Blood and Air [Bakugo X OC]

A Massage*

"Lay down."

"I don't need a fucking massage-"

"Lay. Down."

"Tch, this is fucking stupid."

"Yeah, yeah, you said that for the hundredth time - lay your ass down on your stomach." Katsuki flipped over and I hummed in approval.

I finally got on the bed, grabbing the white and purple bottle of lotion. It took about five minutes to convince Katsuki to let me give him a massage and not the other way around. Though that sounded very enticing. 

I wasn't as sore as the last time. He said it was perfect then for him to be in control. I threatened to get dressed in full gear and keep separate. He slowly but surely began to listen.

It was Tuesday, and I wanted to help Katsuki relax a bit, what with the final coming up Friday. So I decided to give him a message.

"You can get a massage once in a while. It's beneficial, you know?"I said, sliding to sit across his behind- why is it so toned too, damn it. I get that Katsuki trained his body to be made of muscle, but really? His ass feels strong through his shorts - wait, why am I thinking so hard?

"I know, Vampy," Katsuki grumbled, adjusting a bit underneath me. I felt my face blush as I was pressed into him a bit. After some contemplation, I didn't change, didn't put anything else on. So there was nothing protecting me except a thin, lacy pair of lingerie and one of Katsuki's large t-shirt. One of the two were going to be ruined soon, I expect.

"I would put oil, but I don't want my house to explode," I explain as I clicked open the lotion and started squeezing some onto his back.

He tensed, and I bit back my laugh. "So I'm gonna be smelling like you?"

I sniffed. Still couldn't smell my lotion. "To everyone else that isn't me, if you don't take a shower," I replied, placing it down on my bed.

Katsuki claimed he would rather have a massage in my room than anywhere else, so that was that.

My thighs tightened around his hips and I started. I began on his lower back, at first rubbing the lotion in. I did my best to ignore the smoothness of his skin that was enhanced by my lotion, the scent of caramel that overwhelmed the orchid one, the heat beneath my fingers.

I celebrated it but didn't lose myself in the touch.

"Favorite color?" I asked, moving up his back.

He snorted. "Why?"

"I'm doing that question shit, so humor me." I smoothed my hands up his middle back.

He tsked but answered. "Orange."

"I thought so."

"Let me guess - yours is fucking red."

"What made it so obvious," I said teasingly. Katsuki snorted and moved one last time, the ripple of muscle making me go in awe.

"How many languages do you know?"

"Oh, that's a hard question," I murmur, starting on his lower back, pressing my thumbs in circles slowly. Katsuki's body was relaxing under my hands, but he adjusted his hips a bit to get more comfortable. "Let me see... I'm fluent in nine languages, but overall I know eleven," I answer nonchalant. Katsuki froze and turned his head to look at me.

"What kind of fucking languages do you know?"

"Japanese, Korean, English, Spanish, Chinese, Russian, Hindu -man, that was difficult to learn, Portugese, French, and a bit of Arabic and Hebrew." I continued my trek up his back, using strength to truly massage the muscles.