More than enough
asexual pro hero Katsuki Bakugo x high libido gn reader
Summary: figuring out a middle ground for their relationship. Both of their needs satisfied but no boundaries broken.
Cw: +18, NSFW, dom Katsuki Bakugo, sub gn reader, established relationship, a bit of degrading, no mentions of readers genitalia, a bit of angst/comfort. Probably out of character Katsuki Bakugo.
2K words - to read on ao3 here
“You call that a plank, rookie? That’s pathetic” Katsuki scoffed “start again” he says while pushing down on your back with his foot, he wasn’t even trying hard, just enough force to break your stance. His boot leaves a mark of dried mud on your shirt.
You let yourself feel the cold floor of his bedroom. You feel frustrated, tired, but you know that if you do it right, you’ll get what you want. Endure until failure. Your arms feel like jello, you don’t know if you can even get up from the ground. But he doesn’t let you think about it.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, start again” his voice is sharp, you don’t want to disappoint him, don’t you?
Your arms feel like giving up, your legs tremble. You’re covered in sweat. You get on your knees and get into plank position again.
“Tch. keep your ass up” he corrects your form putting his calloused hand under your stomach. Good form matters. He presses slightly and hums in approval.
“That’s more like it” he says after standing up. “Hold for one minute”
You can keep it up, just a few more seconds and you’ll get your reward. You want to be good for him, don’t you? But wanting to fulfill his expectations is not enough to help your exhausted body from collapsing.
“Twenty seconds, giving up on me already?” You don’t even answer. This is the third time you can’t reach a full minute. Though Katsuki is harsh, he knows how much he can push you without breaking you.
“Fine loser. Get up” he says, his tone is still sharp.
You roll on your back and you look up at him, your fringe is stuck with sweat to your forehead, your breathing ragged.
“Come on, rookie, get up” arms crossed over his chest looking at down you, his stern look falters for a second.
You get up, you’re feeling exhausted your legs tremble and so he catches you putting his arms under yours, holding you in an embrace. You’re sticky with sweat. He doesn’t mind, he presses a kiss on the top of your head.
“Not bad” he whispers.
He leads you to the bathroom and makes you sit on the toilet seat. There he had already set up the usual: water bottle, candle, lavender soap. The first part of your reward.
“Drink” he says handing you the water bottle, you obey, it’s crisp.
Katsuki turns on the water to run you a hot bubble bath. He checks the temperature, adds a few drops of the lavender soap and dims the bathroom lights.
“You okay?” He asks, you nod “I didn’t push you too hard did I? Was I too harsh?” His hand rubs your back soothing you.
“No, it was fine” you lie, you know your body will ache like hell tomorrow, but for this it’s worth it.
After two minutes or so, the bath is ready. He offers his hand to help you get up. You take it, and he slowly helps you get in the water. Holding your hand, while his other arm is ready to catch you if your legs give up. The contrast between the warm water and the cold sweat that covers your skin makes you shiver. He helps you settle you down.
Katsuki grabs a sponge and the lavender soap, he makes foam and starts to diligently cleanse your body. “Arms up” he’s still commanding, but his tone is softer. You lift your trembling arms, and he cleanses. His touch is gentle and caring, he makes sure to do it efficiently and thoroughly, like everything he does.
“You doing okay?” He asks every couple of minutes, looking at your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod, almost almost there. After he finishes cleansing you and makes sure you’re hydrated, he asks “ready?” Your heart races in anticipation, you give a short nod.
“Hands” he demands extending his hand, you lift your hands to him. He guides your hand down to your stomach.
“Touch yourself, slow” he holds your gaze and expects you to oblige.
Four months ago, you were giving your best at sucking your boyfriend’s cock to make him hard, but like every time since you did when you started dating, something felt off.
He just sat there on the couch, didn’t make much noise. Your jaw was numb as this point from all the effort and time you put. But still, his cock was soft.
He just sat there on the couch, didn’t make much noise. Your jaw was numb as this point from all the effort and time you put. But still, his cock was soft.
“Sorry” he muttered, you stopped.
“Something’s wrong?” You asked letting go of his cock and wiping away with the back of your hand any saliva that dripped down your chin. He shook his head.
“Just stress” his eyes twitched and he looked away, something he always did when lying.
You were worried you were bad at it, maybe too slow? Or you used too much teeth? He was a pro hero, the best of the best, you figured he probably has had better sex before.
“Bullshit” you said and he tensed up “you always zone out when we fuck, it’s not just stress.”
Katsuki still averts his gaze, his shoulders slump at your words. He feels cornered, he can’t get out of this one lying. After all, he has used up all the excuses he could think of: stress, worried about patrol, some rookie fucked up doing a reckless show off move instead of prioritizing evacuating civilians. By then, he expects you to think something is wrong with you, it’s only natural to come up with that sort of conclusion. But he’s scared of telling you the truth, he feels broken. How can he tell his partner, who deserves everything that he doesn’t like sex, never did, never will.
