Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 18

A/N: Couple hours late. But it's here. Happy holidays, everybody. See you next year.

-(-)-

His plan had been to get Momo and Izuku to become close friends. To turn their interest in him into something they can bond over. By doing so, he would be a formative part of their friendship, making him more difficult for them to discard. After all, it isn’t like they can’t suddenly decide his wandering eyes and other parts are not worth tolerating. From a purely practical standpoint, Momo could do far better than him. She’s wealthy, intelligent and beautiful. She could have anyone she wants all to herself. From a relationship standpoint, Izuku could do far better than him. Though being so sweet and earnestly good would only see her taken advantage of by other unscrupulous men. But theoretically, she could do better.

And so he devised a plan to bond them together through him, and by bonding them through him, it would bond them to him. When he came up with this plan, he ha expected it would be a very difficult task, balancing that relationship, especially when they would still be only two of more women in his life.

“Saiki, you need to take Izuku on a date!”

Somehow, despite everything, Saiki is still surprised by how shameless and earnest Momo Yaoyorozu is. She stands behind a frozen Izuku, hands on her shoulders as the shorter girl stands ramrod straight, trembling a little at being put between these two more assertive people. “H-Hi!” Izuku says, awkwardly raising a hand to wave with an uneasy, embarrassed smile.

Really, it seems he needn’t have worried. His plan is going better than he ever could have predicted. Enough to be surreal. But Momo tends to have that effect when she really wants something. No restraint, no shame. “I agree,” he answers with a surprised blink, “I’d love to take you on a date Izuku. Uhh, you... Don’t mean now, do you?” Sure, school is over but, well he’d like some time to figure out where he can take her on a shoestring budget. With Momo it was easy since students got into the sports festival for free. Without such an easy option he’ll have to get creative.

Momo’s answer is immediate. “Yes.” And accompanied by a serious nod.

“No!” Izuku corrects her. “I mean, I need to get home and my mom is expecting me and I need time to get ready and it’s not fair to drop this on him so suddenly!”

“I appreciate that, Izuku. How about... Thursday.” He has that night off. “I’ll mail you with where and when. Does that sound good?”

“Yes!”

He enjoys the delight of both girls to the arrangement. It tells him just how well his plan is working.

And honestly, even if he was pressured into it, this actually opens up an opportunity for him. To do something he has been wanting to do for a while.

-(-)-

“What the hell do you want this time C-Saiki.” Katsumi near bites her tongue with how suddenly she switches from the insulting nickname to using his real name. At this point her spite for these meetings between them is cute to him. Just because of how much of it he believes is real, and how much is a show to salve her pride. Even now stomping into his apartment there’s a marked difference between how she was the first time she came here and this time. 

Her state of dress, for one. “Hey, Katsumi. You look great.” The first time she put effort into looking unappealing, boring and covering clothes, boring underwear, whatever she could manage to let him enjoy it less. Now? She has the look she prefers. Athletic tomboy chic. A tanktop over sports-bra covered by a light jacket, capris and running shoes. It’s a look that works for her, one that she puts effort into even if she would deny it.

“Oh yeah you’re so handsome too, love what you did with your shithole apartment,” she answers back facetiously, “I got that dumb recording you sent. I fucked up again. What do you want?”

“Oh, come on, Katsumi,” he pleads with only some level of seriousness, “I might have a date with Izuku later but don’t think that means we need to rush.” He moves towards her to an intimate closeness. “I’ve always got time for you.”

“Shit, the worst part of this is when you pull this crap, pretending we’re dating and you’re not blackmailing me or whatever.”

“Blackmail?” he asks, but doesn’t follow up, just shakes his head. That isn’t what he’s doing and they both know it. She could walk right back out that door again and nothing would change but her taking a hit to her pride for welching on their deal. “I just think you’re afraid to admit you like our private time.”

“Your fantasies are more bullshti than Deku’s,” she growls at him. “What. Do you. Want?”

He smiles for her giving him such an easy lead-in. “Funny you should mention Izuku. You know, I think I remember way back when. The... Second bet, I wanna say? The one where you begged me to fuck you in the ass. You remember.”

“Kh-saiki...!”

“You remember. But the other part of it. Oh, what were my exact words again? ‘I could empty my balls down your throat right before I take Izuku on a date and you can’t say a word about it.’ Does that sound familiar?”

