Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader
Author’s note: This took long to finish. Probably the longest smut I've written. It just kept getting longer and longer as I worked on it.
Summary: Your friends are trying to talk some sense into both of you but you'd rather not take any advise. Thus, the jealousy card gets out of the deck to try to find your way back to each other. Bakugou seems to think it seriously with you but you are still hesitating.
Tags/CW: 18+ MDNI, Bakugou x fem!reader, you are in your 3rd years, Bakugou has an ex, swearing, lots of dialogue (lots!), heavy pining (you've been warned), jealousy, some angst, smut, Katsuki is mean, dom!Bakugou, dacryphilia, degradation, brat taming, quirkplay, biting & scratching, spanking, mirror sex (kind of), fingering, squirting, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up, guys), pillow talk
Wordcount: over 10k (going to check later)
Kirishima [02:14 pm]: (Y/n)
Y/N [02:14 pm]: We need to talk
Kirishima [02:15 pm]: You are not obliged to tell anything. I'm curious but don't tell if you don't feel like it.
Kirishima [02:15 pm]: But i'm happy for you!!!
Y/N [02:16 pm]: You got it wrong. Anyways, have you talked to Bakugou yet?
Kirishima [02:16 pm]: kind of, just a few words
Y/N [02:17 pm]: let's go to the convenience store for snack and drinks then we talk, okay?
And so you did. It's been two days since Kirishima opened that door uninvited and caught you making out with Bakugou. You even waited this long to reach out to your friend about it. But he didn't seem mad. Rather, why would he be? Not like the boys were rivals in love, not at all. It's just that Kirishima was the only one you opened up about your feelings towards the explosive boy. But you rudely assured him on several occasions like a smartass that you were over him, even though the amount of whining in the red haired boy's room proved otherwise.
"I'm sorry I lied," you sighed while drinking from a soda can you bought earlier. "You didn't deserve that. I just didn't want you to see how pathetic I am with this."
"(Y/n), I know you lied, I don't care. It is quite self-explanatory you still have feelings for him," he explained, trying to enlighten you. His voice was full of calmness. He didn't judge you. "But why would you feel pathetic? I've already told you, I'm happy you got together," he smiled.
"But that's the thing, we are not together," you corrected him, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.
"Oh... wait, what?" he suddenly stopped, not stuffing any more of those snacks into his face.
"I don't know. We don't really talk about... us," you grimaced, throwing your head back in frustration. "We just... meet up, then things happen," you sighed once again, your chest heavy as you thought about all those things that indeed happened in the past weeks... months.
"I don't get it, so... You are not dating and neither of you want that?"
"When I said I don't know, I really meant it. We never brought that up, he never asked me out despite his initial advances on me and now I am not even sure if dating him would be a smart idea after what went down with Yamada."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to date her." The boy was really careful with his opinion.
"Jesus, Kiri, you do realize how dumb this sentence sounded, right?" you snickered. "Manipulated or not, that was a decision he made and he took his sweet fucking time ending that relationship," you growled.
"I am also sure he didn't say anything about dating. What did he tell you?" You doubted Bakugou told him anything kind about this situation.
"I just received brief death threats again, then he took his leave immediately," he laughed embarrassed, scratching his head.
"Of course he did that. See? What we have now is comfortable enough for him and he is scared if our secret gets out, I won't be seeing him anymore and he needs to find someone else," you complained like there was no tomorrow. But you were scared to lose him again.
"You can't be seriously thinking that," he scolded you. "I mean... I'm sure he is not the type of man just to fuck around."
"Sure, but then he still dated Yamada without any good reason and he doesn't want to date me now, so..."
"Have you tried talking to him?" he huffed.
"No. And I won't. It's pointless."
You were too stubborn to accept Kirishima might have a point in offering the idea of open communication with a man you were interested in. You were still too hurt by the fact he chose Yamada over you and you were hundred percent sure that you didn't want to be the one begging for a relationship. He should be the initiator here, which he didn't plan to make come true. So this is what left. You, giving yourself to him for free. No obligations for him towards you. Easy life, huh? At least he always made you cum.
That's right, terms between you were still not clear. You could keep yapping about how he didn't initiate any real discussion about where were you going or what did he want from you, but you didn't really give him the chance to be fair. What you have noticed is that he seemed to be reacting to things you were doing, but only did that behind closed doors. So it was hard for you to decide how seriously you had to take those things. Like him fucking you meaner and rougher every single time a guy was openly asking you out and flirting with you, or making you say out loud between the sheets that you were only his. Only so after that he can act like nothing ever happened along those lines. Was he only acting like that because of goddamn hormones?
To add to the whole chaos, Mina also kept pressuring Bakugou in secret, the way she saw that fit. She was persistent until the very end to get the answers she wanted to hear.
"Did you manage to get to the woman of your dreams?" came the sudden question from the pink girl.
"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Bakugou got honestly startled, he winced as Mina dropped next to him out of nowhere.
"(Y/n). Did you tell her at last that you are in love with her?" Her questions were direct and almost cruel.
"Except I'm not," Bakugou grumbled, trying to focus once more onto his smartphone. "I told you to leave me with this shit."
"Oh, my sweet summer child," Mina sighed. "Don't you dare lying to me if it is about the ways of the heart," she gave him a warning tone.
"You high or something?" the grumpy boy frowned at her, a strange grimace on his face.
"This is the last time I'm warning you but you will miss your chance with her, if you keep stalling."
"I'm still totally within time," he snapped. "Not like I like her or something," he corrected himself, realizing his own reaction might gave his feelings away. Was he in denial? Or just scared to admit? He didn't know.
"Dear, I think you have less time than you realize," she advised. "And... you can talk to me anytime, if you are confused or something. Just don't wait too much."
No. He could get through this without any help. There was no need for these nosy extras to tell him what he should do. Anyways, he still didn't understand why did you try to run away from his presence after having sex and why did you avoid him in general. Why the fuck were you acting like that? You were so distant. Mean, even. But if he fucked you enough times and hard enough you will feel connected to him and will want to be only with him, right? What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't be honest and tell you he was desperate not wanting others to have you. That would chase you even further away.
"...But when I'm with him… he is so attentive and gentle," you kept gushing about him to Kirishima. This kind of oversharing happened on several occasions ever since he found out about your latest secret.
"Him???" he let out a high-pitched laugh. That info caught him unexpected. "I mean I know he is a nice guy somewhere... deep down," Kirishima tried to convince himself, using an uncertain tone.
"...and he says the exact things that I want to hear and wish were true. And he treats me like I am special to him and I enjoy that so much it's disgusting," you continued, not even hearing what your friend said about him just now. "But then it's over for the day, everything is back the way they were. Anxiety kicks in... What if it's totally fake? We don't talk for days. But then it starts over and I feel like he cares again."
