
She always leaves her finished tills with all the bills face down and the one she put back in the drawer earlier is face up and going in different directions. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” She whispers. Toga pulls up the charge reports for Chase’s till and starts counting, it’s over by a lot and the other till is drastically fucking short...almost as if someone was taking money out of it and trying to replace it in the other till.
“Hey Lily could come back here?!” She shouts over her shoulder. This isn’t what she needs right now, but she has a terrible feeling their new hire is a thief.
“You called?” The girl questions. Himiko points to a seat across from her and Lily sits as instructed. “What’s up?”
“I’m just gonna be blunt about it, did you see Chase take any money out of the till today?”
Of course Lily’s response is dramatic, she can never just answer a question flat out and leave it at that. Eventually she gets to the point of it, she definitely didn’t see Chase take any money out of the till. Doesn’t mean anything, she could just be good about being sneaky. Plus, she still has the cameras to watch. “It’s 9...I’ll finish closing by myself, you and Chase can go and don’t say a single thing to her about this conversation or you’re getting written up.”
“You sure? About the closing alone I mean, I don’t mind staying to help.”
“No it’s fine. I’d really rather just do it myself, but thank you for offering and your help already.”
“Okay well...goodnight, I’ll let Chase know we’re leaving.” Himiko nods and stuffs her tills under the desk so she can lock up after the girls leave. Dabi is outside the building when she gets there, she completely forgot that he told her he was coming. She tries to shoo him away mainly because it would look bad if she lets in some random thuggish looking guy after close and in front of the girls and also because she really doesn’t want to be a mule anymore. It was fun the first time, but once is enough.
“We needa talk, Toga.” He tells her, standing in the doorframe like an obnoxious prick. “I’ll wait, I got time tonight.”
“Oh now you have time but you didn’t time last month?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Please move, the longer you stand here the longer it’s gonna take me to close.”
“Oh of course princess, go do your little thing, I’ll be waiting.” The raven smirks and winks at her and Himiko growls under her breath. Why did she think he was cool before?
Hey babe, dinner is probably gonna be late tonight, one of my cashier’s may be stealing so I’ve gotta figure that out. I can pick you something up on my way home.
Bakubaby: You’re not gettin’ in my room after 12
Don’t be such a little shit, I won’t disturb your sleep, promise :*
Yo Gwen, I parred all the tills tonight except for Chase’s and when I went to do it I noticed the money between her till and one of the finished ones was off. I already checked the cameras and confirmed she’s been pocketing cash and tips. May wanna check her other shifts out. I fixed it, but it cost us in the deposit.
It takes an hour before she’s finally able to leave the store, 10:30, less than two hours to get home before Bakugou throws a fit about his beauty sleep being ruined. He’s already so pretty, how much extra sleep could he need?
Dabi is surprisingly still waiting for her out there, he must really need her help or want something from her. She makes it very clear she is not fooling around with him and she has no intentions of getting into any illegal activities. “Matter of fact, I have food to pick up and a dorm room to get back to.”
“How would you like to score a grand in one night?”
Her head cants, 1,000 sheets in one night? That sounds like a lot of money, it is a lot of money and she always likes getting money. Her ears are open, but she’s still skeptical. Dabi just loves having his arm around her neck, she’s pretty sure it’s because it’d make it easier for him to choke her out if he needed.
He walks her over to this busted up black van parked across the street and her eyes go wide. Oh god, this is where he kills her for fucking up last time, how is he still not over that?!
“Please don’t kill me! I’m too pretty to die!” She squeals, digging her heels into the ground.
“Why do you always think I’m tryna’ kill you? Just relax, it’s my partner’s ride.”
“Like...girlfriend?”
“Like a guy I do business with.” He tells her. He lets go of her and pulls open the back doors to the van. A large cloud of smoke emerges from the vehicle and Himiko coughs her way through it, fanning her air space.