Her face turns ashen, the fires of her anger snuffed out like a candle. In this moment, all of her bravado, he strong image gives way to distress. “You want me to...?”

“That’s right,” he smiles at her. “Your punishment this time is to wrap those cute little lips around my cock and suck it until I’m satisfied.” She swallows, Saiki’s eyebrows draw downward as he sees her eyes actually flick to the door for once. “Something wrong?”

“... Pick something else.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“I said pick something else, dammit!” As usual when feeling weak, Katsumi defaults to aggression. “You can fuck my ass again, or, or we can do whatever all the way to your date, I don’t care! Just don’t make me do that!”

“I won’t lie, that’s a real tempting offer.” Forcing her to cum over and over again as he fills her ass for three or so hours does sound like a great way to spend an afternoon. “But now you’ve got me all curious. What’s the issue? I’ve been inside you every other way. How’s this different?” Her teeth grit again, defiant. “Tell me and I’ll consider changing my mind.”

Her arms wrap around herself, an unusually girlish defensive pose as she looks away. “I don’t want–” the rest of her sentence trails off into incoherent mumbles.

“Shyness isn’t like you, Katsumi.”

“I don’t want to do that before my first kiss, you asshole!”

Her face is bright as a cherry, angry and embarrassed and altogether adorable. “Was that so hard?” Apparently it was with him able to hear her teeth straining from her clenching them so hard. “Though, you didn’t care about losing your virginity but you care about your first kiss? You’re a strange girl.”

“Yeah, well, whatever shithead. I’m not gonna blow you so just pick–”

“How about this?” he pushes her up against the wall. Gives her ample time to stop him, a good second or more to realise what he’s about to do, to have the chance to reject him.

And even though she knows she should want to... She doesn’t. His lips press against hers and her toes curl inside her shoes. He pins her to the wall possessively, lips moving, the heat of his breath, the demanding press of his hand against her shoulder keeping her right where she is so he can take what he wants from her.

She has to ask herself. Why doesn’t she hate this? She came to terms with liking what they did together. She lost. He punished her for losing. And even though they were punishments, he always made her feel good in the end despite the humiliation.

His tongue forces its way past her lips. She lets it. Her mouth opening to give him easier access.

Sex. Romance. The two aren’t always joined in her mind. Her mom always pushed sex as a fun thing to do, not really a thing to take seriously unless you want to. If you want it to mean something it can really mean something. But a kiss? A kiss is how you first express your feelings in a real, tangible way. A kiss is romance. A kiss is real. She feels like an idiot. Because really, she let Saiki kiss her because despite all the animosity she sends his way, she could see something in that. And it’s a stupid thing to believe. He’s still trying to fuck Deku and Ponytail. Even now he isn’t doing this because he feels the same way. He’s doing it because he wants her to blow him and her hangup is getting in the way of that. She pushes him away.

And he backs off, just enough to speak. “You know, it’s funny. We’re crazy similar, don’t you think?” She doesn’t answer, too focused on the mistake she just made. “We’re both self-centred. You’re an egotist who thinks she’s the best there ever was or will be. I’m busting my ass to get everything I want out of life. And in case it isn’t clear yet, I want you.” He leans in again, their lips only a hair apart. “We’re both terrible people, Katsumi. But because of that we were practically made for each other, to make each other miserable, to fight for the top, to fight to be the one one top. A match made in hell.”

She shudders. The closeness, the intimacy with a man she loves to hate and hates to... Appreciate. She can feel herself warming up to the idea that this really is more than just the occasional hate fuck. Her body seems to think so, her nipples hardening under her top, the first heat of liquid arousal starting to stain her panties.

“Are you ready for your punishment now, Katsumi?” he asks, nipping her upper lip.

“F-Fine!” Her stammer undercuts the snapped out word. “If it means you’ll stop saying dumb shit I’ll do it!”

“Alright then,” he grins, pulling her along with him as he moves them toward the bed. He takes a seat on it.

Katsumi slowly lowers herself to her knees. Not the first time she is in this position between his legs. She unbuckles his belt, pulls down his jeans to see he’s just as ready as she is, not that he knows about her arousal.

An instant later she chides herself for being that naive. He has super senses from his quirk or some bullshit. He knows.