"You get it now?" you asked, head dropping lower while pressing your palms to the back of your neck.
"No. You really need to talk about this."
"Noo..." you whined. "That would ruin everything. At least we have something now but if it turns out that…" You couldn't even finish.
"(Y/n). You keep saying that it's Bakugou not wanting more but... You are just trying to push the responsibility on him, you know? You don't really make this easy for him. You are in this together."
"Kiri... You know I'm just here to complain about my life and not to hear proper life advice, right?" you grinned like crazy at him. You might have started losing your mind over this.
How much smarter it would have been if you took Kirishima's advice. But no. You had to be petty, insecure and blind. Shouto asking you one day to help him with studying was a proof of that. It was nothing too wild, classmates tended to ask for your help when it came to English and math classes and you liked to assist them with their homework and stuffs. Though, Todoroki asking you to study got the attention of Bakugou, of course.
Study session, huh? That had a specific meaning in the eye of Bakugou now.
It got scared him shitless. Was he not good enough for you anymore? Could he not satisfy you properly? You needed Icyhot now to replace him for study sessions? Insecurities got him bad.
You didn't want to do the tutoring in your dorm, so you offered him to go to the campus library together. You could sit down in one of the corners there.
You didn't have the blazer of your uniform with you. So Todoroki offered you his jacket when you seemed cold. Well, more like he put it on you without asking. You felt too awkward to fight against it or raise your voice. Shouto had that effect on you. He tended to have such grandiose gestures out of nowhere that sometimes you didn't even have the means of a proper reply. He did something like this and you were frozen to stop his advances.
Katsuki saw all of it with his own eyes.
After he saw that first session you had with Shouto... so to say, he tested your loyalty, inviting you to fuck using the usual, completely unassuming text message but then he was rougher with you than normal. He could be hot-blooded and you liked that from him, but usually he also brought some wild playfulness along with that. This time it wasn't like that. He was just rough and he didn't let you know why.
You argued before you left his room. You had no idea what was his problem and he expected you to know. This is how you wanted to play? By playing dumb? Then he will do the same.
You were concerned and heartbroken why he didn't even message you anymore. Even if you tried asking him what was wrong, he said nothing or that he is busy at the moment. Which was obviously a lie, because you saw him walking some random chick to her classroom.
He never did that to you. Or only because you were going to the same class, but... not like this. Fuck... Katsuki was courting somebody?! But again, not you?
Shit. Shit. Shit. You were close to pass out. You couldn't breathe and you felt coldness consuming your body, sweaty drops formed on the nape of your neck. You got all dizzy suddenly.
"Oh my god, (Y/n)! You are pale like a ghost. Are you okay?" Mina shrieked, stopped organizing her books inside her iron box.
"Feel like shit." That was all you could say.
"Sit down, sit down, dear." She managed to pull you to a bench. You plopped down, back against the wall. You were trying to breathe evenly, despite still panting heavily.
She brought you water and sat with you until you got better. She didn't ask from you directly what happened, being afraid that she would trigger the whole thing again, but she talked you through it, until you felt stable. It took a while, which made you both being late from Aizawa's class. Mina openly explained - which you were not too happy about - that you got nauseous, but Aizawa believed her and you were not punished for being late. It didn't even got into your records. He even wanted to send you to the nurse - good luck to anyone trying to convince you - but you insisted there was no need. Though you still decided to inform your students via group chat that you will cancel your afternoon English course for this evening because you got sick.
What you didn't know was that even though he was still sulking about the whole Todoroki-case, Bakugou was worried about you. He knew that you tended to push yourself to the edge and needed to be constantly reminded to rest. He even went to pick you up from your English course once you were done, not being aware that you canceled it. He even went to your dorm room, but it was also empty. And why? Because that time you were whining again to Kirishima.
"Kiriii..." you pouted with tears in your eyes, sitting on his bed. Your legs all pulled up while you were tightly hugging them.
"What happened? Don't say it's Bakugou again," he sighed, having the patience of a saint.
"(Y/n). Just talk this out with him. Openly. Believe me that it will solve everything between you," he tried with all his might to convince your stubborn head.
"But he is ignoring me now. He won't talk to me. And the problem is that I think he is dating someone again."
"What? Already? I don't think so," he shook his head in disbelief.
"Some first-year chick from the general studies," you sniffed while having your hands on your scalp, fingers entwined in your (y/h/c) locks. You just wanted to tear out all of your hair in frustration.
"Naaah," he repeated unconvinced, this time with a grimace on his face.
"I can't just ask him if he is dating someone," you panicked.
"Kirishima..." you nudged him.
"I don't think he is dating anyone, but I'll ask him. Just because it's you," he gave in.
"You are the best, thank you," you hid your face behind your palms, breathing out relieved.
Well, Kiri indeed did his research, but not directly through Bakugou. Whether that was an honest mistake, time will tell.
"Minaaa, I am in need of your wisdom," he knocked on the girl's door, announcing his arrival. Probably he also learned for life that he should always knock first, then wait for any kind of answer from the other side.
"How can I serve you, my friend?" she replied happily, willing to answer any question.
"But you have to treat this really confidential."
"I am the epitome of confidential." Kirishima was not sure if he believed that fully, but he didn't have too many options.
"Do you think... Takada from general studies, first year is dating anybody?" he probed, not being too confident about his question.
"Oooh, you want to ask her out?" a sudden enthusiasm took over her. Of course she knew everyone in this damned school. Not even a question.
"Oh no, it's not the reason I ask... rather... do you think she is dating Bakugou?" he corrected himself.
Mina spit out her drink, right onto the floor. She was also laughing out loud. "No way... I think Bakugou is interested in... somebody else," she chuckled, wiping her mouth dry.
"Yeah, who?" Kiri tried to pry, though he thought he knew the answer for that one.
Mina observed Kirishima's reaction, not replying yet. Both of them had a suspicious look on their faces, accusing the other of something with narrowed eyes.
They asked each other at the same time.
"No. Do you know something?"
They tried again, pulling information out of each other, still speaking simultaneously.
"I..." the boy started to speak, not really knowing what to say. "I said too much. I have to go."
"This conversation is not over, you hear me?" Mina shouted after his red haired friend as he was fleeing the scene. Running away like this was so not manly. But he did promise you he will keep his mouth shut and he won't break on the first possible occasion.
You were sitting in the common room at one evening with the girls, binge watching some guilty pleasure reality show together which kept the boys away from the lounge so you can have some girly times for yourselves. It felt so nice to empty your brain out watching some trash in TV. It made you forget about your hectic life.
Though life still tried hard to play cruel jokes on you. Bakugou's supposed-to-be ex, Yamada Natsumi just walked into your dorm, seemingly uninvited, her face shining bright.
"The fuck is she doing here?" Jirou whispered to you all.
