Beneath the Bleachers

12. RARE OCCASIONS

chapter twelve,
rare occasions.

Katsuki cupped the back of your head and roughly pulled you towards him, drink tipping and spilling down onto the back of Neito who sat in front of you.

You gasped as he slotted his mouth against yours, sliding his tongue in your mouth.

He kissed you.

It was as if he was waiting for you to say it. To say yes. To say that you would.

Once that passed, he told himself he would kiss you with no second thought.

Your hand grabbed the empty cup between your thighs and handed it to Izuku beside you, who placed it on the table and cheered with the rest of the group.

Katsuki was kissing you.

And you were kissing him back.

Tonight, and only tonight, you both ignored the rules. You weren't the daughter of his coach or a cheerleader for U.A.. And Katsuki wasn't the star player Japan placed their bets on.

Just tonight. Just here.

After, for definite, you said none of this will ever happen again.

In the base of your throat, you kept your moan, and your hand found a place at the back of Katsuki's neck.

He pulled you closer. Kissing you over and over as heat spread across your bodies.

Oh my god, you thought.

Your lips were wet and red by the time you pulled back. You and Katsuki heaved in the air that wasn't each other's like you were both submerged under water.

You felt utterly sober now.

"Fuck," he breathed out.

"Fuck indeed," Denki said, closing his dropped jaw.

"Exhibitionist," Hitoshi commented, nudging Eijirou with his elbow. "Your bestie is a freak."

"Am not," Katsuki flatly said.

Neito whined, grimacing at the drink sticking to his clothes. He dabbed tissue on his lower back where the water gathered as you apologised to Mina for ruining her rug. "Couldn't have asked her to put the drink down first, could you?" Neito narrowed his eyes at Katsuki.

"I do what I want."

Your heart was still racing. No one had ever kissed you like that. Thrilling. Hot. He kissed you liked he needed you.

Katsuki leant back on the cushions again, lips in a straight line but eyes hiding the fact that he did enjoy what happened more than he's showing. He hid his smirking mouth with the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the arm rest.

Kyoka chuckled, pointing at you. "Do [name]."

"Fuck off," Katsuki replied. "Can't."

"You literally just kissed her."

"Innocent little kiss," he countered, arm returning behind you. "Ain't that right, Dream Girl?"

He whispered those last two words.

You crossed your legs over each other, folding your arms over your chest as you shakily laughed, trying to calm the bubbles in your stomach.

"Just a kiss between friends," you said.

"Just friends," Katsuki assured everyone.

"Alright!" Mina wiggled her brows before checking where the food was. "Pizza's on its way. Let's clean up? We should go talk to the others outside too..."