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With the weekend greeting him, Bakugo’s thoughts kept drifting back to their ‘first’ night together, the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her skin still vivid. For days, he’s been wondering when her next ‘first’ request would be or if she was ever serious about asking him again. It was distracting him and it was exactly what he didn’t want. They didn't exactly have a solid deal.
The morning of their night, she promised nothing would be weird for them. He agreed. It was partly true; their usual norm would be no talking to each other since they have different circles.
Aside from his growing impatience for what was next, everything else was normal. He keeps finding himself looking at her at random hours of the day, waiting like a dog on a leash she doesn’t know she has. This was completely uncharacteristic of him. VERY unlike him. He tends to keep his emotional distance, for the better.
“Hey Bakugo! wanna come with us watch the new movie?” From the couch, Kirishima let out a holler, his arm slung around his alien girlfriend, whose gaze turned upwards, filled with expectation.
Bakugo's coffee cup paused mid-air as one of his eyebrows arched in silent judgement at the pair. “What’ya think?” he said as he took a sip.
Kirishima already knew the answer.
“Come on dude, we’re going to the cinema, that’s not always an everyday event!”
On weekends, they could leave school grounds, provided their internships works finished or with Mr. Aizawa’s approval. Once he’s had his coffee, he usually gives his consent, or if they promise they’ll return to the dorms no later than midnight. Bakugo doesn’t take advantage of the free time to go out and leisure. He spends most of his time consumed in rigorous training.The loud clang of weights echoes in the otherwise quiet gym. Sweat beads on his brow, evidence to his training for hours, and the faint scent of exertion hangs in the air. A typical day to day he memorized to the bone. A day off is foreign to him.
“I don’t care.” With a last word, he turned his back, his weight settling on the kitchen counter, a sign to the extras that he’s no longer interested with the discussion.
“Sure bro, won’t force yah.”
He hears the TV turn up.
“I told you he’d say no!” Pinky exclaims with a whine. “We can’t have Ochako as a third wheel after last time, have you tried asking Deku again?”
Bakugo’s ears twitched, and he subtly tilted his head at the sound of her name, a move he hoped the two didn’t notice. The coffee cup remained clamped between his teeth as he strained to hear the hushed tones of the two couples conversing.
“He said he’s busy.” Kirishima said, his voice barely a breath, “We could—”
A happy whistling enters the room, and he makes eye contact with Tapeboy who looked like he had just rolled out of bed, dried saliva on his chin. They both nod at each other before he hears Mina squeal Tapeboy’s name.
“Sero!”
Bakugo, anticipating her question, turned and spoke before she even had the chance to ask. “I’ll come to the fucking movies.” he said firmly. Too late to take back. Too quick to even process.
Mina who stood from the couch looked at him with surprised blinking eyes.
“Great dude! we go out around 3, sounds good?” Kirishima beamed, his fist in the air.
Looking confused and clearly not understanding the conversation, Sero met the eyes of the three with the same surprised, blinking expression as Mina. “Will I come to?”
“Su—”
“No,” Bakugo stated flatly — too quickly, prompting a raised eyebrow from the couple. He too would like to ask himself, ‘what the fuck is he doing’ before he stared Sero down, who gave a slow, sleepy shrug, the sound of his yawn echoing in the slightly awkward tensed room, and turned towards the cupboards.
The living room buzzed as their classmates streamed in, the morning sun slanting through the panes, painting stripes of light across the floor. A wave of excited chatter washed over the room, drowning out the quiet after hums of their awkward conversation. Their classmates, faces breaking into grins, called out greetings to the couple, who remained surprised and also confused from Bakugo’s earlier agreement.
“Morning lovebirds!” Denki’s over the top voice boomed as he swung his arm around the two.
A soft presence brushed against his side, and Bakugo angled his head to see Ochako’s pink cheeks bunched up. “Good morning Bakugo!”
“Morning,” he replied, his voice carefully casual, as if her sudden appearance hadn’t instantly transformed the dawn. His lips curved upwards, but he hid the amused smile beneath the brim of his coffee cup.
A crescent moon shape formed in her eyes as her smile widened, her hair still a charming mess, much like it had been when she woke up in his arms a few nights prior.
Not an image he should keep in his mind. No.
He left the room as he eyed Pinky walking close to probably talk to Cheeks. To prevent being pestered with inquiries that could stretch until the movie, he’d avoid the Pink Alien till then.