You couldn't even speak, all of you were so shocked as you watched her confidently greeting you and walking towards the escalator with a big bag on her shoulder.
"Don't mind me ladies, I'm just here to see Katsuki," she smiled with that cheeky grin of hers, looking you straight in the eye before disappearing in the corridor.
You tried to seem nonchalant but you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach. After everything that happened because of her you thought that being in the same room couldn't make you shiver anymore. But you wanted to throw up. If Bakugou invited her here... You couldn't take this anymore, you are going to suffer a heart attack right now.
Your face said it all. In case someone knew where to look... And there was one person who knew. Once the girls finished complaining to each other about Yamada's sudden appearence and turned back to the TV screen, you could secretely allow yourself to grit your teeth and clench your jaw.
Mina put her hand on your knuckle, trying to encourage you and show you she was there for you. The gesture made you tear up a bit, but you managed to catch those stubborn drops before they could fall.
You couldn't concentrate on the show anymore. To cope with your feelings, you kept looking at your phone almost every minute. Like you expected a message from a certain someone.
No more than twenty minutes later Yamada came back, the sound of the elevator signaled that.
"What did Bakugou want?" Mina managed to catch her before she left. You presumed she asked this question for you. You always voted for knowing the painful truth, rather than live in blissful ignorance.
"Ah, you know... This and that. I made sure to tire him out," she winked back at Mina.
The fuck? The girl from the general course was not enough for him, now she re-added fucking Yamada to the pool of bitches he wants to choose from?
Your phone buzzed in your hand.
Bakugou [6:37 pm]: can you come to my room?
Fuck him. The audacity he had. You decided to leave him on read until he messaged you again.
You were too zoned out to notice, but Mina glanced to the device in your hand while the chat window with Katsuki was on screen.
Mina was on a hot trail again in her little investigation but had to think things over. She wanted to know more but she decided not to ask anything from you directly. This was a delicate matter, she didn't want to stress you out even further and you were also too smart for her methods. But Bakugou? He was just as much of a man as any other when it came to relationships. Mina owed you that much after the whole Yamada-ordeal. She will hit Bakugou in the head until he is able to give a real excuse for this and then admit his feelings for you.
It came to your awareness during the next day, Bakugou indeed wasn't dating the general course chick, as Kirishima told you what he found out. But that still did not explain why did Yamada suddenly appear. You didn't have too much time to worry about that, as you agreed during lunch break to have some afternoon drink - tea or coffee - with Todoroki on campus.
As soon as you finished hanging out with Shouto and just arrived back to the dorm, you got a text message from Katsuki. His timing was suspiciously precise.
Bakugou [4:49 pm]: My room. Now.
Bakugou [4:50 pm]: Don't you dare ignore me like last time.
Before leaving the lobby you gave your classmates the poor excuse of Bakugou having to help you with math homework. Though you were not sure why you thought you have to say that. You could have just left them without explaining private plans.
You were not in your best mood, standing in front of his door. Considering his message, he wasn't either. But how fucking low could you get to willingly answer his summoning after the shit he pulled again, and then he was the one acting mad. Ridiculous.
You entered his room without knocking, you wore a sour look on your face and your hands were cold and sweaty. The space was dim-litted, the only sources of light were the screensaver of his laptop and a lamp on his night desk.
You found him lying comfortably on his bed, scrolling his phone with one hand while wearing a bored expression - though jaw slightly flexing -, other hand resting under his neck. He didn't pay you any attention, didn't greet you or look at you. Was he the one trying to punish you?
"Why am I here?" you asked with indifference in your voice. You kept watching him, waiting for how this conversation will unfold.
"I don't know. You tell me," he grumbled, red orbs still on that screen. Instead of scrolling further he began typing on the dim-litted surface, probably messaging somebody.
"I came because you asked me," you knitted your brows.
"Damn right. I asked you to do something and you did it without question."
Fuck, you fall right into the setup. It was so smooth it didn't even make you that mad.
But wow, that was rude, even from him. You crossed your arms in front of your chest. He still haven't glanced at you and was on the right track to get under your skin.
"It's been a while since you talked to me. You must have been really busy with your new side bitch from the business course, right?" You didn't raise your voice at him, you just let it all out in the form of cynicism. "Or is it your ex not replying to your messages and you decided it's my turn to spread my legs?"
Okay. This got his attention. He glanced at you with an unamused face, both brows raised. He locked his phone, then stood up suddenly, towering over you. Damn, he was more than a head taller. This sudden expression of masculinity startled you, even when he smelled so nice, which usually made you relaxed and safe. And hot. Not this time. You let out a quiet gasp, arms not crossed anymore in front of your chest.
"That's all that you can say?" he stomped even closer to you which actually forced you to walk backwards. "After the shit you pulled?" he continued cornering you until you bumped into his chair and desk at the other end of his room.
"The shit I pulled?" you repeated, finding your voice. You couldn't just allow him to intimidate you with physical features so easily. "Is there lesion in your brain or just generally too much blood flows to your dick to think straight?" you insulted him.
His nostrils were flaring, lips turned to a thin line. It seemed like he was having a hard time keeping his calm, but still nice enough trying to avoid shouting at you.
"Talking like you are so fucking innocent."
"I'm trying to understand you but I just can't follow," you gave him an angry but desperate look while grabbing the edge of his desk behind you to find some leverage. He stood so close you couldn't keep a straight spine there.
"The hell you tried," he scoffed. "You seem to be forgetting about me as soon as I pull my dick out of you."
"Well maybe you shouldn't have pulled it out and fuck those other two right away while I was on my way back from your bed to mine," you snapped. How could he do that to you? You carded your shaky hand through your hair.
"I wouldn't even want to touch them with a ten-feet pole and I didn't. But don't change the subject. Let's talk about what you did." He switched topic back to you so fast that you couldn't even comprehend.
"But I didn't do anything. Weren't you the one saying I shouldn't accuse anyone without proper proof?" Both of you gesticulated strongly and your faces were close, subconsciously hoping that would somehow help you understand each other better.
"Oh, I have proof," he snickered, realesing air through his nose.
"About what?" You exclaimed impatiently.
"Think," he put his palms flat on his desk caging you.
"That's exactly what I was talking about-" you pushed yourself away from his desk and against his toned arm - goddammit those veins -, even managed to slightly push him, just enough to be able to attempt to walk away from him.
"Hell nah, we are not playing this shit," he interrupted your speech, reaching to grab your upper arm to pull you back to your previous position, so he could craddle you further. "Stay on your ass." He stepped even closer, forcing you to inch backwards, halfway sitting on his desk.
"You've been angry with me for a while now but you fucking expect me to read your mind. This approach might have been okay with Yamada but I'm not a fucking leech like her, feeding off the thoughts of others."
You compared her ex to a parasitic worm. Nice. Well, she was one, though.