There’s three men in this van and none of them look like someone she wants to be around for a fairly long time. The guy in the front seat, leaning over the console has long bright pink hair, something she may be able to get behind and pink eyes too, so pretty. This one is called Spinner, he likes lizards according to the various repitilian tattoos she can see on his arms.
The guy in the black hoodie and jeans has light blue grayish hair that looks like it hasn’t been washed in weeks and good lord has he ever heard of lotion and chapstick? The way he’s scratching at his neck makes her think he’s just a few scratches shy from tearing into the skin and striking blood. It wouldn’t be horrible because you know how much she likes blood, and she could patch him up easily. He has pretty eyes too, like pools of blood, not as pretty as her Katsuki’s though. Dabi calls this guy dick face, but his name is Shigaraki Tomura. Shiggy sounds like a wonderful nickname, like some kind of new dance that hasn’t been invented yet, she’ll work on a little jig later.
The last guy isn’t as creepy looking, he’s dressed up all fancy like a pimp kind of. Nice black dress slacks, orange button up and a black top vest. He even has a cane with him, truly a classy pimp. She’s instructed to just call him Compress, no explanation given, but she thinks it has something to do with his missing arm.
“This is my crew, the League.” Dabi tells her, pulling her inside the van.
“It’s my crew, idiot.” Shiggy grumbles. “This the chick you had me wait an hour for?”
“Hi,” she smiles, waving politely, “Toga Himiko, I go to school with Dabi.”
Shiggy’s dull eyes narrow at her, and he cocks his head towards Dabi. “The fucking idiot that lost the drugs?”
“Relax would you? She had a little slip up, no big deal. I’m telling you, she’s great company.”
“Company for what exactly?” She questions. Nothing has been explained to her yet and though she’s found something in each of them that she likes so far, she’s still not sure that this is the best place for her to be, especially so late at night.
Dabi smirks at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. He gets up and squats over next to Shiggy, pulling a suitcase out from the seat. She always knew he moved weed and pills like nobodies business, but what she’s seeing in the case looks like cocaine and heroin and that’s just something she can’t afford to be apart of.
If she gets caught she would be whatever is worse than dead. She could get kicked out of school, disowned by her parents, Bakugou would dump her in a fucking heartbeat. Jail! She could go to jail! She’s too pretty to be in prison! And far too young, her twenties are barely getting started and she doesn’t want to blow them and the rest of her life locked behind bars.
“No no, you don’t get it. The job isn’t optional.” Dabi shrugs. “You’re indebted to us, me specifically so..this is your life now.”
“Indebted? How the fuck am I indebted?! I paid you!”
Compress chuckles next to her shaking his head. He pats her on the back with a pimp gloved hand and she frowns at him in confusion. “Dear..did you really think 300 measly sheets would cover the cost of what you lost?”
“Let’s face it, if I asked you for the full 1500 you would’ve never paid and then things would’ve gotten ugly, so I cut you some slack. I was just gonna have you blow me as repayment for the rest but you’re the one who swears you’re in a committed relationship or whatever the fuck that means. So now you have to work it off another way.”
“1500? For one pack of pills?”
“It’s called interest. I charge by the day.” He grins.
Oh fucking hell, absolute fucking hell. This has got to be some kind of sick joke. This is why smart peole never go into business with drug dealers, because there’s always some kind of catch. It looks fun at first, but then you get deeper in and you realize it’s not as fun as you thought.
She doesn’t even bother asking what will happen if she says no. Shiggy looks like he would rather just shoot in the face right now anyways so she has no doubts that if she tries not to participate that he will...dispose of her. “What am I getting paid for then?”
“You’re not, I just said that so I didn’t have to drag your ass in the van.” Well isn’t that just shitty. She could’ve used that extra money, Bakugou’s birthday is next month...she would have loved to buy him something really nice. Fucking Dabi.
