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“Ya know, the least you could do is pretend to give a fuck about this, MB.”
The daggers you glared at the offending teen bounced off his impenetrable shield of apathy. That stupid baseball bat he always carried around like some bastardized security blanket tap-tap-tapped against the linoleum tile of your kitchen floor. Squeaking from the chair he was sitting on, rocking backwards on two of its legs, joined in the annoying chorus accompanied by the incessant snapping of pink bubblegum in his mouth.
He was giving you that stupid blank face again. Had he even heard you? Of course not, the damn airhead never listened. You felt a vein pulse in your forehead as your level of aggravation grew. God, you just wanted to punch him square in the nose.
“S’not like it even matters, I have more important things to care about than school,” another snap of that goddamn bubblegum, “Like beating the shit out of monsters and saving the city.”
Such a pompous asshole, with that holier than thou attitude. For a second you wondered when it had ballooned. Seemed like he was born with it, really. That pretentious piece of shit had always had ‘better things to do’. Your glare was soon accompanied by a sneer, “Yeah, gonna be real impressive that an S-Class hero like yourself can’t even graduate high school. You’re, like, so fucking cool.”
That seemed to finally get a reaction from Metal Bat, insults always did the trick, as his facial muscles finally shifted to mirror the glare and sneer set on your own face. The tip of his bat hit hard against the floor as he leaned his torso forward. The outline of a vein in his own forehead, brought upon his own rising anger at you, pulsed. Sometimes you had too much in common. “What the fuck is yer problem, eh?”
“My problem?” You let out an exaggerated high-pitched scoff, offended that he didn’t already know the answer. Anger boiled over into hatred. It took all of your self-control not to throw your heavy textbook at him. “My problem is a five-foot-six pain in my ass with a bat fetish and bad attitude. By the way, the nineteen-nineties called. They want their high-waisted pants and ugly greaser hairstyle back, you Yusuke Urameshi wannabe.”
Button effectively pushed. One blink and the end of that baseball bat was pressed against the tip of your nose. The sound of the wooden chair crashing backwards against the tiled floor was overshadowed by Metal Bat’s angry yell, “The fuck did you just say to me, you bitch?!”
If you had been any other person (or monster even) this whole show of bravado might have had you pissing your pants. But you weren’t just anybody. You had known Metal bat since you were in diapers thanks to your mothers being best friends. Through his toddle temper tantrums, that one time he pissed his pants in elementary school, the many middle school brawls that had gotten him detention. If there wasn’t a kitchen table between you two you would’ve kicked him square in the nuts like you had done before on several occasions.
Instead you shot up standing yourself, chair behind you screeching in protest against the floor but not tipping, open palms slamming hard on the table to emphasis. Lips curled back as you spat out, “You heard me, dickwad!”
You held his angry glare without hesitation, daring him to move that bat closer, just see what fucking happened. Though he’d rather not admit it you’d give Demon level threats a run for their money with how fucking scary you looked pissed off. The lines around your lips deepened with a frown, your pupils narrowed into slits, your chest heaving hard with heavy breaths. The whole ‘I’ll rip you to fucking shreds’ aura you oozed.
A few seconds passed. A minute. Two minutes.
Finally Metal Bat huffed, his cheeks puffing out like he was back in diapers throwing a hissyfit when he didn’t get his way, before lowering his weapon down. What looked like a faint blush had crept up onto his defined cheeks but you chalked that up to his rising blood pressure. His arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes darting to the ground. Some point in his anger he swallowed his gum but was still holding that fucking bat. “Yer just lucky I don’t beat up chicks.”
“Yeah, I’m real fucking lucky.” Your own eyes dropped to the table, scanning the various pieces of notebook paper, pencils, open textbooks. A lost cause. It was always a lost cause with him. A familiar tension was rising in your head. The onset of a headache. There was no use trying to hide the disappointment in your sigh. Why did you even try anymore? A question you knew the answer to but didn’t want to admit.