"Why the fuck are you still so obsessed with her?!"
"Excuse me? You'd better take that fucking back."
"I don't fucking care about her. She came on her own, I never invited her, I didn't touch her," he growled, pushing his words through gritted teeth.
Your movements were so fluid you hardly noticed, but he was already standing between your legs as he backed you completely, forcing you to sit on that wooden surface, though you tried to somewhat lean back to put some distance between your upper bodies.
"What?" you froze all of a sudden, putting one elbow down to prop yourself. Could you believe your ears? Could you believe him?
"She can rot for all I care," he added. Anger still in his voice.
You lost the thread of this conversation.
"But then what is your problem? What are you accusing me of? Y-you have to speak clearly," your voice thinned, confusion sat on your expression. "What did I do?"
"I... I didn't like the way you treated me," he looked away, looking more vulnerable than ever despite the confident way of his body language.
"Same," you whispered, shrugging your shoulders.
Fuck. You were not getting ahead. You kept walking in circles. What the fuck did he mean? What have you done? Why was he so reluctant to say it out loud?
"L-look. I'm willing to talk this out just tell me what's wrong," you grabbed his shirt on his chest and gave him the most pityful, desperate look you could. "Please... Katsuki..."
He was still mad but it was so hard to resist you. Neither of you were good at communicating with each other about feelings but you excelled at showing how you felt about each other.
He gave in to the pull of your small hands clinging onto him and bended down to be able to press his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms around the warm skin of his neck, while he did the same around your waist pulling you flush against him as he stood between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss, granting his greedy tongue full access to your mouth as you felt him forcing his way deeper. The act slowly quieted down and you whined in frustration when you felt him giving you a last peck on your swollen lips.
"Please tell me what's wrong," you repeated your plea.
"I... don't want you to hang out with other guys." Warmer, but still not quite there.
Poor guy couldn't even look you in the eye while murmuring this. He knew this request of him was absurd. And last time any of you checked you weren't explicitly dating. But this is how he felt.
"And what about me? You cannot ask something like this, if you dont reciprocate. Why the fuck would you give special treatment to other girls? I don't want you to do that," you snapped, detaching your arms from around his neck, laying backwards on your elbows to look at him judgingly from there.
"What special treatment?! This is the special treatment what's happening behind this door," he answered, switching from calm to being angry again. More than that. Sexually frustrated, after your kiss already made him half-hard in his pants.
"You mean you shouting at me? What happened to the oldschool stuffs when you just used me as sex-relief?" That cynicism. It was back again.
"You want to be my fucking sex toy, exclusive?" he frowned like he was being offended.
"A-and what if I'm... not against that?!" you asked and bit into your lower lip, tone confident but face turned red in a second.
"You are so insufferable," he growled at you, flashing his white teeth before moving closer and pressing his lips to yours.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him to your core as you breathed out with pure need. He laid you along the surface of his desk while you accidentally swept some of his stuffs to the floor. You gasped in surprise, turning your face to the direction of the clutter.
"Focus on me only, understood?" he grabbed your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look at him. You tried to nod with a surprised look on your face. As a response he strengthened his grip on you jaw, making your lips pout. "With words," he added with a warning tone.
"Yes, sir," you replied, blinking slowly. Your eyes fluttered when he decided to give a slow, wet lick to your pouted lips, transferring his saliva over the act.
"What do you want?" he asked arrogantly, when he heard you muttering his name while he still clawed your lower face.
"S-spit, please," you murmured an embarrassed request, face flushed. Your panties were so wet already.
"You think you deserve my spit? What makes you think that?" So self-absored. He pressed his clothed dick to your pelvis, while he still towered over you on his writing desk.
"I-i... I..." You were already so hot and needy. How the fuck did he have this effect on you in mere seconds?
"That was fucking pathetic, (y/n)," he grinned at you, looking at your stuttering form, noticing the forming tears in the corner of your eyes. "You don't even seem to want it that bad."
"Why don't you crawl under those fucking extras drooling over you already if you want to swallow spit that much?" he leaned closer to your face.
"What extras? There is no one else," you growled, hitting his chest in frustration.
His hand moved to squeeze your throat, putting pressure onto your vocal cords as he forced you onto your two feet. You tried to express dissatisfaction but couldn't, grabbing onto his forearm holding you as he dragged you to stand in front of his full-body mirror fastened to the outer door of his wardrobe.
He stood tall behind you, flush against your body. He hold you tight so you couldn't get away, one hand still on your throat to force you to look at yourselves in that mirror.
"Fucking brat," he growled to your ear, nibbling on the lobe, then grazing his teeth on the skin behind it. "Always so demanding. Expecting me to work my ass off, making you cum, thinking you deserve it more than me."
"That's not true," you whispered with your eyes closed, wiggling your body while still leaning to him.
"You are such a selfish bitch, aren't ya? You don't care about anyone else but yourself." You shook your head vehemently, grabbing his hand on your throat to try to make him ease his grip. "Look in that fucking mirror and say it."
"I'm... a selfish bitch," you sniffed. You glanced at your mirror image. The way Katsuki held you close, his glazy eyes giving you a basic idea how far his ego took him from reality. You, tearing up and blushing as he pushed one hand into the crown of your hair and pulling the roots painfully. "...And I only care about myself."
Your tears kept flowing. He was so mean and rough with you. He never manhandled you this hard before. But the way you saw in the mirror that despite all that he was still nudging his nose to your cheek stroking your face with it or despite him squeezing your neck, he still caressed your jaw with the tip of his thumb. Your heart started beating faster when his eyes met yours in that reflection.
Why were you so aroused by this? Did he feel the same way about you right now?
"You are so fucking easy. It took me five minutes for you to give up control. How long did it take to that idiot to groom you into fucking him?"
"Katsuki, you are so fucking mean," you whined. "Who are you even talking about?"
"Enough of this," he grunted, releasing some of the tension from his body. He dropped his hands to your chest to fiddle with your buttons, slowly opening your blouse. When you raised your hands to assist him, he growled at you. "Hands off, pretty. They go behind your back," he ordered you.
He took his sweet time, making you watch in the mirror as he undressed you, not letting you assist or intervene. Your buttons slowly parted, revealing your black bra and the silky skin of your breasts. He did the same with the rest of your clothing, pulling down your skirt and underwear too, making you step out of them.
"Look at you," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "So pretty."
His warm, calloused hands cupped your breasts a couple of times, then pulled on your nipples. Your breath hitched and you felt a hot pulsating sensation between your legs. His fingers searched for your clit which made you shiver, leaning onto his clothed body, moaning quietly while whispering his name.
"Don't get used to this," he removed his fingers from your bud, pulled you in a strong, tight hug from behind while giving your right cheek a playful bite. "You'd better not trying to be too comfortable here," he said with a warning tone as one hand moved upwards on the back of your thigh.
