That night hadn't ended there. A strange bond had developed between you and Katsuki, an insatiable desire that had been simmering for weeks and that had finally exploded in one night. He had tied you to the headboard of the bed, he had made you enjoy having sex like no one had ever been able to do… and in that moment, you realized that with him, you could have experienced a wonderful love story. The days passed as always, unchanged. At school, none of your colleagues dared to ask you questions anymore—and, after all, they no longer had the chance. Your door had remained closed for months, a silent boundary you had learned to love. Inside, the world was yours: quiet, controlled, far from anything that could hurt you. And that was okay... or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself.
One morning, Midnight and Mt. Lady spotted you from afar, in the schoolyard. You, as always, were flawless, in your little black dress that showed off your perfect body and your incredible curves. Your hair floated in the air, and all the students in front of you looked at you as if you were a goddess. You smiled at everyone, and a new calm reigned within you. You felt serene, complete—and you knew well that, in part, it was also thanks to Katsuki. You lacked nothing: you had everything you needed.
But, as always happens, the rumors didn't take long to arrive. Some had noticed you often got into his car, others said they'd always seen it parked on the same street. There were even those who swore they saw you together one Saturday night at a fancy restaurant.
You, however, didn't care. You let them talk. Because you knew the truth, and that was fine.
"Tara! You look gorgeous!" exclaimed Mt. Lady, truly happy to see you again.
"Hi girls! Thank you." You smiled at them both, approaching them. They smiled back and walked with you toward the teachers' lounge:
"So, how are things going? I imagine they're great, you're all sparkling," Mt. Lady.
"Yes, I'm really happy now."
"Though... we've been hearing some rumors lately. About your supposed relationship with Katsuki Bakugo, from 1-A. Is that true?" Midnight asked, approaching with her usual mischievous smile as she wrapped her arm around your neck.
"Hmm... and what exactly would these voices say?" you replied calmly, trying to hide the irony in your voice.
It was then that you saw him. A sudden, familiar look that struck you like a flash: Toshinori. He was nearby, next to Endeavor and Aizawa, impeccable in his Muscle Form, laughing heartily. But the moment your eyes met, time seemed to stop.
For a moment, you stopped breathing. And so did he.
"So, some say you're dating, some say you just fuck… well, the more the merrier. Are they true, or not?"
"Maybe…But what does it matter?" you asked, still staring at Toshinori.
"But what if you take him with you one night and we all go out together like old times?" Mt. Lady asked, winking at you.
You turned to them, looking surprised. "I don't think it's going to work."
"Why?"
"Because he's so jealous."
"AAAAAA! So you see, you're having an affair with him? Hahaha, good job, good job! So… you don't think about Toshinori anymore?" she asked, still very curious.
"No."
She stared at you with huge eyes, almost disappointed by your categorical answer.
"Why? He's still feeling pretty bad about it…" She continued.
"I don't care."
Midnight sighed, pausing for a moment. "Listen, Tara, if you were starting to develop feelings for him, why didn't you…"
"Girls…girls…that's enough. I don't want to talk about it, please."
"You should have told me. I wouldn't have slept with him…"
You stared at her for a moment, frowning slightly. "The problem here isn't you, Nemuri. The problem is him. First he says one thing, then he does another... I've lost all trust. But really, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want to hear about this anymore, really."
You looked at your watch. "I'm going now, girls, I'm late. See you later!"
Meanwhile, as you rushed to enter the U.A. classroom, you saw Katsuki from afar, walking down the corridor, his usual determined footsteps echoing against the white walls. His classmates, especially those walking ahead of him, stood aside, trying as much as possible to avoid his gaze, aware of the unpredictable mood that made him a storm waiting to explode. But you, who were his love, were the only one who didn't back down. You were the only one who could tame his fury, transform his fire into something more manageable, more intimate.
As soon as he saw you, his red eyes, usually filled with anger and defiance, rested on you, burning with a desire he didn't even try to hide! His gaze was full of lust, and if only he could, he would have fucked you in front of the whole class, he would have devoured you with his eyes before even touching you.
You looked at him with a very sexy look, his eyes drifting to your hot breasts. Needless to say, your smile was one of complicity, but above all, of shared secrets. No one knew for sure that you and he were having an affair, though rumors spread quickly, and within two days, almost the entire institute was aware of it. You were only thinking about the night before, though: those ropes that had tightened around your wrists, his body that had possessed you with a fierce passion, his name you'd screamed as he fucked you mercilessly. The memory of those sensations still made you tremble, and deep down you knew he was reliving those moments too.