Metal bat dared to peak at you when he heard the not so subtle sound of you slamming your book shut. Like a handful of the study sessions that you had for him before, you had given in and given up at trying to get through his thick skull. It wasn’t that you couldn’t argue with him enough to care but sometimes it was easier to just drop it. Kind of pissed him off even more, maybe even made him feel bad after the fact.
His eyes followed your delicate hands as they meticulously stacked and straightened your own course material before you rounded the table to start on his. Took the opportunity to give you some space by backing up to pick up his fallen chair.
With a dejected sigh you turned to the teen, resting your butt on the top of the now cleared table. “Jesus, MB, what are you going to do when I graduate next month?”
The way your voice sounded, so jaded but still full of concern, made Metal Bat’s entire body freeze up. The wooden chair began to cracked where he held it, fingers clenching hard as he tried not to over-react. Of course he knew, he had been making fun of you for being an ass-kissing bookworm for ages. No surprise that had clawed your way to the top of every single class, his teasing increased tenfolds when you announced that you would be applying for early graduation and had already begun your college hunt. But still…“Next month? Already?”
“Yeah. And I’ll be leaving for university at the end of the summer.” When Metal Bat didn’t turn back around to face you, and continued his deathgrip on your chair, you took it upon yourself to poke him in the butt with your foot. Couldn’t help but smile when it made his entire body flinch. “Time flies when you’re skipping class and killing monsters, doesn’t it, tough guy?”
Finally that tall body of his pivoted around to face you. And suddenly your breath caught in the back of your throat, eyes widening just a smidge bigger, heart beating just a little faster. The shadows cast on his face made him seem so serious. The thin red fabric of his uniform shirt clung tight to his skin enough to show off the well-defined biceps and chest underneath. So handsome. When had he grown-up from that pissy little boy you knew into this pissy man?
There wasn’t much time to dwell on those thoughts. You were dimly aware of the sound of that metal baseball bat clanking against the floor, far too consumed by the two strong hands that had shot out and gripped your upper arms. And suddenly you were pulled forwards, into that strong chest you had been oogling, those muscular arms moving fast to cross against your back, squeezing firm.
“Physical affection, MB?” The bottom of your chin dug hard into his sternum as you tried to keep up you facade. The flat of your palms laid squished between his pecs and your breast, caught in the crossfire hug he had shot at you. A small grunt of pain hissed out from your lungs as his hold on you tightened again, quickly, before letting up. Very strange. Your tongue clicked a few times, trying to will some spit back into your suddenly drying mouth, “Sad that you won’t be able to cheat off my exams anymore?”
“Damnit, women, do you ever shut up?!”
Before you could bite back a retort Metal Bat rudely slammed his lips against yours.
And all of a sudden the accumulation over the years, of playful banter that had grown into tension as both of you got older, of the mutual attraction hidden beneath your bad attitudes, broke free. It was so much to take in.
The two large hands roughly moving from your back up to tangle in your hair, descending down to almost grab your ass before hesitating and clamoring back up. Your own wiggled out from their spot between your chests, at first reaching up to grip his own hair but quickly falling to scratch at his back when you felt how had the strands were because of his dumb hairgel. Rough patches of his chapped lips chaffed against yours, mixing the artificial flavoring of bubblegum with slight hint of metallic blood. Kind of gross but also kind of hot. Would have to remind him to get chapstick.
Idly you wondered why Metal Bat didn’t try to deepen the kiss even as you pressed your hips against his and let out a small moan. Although it did make his entire body shake. As suddenly as he had initiated the kiss the teen yanked his head back. That pink blush before had deepened into a burgundy hue, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, eyes refusing to meet your. Almost like he was embarrassed. Like he had never-
Your mouth dropped open before you blurted out, “Was that your first kiss?”