Toga’s job with the League consists of drug runs and also supplying them with on demand jars of her pee so they can pass piss tests since there’s no way they’d ever pass them on their own. Apparently Dabi’s father drug tests him on a regular basis because he doesn’t trust him, rightfully so. Shiggy is on parole and Spinner’s job tests. Compress is the only one who doesn’t need her pee because he doesn’t use their product like a good smart pimp. Or do all pimps use their drugs? They all sleep with their hookers right? It’s basically like the same thing just without the genitals and stuff. Either way, only the young dudes need her urine. Gosh that’s so weird, how is she supposed to explain peeing in jars to whoever she’ll be living with when that starts? Granted, Ray probably wouldn’t ask questions to avoid the headache, but Bakugou would probably definitely be disgusted.
Tonight she’s just doing footwork with them so she doesn’t have to think about that right now. The dynamic is that Spinner stays in the van on lookout for any cops, Shiggy sits on his ass and complains about how much he hates Dabi, how long this shit takes, and about how he’d rather be at a bar drinking or playing video games. Compress is in charge of the money and she and Dabi are the runners and collectors. He muscles and scares and she...well right now she’s chasing down some scrawny kid that tried stiffing them.
Thank fuck for gymnastics because without it she would be flat on her face from jumping these fences. At first she was strongly against this whole thing, but there’s something exhilarating about chasing someone around with a purpose. She feels like a cheetah stalking her prey and she won’t kill him, but she will maul him and take his money. It feels like a good stress release for the shitty last two days of her life. She’s not even chasing a crappy druggie anymore, she’s chasing everything she’s ever wanted. Friends who support her in everything she does, a boyfriend that realizes she’s a golden egg and never complains about her, a father who accepts her quirks and all.
‘I will have that, all of it.’ She thinks as she lunges forward, pouncing on her target. She cages him in with her thighs and wraps her arm around his throat, like Dabi’s always doing to her. He’s so pissed, squirming and jostling around like an animal caught in a snare trap. Toga laughs, his fighting just makes this all the more fun.
Where is Dabi even at? This bull is stronger than her and she’s clinging, but he’s a wild one. The bull hooks his arms around her legs and they go tumbling backwards, feels like she landed on a rock or something and she’s definitely gonna have a bruise tomorrow. She has been called a clinger before so she clings as tight as she can. Her initiative to fight halts when she feels his teeth sinking into her arm. What the fuck, what kind of dude bites in a fight?
She yelps and rips her arm away, pulling her sleeve up to check for the damage done. Her target slips away from her legs and takes off down the street, but he collides with Dabi’s fist and goes right back down. Well it’s about damn time he showed up. “The fuck have you been?” She hisses, rubbing the bruised skin.
He shrugs and lights up a joint, taking a long drag and exhaling fancy circles. Show off. “Didn’t see the need to rush, seemed like ya had it handled...right up until he bit you. Gonna have to get tougher than that princess.”
“I chased him for like 10 blocks!” She shouts, pushing herself off the ground and brushing her jeans off. Dabi leans over and starts confiscating their perps wallet, pocketing whatever cash he finds in it. Not a lot in there. “What happens if they can’t pay up in full?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” Heard.
“Fine.” She sighs. Dabi plants his boot on the head of the fallen man and pulls his phone out, probably shooting a text to Spinner to come and get them. “How many more of these are we doing?” She asks. “Am I gonna have to chase anyone else tonight?”
“Nah, this is our last collection, just gotta do drops. Spinner will be here to pick us up.”
Good, it looks crazy suspicious just the two of them standing out here with his foot on some guys head. “Why do y’all do all this in one night?” She asks as she walks over to join him. She puts her foot on the guys chest so that she doesn’t feel awkward being the only one with both feet on the ground.
“We don’t usually. Dick head just got out of prison, again, and even though I hate that prick, Spinner and I somehow work better together when he’s in the middle. Plus I had school and shit. Consider this making up for lost time. The boys are back in business.”
Spinner pulls up with the van and Shiggy throws the doors open. She is continuously surprised by the strength Dabi happens to have. She watches him lift this dud up and toss him in casually, like a lightweight bag of garbage. So scrawny, yet so powerful.