His boxers come down next and, “The fuck is this?” she balks, laughing as she sees the thing covering his crotch. “What, Ponytail doesn’t like you playing around and gave you a chastity belt?”

“Nope. My cock is too powerful. It rips my clothes if I get hard.”

Her laughter stops. Not because the statement isn’t funny. But because he says it with such deadpan seriousness that she knows he’s telling the truth. Cautiously, she removes the partially metal article. “You got bigger,” she observes dully.

“Yeah. Had a fun weekend a while back,” he grins down at her. “It had some pretty neat side effects.”

“Wh-whatever,” she grumbles, her words at odds with how she admires the changed dimensions, the strength of its twitches as she wraps a hand around it. The strangely pleasant smell. “Let’s just... Get this over with.”

Her lips come down over the head, first thinking of kissing it before punching that thought in its thought face. Instead  her lips open and she welcomes the first couple of inches into her warm mouth. Is this it? Is this what she’s supposed to do?

“Use your tongue,” he tells her as she just kneels there with his cock in her mouth, not doing anything. “Suck, and don’t forget to move.”

She wishes he would shut up. She knows what she’s doing! Her cheeks hollow as she starts sucking on the head, her tongue flicking this way and that over the tip.

“If you can’t take more than that inside, you can jerk the rest of it with your–”

In defiance of his words, she pushes herself further down. ‘If you can’t’, the fuck does he know?! As if his stupid cock is a challenge! She’s taken it just fine everywhere else, she can take it here! She bobs up and down, her lips dragging along the shaft with her movements, eyes glaring up at him in judgement... And observation. If she’s going to do something like this she’s going to do it well! No she’s going to do it perfectly! She is Katsumi Bakugo and Katsumi Bakugo is the best!

She works for several minutes, watching his reactions to her technique. Her grunts in discomfort as her teeth scrape against his skin, his hips jerk upward with her downward movements. He likes it when she bobs on it, he likes when she takes it deep, she likes when it prods the back of her throat– HE likes! HE likes that! Not she! Shut up, stupid voice in her head!

Soon after that, her hard work is rewarded, for a certain definition. His hand settles on the back of her head, holding her in place to keep his cock in her mouth. “I want you to drink it down.”

Drink–?

“Mmmph!” she grunts, feeling his cock pulse powerfully, swell just that little more in her mouth, before a blast of salty liquid lands on her tongue. And then more. And then more. It soon fills her mouth and she sputters. “Swallow!” he orders and she does. But it isn’t enough. The gooey white substances that slides down her throat is immediately replaced by more. She frantically swallows again. The seal of her lips breaks, cum spilling from them. What can’t escape that way is forced to find an alternate path, climbing up and spurting out of her nose.

And even then, she swallows. Again and again. Her face a mess of spit and cum that spills onto his balls. Mercifully the flow of hot cum stops and he lets her go. She reels back from his cock, taking a breath of air for the first time in what feels like minutes. “Fuh– The fuck!” she complains, trying to clear her nose of his release. “What–?! There is no way that was the same amount as last time!”

“You’re right,” Saiki answers with a shrug before praising her, “Not bad for a first effort. There’s room for improvement but with a little work we’ll turn you into a real pro.”

She scowls at the double meaning. “Fuck off.”

“This is my apartment, you fuck off,” he retorts, only to change his mind. “Actually don’t. C’mere.” He leans down and pulls her up to lay on the bed.

“Whu, I thought you said–!”

“Yeah, this isn’t punishment anymore,” he confirms as he pulls down her pants and soaked panties. “You got me off, and since I’m feeling generous, I think I’ll get you off too.”

“I don’t give a shit! Get o–” She feels a tongue. lapping at her pussy. She can’t deny it feels quite good. “Ohhh...” But that’s nothing to when that tongue draws back so only the tip is touching, then moves so fast it’s like it’s vibrating. She will deny to her dying day the girlish squeak she makes as that flicking tongue passes over her clit.

Or the mess she soon makes of his bedding.

It’s in the afterglow, fifteen minutes and four orgasms later, that she reaches some level of clarity. Some acquisition of peace and understanding.

Yes. She really does like him. No. Letting him kiss her wasn’t a mistake.

When he first brought her here, after he fucked her ass, she had realised she enjoyed the competition between them. The chance to really lose something. That was and continues to be true. Even now she tries to think of new ways to challenge him, new chances to get one up on him, to make him be subservient. But there’s more to it than that.

