The truth untold | Bakugou x Reader
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summary: You've always had a crush on your best friend, but you never acted on it in fear of rejection and ruining your relationship. However, Katsuki is different. He confesses to you as soon as he realizes his feelings after hearing you have a boyfriend now. Cue pining, reader being an idiot and finally some amazing sex.
warnings: cheating (reader), choking, slight manipulation (??), degradation (katsu calling reader his slut), oral (f!receiving), quirk-infused spanking
a/n: @yoursorrynotsorrybabe thank you for the request, i freaking enjoyed writing this 😩🙏 ++ im one of ur faves??? i'm actually someone's fave wowie 🥺
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Bakugou Katsuki. Smart, talented, strong, so fucking handsome—and your bestest friend. You two go back, way back, even before he met Izuku. You were both there for each other's first steps, first words, of course Katsuki had his first before you. When he threw a tantrum, you would too. And when you giggled and laughed, he did as well, much louder.
As the both of you grew up, you two stayed by each other's side always, and Katsuki would never let anyone take your place in his life. No matter how many friends came and went in your lives, no matter how many changes you two went through, the one thing that stayed consistent in your lives were each other.
No matter how close you were with Katsuki, you defended Izuku as much as Katsuki bullied him, and your best friend would always leave with a click of his tongue whenever you interfered.
When you got your quirks, you were oh so proud of him for getting such a powerful and flashy one—it suited his dream well; to be a pro hero. When you got yours, however, you grew scared.
Yours was a healing quirk. You were able to heal detrimental wounds and sometimes even sicknesses, and your parents were proud of you for that, but you weren't.
For the first time in your life, you isolated yourself from Katsuki. Asking your parents to be homeschooled for a few years in middle school, you did anything and everything to stay away from Katsuki.
You were scared that Katsuki would push you away for being weak. For not having a flashy quirk that can break buildings, set forests aflame, drown cities and blow away cars—your exact words to Katsuki when he decided he'd had enough of your bullshit and climbed up your room himself, slipping through the window.
He pulled you into a tight hug, it was surely bone-crushing and blew your breath away, but Katsuki felt warm and safe and you felt at home. That night, you cried and sobbed into his shoulder as he stroked your hair, whispering calming nothings into your ear.
You saw a completely new side of Katsuki that night. A side that when you cried yourself to sleep in his arms, you dreamt of three kids running around the house as Katsuki burst through the door with a wide smile in his face, his tall and built form in a sharp suit for work.
He'd kiss you on your cheek, whispering "I'm home" as you giggled and pulled him into a warm hug. You awoke with fresh tears streaming down your face and Katsuki sleeping just inches away from you.
Your heart clenched at how selfish you thought of yourself; he was already an amazing best friend—you'd even argue that he is the best in the entire world. You were already lucky enough to have someone as amazing as him to be by your side, standing as your best friend, you can't ask for something more between the two of you.
As time grew, your feelings did as well. When you two graduated from middle school, you felt as though your heart was in your throat as the two of you walked together back to your homes.
The sunset lit his face in such a pretty manner, the view has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. You clutched at your certificate of completion against your fhest as you pondered on whether you should be selfish or not.
You stopped at your task, catching Katsuki's attention as he raised a brow at you. It was quiet— the wind blew to the side, carrying some leaves with it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pushed your hair to the bwck of your ear.
Okay. You can be a little more selfish, right? You've never asked anything from him once, this won't put you indebted to him, right? This won't make things awkward between the two of you, right?
As thoughts and questions of uncertainty raced in your mind, your mouth is opening even before you can think of the proper words to say. "I—"
"Bakugou-kun!" Your lips seal shut as soon as it opened and you turn around, following the sound of the young girl's voice.
You know her. Akane Miya. She's in the same class as a few of your close friends. Pretty, intelligent, kind, cute voice, and holding a pink envelope with a red heart sealing it closed. She bows down respectfully, holding the envelope with both hands out to Katsuki as she yells, "I like you, Bakugou-kun!"