His palm was incredibly warm, if not unpleasantly hot, burning your skin. When reaching your butt, he gave it a rough squeeze, fingernails carving half moons into your skin. You hissed, body started wiggling around to try to get away. He repositioned your body, manhandled your legs to straddle a bit and pushed your upped body downwards. You leaned on the wooden surface with your hands on each sides of the mirror. When looking at your reflections again, you saw your body arching for him, as he briefly pressed his pelvis to your naked butt.
"Tell me," he stroked the skin of your ass, not pressing his erection to you anymore. You sensed how his fingertips were dangerously hot again. "Did you also beg to him, like you do to me?"
There was no playfulness in his voice. What the hell was in his head? Why did he think you were lying?
"There are no others, goddamit," you grunted with a hoarse voice, lowering your head.
"Watch your fucking tone when talking to me," he raised his voice. You heard a crackling pop and felt a sudden, sharp pain on one of your butt cheeks which made you gasp loudly.
You were frozen in time as you tried to comprehend. Your jaw dropped and you panted, trying to catch your breath. Your butt was burning in pain, still throbbing.
You looked for his eyes in the mirror, trying to read his expression. His mouth was slightly opened, in interest of watching your reaction. Red eyes holding passion deep within.
"Did you just use you quirk on me?" You turned your head back to ask him directly with meek uncertanity.
"I am the one asking questions here," he repeated the act on the same side. You cried out again, then started to breathe in and out rapidly to cope with the pain you felt.
Oh, that's right. This fucker popped his quirk on your butt. Damn, it hurt. He was that strong, too. Even without his firecracker explosions.
"Damn... Fuck," you panted, looking at your wincing reflection.
"Let's try again, gorgeous."
You saw him raising that palm again which made you shudder in fear of pain. Your legs trembled as you waited for the coming impact. You arched even more, your body flexed as his hand moved towards your butt, but...
But then nothing happened. No smack? It didn't make you pant any less, though. You looked at the blond boy with uncertanity who just giggled at your reaction.
"Fucking asshole, you are, Bakugou" you spat, turning your face away from him.
Now he smacked you. Even harder than before. You whined like a dog.
"What happened to you? You used to be so eager for me and now you keep talking back like this," he wondered.
It was difficult listening to him. The left side of your arse was throbbing like hell and your skin started to be sticky from sweat.
"Is this... your obsession now?" you panted, eyes glimmering from tears. "Implying other guys possibly fucking me? That's what makes your dick hard?"
"Nngh-" you cried out. "It hurts. It hurts," you kept whispering to yourself.
You said that but what you felt was pure arousal. The slight fear which came from the act of him hurting you, being stronger than you and you bearing it for him. It turned you on like nothing else. Your cunt clenched around nothing every time when he hit you and you were sure that the heat radiating from your pussy was hotter than his quirk will ever be.
"Yeah? Your pussy tells me something different." He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. "Seems to enjoy the fucking attention here," he dragged the side of his index finger over your slit, collecting your dripping slick.
You cried out loud at his touch, you squeezed your eyes shut as your mouth hung open.
"Calm the fuck down, I barely grazed you," he frowned, then raised his finger to his mouth and licked it to taste your arousal.
"Katsuki," you knitted your brows with a painful look, craving his attention. "F-fuck... I'm begging you, one finger please... Inside" you whined, arching your back even more for him, not caring about the pain you felt in your waist and back.
"You want me inside your pussy?" he pressed his fingers to your hips.
"Yes," you sighed in frustration, eyes closed shut for a few moments.
"Not if you don't admit fucking others," he let you go, releasing the pressure on your hips.
"Fuck! There is nothing to admit," you snapped at him. Your voice was high-pitched as your annoyance grew. "I'm not fucking anyone else. Apparently not even you!"
Now on the other cheek, at least. Your legs gave up functioning, your body buckled forward. Katsuki had barely enough time to react but he managed to grab you by putting one arm under your belly, saving you from hurting yourself.
"Don't run away, I gotcha," he snickered, though you heard his voice being overwhelmed by relief. This could have ended really unfortunate.
You both kneeled on the ground now, kind of. He sat back on his heels while he hugged your torso from behind, pulling you to sit between his thighs. You rapidly breathed in and out through your nose as you concentrated on the feeling of his warm chest pressing to your naked back.
"What did I say about getting too comfortable?" he swept your hair to fall from the other side of your neck, biting down hard on your shoulder.
"Katsuki... I'm begging you, please," your body shivered. You had no idea how long will this torture last, he didn't even start touching you properly. "Touch me or don't, just... let's get through with it already."
"Shut up," he snarled, being annoyed with your constant whining. He repositioned both of your bodies by moving to sit cross legged, then made you to straddle in his lap, your back still against his chest.
You felt somewhat uncomfortable. Again, being on full display for him was one thing. Legs spread that open for him, that happened on the regular, but you were still in front of that fucking mirror.
"Does this feel familiar?" he had one arm over your stomach, used the other to keep your legs open, resting the palm high on your inner thigh.
Well, it did. You were positioned almost the same way when he saw and touched your intimate parts for the first time - during that study session. How different things were back then. When your main problem was that you were attracted to each other too strongly and it was difficult to find a proper time to be alone to indulge in each other for the first time.
"Don't zone out," he shook you up by gently patting your face with the back of his hand.
"Even if I want I couldn't, my ass still burns from your quirk."
"You mean this?" he asked, slapping the aforementioned cheek playfully. You almost collapsed from how sensitive the area was, buckling into his chest more than ever. "Oh, c'mon. Don't overexaggerate, you clearly enjoy this."
"That's stupid. Why would you think that?" You tried to recover from his latest assault.
"I know it since I did this the first time," he sighed bored, then pulled your hair into a hand-made ponytail and tugged it. Hard. "Make sure to look at your face while at it."
This was on such a different level, having to look at your own expression as he was toying with you like this. But he was right in pointing it out for you. You noticed how you frowned first when feeling the sharp pain in your roots, and when the thought registered that Katsuki was the one making you feel this way and how you could be this vulnerable with him only, giving him all control, your eyelids closed slowly before they fluttered while your puffy lips parted.
"Fucking pretty, right?" You had to admit, it was no lie. You were exactly that in that moment. "Your guy doesn't even have any idea. How feeling pain makes your pussy wet," he mocked you again.
"I didn't sleep with anyone else since you," you snapped out of the recent pleasure you experienced, then tried explaining it again with gritted teeth and a desperate whine, hoping it will register to that stubborn brain of his.
"Who the fuck was asking you? Are you trying to make me angry?"
"But-" You couldn't finish your sentence as he gave your clit a harsh smack, making you scream. Your body jolted as you whined like a bitch in heat.
