The Tinker

Chapter 30 - Sex Talk

They didn't stop until they were in front of that tiny corner bakery he had come to last week, and then he finally released her wrist. Y/N rubbed it, glaring at him. "What's your deal?" She demanded.

"I'm keeping you from fucking dying, that's my deal." He turned back to the cashier with an angry look on his face, and she flinched at his abrasiveness. "What's your biggest meal?"

"Bakugou, I don't need–"

He whipped back around, seething. "Am I talking to you, Tinkerbell? No. Shut the fuck up." He turned back to the cashier, who now looked horrified. "Get me some food, please. And a black coffee." He slammed some money on the counter, grabbed Y/N's wrist, and yanked them towards a table. He shoved her down into one of the chairs and sat down across from her.

They sat in silence for a bit, Y/N growing more and more uncomfortable. "Thank you," she grumbled.

"You need to eat, Y/N. I mean it. If I find out one more time that you're not taking care of yourself, I'll–"

"You'll kill me. I get it. I'm not doing it intentionally, I just... get distracted."

He reached across the table and grabbed her chin, forcing Y/N to look at him. "Three meals a day, got it? And get that damn paycheck sorted out with Aizawa or I'll kill him too."

Y/N yanked away. "Fine, fine!" She looked away, trying not to blush at how he had grabbed her.

A very scared looking cashier walked up to their table with a tray that looked fit for a party of people, setting it down before scurrying away quickly.

"Holy shit," Y/N breathed. "There's no way we can eat this much."

"You're a coward," He said, thrusting a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

For someone who was so aggressive, Bakugou was a very polite eater. He didn't make a mess or drop even a grain of food, but his speed was rather impressive. Y/N tried not to laugh at the sight in front of her as she ate.

"So who told you about Hawks?" Y/N asked, taking another bite.

Bakugou stopped chewing for a moment, not expecting the question. Y/N was nothing if not blunt. "Kaminari."

Y/N laughed. "I should've known. Well, you know what that means, right?"

Bakugou frowned at her. He clearly didn't.

"You gotta tell me about your sexual history now to even the playing field."

Katsuki almost choked. "What the fuck? No."

Y/N was anticipating that answer. "Hm. I guess I can't ask that of a virgin, can I? Unless you want to talk about your sexual history with your hand. I bet you guys go way back," she teased, taking another bite of food nonchalantly as if her words weren't making him red.

"Jesus, what is wrong with you?" he whispered, looking around to make sure no one else had heard the disgusting phrases coming from her mouth.

"Katsuki Bakugou can't handle sex talk, huh?" A smirk started growing on her face, and anger started rising in his throat.

"Fuck off. I can handle it. And I'm not a virgin."

"Alright, then tell me about your sexual history. It's only fair if you know mine."

Bakugou was getting flustered, and the sight only excited Y/N. It was so rare she had power over him like this, and it was exhilarating. She needed more.

He didn't take another bite. Instead he looked out the window beside them, trying to get his head in the game. He hated being thrown off like this, and he hated that Y/N was enjoying it even more. Not being in control was making him anxious. How to get the power back...?

An idea formed in his mind, and he tried to hold back the evil smile that was pushing at his lips.

"Last year, I fucked some girl from a party." If he was going to pull this off, he was going to have to let her think she was still winning. These competitions were the foundation of their conversations, and he knew that.

"Who was she?" Y/N asked, digging in deeper. Gotcha.

Bakugou started describing Y/N's traits, going into graphic detail, even down to the eyes and attitude. Y/N started to look squeamish, but didn't say anything. Bakugou's plan had worked. It was close enough of a similarity that she noticed, and pictured herself, but not enough that she could call out the similarities without looking conceited.

"I took her back to my room. She made all kinds of cute little noises when I touched her. It was too easy." His voice was getting quieter and deeper. Y/N started to turn red. It was working.

"She begged for me. She was so loud. I had to pin her down to keep her from screaming and waking the neighbors," he bragged, whispering the words slowly. Y/N was starting to shrink down into her chair, squirming. The smile had vanished, and now she looked disgusted.

"Jesus, stop! Gross!" She breathed.

Bakugou leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head as he smirked. "What, Y/N can't handle sex talk?"

Y/N gasped when she realized what he had done. "You absolute fuckhead!  Was any of that even real? Or were you just being a petty asshole?" She demanded, and somehow, her blush got even redder.

Bakugou couldn't help it. He laughed at her, enjoying watching her unable to function with embarassment. She was adorable when she was so flustered.

"If you want more information, I can tell you more," he teased.

Y/N turned all of her focus on the food now, knowing that if she kept looking at him while he was teasing her like this then she wouldn't be able to control herself. She shoveled food into her mouth as he gloated silently, the throbbing between her legs almost unbearable.

"I've told you before, Tinkerbell. Don't start something if you can't finish it."