After his morning workout, which gave him time to ponder the afternoon’s plans he’d agreed to, he got a text from Ochako. She expressed her excitement about him joining them at the movies, assuring him they wouldn’t be interfering with Pinky and Kirishima’s date. He didn’t respond, knowing they’ll meet later in the day, anyway. His mind was still on the fact that he agreed just so they wouldn’t ask anyone else or that once he knew Ochako was coming along.
Why would he care if she's coming?
At this day and age, no one goes to the cinema anymore; most of the time they just wait for the movie to be available for streaming so they can watch it in the comfort of their own homes. It was rare to go to the cinema, spend money on a movie that’ll eventually be free online; at least that’s how he thinks. It wasn’t his plan; he was just asked to come along so he didn’t complain. He didn’t even know what movie they’ll be watching.
He switches his attention from one shirt to another, tossing his choice of shirt to the bed along with his jeans before hoping on the shower to get ready.
“Mm Bakugo, that feels nice” he recalls her whispering.
He bit into his lower lip, his hands pressed flat against the slick, cold tile as the water cascaded over him, his mind still replaying the soft sounds she made. “Get a fucking grip.” A hiss escapes him as mental images of her body, her hair entwined with his fingers, flood his mind. If she changed her mind about the entire ordeal, the least she could do is tell him about it, not infest his brain of herself in such a pleasured state.
It’s not like he can read her mind!
It’s not like he can read her mind?
Wanting to move past the thought, he rushed through his shower and resolved to ask her about it once the film was over. If she wanted more, he’s down but if she didn’t he didn’t care, not his loss.
It was a hot summer afternoon but since he assumed that they’d take the whole day out, he brought along his favorite bomber with the orange inner linings. Even though he rarely felt the chill, his mother’s constant nagging to bring a jacket when he was young made him accustomed to always having one on hand. With a quick sweep of his hand through his blow-dried hair, he took a brief look in the mirror, then left his room, hands deep in his pockets.
The clock in the living room said five minutes to three, and he was just in time and as expected, he was the earliest. With a heavy sigh, he sank into the yielding cushions of the couch, his thumb idly flicking across the few photos on his phone. His thumb settled on one blurry photo, his brows in bunch.
“Excited to see the movie Bakugo?” He recognized the sound of her voice as she asked. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed hard.
She usually wears tights over her school uniform skirt, it was he was used to seeing her in but this time her legs were bare aside from the knee-length socks and the short white skirt. His eyes traveled to her face, observing the soft pink of her cheeks that subtly matched her top; its uppermost button casually open.
“Not really just didn’t have anything better to do.” he excused as he takes his eyes away and swiped down the photo he was zooming in before she came.
“Well, I am! It’ll be my first time going to the cinema!” She exclaimed with delight, bouncing with anticipation as she sat next to him.
Bakugo’s eyebrows shot up in inquiry as he slid his phone away and turned his gaze toward her. “First time watching a movie in theaters?”
“Yep!” her lips popping the ‘P’ “I never got to go when I was kid, tickets were too expensive.”
For him, money was never an issue, so the price of movie tickets back then never even entered his thoughts. He always checked out all All Might’s movies on the first day screening with his parents. He knew Ochako always penny pinched but nothing past that. Heck, her phone being the oldest model in class was a dead giveaway that she didn’t grow up like most of them but to think she hasn’t tried some things he thought were normal gives him thought of how different their worlds are apart from aspiring to be heroes.
For some reason, it makes him look forward to it too, knowing he’d be a part of something she’ll get to cherish as another first. Again. Just like their deal.
It wasnt even a deal. What would he get out of it again?
“Know what movie we get to see?”
“The new horror movie! they say it’ll keep you up at night and I like to challenge if its true.” she whips up a folded up paper and shows it to him.
The poster depicted a girl’s terrified face, contorted in a scream, smeared with dark, crimson blood. Bakugo blinked, genuinely taken aback that anyone would still bother with printed posters. With so much content readily available online, print media has become a rarity. “I printed that myself so I can paste it on my journal later along with the movie ticket.”
Oh.
He found himself hiding another smile as he offered it back to her in the way she folded it.
Mina’s excited squeals and her enthusiastic tugging of Kirishima preceded any thought of a response, as she declared her happiness for the upcoming double date. Bakugo cleared his throat, his voice gruff as he denied it outright, while Ochako’s lips pressed into a tight, silent line.