"Shut it," he pressed his large palm over your mouth to keep you from crying out even louder, though muffled, panicked grunts still got through. He kept his hand on your lower face, but pushed his other to your aching bud to try soothing your pain, slowly circling his fingers on it. "Stop screaming, your fucking extra won't come for you."
Hearing him going on about this topic once again made you grunt into his palm and as you wiggled your head, you were able to free your upper lip, granting you the opportunity to pierce your teeth into the flesh between his thumb and index finger.
You challenged each other with this move of yours. He hissed, but still letting out a satisfied sigh, not trying to pull his hand from your mouth. Rather, he pressed his fingers even harsher into your cheeks.
"Yeah?" he grinned at you. You even felt his cock twitch against your ass, some of his pre-cum smearing over your skin through his sweatpants. "Which one of us is the stronger dog?" he provoked. "You know I won't back down from a little pain, baby," he kept flashing his teeth at you, while you still felt the rest of his fingers stroking your labia, from time to time pinching your clit.
Fuck. You gave in. You had to surrender.
You reluctantly released his hand from the captivity of your teeth and you heard him mutter a haughty "that's what I thought, too" as you both looked at the bloody bite mark you gave him.
"You... fucking animal," you growled at him, throwing your head back on his shoulder, trying to get some air.
He didn't seem to mind the throbbing pain in his hand. On the contrary, he was even more aroused now. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he grazed his teeth on the skin, licking it, then giving you heated love bites. Meanwhile he also circled fingers on your clit, then moved to stroke and part your labia. You kept moaning for him, right into his ear, being visibly excited over the thought that he might start being nice to your body at last.
"Yes-yes-yes, Katsuki, please," begged eagerly, your nose and lips stroking his cheek gently. Your plea sounded sweet in his ears.
"Do you want fingers inside your sticky pussy?" he giggled quietly.
"Such a horny... greedy bitch you are." Damn, he enjoyed slutshaming you tonight. "You know what to do for it," he implied, beckoned with his head in the direction of the mirror.
"But... Katsuki," you whined for his mercy, reluctant to follow his orders. He let you attempt to hide your face in embarrasment, your cheecks touched as you tried to turn your face towards the crook of his neck.
"C'mon, baby," he nudged verbally, trying to encourage you.
You looked in the mirror, painfully ashamed and frowning. "I'm a horny bitch... Caring only about myself," you sniffed. Oh, how he enjoyed this. Having this power over you.
"Such a smart girl... Learns so fast," he kissed your temple. "Now spit, pretty," he moved his palm to your mouth, flexing it close to your face.
"But not like this, let's use yours," you pouted your lips, mumbled to the side of his face barely audible.
"Naah, this is what you can choose from," he shook his head. "Either yours or none." He still was on the high road of punishing you with stupid shit. Sulking, but you accepted his terms, spitting into his hand. "Smart girl," he added.
He smeared your saliva all over your needy pussy with care, but you found it suspicious how careful he was not to enter you using his fingers. Even though it felt really mindblowing how he circled around your slit and how he pressured your clit, you got annoyed.
"Why are you not pushing it in?" you pouted, leaning to his chest as you observed the reflections of your bodies in the mirror.
"I never said it will be my fingers, did I?"
"What are you talking about?" you raised your upper body to be able to look at him, panic in your eyes. "But you told me that-"
"I haven't promised you shit, baby."
"Please," you begged crying. "Just tell me what else do you want from me."
"Let's make a deal. You do this one last thing and then you can fuck yourself dumb on my cock, alright?" he offered, gently stroking your chin with his thumb.
"Okay," you nodded, blinking some of your teardrops away. You were not even sure what he had in his mind this time and you still said yes.
He made sure once again that you were sitting in his lap comfortably, considering that you were still forced spreading your legs. He had hands all over your body and his lips kept lovingly harrassing your shoulder, neck and cheek if not whispering something dirty to your earlobe.
"I want you to touch yourself. Pretend I'm not even here." Thus your assessment he made specifically for you.
"What?" you blinked twice with mouth hung open, your voice being confused and surprised.
"Masturbate, gorgeous. What part of it you don't understand?" he mocked you, starting to lose his patience.
You were hesitant. But you decided to go through with it, you wanted the prize, after all. You reached to massage your clit with your middle finger, circling stronger and stronger to stimulate the area.
"Don't mind me, at all," his breathing changed, hardly being able to hide his excitment. "Just keep touching yourself like whenever you are daydreaming about fucking me."
He pressed kisses to your neck or gently bit it from time to time, mostly he decided to play with your breasts while his eyes were glued to the reflection of your pussy.
You made sure to treat yourself with gentle routine, but still careful not to scratch yourself with long fingernails. You pushed two fingers in. That and Katsuki's touch on you gave you goosebumps all over your body. Even you were amazed by how wet and loud your cunt was while moving around your fingers to massage your inner walls.
Katsuki enjoyed the show. Oh, he did. Especially when he experienced it for the first time how you removed your fingers and lift them to your lips to lick off your sweet juices. You made sure to look into his eyes while doing that. He was mesmerized, wearing a shit-eating grin on that handsome face.
There was one single problem in all of this, though. For you, it was nothing new but you couldn't particularly make yourself moan or running hotter than a certain level. You were not even close to cum at all. No matter how you worked on yourself, it felt nice but you were far from your high. Only thing that kept you interested and aroused was Katsuki's hands and lips on you.
"C-can you please help?" you asked him with a meek voice. It would be so much different if he was the one touching you there.
"I-i can't... I'm trying but I just can't... finish like this," your voice trembled, still stroking yourself with one hand, not trying to loose current progress.
"Like what? Aren't you just nervous, pretty?"
"N-no. I cannot cum from my fingers anymore," you teared up, admitting your secret. "You just fucking ruined me."
"You serious?" he sighed, like he just heard one more thing he really didn't intend to deal with right now.
"I... I tried many times using my fingers since we've been intimate but... It's just not the same. I can't get there." You closed your thighs, thinking you can hide from his eyes but the attempt was futile.
"My poor baby... No need to cry, alright?" he bended forward to be able to look at you directly. "What else do I need to know?"
"I guess it works only if someone else is touching me," you explained, realizing in a second what you might have said. "But I didn't try being physical with anyone else but you. Please believe me. I-i need you... only. To make me feel good. You are the only one, everyone else is shit," you panted when reaching the end of your monologue. "Please believe me," you repeated.
You examined him in the mirror, saw him contemplating for couple of seconds. Vermilion orbs glancing at your desperate features but not giving away what he thought.
"Let daddy take care of you, alright?" He put one hand on your now closed thighs, sliding his fingers inbetween them.
"I can still k-keep trying for daddy, if daddy wants that," you offered.
"You just keep your pretty mouth shut."