Katsuki approached you, his statuesque physique and commanding presence, including the scent of fresh laundry you would have recognized even from afar, filling the space around you.
"Sensei…" he whispered in your ear, in his usual raspy, scratchy voice: "You…you need to be punished for how crazy you drive me."
During class, his classmates looked at him, amazed at the respectful tone he used with you. But you knew it was just a mask, a facade Katsuki showed the world. In private, you were his submissive little girl, the one who took his cock in her mouth until it exploded with pleasure. You were the one who let himself be tied up, who surrendered to his dominion, who allowed him to be himself, without restraints, without fear. From his gaze, you knew he would tie you up again without mercy, more nights where he would make you his, without limits.
Everyone sat down, and after taking roll call, you began today's class. Katsuki was sitting a short distance away, across from Midoriya, his hands folded on his desk and his eyes never leaving yours. Class began, but you knew the real challenge would be maintaining concentration with him looking at you like that.
"Today we're going to talk about a fundamental heroic strategy for those who want to win. We're going to talk about control. How to manage our emotions, how to master our impulses. It's an important lesson, so I hope you'll pay attention."
Everyone said something and talked over each other, not understanding anything. But one voice, the loudest of all, rose above the others: "I'm all ears, sensei!" Katsuki exclaimed.
The class fell silent, but you didn't take your eyes off him. You were already ready between your legs, you couldn't help but want him more and more.
An hour later...
The bell rang, and almost all the students left at once. You were left alone with Katsuki, who was waiting to take you home.
"So..." you said, approaching his desk. "Are you going to behave for the rest of the day?"
He stood up, already carrying his backpack. His tall, muscular body towered over you. "It's up to you, sensei. If you give me a reason to do it."
You smiled, knowing it was a dangerous game. "Then let's see if you can hold out until tonight."
He grabbed you by the neck with one hand. "Otherwise…what will you do?"
You bit your lip. "Otherwise, the punishment will be severe."
Katsuki leaned closer to you, his breath hot on your face. "Don't be harsh with me, sensei. Be good, or I'll punish you right here."
He kissed you sensually, running a hand under your dress. You knew perfectly well it was wrong, right there, in your classroom. And yet, there you were, like two animals in heat who couldn't tear themselves away, even when common sense was screaming at you to stop.
"No, not here…Katsuki. Stop," you said, pushing his hand away from your thighs.
"Shut up, sensei," he replied.
It was just then that you heard footsteps. Heavy. Determined. Too close!
You froze, your fingers instinctively grasping at Katsuki's tight shirt, as he, with a grin that was half defiant and half excited, pushed you against the cold classroom wall. There was no time to speak, no room for hesitation. His fingers tightened on your throat, not enough to suffocate you, but enough to make you feel the control he had over you, that mix of threat and promise that made your panties instantly damp.
"Don't say a word," he commanded against your lips, his voice a low growl that made your legs vibrate.
Then his mouth was on yours, devouring you completely. Your tongues entwined and your teeth bit everywhere, your breaths blending into a single moan as Katsuki's fingers slipped under your dress again, trailing up your thigh until they found the wet heat between your legs. "Holy shit, you're already soaking wet!" He murmured against your mouth, his fingers slipping under the lace of your panties, grazing your swollen clit with a precision that made your thighs clench. "You like it, huh? The thought of someone seeing us… of that asshole All Might coming around the corner and catching me with my hands in your wet fucking hole…"
"What…what does this have to do with…All Might?"
He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a dumbass." He replied, returning to where he left off.
You couldn't respond. Not with words, at least. Your body spoke for you: you gasped as his fingers sank into your pussy, two tight fingers moving in slow circles, torturing you, while his thumb pressed against your clit in a rhythm that made you see stars. A moan escaped you, which you quickly covered with your hands. "Yes, that's exactly what you want, right? For someone to see us. For someone to hear us. For them to know what a needy little slut you are who can't stay away from my cock."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure it would break. His fingers stopped, and you both strained to listen, your bodies tense and ready to spring. You recognized Toshinori's voice echoing in the hallway, muffled but distinctly close, as he spoke to someone, perhaps a colleague or a lingering student.
"...she should be here. I saw her leave the classroom ten minutes ago."
Katsuki didn't hesitate.