Did she think it was? Did he just fuck up by saying it wasn’t?
It isn’t, right?
He dismissed the thought. Kirishima, with a beaming smile, took the lead and guided them all towards the gates. Bakugo drew in a breath, grateful for Shitty Hair’s ability to twist awkward things around quickly.
The way to the cinema was filled with Mina and Kirishima babbling about the new movies coming up. He and Ochako mostly remained silent, observing their surroundings, except when Ochako expressed her gratitude for being included. He could tell she’s thrilled without her saying a word, seeing it in the playful rhythm of her steps and the animated joy on her face. During the train ride, she would intermittently tuck her lips in and out, while also swaying back and forth.
Bakugo found out the two planned the date specifically for her after Kirishima nudged and whispered it to him, admitting going to the cinema was never an option for a date for them till now. With Ochako’s preferences in mind, Mina browsed the list of upcoming films and finally settled on a horror movie. They originally planned to ask Deku to ask her to go, but the nerd was too busy doing whatever he was doing, probably working on his support items with the American kid All Might said was his niece. Mallory or something. Bakugo bristled as he didn’t like how he liked how it turned out, that he got to go instead.
He should be training.
He appreciated their secluded spot in the back, with only a handful of other people sitting close to them. Unlike the packed houses he’s used to as a kid, these theaters now are much less crowded. Cinema nowadays rarely get full unless it’s a new All Might movie or a third installment of a fantasy trilogy. He could count at least twenty, including them. She sat on his right, holding the big bucket of popcorn Kirishima bought for the two of them to enjoy while he and Pinky sat a row in front of them. Bunch of fuckers.
As the lights dimmed and the usual rules in the theater echoed, he saw the glow of her phone as she silenced it. He followed her and silenced his too and slipped the phone in the back of his jeans.
Then, with a gentle motion, he removed his jacket, and placed it on her lap. A gesture without thougt, or rather unlikely from him.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he lowered himself into the seat. The cinema was noticeably colder, and he saw her legs shiver when she sat down. “Don’t want to be fucking shaking when you watch do you?” He grunted, rolling his shoulders back and settling his weight against the seat.
“What if I do?” She said, and he turned to face her, her question drawing his attention with confusion.
A playful grin touched her lips as she gave a gentle nod, then popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. It took a few minutes of staring at her before Bakugo’s ears turned read and his lips spread to an amused smile. was it a joke or is she implying something?
With a deep breath to bolster his nerve, he reached out and laid his arm on the seat next to hers. A subtle turn of her head, and he sensed her looking his way from the corner of his eye before she repositioned herself, drawing nearer to his side. The two in front were completely unaware, and he was relieved they had chosen a seat a little distant from them. If Mina catches even a glimpse of this, she’ll lose it, and the whole place will buzz before anyone can leave the movie. She draped his jacket over herself, its generous size functioning as a makeshift blanket. It was big enough to hide her completely, and his arm was snug around her. He inched closer as the movie started, the only barrier between them being the arm rest.
For the first few minutes of the movie, Ochako’s attention was solely on the screen, while his was on her. He intently watched her face, his gaze focusing to her for any flicker of emotion. During jump scares, a subtle twitch would lift one of her brows, and her lips would press together. His fingers were nestled warmly against her waist, concealed by the sleeve of his jacket. He could feel the slight tremor that ran through her when a scare genuinely startled her, distinct from her usual composed demeanor. So absorbed was he in her reactions, that when her hand gently guided his, it took him a few disorienting seconds to register the touch.
Her gaze remained fixed on the screen, her fingers gently pressing his hand, encouraging it to shift higher. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath was a warm sensation against his fingertips. The thin fabric of her top, a thin barrier that he could simply lift. He stares at her, waiting for her to look at him but she only smiles, eyes still on the movie. As his hand moved under her top to slide it upwards, he shifted his body to gain a better range of motion. She took a breath and this time she looks around before placing the empty popcorn bucket she had on her lap to the other seat with his hand still cupping hers. He gave her a light squeeze and her hand lands on top of his. Her fingers pushed his, as if guiding him how she liked.
Her bra shifted upwards, and he gently stroked her taut nipple with his thumb. From afar, it looked nothing like how they are; just a couple snuggling close. At least, that’s how he thinks. Hopes. Her head moves back to moan in his ear as she guides his hand away, positioning her bra back and places his hand on the edge of her skirt.