He knows sex is important to you, because he sees the fire in your eyes, the longing. The way you look at him when you’re trying your best to please him, but he doesn’t whimper, moan, doesn’t even grunt. He knows you hold back, that you yearn for him to be all over you. You have told him before that you have a high libido, that sometimes it makes you feel insane when you don’t fuck or touch yourself for a few days.
“Kats? Talk to me, please?” You plead and your voice cracks. He decides it’s best to be honest, you deserve that much.
“I don’t.. like this, it feels… weird” he says and when your eyes get wet immediately he curses himself mentally, he wasn’t the best with words. He quickly corrects himself “sex itself, not you. You’re perfect.”
“You don’t like sex” you repeat, not a question just trying to process it.
“No, I don’t” he says quietly.
“But… you have been forcing yourself, this whole time?” You ask, he braces for rejection.
“I want to make you happy, you deserve better” he says “you deserve a boyfriend that can get hard and fuck your brains out.
“Dude, no” you stand up and start walking around in circles, like you always do when you need to figure something out. He pulls a pillow to cover his soft cock. Not because he doesn’t want you to see him, but because he feels vulnerable about facing this conversation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you” he mutters, clenching his fists to focus on something else.
“I don’t want you to force yourself, that’s no good, Katsuki” your voice cracks “you’ve been forcing yourself to do something that makes you feel like shit for me, but haven’t you think that I don’t want you to suffer?”
He looks up at you, he doesn’t know what to say but sorry. You sigh, frustrated because he’s apologizing for being himself.
Silence settles in.
“Do you like masturbating? Kissing? Cuddling? What about romance, do you love me romantically?” you ask all at once after thinking it for a few minutes.
“I do love you, a lot” he says rushed, he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t. “and yeah kissing and cuddling it’s fine. It’s just sex, masturbating all of that” you’re not crying or yelling, so he feels a bit more calm, but can’t help his bottom lip from trembling “it makes me feel… empty”.
“We’ll find a way around this” you caress his cheek with your thumb. And he pulls you onto his lap burying his face in the crook of your neck. Tight. Desperate, relief. You’re not pushing him away, that’s good.
It’s not like you don’t mind at all, that you could live without intimacy. No, it’s important to you. But the love you have for Katsuki is greater, so you promise him you both will figure something out.
After taking a week or so to think about how you both could get a way around it, all the research you did online, gave you an idea. You run it by Katsuki while he was chopping vegetables for a soup. Leaning on the countertop of the kitchen island.
“Would you hate it to talk to me and watch while I touch myself?” You ask, he stops chopping but doesn’t look at up.
“I wouldn’t hate it. As long as you don't expect me to engage in it” he resumes his chopping.
“What counts as engaging?” You ask, fidgeting with your hands. You know now he’s asexual, but you don’t exactly know which his boundaries would be. You haven’t asked until now.
“Touching you, each other or touching myself. Kissing is okay” Katsuki says.
“But could you talk to me while I do it?” You repeat.
“I guess. What do you want me to say?” He leaves the knife on the table and turns to look at you, hands gripping the counter to release the stress this conversation brings.
“You like bossing people around, right? At work and during training” you state and he nods “maybe that could work? And some praise if I’m good at doing what you say?”
“You want me to insult you?” He asks a bit amused. “Are you sure?”
“A little, only until I’ve gained my prize. I’m sure” you answer, hopeful.
“I could do that” he says after a minute. He doesn’t hate the idea. He likes being in control, giving orders. And if it’s a way of you both to have some type of intimacy that doesn’t fully involve him, that’s okay.
So by now you two have settled into this little ritual, intimate enough for you, but not crossing any of his boundaries. He exhausts you training you till failure or as close to failure as possible. He’s harsh and will call you pathetic, loser and push your limits just enough so you won’t break. But after he’s satisfied with your effort, he will run a bath for you, cleanse you and instruct you to touch yourself. He’s still in charge of the rhythm but his words are of praise.
“You’re doing so good for me” he kisses your forehead as you touch yourself slowly. He’s sitting at the edge of the bath tub, got his shirt damp but he doesn’t care about that now. You gasp.
“Faster” you speed up right away, your face is flushed and he looks how desperate and pathetic you look. “Stop” your hand lingers, you don’t stop fully. His tone is a bit stern again “hands” he commands again and you lift both your hands above water.
“Don’t be a brat” he says but his tone isn’t annoyed, it’s playful “keep going”. You resume as soon as he says that.
“Good keep going” he sees you tensing up after a few seconds, you’re close. But it’s no fun if you cum right away, right? So he says “you’re not allowed to cum yet” his thumb runs along your bottom lip, you stop, you were so fucking close.
You feel seen, cared for, even if he doesn’t engage and never will, more than with words and kisses. His devotion and care while doing so, fills you up. It’s more than enough for you.