What he said after he kissed her. He was right about that too. They are alike. They encourage the worst parts of each other. He wants to own her and she wants him to shut his fucking mouth. And they’ll keep battling it out, maybe forever. And maybe that’s the best part. Neither of them wants to be the one to blink first. There’s such a charge in that. An endless competition? Hell yeah! She has seen the alternative. Her parents are the alternative. Katsumi is just like her mom and the idea of ending up with someone like her dad? A limp-dick wuss? No. She doesn’t want someone she can walk over. An easy win isn’t worth shit.

Saiki? He isn’t an easy win. Not by a long shot. Hell, she still hasn’t won even if she got real close once. He’s strong. He’s assertive. He’s a bastard, but he’s willing to fight for what he wants. And she can admit now, she gets a real thrill from being pursued, of being something someone wants that badly.

She considers giving him another go before she leaves. She can’t deny to him or to herself that being forced to suck his cock made her wet. She would be more than okay with going again.

But no. He hasn’t earned it. Not yet.

-(-)-

‘7PM. Tatooin Station. Wear something with support. No skirts.’

It’s a strangely specific set of instructions. Izuku isn’t averse to any of them. She can remember how she blushed when she first read them. ‘Something with support.’ He... Definitely noticed certain parts of her. That has become impossible to ignore. And it’s also something that pushes her recurring dream to the forefront of her mind. It would probably be too soon to try to make some of those a reality on the first date, right? She doesn’t have a lot of knowledge about how this sort of thing is supposed to work.

She arrives at the station a few minutes early, seeing Saiki already there in a tight tee and beat up cargo pants. “Hey, Izuku!” he greets her, giving her outfit of a long-sleeved light-grey top and dark pants. It isn’t particularly flashy, and the curve of her top makes it fairly clear she’s wearing a sports bra underneath. But his mail implied they would be doing something kind of athletic so her mom suggested she dress with that in mind. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, me too!” she answers without thinking. “I mean, I am too, glad that, I, that you are also here. Too.” Everyone tells her she’s always talking to herself and she talks to Saiki all the time! Why is it so much harder now! “S-So what’re we doing? I mean, what did you have in mind for our...” Say the word. Say the word, Izuku! “Date?”

He smiles at her, and her worries... Well, they don’t go away. But they settle to a low simmer. “I thought we’d go for a walk to start with.”

“A walk?”

“Yeah, just something nice and easygoing.”

That implied it wouldn’t stay that way. Her mind is already running a mile a minute trying to figure out what the rest of the date could be. Ideas from bungee jumping to boxing to street racing. Her excitement and nerves clearly getting the better of her. At least until they start walking and his hand settles on her waist.

Oh.

As her mind settles just a little, she realises the truth. What she learned on the visit to Momo’s house. He can’t really afford any kind of fancy date. He has to get by with what he can afford.

... She has no reason to not be honest with herself. As ideas go, an evening walk through Tokyo could be worse. In fact it’s a great opportunity to get used to being close to being so close to him, with all the added implications of being on a date. It’s actually pretty relaxing even with the busy streets.

“Alright, I think this’ll do,” Saiki suddenly says, leading her into an alleyway.

“What will do?” she asks, looking around the tiny space, then back at her date as he looks upwards?

“Yeah. You ready?”

“Ready for what?”

He grins at her. “Follow me!” With a leap that kicks up the dirt around him, he gets halfway up between the two buildings, grabs onto a pipe, pulls himself further up and pushes off again to clamber over the edge of the roof!

Why?! Why would he do that?! She looks around to see if anyone saw. Public use of quirks is illegal! But she can’t do anything to stop him from down here. Drawing on One for All, she kicks her way back and forth up the walls of the alley until she’s on the roof with him, finding him sitting on a raised ledge. “Saiki, what are you doing?! You’ll get in trouble!”

“What for?”

“Public quirk use!”

He grins at her again. “What do you mean? I didn’t use my quirk. You did though. Naughty girl!” he wags a finger at her.

“Come on, this is serious!” she pleads.

He gives her a look that, well actually she doesn’t appreciate. It’s a little condescending. “Yeah, okay. Look, we’re not in public. No people around. And even if someone tried to call us out, the worst we’d get is a stern talking to since we’re not gonna bother anyone.”

“Still...” she wavers, not fully convinced.