A guttural shriek ripped from the main character’s throat, mirroring the terrifying sight of blood seeping onto the ground. His fingers play with the hem, the pads of it brushing along her thigh. “Cheeks” he whispers for confirmation. For the first time since the start of the movie, she looks at him with her eyes wide and her smile teasing. “Only if you want to, too.” He understood her without a sound, just by watching her lips. The urge to kiss her for her audacity wrestled with the risk of being spotted danced in his head.
Not like what they’re doing right now isn’t, right? His fingers were in risky territory why can't his lips be too?
She gives her attention back to the movie but not without repositioning the jacket on her to cover her knees up. His hand crept under her skirt, a warm touch against her skin. “Fuck” he says under his breath. As the movie was at a slow pace, focusing on the main character’s panting movements through deserted hallways before the next scare, Bakugo’s fingers lightly drummed on her thigh, then shifted to playfully tugging at the fabric of her skirt. He traced its length with a slow, deliberate motion, then steadied his grip.
His thumb hooked on the waistband of her underwear; by the feeling of it on his skin, it seems she’s wearing lace. As his finger slid down, he scanned her expression, waiting for a flicker of response. She still didn’t look at him but the way she bit her lip assures him she’s fighting off the urge to spread her legs further open for better access. She tilted her head back, her warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. He angled her head just so, allowing his lips to lightly kiss the skin behind her ear.
“Is this on your list?” He spoke in a whisper, his fingertips creating faint circular patterns on the lace barrier. She slowly shook her head. “It should have been, I’ll cross it out.” She mumbled back, closing her eyes for a minute before stifling a moan when he teased to pass through the only barrier of his finger to her skin.
Her eyes, dark and glistening, met his in the dimly lit cinema; the background screaming of the movie echoing the banging in his chest. A low hum of approval, the subtle movement of her thighs, and the faint scent of her hair against his nose, a mix of sweet vanilla and his perfume mixing; intoxicating him. He felt the rush spread through him, a desire creeping up in his stomach, mirroring the colors of her round perfect cheeks.
A single glance back from those two, and they’ll be in deep trouble. He can't have them be caught.
Secretly, he enjoyed the heart-pounding thrill, though he’d never say it. Just one look from her, One bat of her eyes, and here he was, ready to risk public indecency.
Not really something aspiring heroes should be doing.
The speakers blasted a cacophony of screams, and her thighs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them. He lightly rubbed, testing how the jacket draped over her, revealed his movements. He should have brought a bigger one. As the main character fled for the third time, intermittent flashes of light illuminated the scene and the crowd watching. Ochako’s leg nearly lifted, its intention to wrap around the other. He hushed her with a whisper, his fingers dancing a gentle dance of quick and slow touches. With a final, deliberate push, two fingers slid inside, and she managed a choked swallow, unable to meet his gaze. Even through the barriers of clothes, and the limitations of his movements, her wetness allowed his fingers to glide in and out with ease. She shifts restlessly as his thumb continues its circular motions on her clit.
Cinemas don’t do bathroom breaks. He’d like to take her to a more secluded place to show her much more of what he can do. Just enough to keep her asking for more.
“I like that, don’t stop.” Bringing his shirt collar closer, she leaned in to share a quiet sound of pleasure in his ear. His ears shared the heat of her breath, his canine tooth digging in to his lower lip as he keep his composure. The simple request that came out of her lips slowly building a fortress in his cage. More, he wanted more.
She did too.
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, taking in the small portion of the “lovebirds” that were visible to him. Mina’s vibrant pink hair cascaded over Kirishima’s shoulder. Their focus was on the movie. The other moviegoers, seated several rows ahead, seemed oblivious.
Cameras.
Looking up, his eyes narrowed, trying to spot any small, blinking red signals. He noticed one in the far corner and a grin spread across his face. “Wanna come on camera Pink Cheeks?”
“Huh, where?” She almost removes his hand away before he settles her back gently. “Shh, it’ll probably won’t be clear enough for our faces to be recognized, our part is probably blocked. Plus, you have the jacket.”
She looked hesitant at first, her grip still around his wrist but soon the main character was breathing heavily, hiding in a strange container before she settled back in and smiled loosely at him. “Make my first movie in cinema worthwhile then?” she breathed as she let go her grip.