He helps her into the van, “try not to drive like a fucking lunatic this time asshole.” He tells Spinner. “I get motion sick.”
“Is that why you don’t run? Ya get nauseous? They have pills for that.”
“Keep it to yourself med school.” Rude.
She spends the rest of her night riding around with them, listening to them banter and selling drugs on various street corners and people’s living rooms with Dabi. It’s not as shitty as she thought it would be. She doesn’t appreciate being eye fucked by some of their sketchier customers, but she likes how the thrill of getting caught makes her feel. That rush of adrenaline you get when you’re doing something wrong and dangerous feels amazing. There’s less work for her to do during actual sells, just count quick and hand it over.
She also appreciates how comfortable they’re making her feel so quickly. Compress is really the only friendly-friendly one, but Dabi is Dabi and the other two aren’t terrible...Spinner isn’t terrible. It will just take more time for Shiggy to warm up to her. Maybe after he receives the care package full of skin moisturizer she’s going to make him. These hours that she’s spent with them have been the most fun she’s had in a while. She isn’t even thinking about how late it is and how she’s probably going to be locked out of Bakugou’s room.
Spinner isn’t about to drive them back to campus so he dumps them in front of Gemini so they can catch a bus back in the wee early hours of the morning. She has no clue where they go from this, but she’s pretty hungry so they decide to hit up some 24 hour burger joint. There’s just something about fries and shakes at 1 in the morning that makes her giddy.
Dabi thinks she did good tonight on her little test run and they next time they meet up he promises to teach her the technical business work. Divvying, measuring, weighing, all that jazz. Really she just wants to attack more people in the streets, running has never been more fun.
She never expected to be hanging out with him like this. Fully dressed, not so shit faced, and actually out in public like normal friends do, but this is nice too. She feels like they’re actually bonding to bond instead of whatever the hell they were doing otherwise. Since this seems like a golden opportunity to better get to know him, she decides to delve into his family and personal life a bit.
The only thing she’s ever known about him is that he is the oldest brother to Shouto, he’s a communications major, and he does tattoos. She wants to know more, but to get something from someone you have to give something. So she tells him about her family, oldest of three girls- all genes come from her mother, her father contributed nothing in the look factor. Her mother is a nervous saint who flushes and cringes at words like ‘heck’ and prefers to spend her time pretending like her family is just as saintly as she is. Her middle sister is a cunt, just fucking awful. Tsukimi has basically spent her whole life competing with Himiko and lecturing her for not being that perfect angel that their father wanted.
She likes to fight over everything even if it’s none of her business. “She harps over me as if she’s my mother.” She’s basically taken after their father, nothing Himiko ever does will be good enough for her. Koemi, her baby sister, is completely different. She idolizes Himiko. Wants to follow in her foot steps through and through. Himi did gymnastics so Emi did gymnastics, she even took it a step further and did cheerleading too. Himi mastered an instrument so Emi wanted to be versed in the musical talents, she does opera, what a range. Ballet was a little too boring for her, but Himiko understands that all too well.
“Now my daddy, that man, whew!” He’s a good man, bless his soul. But he’s just so very set in his ways, quite old school. He still believes she’s a virgin and will stay that way until marriage. He has no idea that she has a propensity to hookup with girls just as much as guys. He thinks she’s going to be a neurosurgeon or something and not just a simple nurse. His expectations for her are incredibly high and he pushes her too hard, makes the whole aspect of even wanting to make him proud just seem pointless.
“You think you have daddy issues?” Dabi mumbles, playing around with the beer bottle in his hands. “I failed my seventh grade year because I couldn’t go to school like I was supposed to. Constantly sick, not enough sleep to focus, too many unexplainable bruises.”
If she had known that Dabi’s dead was an abuser beforehand she probably wouldn’t have complained so hard about her own dad wanting her to reach her potential so much. Just makes the whole thing awkward, feels like she shoved her foot in her mouth.