He stands again, approaching to put his hands on her upper arms. “Come on, Izuku, I promise I’m not doing this for no reason.” She looks up at him and the look of condescension is gone, a hint of pleading in his eyes, hoping she’ll go along with him for now. “There’s something I really want to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah,” he nods, letting her arms go. “It’s something I really think you should see.”

“Well... I guess if we don’t cause any trouble...”

The instant she indicates she’s alright with it, he grins again. “Great! Catch me if you can!” And with that, he’s off, dashing across the roof and leaping across to another.

“Saiki!” she calls after him. Slightly frustrated, she realises why he told her to wear supportive clothing. Calling on her quirk again she sprints across the roof, leaps over, then across the next roof, following the path Saiki leads her on, gradually making their way into downtown Musutafu, climbing higher and higher until they’re scaling high-rises. The streets below getting further and further away as they race toward the clouds. Her eyes are on his back the whole way as he blazes a path, knowing exactly where he’s going. It reminds her of Kacchan in a weird way. How they both–

Her mind screeches to a halt and she stumbles as she realises she’s about to compare the boy she likes with her childhood friend/bully. Train of thought aborted. New train of thought. Saiki is cool and nice and pushes her to do stupid and reckless things. There. That’s better.

As she’s about to leap to the next building, Saiki’s hand is suddenly there on the other side waiting to catch her. She hops over and lands in his arms. Her blush only partially from the exertion as he continues to hold her like that for quite some time. “Sorry, you seemed to be enjoying that so I thought I’d keep doing it,” he tells her with a teasing smile.

Her blush is no longer from the exertion, her embarrassment eclipsing it completely as he puts her back on her feet properly and she needlessly smooths out her outfit. “A-Ah, thank you! I mean, yes! It was... Quite nice?” She looks around. “Where are we?”

“On top of the crescent building,” he answers, guiding her across the rooftop with his arm once again around her waist. “But that isn’t really important. I picked it because it’s a really tall building,” the come close to the edge and she can’t hold back a gasp. “With a great view.”

Down below she can see an ocean of lights. The traffic, the nightlife of downtown Musutafu far, far below them. It’s beautiful.

“All the way over there,” he points in a certain direction, far off in the distance, “That’s Tatooin station. That’s where we started. All the way over there, all the way down there. We got here, and all we had to do was run.”

“Saiki... I don’t understand.” It makes her feel good about herself, that she can do that now. That she finally has control of One for All. But even so.

“I remember you told me once, I think when we first met. How you basically grew up quirkless.” Basically. Also actually. But basically can work for that too. “I know what that’s like. I know what it’s like to feel powerless in a world of special people. When I learned what my quirk was, I worked hard to be like them, to be special like them. I worked and I worked and I suffered and I pushed myself past my limits over and over again. And now here I am.” Her pulled her close, one side of her body pressed against his as he smiled at her, then looked out at the city below again. “Here we are. It’s not the same as in training is it? This isn’t an exercise. This is us, starting from nowhere and got all the way up here. Because we could. Because we made it possible.”

We’re gonna be heroes,” he continues, and it strikes her that he says those words like an afterthought, “But you know that already. You know what that means, maybe even too well. I know in the future you’re gonna worry me half to death. But what I wanted to show you... You’re special, Izuku. I want you to know that. Not only that, you’re amazing. Your drive, your selflessness, your surprising stubborn streak. You’re not a loser, or garbage, or anything else they might’ve called you back then. You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met and I just hoped that maybe coming up here, travelling and seeing the city as only a hero can, maybe I could prove that to you. At least a little bit.”

He isn’t looking at her. He doesn’t see her eyes overflowing with tears until he finally looks back at her. “Oh shit, did I fuck this up–?!”

She shuts him up by pulling him down into a kiss as she continues to sob. She soon learns she can’t do both, instead settling for a hug, shakily repeating the words. “Thank you!” over and over again. He continues to hold her, bringing them both down to sitting as she gets the overflowing emotions out of her system. “I’m sorry,” she manages as she begins to calm down. “I guess I, just really needed to hear that!” she laughs weakly.

There’s a hint of sadness to his smile, with much more understanding. “I’ll tell you as many times and as often as it takes to make it sink in.”

She kisses him again, an evening spent in an appreciative, loving embrace as they watch the flow of the city down below.