Bakugo smirked, his eyes gleaming as he did exactly what he was told, even exceeding expectations.
It didn’t take long before she was clamping his arm down, her breath heavy and syncing with the loud screams echoing from the speakers. With practiced ease, he retrieved a chocolate bar from his back pocket, tore it open one-handed, and crammed it into his mouth. He wasn’t much for sweets but it was all he had and he needed the sweet rush.
She leans forward, squirming, and he languidly moved his fingers, hooking his two fingers. He gently brings her back to recline on her seat. He could sense she’s holding back the sounds he had just discovered she could make the first time they did it. Her arm on his side holds him, her fingers gripping tight.
While his fingers moved in and out, his thumb continued its steady, circular motion. She’s slicker. A few more.
The killer finds the main character’s hiding spot and her scream joins Ochako’s as she masked it in a way she was reacting to the movie and not that she was having a release in public.
Her head dropped back onto his shoulder, her fingers unclenching from his other arm. He leaned in, his breath a soft sigh against her skin “There’s no bathroom break during a movie Cheeks, tell me how it goes yeah?” he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on her temple and straightening her jacket. He crouched down a little for the people behind.
Not that there were any. A hand suddenly gripped his wrist just as he was about to leave. The flashes from the movies illuminate a blissful smile spread across her face, her cheeks rosy as she pushed a packet of tissues into his palm and met his eyes. Damn.
He nodded and moved quickly to not miss out on her.
From the moment he left for the bathroom until he was back in his seat, Bakugo’s face wore a wide, triumphant smirk. The movie was nearing its end when he returned, which likely explained why Ochako didn’t snuggle back into their earlier position. Instead, she folded the jacket properly and placed it on his seat. With a questioning arch of his brow, he turned to ask, but she responded with a smile and a pointed finger at the screen. The girl has won the fight with the ghost or killer or whatever was chasing her throughout the movie. He was so preoccupied with Ochako's reactions that he barely paid attention to know the important parts of the movie. He’d just have to skim through the synopsis if the two were dumb enough to ask his opinion on it.
She whispered that she too rushed to the bathroom real quick to freshen up, giving him a quick chaste kiss on the lips before anyone else could see.
Her lips are as soft as he remembers. Fuck, he wonders if they’d get to continue what they started when they get back to the dorms or if he’ll have to wait for another first on her list. She said he can request anything he wants, too. He remembers it clear as day just like he remembers how her skin felt under his touch.
Was that the benefit on his end? They really had to straighten it out.
The credits appeared on screen, and simultaneously, the cinema lights flickered on. From the corner of his eye, he saw the couple stretching as they stood up to face them. Kirishima had a wide grin on his face that made Bakugo assume that they weren’t the only ones doing something they shouldn’t. Pinky mirrored Ochako’s expression and both look oblivious to the fact. He quickly slipped on his jacket, the fabric rustling as it settled around him. A whiff of Ochako’s perfume, must have transferred to his jacket, filling his senses as he took a deep breath.
“Hows the movie Chako! did you like it?” As soon as they emerged from the rows, Mina swiftly intertwined her arm with Ochako’s.
“Yeah Cheeks, hows the movie?” he teased as he nudged his elbow to her shoulder.
She gave him a sly, sidelong glance before her usual excited smile spread across her face. “It was great! not that scary tho!”
“Really? but I could hear you reacting the entire time. It’s okay to be scared Ochako.” Kirishima commented and Bakugo can’t hide the snicker
Ochako’s mouth kept shut in a thin line and peeked up at him before answering “well it had good jump scares but the plot was generic.”
“Hm, true. But that chase at the end? Totally fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, unaware that Bakugo’s amusement, thoroughly enjoying his quiet jabs at Ochako.
“Me too!” Ochako’s enthusiastic reply made it clear to Bakugo that her excitement had nothing to do with the movie and that she has a differet chase in mind.
He shoved his hands inside the pocket of his jacket and felt a thin fabric he doesn’t remember being there.
He stood still as the three went ahead.
Even without a glance, he knew the familiar texture, but his eyes still darted to confirm. Delicate black lace, its intricate pattern twisted with orange colors. If his mouth could stretch further, it would. She kept surprising him. An explosion of surprises.
He shoved it back in, his fingers twisting together in the fabric, and casually walked to the direction where Ochako and the alien couple went. A few ideas in mind.