He never understood why his father hated him so much. He was born normal-ish. Moderately healthy kid, never complained about anything, never asked for too much. He was really small, weak bodily constitution but he never felt like he raised hell about it. It didn’t stress his family out with overly expensive hospital bills and frequent doctors visits, it just meant that he was too fragile to do all the things his dad wanted. “I guess maybe that was it. Natsuo did football, twerp plays soccer, Fuyumi’s a chick so he had no expectations for her. But as a guy, I was just expected to grow up being some kind of strong legend.”
“Did you even wanna do that?”
“Fuck no.” He laughs. “Fuckin’ hate sports. I don’t get the goddamn point of running up and down a field, kicking balls around for fun? No thanks. No I..I wanted to be an artist, obviously. Hence the career in tattoos.”
“You’re really good at it. I don’t really understand the concept of your tattoos to be entirely honest, but they somehow work for you.” She tells him. She has never tried to put too much thought into the way his ink works. There’s just so much of it and it’s not like there’s a particular design to it. Just deep purple ink on most of his face, his chest, back, arms and even his legs. The piercings he’s done make it all look like patchwork skin that’s gruesome yet somehow strangely attractive.
“It’s apart of the brutal black project except I like purple more. Hurt like a fucking bitch and took years to do.”
“Why though? No offense or anything because you’re still handsome, but I feel like you were probably more handsome beforehand.”
He smirks at her, winking one of the turquoise eyes. “You flirtin’ with me princess?” He asks, nudging her arm with his elbow.
“Just saying.” She giggles.
“I looked too much like my shit hole father. Didn’t wanna look like him anymore. I dyed my hair and that wasn’t enough so I went for the extreme.” The extremist of extremes. “You ever gonna tell me who this little boyfriend of yours is supposed to be?”
Her cheeks burn, and her teeth sink into the soft plush of her lips. “Bakugou Katsuki.”
Dabi looks surprised to hear it, but not entirely scandalized. “That’s the pissy blonde kid on the twerps team right?”
“That’s my baby!” She chirps with excitement. “He’s so cute isn’t he?”
“You two kind of look like siblings. It isn’t weird fucking each other?”
Siblings? She’s never thought about this. They’re both blonde but a lot of couples are. Other than that they have no relatable similarities. No, impossible, and she’s not going to give it anymore thought before she starts finding more similarities and weirds herself out. “We actually haven’t had sex yet, I mean we’ve done oral, but he won’t pound me. Is that weird?”
“He’s gay.”
“He also said my boobs were too big the other day.”
“Because he’s gay.”
“But I think he was just trying to start shit with me.”
“Or-“
“He’s not gay!” She exclaims, huffing at him. “He’s just weird. Okay... I know that I kind of...conned my way into this relationship with him, but I thought he would actually give it a real chance when he realized what I catch I am and how perfect we could be.”
“Well I don’t know princess, you can’t really force someone to do something they don’t want. Uh, my sister would say some shit like... ‘it’s gotta be natural.’”
It felt plenty natural to her. But maybe Dabi is right, maybe she should ask Katsuki what he wants out of this relationship or what would help him make this work. “I didn’t say that. If he didn’t want to be with you he could’ve told you to fuck all the way off, but he didn’t. If he’s gonna be in it then he’s gonna be in it and that doesn’t mean you have to just take his shit. If he’s saying and doing asshole things, call him out on it. You wanted it, stand your fucking ground, idiot.”
Ugh, finally! Someone who understands and is on her side! This is all she wanted from her friends and it feels damn fucking good hearing it from Dabi. She’s going to stand her ground tonight and every other day after this. God this turned out to be such a great night all things considered.
It’s roughly close to 3AM when she finally stumbles into her boyfriends dorm room. She had to pound on the door until someone let her in, but she got in there alright. This sweet little redhead is such a good person. He’s so nice and helpful, keeping her face off the floor offering her water for her insanely dry mouth. He’s so surprised that she’s here because he thought she came back hours ago, but he’s so glad that she’s here now and safe.