You feel sick. Nauseous. Dizzy. Regretful.
Why were you taking so long to talk, anyways? Now someone beat you to it. You turn around to look at Katsuki, waiting for his response. Was he going to accept her confession or reject it?
Katsuki walks over to the girl, hand stuffed in his pants as he took the envelope from her grasp. She looks up at him, smiling and blushing before he's setting off his quirk, burning the letter into nothing but ask and smoke, draining Akane's face of any color.
He drops the burnt paper onto the ground and turns back around, leaving the poor girl heartbroken and to be fair, you as well.
If you had confessed to him, would he have trampled over your feelings as well? Would he have served you a lifetime of embarrassment? And it would have been your fault. Your fault for having feelings for you best friend. Your fault for even considering confessing to him.
Now you feel sick, nauseous, dizzy, but also kind of at ease.
The scene you've just witnessed brought you to a conclusion— you were never going to let Katsuki know about your feelings for him. Not when you know how harsh he can be when turning people down, not when your friendship is too precious to just throw away because of your idiotic feelings.
"You what?" He asks, eyes still looking out straight as you walked beside him, no longer clutching at your certificate. You raise a brow, looking at him.
"What do you mean?"
"A while ago. Before that extra said she liked me or something. What were you going to say?"
"Oh." You pondered over how to answer him. You had to fix this problem in your heart. As much as possible, you had to create some distance between the both of you, and you don't want it to seem intentional.
"I'll be attending Shiketsu High." Liar. You wanted to join UA, just like Katsuki.
He stops in his tracks for a moment, still looking out in front. He seems hesitant— something he doesn't usually show. It's now your turn to raise a brow at him, silently questioning him what was wrong.
"And I'll be attending UA."
The two of you look at each other in silence, both of your eyes filled with words you want to say to each other. You want to yell, scream, hit him with your feelings, cry out your confession and just shout all these unruly butterflies in your stomach that's making you restless whenever he's near you.
"This means we won't be able to see each other as frequently as we do." It's as if he's holding back on what he really wants to say.
You're smiling, on the verge of a word vomit but you clench at your certificate, holding yourself together. You smile at him, mustering up your brightest, most authentic fake-smile. "Try not to forget about me."
Katsuki sighs, laying down on his bed as his muscles ached all over. Finally, he's home, after months of staying at UA.
He misses you. He misses your smile, your touch, your needy cuddles and hugs, your weekly demands for friday romance movie watching and forcing him to stay awake halfway through it, your adorable glares, just... you.
"Katsuki! Come downstairs, dinner is ready!" Mitsuki yells, earning a groan from her son. He stays laying on his bed for a while, just staring up at his ceiling as he tries to remember you. How long has it been since the both of you last saw each other? Five? Six years?
He doesn't even see you anywhere anymore, not when he's at home, not when he's at your favorite mall—it's as if you've vanished into thin air. As if you never existed.
When his mother calls for him a second time, he forces himself up and off of his bed, walking to the dining room where the aroma of his mother's home-cooked meals waft through the air. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he missed his mother's cooking. And maybe his parents themselves too.
"Let's eat!"
The three of them talk amongst each other, updating each of their days, Mitsuki's were mostly rants about the other moms in the grocery store. Until it wasn't.
"Ugh, don't you just love seeing Y/n and her boyfriend together?" Katsuki freezes up at his mother's words. "The two of them look so cute together! A match made in heaven!" If you look closely, you'd be able to see the tear of joy that slips down the corner of Mitsuki's eye.
"What did you say?" Katsuki blinks at his food, suddenly not having the appetite to finish. "Oh, Y/n didn't tell you? Don't you guys keep in touch anymore?"
Katsuki feels his blood run cold and his stomach turn at the thought of his answer to the question. Of course not. We haven't spoken since we graduated middle school.