He seemed somewhat impatient, not willing to waste more time than you already had. He used two fingers to enter you, not moving his hand forth and back but rather experimented by putting pressure on different points of your gummy walls, massaging it.
He was so good at it. Your body reacted immediately.
"Y-yeah, right there," you whimpered, pressing your thighs together, then pulling your knees closer to your chest.
"Really? You are already close?" he ridiculed you. "Aren't you too old not to know how to masturbate?"
"I told you, it's your fault," you grumbled as you readied your body to let your nearing orgasm unfold.
He suddenly removed his fingers and slapped your butt again, without using his quirk. You gasped as you felt the stinging sensation on your already bruised butt.
"I won't let you cum, if you are not nice, baby" he gave you a late warning. He already ruined your coming high.
"What I meant is..." you tried to correct your statement. "My fingers are neither that thick or cannot reach deep enough and just stimulating my clit doesn't do the job anymore."
"Yeah, I can see," he accepted your apology. Kind of. He also decided to continue where he left off, pushing back fingers.
"Katsuki," you panted his name. "I... don't know if I can follow through."
"What now?" he asked irritably.
"I'm so fucking sensitive but tired at the same time," you sighed exhausted.
"You say I cannot make you cum?" he snapped at you. You seemingly offended him in his masculinity, ego being affected.
"No, this is not what I'm-" you disagreed, swallowing a scream as he found your sweet spot again.
"See? I'm perfectly aware what makes my girl feel fucking good," he argued, pushing his fingers even deeper.
His girl? Fuck, that was the closest thing to a girlfriend he was willing to burst out so far. And how come that his words were able to make you running this hot? Your pussy was clenching, you had goosebumps all over your body and it was not only that you felt that knot unfold but you felt a strange strain within, like there was a lot of pressure on your bladder.
"Yeah, that's right. C'mon, baby. Let it all out," he panted in your ear, as he also noticed the signs you were close.
"Nngh-" you whined and moaned uncontrollably, clawing at both of his biceps. "No, no, no, no," you kept shaking your head at the feeling that took your body and mind over. "Please, stop" you begged. "I can't..."
"Oh, yes, you can," he encouraged you, putting a mean finger on your clit, starting to pressure it, as he kept precisely massaging that spot inside of you that made you see stars. "Just come already, baby. You can do it," he whispered. "Cum for me."
The knot suddenly unfolded, you felt like having a tiny exploision in your lower half. You couldn't see through your tears and your nails pressed agressively into his muscles. The way your core clenched around his fingers had no pattern at all. You were on cloud nine and suddenly the pressure you felt on your bladder was gone.
"Shiiit." You heard him swearing. Like something strangely interesting happened.
You became extremely dizzy but you had the strength to raise your head and look around. His mirror... Even the floor. All soaked and drops of wetness were dripping down. You started to panic.
"I-I'm sorry, i'm so sorry, this never happened before..." you wiggled in his lap, feeling his fingers slipping out of you. Your face turned red.
"I didn't know you were a squirter," he stated, sounding extremly proud.
"I... did what?" you got all confused. "Fuck, I'm sorry. It's so embarrassing. It's all over the mirror," you closed your legs immediately. You were still light headed, so hyperventillating didn't help.
"Don't be sorry, baby. Daddy is so fucking proud. His girl squirting for him," he put you into a tight hug, kept hinting kisses to your cheek. "Do you want to sit on daddy's cock?"
You nodded like crazy as a response. He immediately scooped you up and turned you around, pulling your ankles behind him and making them interwine. You were facing him at last, not the mirror.
"Hold tight," he grinned at you, rising on his knees. You reattached your grasp behind his neck, legs tightened around his torso even harder, while he completely released his grab on your body and removed his sweatpants.
"And you are the one picking at me when I don't wear underwear only because I gave it to you," you mocked him, when he discarded his pants and noticing he went commando.
You also didn't fail to notice how some of his pre-cum seeped through the material. Realizing that all this time he was one layer closer to you than you thought was hot.
He sat back to the ground cross legged, with you on top. Your gaze gravitated downwards, watching with open mouth how his erect cock pressed against your slit. He put his hand around his length, pumping twice, before he tapped your clit with his mushroom head. You jerked from the feeling, as it was sensitive and addicting at the same time.
"Shit. That felt good," you whined, leaning back while having your arms around his neck, trying to give him better access to your hole. Your hands accidentally slipped, releasing his neck and you started to fall.
"The fuck are you doing?" he scolded you, again saving the day with his quick reflexes, reaching out to grab you.
"S-sorry," you panted. "I'm still dizzy I guess."
"Get it together. I didn't even have my fun so far," he reminded you how fucking horny he was here without actual release. "You need water or something?"
"No," you refused. "But thanks. Continue."
He repeated the previous act, tapping his cock on your clit, then stroked himself along your wet slit up and down, enjoying your every reaction. You craved him so much and you were not afraid to show it to him.
You felt his knuckle graze you as he hold his cock under the tip, bringing it to your entrance, slightly pushing in.
"W-wait, Katsuki," you snapped up in a needy cry, your panting was uncontrolled from the slight panic. "You can't just put it in like that. We are not using protection."
"It's just the tip, don't worry," he said as one extra inch disappeared within your hole. His voice became breathy.
"Ka-Katsuki, nooo," you whined, starting to feel the stretch of the angry head inside. "It's risky, you know that, too."
"Tell me to pull it out and I will," he challenged you. "If that's what you really want... Look at me."
Reluctantly, but you glanced at his face, measuring up his features, then looked straight into his eyes. You bit into your lower lip as you were fighting your instincts. This was so dangerous but you couldn't resist him and how he made you feel. Not even in your dreams. You wanted his full attention and it caused you to fucking burning up.
You were smarter than this.
You saw him give you a genuine smile. It was only for a short second but it made your womb tremble.
He slid one hand to the back of your neck to be able to pull you in for the kiss. As your body moved closer, at the same time he could easily slip his length inside, without any resistance from your body at all.
"Do you feel it?" he slightly moved away to be able to whisper to you. "Your body remembers me at fucking last."
You moaned into the kiss loudly, trying to gasp for some air before devouring his lips once again. You didn't start moving your body against his, you just delighted in the feeling of experiencing each other raw for the first time.
"Has anyone entered you like this before?"
You shook your head, biting your lips again with eyes closed.
"How does it feel, baby?"
"Gods, it's... Amaaazing," you dragged out. "I feel everything of you. I feel every little vein and ridges. And how you keep throbbing inside of me... I never want you to pull out anymore," you sobbed, melting between his arms.
You could pass out it felt so great. You forgot within a second he wasn't wearing a condom.
"Pretty..." he called you on your nickname with a heartwarming tone, using his lips to kiss away your tears. He kept holding you tight, arms around you as you leaned into him. "Your pussy is always so nice to me," he added, barely audible.
"But you can't cum inside, Katsuki. Please, just don't."