Bakugou is so annoyed, how dare she come home this intoxicated and this fucking late. Why does she smell like weed and who was she out with? Wasn’t she supposed to be at work and where the hell is his food? Really he’s bitching for no reason. She’s having a great time, they should all be having a great time. All he wants to do is shove bread down her throat and make her lay down. The bread is yummy, but there’s something else she would much rather prefer to swallow.
“Why so you can vomit on me?” He hisses under his breath. Himiko is sitting on the bed, swaying slightly while she patiently waits for Bakugou to finish stripping her for bed. “Up.” He mumbles and she tosses her arms up, giggling and kicking her legs. The shirt gets pulled over head and he undoes her bra next. His hands push against her shoulders, shoving her onto her back so he can get her pants off.
“W-why won’t you sleep with me?” She asks him. “I got a real pretty vagina man, you seen it.” Bakugou walks over to his dresser, ignoring her, and pulls out a t shirt for her to wear to bed.
He tugs on her arm, pulling her up so he can slip the shirt over her head and then lays her back down. She watces him as he checks the time on his phone and then his eyes turn to her. A lazy grin slips onto her face as she parts her thighs for him. His hands grip the meat, running along her exposed skin slowly, creeping higher and higher to the waistline of her panties.
She’s fantasized about this a million times before and she can’t believe it’s finally going to happen. Bakugou Katsuki is going to bed her, sure it’s not after some amazing heroic feat like slaying his mortal enemy and saving her from her dungeon but either way this is going to be a dream come true.
Her arms wrap around his neck as he lowers himself down to kiss her. Every one of his kisses always makes her feel like everything in the world will be okay, like she’s floating on a blanket of clouds. She leans into his kiss, sucking on his bottom lip. His tongue swipes at her own lips before slipping into her mouth. Her hips lift, brushing against his groin and he grinds down against her.
His lips travel to her neck kissing and sucking at her pulse while his hands reach under her shirt, groping her breasts and teasing hardened nipples. “Where were you tonight, huh?” He mutters into her skin, snaking a hand into her panties.
She sighs softly as she feels his fingers on her, stroking her slick folds, teasing her clit. She pushes against his hand wanting to feel him more, but he pulls his hand back. “No no, I’m in charge.” He tells her, “you answer my questions and I reward you.”
She whimpers, pouting at him. “I’m gonna pass out, can you just fuck me and we talk about it tomorrow?” She whines.
Katsuki sucks his teeth and shrugs, removing his hand from her panties and moving to lay down on his side of the bed. Himiko sits up, gaping at him in disappointment and confusion. “What are you doing?!” She exclaims. “I need your penis sir!
“Sounds like you don’t since you won’t tell me where you’ve been.” He says.
Him holding his penis hostage isn’t going to work for her and how long does he intend to do this for? What happens if she tells him she was hanging out with a bunch of drug dealers and a pimp? “I was just with some friends.” She whines. “I..I had a good time, we drank...had shakes and fries...I could’ve brought you a burger back.”
“Ya could’ve. Selfish.” He grunts, pulling the blanket over him. “Said you were gonna pass out right? Go to sleep.”
“No.” She whines again, yanking the blanket down. ‘Stand your fucking ground idiot.’ Dabi was right. She already committed to standing her ground and tonight she wants sex. They’re together, they’re both hot, they should be banging like rabbits but instead they’re acting like a geriatric married couple that’s lost their sex drive.
“What the fuck is your problem? Are you blind mister? Look at me!” She shouts.
“Shut the fuck up, you disturbed the peace once already.”
“Bakugou Katsuki.” She starts in the sternest voice she can manage for someone who’s well on their way to passing out. “You came to me. I was ready to give you up and you asked me to come back!”
“Oh bullshit!” He laughs at her. “I didn’t have to ask you to do shit, you would’ve come back regardless.”
“Well...yeah, but.. I came back a lot faster because you asked me to!”