"She has a boyfriend. I heard they've been dating for almost a year now but only know was I told by her mom." Mitsuki continues to gush about you and your boyfriend to her husband, too caught up that she doesn't even notice Katsuki standing up and leaving the table; his food growing cold and barely touched.
Your window fronts Katsuki's and back then, when the two of you still talked, when the two of you did what best friends do a hung out, either of you would always sneak into the other's room by dangerously jumping from window to window. It isn't that far by width, maybe three feet or so, but the drop is a good twenty-five feet.
Katsuki easily jumps from his window to yours, treating it as if it's one of his hero trainings throughout high school. Being twenty-one now, his body has certainly gotten built throughout the years. More muscles, more flexible, more agile, more powerful.
He tests to open your window, pushing it softly, chuckling at how you haven't grown out of locking your windows. You always did this—leaving your window unlocked and Katsuki always scolded you for it, cringing at how he sounds so much like his mother.
He steps into your room silently, scanning it. It's still the same as when you were kids, just lesser posters of the heroes you look up to and more pictures; polaroids to be exact. They were of your family, friends, and a few more that Katsuki hated which were either of your boyfriend or of you with him.
The sound of something dropping in your bathroom causes Katsuki to jump in surprise. He can hear you hissing and cursing, whatever had fallen must have hit a toe or two. You bathroom door flies open and you look up at his tall build, mouth opening in an attempt to scream but Katsuki clasps his hand over your mouth, shutting you up.
"Shhh, shhh! Your parents didn't see me come in! I came through your window!" Katsuki whisper-yells and you blink a few times, trying to let three facts sink in; One, Katsuki is standing in your room after five or six years of you successfully avoiding him.
Two, you're covered in nothing but a short towel which starts right above your breasts and barely covers your ass—you hadn't been doing your laundry lately.
And three, your heart thumped erratically in your chest, giving you the bad news that you still had feelings for him and that you feel like an idiot exerting that much effort for years, only for it to diminish into nothing.
You nod your head, telling him you'll be quiet and he slowly takes his hand off of your lips, as if he doesn't trust that you won't yell so he can shut you up again if you ever lied.
"What are you doing here?" Your question causes him to make a face. A questioning look that makes it seem like you asked him if he believed unicorns were real or if his parents role play when they have sex.
"No, no, no— what are you doing, Y/n? What the hell are you doing, avoiding me for six years."
Ah, so it was six years.
Katsuki's fuming, his face is slowly growing red, his fists are clenched together and he's seething. And you're still standing in nothing but a towel.
"Before we talk, can't you let me change first?" You raise a brow, holding your hand up and twirling your finger around, motioning for him to turn around. He does as told, facing the corner of your room as if he's some little kid getting punished for bullying his classmates.
With the towel still on, you put on your underwear, a large shirt and some booty shorts, respectively, before hanging your towel over your window to dry. "Alright." You sigh, sitting on your bed with your eyes on Katsuki's back. He's definitely grown since the last time you saw him. His shoulder are broader than before, his arms and chest are way bigger and he's not as tall as you now.
He turns around and looks at you dead in the eye, gaze demanding for answers. "So?" He shakes his head a little, raising an eyebrow as you nod your head slowly. Slowly and awkwardly. How are you supposed to tell him that you avoided him to keep your feelings at bay without telling him you have feelings for him? And especially now that you still have a boyfriend. A kind, sweet, loyal boyfriend, might you add.
"I thought you'd appreciate it. I mean—you're studying at one of the most prestigious high schools in all of Japan, hell, the entire world. You can't afford to spend time with me rather than studying and training." You shrug your shoulder and Katsuki gives you the modt insulted look you've ever seen.
"I would have appreciated it if you at least sent me a text once a week? That's already the lowest of the low, dumbass!" He's on the verge of yelling but keep him being in your room a secret, he forces his voice down.