“Wasn’t it yours?” The hands on your back clenched when you laughed, the blush on his face soon accompanied by that scowl from earlier. Of course he didn’t know about the boyfriends you had gone through, one mention of a suitor and that baseball bat of his would be firmly implanted in their ass. Just like he had threatened to do when a middle school classmate had dared give you a flower in front of him.
You avoiding answering the question by lightly letting your fingers trail across his broad shoulders. It was cute how his body flinched hard with every little touch you were giving him. One twitch and your lips turned up into a playful smile that made Metal Bat himself grin at. Or it did, at least for a few seconds, before your knee jerked up hard between his legs.
“You-you bitch!” He gasped out, his voice raising more than a few octaves in pain. If his eyes weren’t slowly filling up with tears he would’ve seen the satisfaction on your face.
Your smile turned devilish as the S-Class fighter doubled over in pain, leaning onto you so he didn’t topple over. “Yeah, MB, payback sure is a bitch. Remember this next time you throw an attitude when I’m trying to help you.”
Although Metal Mat grumbled and cursed at you, he didn’t stop you from planting a kiss against his cheek when he left.
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Sometimes he just hated you.
Not like the hatred he felt at the monsters he liked killing. Or the hatred towards the Hero’s Association for making him miss out on Zenko’s piano recital. Or even like the unadulterated hate for Amari Mask for just existing, that self righteous dickhole. Oh no, you were on a whole different level.
Hated how you just had to always have the last word in every argument. Hated how you always had your head stuck in a book. Hated how your upper lip would curl to the left whenever you sneered at him when he did something you didn’t agree with. Hated the way your voice raised in pitch the more and more you got pissed off.
Metal Bat let out a frustrated grunt. The poor stone in the way of his walking path received a swift kick, getting the brunt of his current frustrations instead of you. It zoomed through the air until he couldn’t see it anymore. At the sound of a distinct breaking of glass the teen winced. Oh well. There was still a good ten minutes left until he reached your place and a good ten minutes to contemplate his contempt for you.
When you wore your uniform skirt rolled up a few inches. How you stole his fries whenever he got them at lunch. The way that you made him feel when you walked home alone at night, without even bothering to ask for protection. If you pouted just enough and batted those pretty eyelashes of yours he would be roped into doing almost anything that you asked him to do. He wasn’t wrapped around you finger like he was with his little sister but you sure did hold power over him when you weren’t being a bitch.
Another little rock went sailing off over the horizon. It took a conscious effort for Metal Bat not to destroy the flower stems he held, his fingers naturally wanting to clench at his anger. He set his glare at the pink butterfly bush bundle he had plucked from a community garden he’d passed earlier. Not like you deserved them after that bullshit you had pulled the previous weekend. The teen’s mouth fell into a grimace remembering the shooting pain you had inflicted on his delicate nutsack.
“Such a bitch…” An insult mumbled only to himself but the small smile on his face showed his true feelings. You were outspoken, full of anger, never backed down from a challenge, as hard headed as he was. He loved it all, loved every single awful, infuriating thing about you.
And, man, he really hated that.
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“What’re you? Trying to be some kinda Prince Charming?”
“I do one nice thing and here you go again, being a bitch.” Metal Bat leaned back with a sigh, trying to keep a straight face. You always had to say something. He had taken Zenko’s advice (“Give her some flowers, you big lugnut.”) and this was the thanks it got him. “See, why do ya have to keep talking shit and ruin the moment?”
“Because it’s so fun to piss you off.” Your smile was a cheeky one and you giggled when it made the other teen shake his head. The flowers sat so pretty inside the small glass vase you had placed them in, adding to your already pink accessorized kitchen. One of the perks of saving every single penny you had earned from chores as a young teen to all the summer jobs you held was being able to afford your own apartment.