He rolls over onto his back and props himself up on his elbows, a wicked smirk on his face. “All you have to do is tell me the truth Himiko. I mean for someone who claims to be such a magnificent girlfriend, I feel like you’re not being all that magnificent right now. I mean you blew me off tonight, won’t tell me where you were, who you were with, and now you think I owe you my dick just because you’re hot?” He chuckles, shaking his head and then sighs. “Sounds kind of like a shitty girlfriend to me.”
Himiko inhales sharply, the familiar sting of tears rising. Is he right? Is she being a bad girlfriend? Running away from her problems with others instead of voicing it to him up front? Throwing a hissy fit and complaining, trying to force him to overlook her character flaws. Nobody prepard her for what she should do when faced with that reality. Dabi made her feel like she was completely in the right and could just come in guns blazing, but here he is with his own guns and they’re a lot bigger than hers.
She doesn’t want him to think of her as a bad girlfriend, she wants to be the best one he’s ever had, she knows she can be. She wants to shower him in all her affection and love and she has so so much of it to give him. But he’ll never let her give it if he thinks she’s trifling.
“Okay. I‘ll tell you.” She whispers, nodding to him. “I wanna be a good girlfriend for you.”
“I know you do.” He whispers back. Red orbs watch her waiting for her to spill her sins before him. She remains hesitant and maybe it’s because of the alcohol swimming in her bloodstream, but she sees both Rachel and Dabi on each of her shoulders, the former dressed in white and the latter dazzled in red. Angel Ray is telling her that lying is never the way to go and that she spent a lot of time and effort trying to get even this far so just be honest. Devil Dabi on the other shoulder is laughing at Ray and telling her that she’s an idiot if she tells the truth in its entirety. A little white lie never hurt nobody, right?
She notices then that Bakugou is teasing her by palming the erection in his boxers. Himiko whacks Rachel off her shoulder in her head. If she gets stupid and tells him the entire truth she is never going to get laid, Dabi is right. The world was built on little white lies, everyone tells them, and she can still be a good girlfriend by protecting her innocent baby from the painful truth. “Ray and I went out to get milkshakes and eat...so we could talk and make up ya know?”
“Mhmm, just you and Ray?” She blinks wearily, breathing through her mouth as she watches him push the boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.
She shrugs slightly, “we saw Dabi there, he ate with us.” Himiko inches a bit closer, her palm itching and nibbling on her bottom lip.
“So you were supposed to be bringing me food, but you bailed to hang out with a drug dealer?” ‘Backtrack backtrack backtrack!’
“He propositioned me, but I declined because I have you!” She tells him urgently. “Why would want I want anyone else when I have the most perfect man right here?”
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and he smirks at her, he loves having his ego stroked, she knows this already. “You really do want me, huh?” So badly how does he not understand this!?
At this point her panties and the shirt just feel offensive to her so she tosses and kicks them off, sticky mess. “I would give you...the world wrapped in the prettiest pink bow. I will give you all of me because that’s what you deserve and I deserve all of you...right?”
For a moment he doesn’t respond and she’s tense, rubbing her thighs together for much desired friction. Eventually, finally, thankfully he kicks off his boxers and beckons her over with a finger. She’s never moved so fast, straddling his lithe body, her hands gliding lovingly over such flawless skin, his weeping member pressed up against her wet folds. She can’t help but to grind her hips against him, but he’s quick to catch her hips with his hands.
“You want me so badly? You think you deserve me? Show me, give me a reason to wanna fuck you.” Oh honey, that ain’t nothing but a thang for her, she’s got this. Right now she’s up against every other chick he’s ever been with, she’s got something to prove, something to win, someone to impress.
She leans over pressing her lips to his, pouring as much obvious passion as she can into her kiss, like her life depends on it and in a way, to her, it does. Her hand slips between them, gripping his dick and guiding his head to her warm and inviting entrance. She moans into his mouth and she feels a rumble in his chest when he first breeches these new waters, she’s always tried to imagine how pleasurable the stretch would be, but her imagination pales in comparison to the real thing.