You sigh, "I'm sorry, okay!" Pouting, you throw your arms over his shoulders. A habit you do with your boyfriend whenever you two have an altercation.
Your heart skips a beat at how close he is, at how his caramel scent wafts into your senses, how his eyes look a prettier shade of red up close. Katsuki feels his throat dry and his palms begin to clam up at the sudden feeling of your skin on his. You smell fresh; like the baby soap you always used even before. Your skin feels soft to the touch, as if one brush against his calloused hands might give you a scrape.
"You didn't text me either so I thought you were happy about what I was doing."
Katsuki continues to frown at you, "I thought you were bored of me already."
That shuts you up. You can never get bored of Katsuki. He's this surprise ball that is gifted to you every waking day and you're always expectant at what he has to offer you every day.
Katsuki Bakugou is one man who catches you off-guard every time, someone so unpredictable, someone who never fails to makes you laugh. He's always been there during your heart aches, during one of the happiest moments in your life, when you're in a pissy mood and he pisses you off even more.
When you're hungry he always tells you to stop eating but ends up buying you or cooking you food anyways. When you're bored he forces you to walk on his back for a 'massage' or he teaches you to skate, laughing loudly every time you fall.
When you're hurt he scolds you for being so clumsy and yells at you when you don't stay put when he's cleaning your wound. When you're sick, he skips school and gives you a lecture on why you're supposed to be taking your medicine and eating healthy and drinking lots of water everyday, dumbass.
He's your bestest friend, he's the one you love, and he's never gonna love you back. You smile sadly at him, bringing your hand up to graze your fingertips over his jaw. Was he starting to grow a stubble? How old is he now—like twenty-one?
"I missed you." It comes out as a whisper, so soft and quiet that Katsuki's unsure if he heard it correctly. Yet your tone is so hesitant and careful, you're scared he might disappear if you ever said anything.
"I missed you too." His hand rests on your hip and the voice at the back of your head keeps popping up. Kiss him! Kiss him right now if you're not a coward!
You want to, every fiber in your body is burning to kiss him, but you don't. Because you are a coward. Have been since the day you decided not to confess to him, but you stayed a coward for the sake of your friendship. It was either to become his or lose his trust, and you weren't taking any chances.
"That's why." You suddenly speak up, scaring even the blond guy. He chuckle at how he jumps on his seat, watching as you stand up and walk over to your desk. His eyes graze down your body; your ass looked amazing in those shorts and the shirt may be big, but it's on the sheer side and he can make out your hard nipples under the shirt. God he wants to take you right here and now.
You return to your bed and hand him a flyer, one of your friends gave it to you earlier this week. He scans the flimsy paper and raises a brow at you, "Costume Party?"
You nod excitedly, smile stretched across your face. "Yeah. It'll be fun. Since we've cleared out the air between the both of us, shouldn't we spend some time like we did when we were little?" You tilt your head to the side and Katsuki fight the urge to kiss you right now. You look adorable doing the head tilt and Katsuki wonders if he can get you to do that only when he's around.
"Alright. What are you going as?"
Black high heeled boots, black thigh highs, fishnets, black miniskirt, black tube top and a white button down shirt with fake blood wiped all over it. You also placed some fake blood over your thighs, torso and some of your face before putting your hair up into messy pigtails and finishing your look with the movie's glowing neon mask.
You walk out of your house after yelling good bye to your parents, butterflies growing excited in your stomach as your boots clacked over the stone pavement as you make your way to Katsuki who was leaning against his car.
You told him you were going as a character from the purge and he decided he was dressing up as a killer who has free reign to do whatever he wants for twelve whole hours, too.
He has on a low cut old skool vans shoes, black pants that hug his thighs rather sexily, a white shirt with some fake blood, a black zipper up jacket with a hood on and a white mask with the eyes crossed off with black paint and the smile stretched out creepily.