A laugh bubbled from your throat when he slung an arm around your shoulders, refusing to look you in the face at his attempt at a side-hug. One that you easily turned in, both hands reaching up to grip his face and point it at you. A simple lift onto your tiptoes and you gave Metal Bat his second kiss, holding it firm as his body tensed up before relaxing into the gesture. At first you were surprised that he had never gotten any action before you realized that, duh, when he wasn’t hanging around you or his little sister he was off beating the shit out of monsters. Those times when he left for a day or two were the times that you, yourself, sneaked in some skin-on-skin contact with some of your senior classmates. On the downlow, of course.
But he was gaining some confidence if the slight opening of his still chapped lips were any indication. You tested that theory by slowly opening your own, nose rubbing against his as you leisurely moved your own against his. Sure enough the movement made Metal Bat shiver, made his other arm shoot up to clutch onto your hip. To keep you still or to keep himself standing up right your couldn’t tell.
He let out a small whine of protest when you pulled away. That blush on his face was just so adorable, his inexperience downright delightful. If he wasn’t such an asshole you would’ve made a move sooner in your friendship. Instead of dwelling on that thought you offered, “How about we sit down?”
Metal Bat let out a very intelligent sounding ‘uh-huh’, head nodding in agreement. He allowed you to press his shoulders down until he was sitting on your kitchen chair. The amount of control you were taking was pretty fucking hot. Never knew he had a thing for dominating women. Immediately he was snapped out of his daze when you brusquely tossed one of your legs over his and sat to straddle his crotch.
Your eyebrow raised as you felt Metal Bat’s entire body tense under you. “You okay, champ?” Adding insult to injury you tugged the hem of your red shirt from your skirt’s waist band, exposing the entirely of your naked stomach as you reach up to wipe away the blood that had started to trickle out of his nose. Tentative fingertips moved to touch you there but they soon lost their confidence, settling on your skirt-covered thighs.
“Fu-fucking perfect.” If his voice, dripping with lust, wasn’t enough to stir up your own arousal the hardening appendage you were oh-so-perfectly nestled on top of would do the trick. Of course, if this had been your first rodeo that is. Instead you drank it up, a smirking as even the subtlest roll of your hips made the teen clench into the fat of your thighs and groan. “God, you are so fucking perfect.”
“Instead of stroking my ego how about you stroke me…” You couldn’t help but smirk as Metal Bat watched with wide eyes, unable to breath, as you guided both of his hand to your covered breast. “Here.”
You let your eyelids flutter shut, attempting to enjoy the groping. Or what you had to assume was groping. The calloused hands felt more like they were kneading bread. Your eyes cracked open. Just wide enough to see Metal Bat’s bright red face completely fixed on touching you. Not innocent by any stretch but such a fucking novice. So unbelievably adorable.
For once you held you tongue on correcting him. Instead you shoved it in his open mouth.
Small fingers splayed as much as they could across Metal Bat’s throat. Held him in place as your tongue twirled circles around his, coaxing the appendage to follow you back out to his lips just far enough for you to suck it into yours. His Adam’s apple bobbed underneath your palm, his low groan bubbling from the spit he tried to swallow. Hands still glued to your chest, changing between hard kneading to gently cupping the undersides.
Without thinking you rolled your hips down against his. Mouth-watering friction. You greedily swallowed Metal Bat’s loud moan, refusing to take your lips off of his. The pressure of his hardened cock against your pulsing clit, with the layers of fabric in between, was absolutely delicious. You smiled against his lips. A few more hard bucks and you were positive you could cum right on the spot.
Not that you even had the chance.
Before you knew what was happening Metal Bat’s hands left your chest and nearly embedded themselves in your asscheeks, pressing you down hard as he rut up against you. Intentional or not his face planted right between your breast, muffling his moans as his hips erratically bucked into you once, twice before his entire body shuttered.
You were stunned. As Metal Bat’s body grew lax around you your body stayed rigidly still. Your mouth opened then closed a few times. If what just happened is what you thought just happened. Any impending orgasm of your own was immediately lost.
“Did you just fucking cum your pants?”