She hates to break away from him, but she wants to see his face for their first time together. She wants to watch him gaze up at her with wonder and love in his eyes the way she always looks at him. His eyes are trained on her sex, watching her as she sinks down on him inch by inch until they’re flush together and she lets out a long, satisfied sigh. Himiko has a habit for being impulsive about everything, but she doesn’t want to rush this so she tries to stick to a steady, rhythmic pace, working him inside her slick...but well, she is Himiko so it’s not long before she feels that overwhelming giddy pleasure rising up inside her. The giggles bubble up in her throat as she bounces on his shaft.
His hands slip to her ass and she feels his nails digging into skin as he bucks up into her and it just goads her on. She feels a little lightheaded when she imagines that nice redhead in the other room and she really, sincerely hopes he can hear them, because doesn’t that just sound so exotic? The shameless sounds of their skin, her sultry giggles and moans, Bakugou’s grunting, she would be elated if she were him, being treated to such a show.
Before she has a minute to think it through she leans back down and sinks her teeth into his nipple and digs her nails into his side, dragging them down leaving trails of beautiful red in their wake. He hisses and curses under his breath, smacking her ass almost as if to warn her, but that just riles her up more. She grinds down hard against him, his pubic hair brushing against her clit and her nails make pathways down his chest. His hips snap up against her and she laughs breathlessly above him her head falling back.
“Fuck, you’re a real slut aren’t you?” He growls at her. “You take my cock so fucking well.” He’s praising her, it makes her feel so good. He’s right, she is the only one who could ever make him feel this good. “Shit look at you, makin’ a mess all over me.” He presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing quick circles against her. She shivers from the pleasure, her hips stuttering a bit at the added pleasure.
“Ahh ‘Suki, you drive me...insane.” She drawls, grinning widely. Her walls clamp around him and she whimpers feeling her climax quickly approaching. He grins up at her, he looks so beautiful, so majestic.
“Gonna cum for me? Cum all over your owner’s fat cock.”
“Yes!” Whatever he wants, she’ll do. As long as it means she gets to keep being his and he remains hers. “Katsuki, fuck!” Her orgasm hits her like a bag of bricks, it’s the single most greatest thing she’s ever experienced. Being brought to completion by the man she loves, her real true love. The man she will marry one day and have lots of babies with. The dragon king that she’s tamed, the boy that’s teaching her how to be better for him and him even better for her. It makes her tingle all over, from head to toe and her heart go spastic with overflowing emotions. So much happiness and love swimming in her body and when she feels Katsuki cum she knows there’s something else swimming in her too. ‘Oops’ should be her first thought, but then all she can think is how wonderful would it be if they just got started on their future right now? Like right this moment?
Him, the famous football all star and her the sweet and cute little nurse that patches people up and draws extra blood for keepsakes. The media would love them and their son would look just his daddy, they would wait to marry, until he can walk so he can be their ring bearer and maybe they’ll have a little girl by then so she can be their flower girl. They’ll have to be close in age though so that Himiko doesn’t have to wait too long for their wedding.
Bakugou Himiko, it has such a promising ring to it. And to think, none of this would be possible if she hadn’t been kidnapped by Dabi and roped into the sketchy nightlife of drug dealing down Boulevard. She owes her patchwork friend so much for all his help tonight and if her staying out late like this riles Bakugou up like that then she thinks they could stand a few more late night makeup romps. They’ll keep the excitement in their love life going, never a dull moment. Devil Dabi is on her shoulder whispering in her ear as she basks in her ethereal glow, he agrees. Part of being a good girlfriend is making sure you have keep things interesting for the sake of wild passion and nights (mornings) like these. Clearly he just really missed her and that’s why he was so upset earlier, next time she’ll just make sure to stay in touch better so at least that way he knows she’s safe. Devil Dabi is such a genuis.
“I love you.” She whispers to Bakugou. If she weren’t so swept up in her fantasies she would know that he never said it back.