As you eye him under your mask, he does the same to you under his. God, the things he'd do to get his face in between those holy thighs of yours. Shit, the things you'd do to have his hands around your neck.
He opens a door for you and you get in, thanking him for it. "Haru said he'd meet us in the party." You said, clicking on your seatbelt.
"Haru?"
"Oh, I haven't mentioned to you. He's my boy friend. Haru Kenta."
Katsuki's grip on the steering wheel tightens in an attempt to calm himself down. Who the fuck was this Haru and is he able to fight? He'll probably cowar in front of Katsuki if he ever saw him. Katsuki's mind fills with questions and thoughts filled with rage as you sit patiently in your seat, looking out for the house in case Katsuki ever missed it.
Haru seemed like a good guy to Katsuki. His height is average, his face is average, he has no sense of humor, he sticks to his friends a lot and barely gave you a kiss and Katsuki can't seem to pin point why you settled for less.
The ground vibrated as the party continued on deeper into the night. You've downed a couple bottles of beer, refilled your cup at least four times, visited the bathroom thrice and all the commotion around you has you growing dizzy.
"I think you've had enough to drink for tonight." Katsuki takes your cup from your hand and places it on the counter. "I've been in this house before. Let's go upstairs, they have a balcony that faces the pool, come on."
You don't have to be told twice. You let Katsuki pull you further into the house; the music grows muffled with every room you enter, with every wall that separates the both of you from the rest and soon after, you're greeted with crickets and the bright moon.
Having discarded your mask, you sigh, dropping yourself on one of the lounge chairs on the balcony as you cradle your head as if it were an injured animal. It didn't hurt, but you are so dizzy you felt the need to hold your head in a weak attempt to still your surroundings.
You feel something cold press against your forehead and you look up to see Katsuki pushing a cold water bottle against your head. "I was invited to this party too. The host is one of my classmates, Shinsou."
You silently nod your head as you down the refreshing bottle of water, sighing in relief as it cools down your throat which was being burned by the alcohol the entire night. "You know what." A spark of courage suddenly light up inside you. "Fuck it, I should just tell you why I avoided you for years."
Katsuki suddenly grows interested and turns all his attention to you. Blame it all on the alcohol, but drunk words are sober thoughts, after all. "I love you."
Katsuki feels as though his world has stopped. His eyes widen at your drunken state as you lean your head further back onto the lounge chair. "On the day of our graduation, I planned to confess. But as you know, someone else beat me to it. When you rejected her, I was both relieved and afraid. I was relieved that you rejected her, but I was afraid that if I were to confess to you too, you'd do the same thing to me." Your eyes traveled to the left, avoiding his surprised look. "And then you'd hate me."
It's silent, something similar to when you take an exam or when you're at a library. At least when you're in either of those situations, you had something to distract you from the silence. But right now, it was deafening. In your mind, you begged Katsuki to say something, anything. For him to reject you, for him to get disgusted, for him to insult you, just anything to break the silence.
"I love you too."
Your eyes widen, his words sobering you up real quick. You immediately sit up and on other occasions, this would have caused you to throw up, but not now. Not when Katsuki was saying such cruel lies.
"Don't lie—"
"I rejected that girl in front of you to show you I wasn't interested in anyone. Anyone who wasn't you. I needed you to know that I was available for you, all for you." He takes your hand in his, his thumb rubbing faint circles on the back of your palm.
"Couldn't stop thinking about you the entire time you were ignoring me, dumbass." He looks to the side, "Hurts real good when the love of your life avoids you like that."
You feel your heart shatter.
"You complete me, Y/n. I was never as happy in high school as I was when I'm with you. Fuck, you've turned me into this soft love-sick weirdo, you occupy my thoughts twenty-four-seven and I cry like a little bitch every night thinking it was you who created a distance between the both of us, not someone else."
Katsuki looks back into your eyes, his are glassy and on the verge of tears and for the first time ever, you don't hold back, you don't fight your urges, and you don't ignore the voice in the back of your head.
