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Your sister just walked through the front door. Youโre still wrapped around the guy sheโs dating.
You were both still, breath caught between confession and catastrophe. His hands trembled on your hips. Yours clutched the hem of his shirt like a lifeline.
You didnโt say anything. Neither did he.
Downstairs, the door clicked shut.
โKatsuki?โ your sister called out, her voice floating lazily up the stairs. โYou here?โ
โFuck,โ he whispered, voice barely audible. โFuck.โ
You slid off the desk in a panic, quickly tugging down your shirt. Your lips felt swollen. You could still taste him. Still feel the burn of his fingers across your skin.
You hated how much you didnโt regret it.
Bakugo looked wreckedโ like he didnโt know whether to punch the wall or drop to his knees. His chest rose and fell in quick, sharp bursts, eyes wild and flicking between the door and you.
You took a step back, arms crossing tightly over your chest. โWhat the hell do we do?โ
โShe canโt see us like this.โ He ran a hand through his hair. โGo downstairs. Act normal.โ
You blinked at him, incredulous. โAct normal?โ
โShe canโt fucking know.โ
Of course she couldnโt. You didnโt need him to tell you that. The shame crawling under your skin was doing a good enough job.
He hesitated before walking over and brushing a hand across your jaw, his thumb grazing your lip. A soft, almost painful look overtook his face.
โThis wasnโt just some heat-of-the-moment shit,โ he murmured. โYou know that, right?โ
And then he left the room, his footsteps quiet but hurried as he went to greet your sister.
You stood there for a long time, fists clenched, trying not to cry.
Downstairs, the fake was perfect.
โThere you are,โ your sister said cheerfully, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. โWhatโre you doing here so late?โ
Bakugo shrugged, sitting stiffly on the couch. โNeeded to talk to you. But you were out.โ
She laughed, plopping beside him. โSorry. I ran to that cafรฉ I like with Mari. Forgot to text. Whatโs up?โ
Bakugo hesitated. โIโI forgot,โ he lied. โIt was dumb.โ
He couldnโt stop glancing toward the stairs. Couldn't stop thinking about what he'd just done. What he wanted to keep doing.
He didnโt hear most of what your sister said after that. Numbness crept in like a drug, dulling her voice, making him want to scream.
Hair slightly messy. Lip gloss faded. Wearing the same shorts that had driven him half mad upstairs.
You didnโt look at him. You walked straight past both of them to the kitchen, got a glass of water, and disappeared again.
He almost said fuck it all.
You thought it would get easier with distance. But the next few days were unbearable. Every time your sister texted you about how sweet Bakugo was being, you wanted to throw up.
In your kitchen, leaning against the fridge like he hadnโt kissed you breathless.
In your hallway, brushing past you with his eyes too soft, too full of guilt and want.
He couldnโt stand your sisterโs touch anymore. He flinched when she kissed him. Made excuses to leave early. All his energy went into not looking at you too long.
Not when the damage was already done.
It finally snapped again a week later.
You were in the backyard, headphones in, sitting on the patio lounge chair with a notebook on your lap. Your tank top was loose, sliding slightly off your shoulder, and your thighs were bare in those same damn shorts.
Bakugo stepped outside without thinking.
You looked upโ and he knew he was fucked all over again.
You pulled your earbuds out slowly. โSheโs not home,โ you said coolly. โIf thatโs why youโre here.โ
He walked toward you like a man possessed.
โDonโt,โ you said suddenly, your voice catching. โDonโt look at me like that.โ
โLike youโre about to ruin my fucking life again.โ
Bakugo stared at you. โI canโt stop thinking about you.โ
You squeezed your eyes shut, like you could force the ache away. โThis is wrong.โ
โSheโs my sister, Katsuki.โ
โI know,โ he said louder, frustrated, stepping closer. โI know Iโm a shitty fucking person, alright? I know I donโt deserve you. I know this is fucked up.โ
โBut I also know Iโve never wanted anything more in my life.โ
He sank to his knees in front of you, resting his head against your bare thigh, like he was praying.
โI think Iโm falling in love with you.โ
โYou canโt say shit like that.โ
He looked upโand your hands reached for him before your heart could catch up. You ran your fingers through his hair, jaw tight.
โYou make me feel like Iโm insane.โ
He leaned up, kissing your wrist.
โThen letโs be insane together.โ
It was reckless. It was selfish. But you pulled him inside.
Clothes came off like confessions. Every kiss was a betrayal. Every gasp a sin.
He had you pinned against your bedroom door before you could speak. His mouth was on your neck, sucking bruises into your skin like a brand.
โYou drive me fucking crazy,โ he muttered as his hands roamed lower. โYou know that?โ
Your fingers tugged his belt open. โGood.โ
He grunted, pressing you hard against the wood, one knee between your thighs. โSay it.โ
You grabbed his face, dragging his lips to yours. โI want you.โ
He was roughโ needy. Like he was trying to make up for every second heโd wasted not being inside you. His mouth was on your chest, teeth grazing your nipple, his fingers sliding under your waistband.
You gasped, clutching his shoulders.
โFuck, youโre soaked already.โ
โYou did that,โ you snapped breathlessly.
He smirkedโ dark and unhinged.
You barely made it to the bed. He laid you out like a feast, eyes trailing over every inch of you like you were something sacred.
And then he dropped to his knees againโthis time for a different reason.
You bit down on your fist when his tongue found your clit. He didnโt stop. Didnโt even come up for air. Just gripped your thighs and devoured you like it was the last time heโd ever get the chance.
โF-FuckโKatsukiโโ
He growled against you at the sound of his name. Pulled you closer. Didnโt let up until you were shaking, moaning, coming on his mouth.
And when he finally kissed you again, you tasted yourself on his tongue.
โI need to be inside you,โ he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. โNeed to feel you.โ
You nodded, already breathless.
He slid inside you in one slow thrust, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. You clung to him, nails digging into his back, and he groaned against your shoulder.
It wasnโt fast. It wasnโt hard. It was intimate. Deep, aching strokes that made your chest tighten with something dangerous.
He kissed you between every thrust.
Your jaw. Your shoulder. Your lips.
โIโm sorry,โ he kept murmuring. โIโm so fucking sorry.โ
You didnโt know if he meant for this, or for her.
But you kissed him back anyway.
โHey!โ your sister called out. โIโm home!โ
Bakugo went pale. You practically threw him off you, scrambling for your clothes.
โShitโfuck, fuckโโ you hissed, yanking on a hoodie, wiping your mouth.
Bakugo cursed under his breath, already pulling his shirt over his head.
You could hear her footsteps.
โBathroom,โ you whispered urgently. โNow.โ
You barely managed to fling your bedroom door open and pretend like youโd just been chilling when your sisterโs voice rang out behind you.
โThere you are!โ she beamed. โI thought you were upstairs with your study friend again.โ
You tried to smile. โNah. Just me.โ
She glanced around. โKatsukiโs carโs outside.โ
You blinked. โIs it?โ
โYeah. Weird. Iโll call him.โ
From the bathroom, Bakugoโs phone buzzed.
You smiled tightly. โMaybe he went for a walk.โ
She shrugged and walked off.
You didnโt breathe for a full minute.
When Bakugo stepped back out, eyes wide and jaw tense, you looked at him.
This was getting too dangerous.
One more second. One more slip.
And everything would fall apart.
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