You lean in, pressing your lips against Katsuki's. The feeling of euphoria bursts inside you like fireworks. All those years of want, all those pent-up desires you never got to let out came crashing down like some meteor. Your senses feel overpowered as you can only feel his lips and his lips alone. The taste of him has your mind growing hazy, as though he's some type of drug, your own personal human form of heroine who you can't live without. His tongue is warm and soft and wet and so powerful as it demands for your submission. Your tongues danced and tangoed and are so in-sync, as if they were taught for each other.
Kissing Haru has never felt like this—so exhilarating, so passionate, so hot. It's been one big lazy sunday the moment Haru entered your life. He's the complete opposite of Katsuki. Boring, predictable and he just doesn't make you feel the way Katsuki does.
The blond's calloused hands squeeze your fishnet-covered thighs as if they were stress balls the dentist gives you. You moan and gasp into the kiss and you feel your body wanting more. Your hands traveled up and down his torso, feeling him up before deciding to just get on with it as you slip a hand under his shirt, the ripple of his abs feeling like heaven on your fingertips.
"Stop, stop." Katsuki whispers into the kiss and you push yourself up to get a better look at him. "We can't do this here." You breathe out in relief, for a second there you though he didn't want this. "Let's go to my place. My mom said she was bringing your parents along with my dad to our family rest house by the beach."
Katsuki's room is still the same as always. His untouched all might posters stuck onto his walls and before you can make other observations, his hands are all over you once again, his lips firting onto yours perfectly.
"You should really break up with your boyfriend. He's boring. You deserve someone better." He pushes you onto his bed, trapping you between his arms as his eyes rake over your body.
You raise a brow at his suggestion, wanting to tease him a little. "Hm, really? Cause he's a really good guy. Treats me well."
You almost laugh at how his jaw clenches at that. "We both know you don't like good guys, Y/n. Does he ever touch you the way I do? Does your skin burn when he does? Does he kiss like I do?" He leans into your ear, lips ghosting over the shell as he whispers, "I'll fuck you so hard, you'll think of me when he touches you."
You bite onto your lip and tilt your head to the side, pressing your lips lightly against his ear. "And what are you gonna do if I accidentally say his name tonight?"
His hand is around your throat in a second and the butterflies in your stomach go haywire. His fingertips dig onto your skin and the pain has your cunt clenching around nothing. "Don't make that mistake. When you're with me, you're my dumb little slut. Got it?" You nod your head only for his grip around your throat to tighten even more. "Use your words, slut."
"Yes, Katsuki. I got it."
"Good."
He presses his lips against yours, once again commencing his demand for submission while his other hand snakes down your breast, squeezing it before pushing your tube top up, exposing you. Katsuki keeps his hand around your throat as he trails kisses down your neck and collarbone before reaching a hill of your boob. His tongue laps over your hard bud once, twice, before his tounge wraps around it. Moans slip from your lips as you feel his tongue licking and slashing over the sensitive skin, your pussy growing wetter by the second.
"Oh fuck! Katsu!" You moan loudly, hugging the blond's head, pressing him even more onto your breast. His free hand slides down your stomach and he lets go of your throat first before hooking his fingers onto your skirt, pulling it down along with your fishnets and underwear.
"Fuck baby." It comes out hushed, as if his breath has been taken away at the sight of your pussy so pretty and so exposed all for him. He sticks his tongue out, licking up the juices that has spilled all over your cunt messily as his hand returns to your boob, squeezing it and flicking your sensitive bud with his index finger.
He sucks on the folds of your kitty, sucking on it and pushing his tongue inside, feeling your walls clamp over the soft muscle. Your legs shake on either side of his head making the blond chuckle, chest swelling with pride. "You already came? But we haven't even started yet." He sounds amused. "Don't worry, my little slut. I'll be fucking you soon. The night's young, I'll take my time with you."
He returns his lips onto your cunt, lapping up your slick before pushing a finger in. It slips in pretty easily, considering you've lubed yourself up. He doesn't wait to add another finger, making you feel it—his fingers curling inside you, pressing randomly, looking for that particular bundle of nerves. After a few seconds of looking, his fingertips brush up against your spot and you gasp as you feel some kind of electricity run down your spine.
"Found it." Katsuki sing-songs as he continues to push against your g-spot, scissoring you open as he does so. When he add another finger, another loud moan is ripped out your mouth, your hands flying onto his hair as he continues to finger-fuck you.
Your body grows even hotter than before, and you can feel another orgasm coming your way. Katsuki can either read minds or he's just well-versed in this, but he knows you're about to cum. He quickens the pace of his hand, thrusting it in and out of you, repeatedly pushing against your g-spot until you're clenching your thighs around his head, your sex pulsing as your second orgasm wafts out of you.
"Look at you, your legs sprawled open for me. As my good little slut should." His eyes are a few shades darker than when the night started, and he reminds you of some hungry predator with his target locked on you. As though he's a hunter and you're a deer with a big fat target sign on your back for him to shoot at.
"He doesn't treat you right, baby. But I will. M'gonna make you feel so good." For a moment, you rack your brain to process who the fuck he was talking about. Who's he? You almost ask, but immediately mentally slap yourself at the memory of your boyfriend. Ah, right. Him.
He rises onto his knees, pushing his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free. It stands, slapping against his toned stomach and for a second, a whimper slips from your lips. "How- how is that going to fit?" And you ask this not to tease or to boost his ego either, you're genuinely confused and concerned whether it will fit or not.
"Want me to show you?" He raises a brow and pulls you by your waist, aligning his cock against your entrance. "We align it first and then–" He pushes inside with no worries for him as he slips inside rather easily, but for you, the burn of the stretch of his cock has you gripping at the sheets. He'd already used three fingers and they still weren't enough to prepare you for his size. "–I push in. It's quite easy, actually."
His thrusts begin slow-paced. He's careful not to hurt you and makes sure you've adjusted to his size until he's adding up his speed. Soon enough, the sound of skin slapping and ushered moans and gasps fill the room. "Were you satisfied when you were with your little boy toy, hmm?" He asks, pounding into your pussy like a madman, branding it as his. You know what he's doing; he's fucking you so hard and deep to ruin you for other men, to make sure you'll think of Katsuki Bakugou when fucking other men, that you'll compare them to the sex god that is Katsuki Bakugou. And he's doing a hell of a good job doing it.
He leans over and grabs onto your face, squeezing at your cheeks, allowing his fingertips to dig onto them. "Answer me you fucking slut." He seethes and you whimper, your body burning of want for this man.
You shake your head no, thinking back at the times Haru left you on the bed unsatisfied. You weren't even reaching your highs, an orgasm never formed and you begin to question if it was what sex really was. But Katsuki is showing you other wise. Sex is passionate, it's hot, it's sensual, it's holding onto someone as you make each other feel god, it's wanting to share the feeling of euphoria with another person, it's addicting and it's mind-numbing.
Sex with Haru is as exciting as watching paint dry or watching avocado turn into guacamole with just the force of gravity.
But sex with Katsuki has fireworks exploding in your stomach, it has your heart fluttering one too many times, it's amazing, it's rough, it's nothing like the romance novels tell you about—rather, it is something so much more.
"He never makes you cum, does he?" When you shake your head almost immediately in response, Katsuki chuckles darkly. "Of course he can't. Let me show you what it feels like to cum on a real cock." He pulls at your arm, your body falling onto his as he continues pounding in you.
As you sit on his lap, allowing yourself to get lifted with every thrust, you feel his cock reaching unexplored grounds inside of you. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to let out a moan, a whimper, a sigh, any kind of sound, but you're left speechless and muted at the elated feeling of having Katsuki push against places Haru could never.
Katsuki pulls your head closer, kissing you sloppily with teeth and tounge clashing together and saliva everywhere as he laps his tongue down your neck, sucking angry reds that'll slowly transition into purple tomorrow.
"Shit, Katsuki, I'm gonna cum! 'M gonna cum so hard!" You whimper, and with one particular angle he thrusts in, your thighs are shaking, you're pulling him closer and your walls spasm around him. The orgasm makes you feel like an idiot for wasting all those night with Haru, feeling no contentment and being left to clean up his mess on you and your bed.
"Ah, look at you. Cumming all over my cock like a good little slut. Ya like this cock better than your boyfriend's, don't ya?" Your body fall limp on Katsuki's and you fight the urge to nod your head. Your body aches all over, as if you've just ridden a roller coaster and you just woke up after passing out.
"What do ya think you're doing?" You raise a lazy eye brow at him. "I haven't cum yet."
He lays you on the bed, flipping you over and props your ass up in the air. Katsuki slaps your ass lightly, testing out the waters. When he catches sight of your sex fluttering at the feeling, a sinister grin stretches across his face as he slaps your ass again.
"Fuck, you like that so much, slut?" You're a drooling, babbling mess, unable to form coherent sentences as he continues to spank you. When his palm hits your ass, he ignites his quirk a little and the burn has you moaning loudly, ripping an unexpected orgasm out of you, making Katsuki chuckle.
"Oh this is going to be fun."
The sound of a woman's muffled yells stirr you up. You squint your eyes at how bright the room is—Katsuki must have forgotten to close his curtains last night. Your eyes widen and you feel your stomach drop. Katsuki. Last night.
You push yourself up, the blanket falling off of your shoulders easily as you look around, noting Katsuki's sleeping figure beside you before looking down at your body filled with bite marks, hickeys and bruises from last night.
Katsuki groans and you watch as his eyes flutter open almost as if he's a star in some romantic comedy. He snakes an arm around your waist before pulling you down on him, laying your naked body back down onto his. "It's way too early. Go back to sleep." He mutters and you don't miss how the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the sound of his groggy morning voice.
"Katsuki, I don't think you get it. Your mom is—"
The door swings open and in comes Mitsuki Bakugou with a loud vacuum cleaner. "Katsuki Bakugou! It's eight in the morning, why aren't you awake yet–" She looks up and drops her cleaning machine at the sight of your bare back and scarlet face. Katsuki's arm around your waist as well as his naked torso and both your disheveled hair aren't hard to miss. She quickly puts two and two together before silently picking her vacuum up and leaving the room, not forgetting to close the door.
"Your mom knows we fucked." You say before you speak, making Katsuki chuckle.
"My mom's the reason we fucked." He corrects, "If it weren't for her telling me about your boyfriend, I wouldn't have went to your room. And if it weren't for her dragging your parents to some lame couple bonding trip, we wouldn't have had the house to ourselves. Long story short, she's cupid, she played us like dumb fools in love and got away with it."
Right, dumb fools in love. You're both in love with each other, and it makes you feel so bad for not for not having an ounce of regret for what you've done to Haru.
"Katsu, we need to talk about this. Haru, he–"
"–cheated on you. Last night." You raise your brow and he takes out his phone, showing you a picture of Haru kissing a girl sent by none other than Shinsou. You don't feel upset, rather, you feel relieved? Now you have a proper reason to break up with him, to end your relationship. The both of you are at fault, and you have no plans on blaming him for the fall-out.
"Who's the girl?" You ask.
"Check Haru's Instagram story. Shinsou says it's the girl on the third slide. The one in his arm."
You quickly pull out your phone and tap through a series of Instagram stories from your friends before clicking on Haru's profile. Your jaw hangs and a breathy chuckle leaves your lips.
"Who is it?"
"Akane fucking Miya."