He ignored your cries. Instead, he pierced his fingers into the flesh over your pelvis and started rolling your hips back and forth. Your body effortlessly swinged, the rock of your body barely visible. Still, the feeling coming from it was phenomenal for the both of you.
"Feels so good," you sighed with your eyes closed, not being aware how he was admiring your pretty features.
"Look at our bodies," he said. When following the line of his vision, you could see how he was looking at the point your bodies connected. "You're so fucking wet for me," he pointed out as he noticed how your juices were overflowing onto his pelvis. "Your greedy little pussy just keep swallowing my cock," he growled, looking back at your face. You whimpered at his words. The way he described how your bodies united...
"Fuck-fuck-fuck," you murmured. "I'm trying not to cum here."
"The fuck are you holding back for. Don't do that."
"Then..." you started your sentence, still collecting strength to express your thoughts.
"As much as I love this but... Could you please fuck me as hard as you can? And talk very dirty to me?" you begged with an innocent voice, stroking the skin of his chest before grabbing onto his shoulders again. Fuck, how he loved that. That innocent voice of yours asking for filthy things. How could he say no to that?
"Yeah, but not sure how long can I go fucking you raw," he warned you, not feeling too proud about it.
"You don't have to last long. Couple of minutes will suffice," you tried to calm his nerves.
"How optimistic," he snickered, suddenly standing up to transfer you to his bed. Your burnt butt was in pain anyways being in his lap or on the floor all evening.
He dropped you onto the mattress and crawled above you, making himself room between your thighs to re-enter you.
"Shit, so easy to slip inside," he murmured, not wasting any time to start rocking his hips back and forth.
"You look so fucking fine," your tongue slipped, not intending to say that out loud, though couldn't resist as you were admiring his sculpted body.
You wanted him as close as possible, locking your ankles above his butt and holding him as deep as you could. You raised your hips under him, so his cock could stimulate you in the best places.
"You'd better let me go right now, if you don't want me to cream all over this pussy," he warned you, biting your neck and you immediately opened your legs once his sentence registered to your brain. "Dick makes you so fucking dumb," he started moving again, with moderate tempo.
"Harder," you mumbled between loud moans. Laying on his bed and inhaling his scent on his sheets made you clench. "Fuck me harder."
"You think you can order me around like that?" he growled, but still obliged. He moved with the same pace, but every time his pelvis met yours, it was deep and created a loud smack. "Who am I to you?"
"You are... You're..." He planted one hand around your neck, squeezing it just enough that you could still talk. "My master."
The stinging pain on your arse still lingered every time your skins pressed together but the way you were able to feel how the ridges of his dick stroked your inner walls, made you ignore it.
"Yeah that's fucking right," he panted. Doing all of the physical labour and still being on top mentally to be able to lead this type of communication with you - just because you asked so - was superhuman from him. He was so amazing.
"You are my personal little fucktoy." You felt him picking up on the tempo, hand on your neck squeezed harder. "Repeat it." The way he said it just made you shiver.
"I'm your personal fucktoy, only existing to satisfy you," you obeyed. "Please use me however you see fit," your voice turned high, being interrupted by the way he pistoned in and out of you.
"You have a silver tongue on you, baby," he chuckled. "But if you still have coherent thoughts, that's an issue," he pushed himself up and pulled out of you, which left you with a frustrated cry. You raised on your elbows and had a quick look at his hardness. You saw a creamy ring around his base which made you slightly drop your mouth, temptation lingering in the back of your mind.
"What? No compliments about my cock anymore?" he mocked you when he caught you staring.
"It's still very pretty," you gave him a naughty look.
You did not have the time to laugh about this minor exchange, as he decided to fold you into half, putting you in a mating press and sink into you once again. The sudden intrusion caused you to cry out in surprise, grabbing onto his wide shoulders for leverage while he used the changed positure to ram you like the madman he was.
You were just hoping Kirishima wasn't in his room yet as Katsuki had no intention of shutting you up and it was not only your loud moans and whines but the repeating noise of every thrust of his would make an innocent person think that someone was aggressively clapping in Bakugou's room.
You just couldn't hold back, expressing how he made you feel good as you were nearing your second orgasm tonight.
"We're too loud, Katsuki," you whimpered with tears in your eyes, trying to catch his attention.
"We? It's your pussy making all these pretty noises." Damn, he was panting and sweating like hell. How did he still keep up?
He kept repeatedly hit your cervix. You were folded in half and you had no idea how you were still so flexible. Him moving inside of you felt so fucking intense you were on the verge of crying. You had your arms around his neck and when you felt your high coming and ambushing you out of nowhere, you pierced your fingernails into the skin of his back until they left visible marks.
Your cunt were pulsating as you tried to arch your back. Your high-pitched moans ruled inside the room as you experienced your orgasm. Though it was cut short as Katsuki had to pull out, not being able to hold it any longer listening to your sweet moans. You put your feet down on the mattress when you didn't feel any of pressure by him on your body. Meanwhile he released warm waves of heavy opaque globs onto your stomach and breasts.
Both of you panted heavily, none of you having any idea how much time have passed since you entered that room. The only sources of light still being his nightdesk lamp and the screensaver of his laptop on his desk.
Katsuki was focusing on his cum on you body, not raising his head to look you in the eye. You still had your hands on his shoulders, moving one palm to gently stroke his cheek then get lost in his hair. It seemed like he indulged in your kind touch for a mere second, but then as if he suddenly realized that the night was over. He shook your hand off of himself, then got up from his bed. That made you prop yourself on elbows, giving him an annoyed but hurt look that he didn't even see, as he avoided looking at you.
Wow. Post-nut clarity hit him hard.
"I need tissues to clean this up," you asked of him and he reached for some kind of upper shelf next to his bed that you had no way of seeing or reaching, throwing a pack of tissues next to your body.
Was he still mad about something? You've already told him there were no other guys in the picture.
"L-look, I don't know what's up. Are you still angry?" you decided to ask after you finished cleaning up. "Do you want me to leave?"
"Oookay, I can stay an extra hour, or two," you gave in. You still thought your argument from before was not completely over. Not to mention it was only around 8pm. It was not that late for you.
"What? Katsuki, no," you exclaimed. "I still need to have a proper bath, have things to do, not to mention we have classes tomorrow." Those were no lies, but they were also a list of poor excuses. Especially in his eyes.
"And?" he shrugged shoulders.
"I don't want to be a bother for you. I have only my uniform here," you continued, still sitting on his bed naked. He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a t-shirt for you to wear. He threw it at you.
"You know, I could just go back to my room for clothes," you hesitated about this whole plan of his, even though you already were on the move of putting his shirt on. Damn, it smelled like him.
"I'm not stupid. We both know that once you leave through that door, you won't come back until next time."
You sighed loudly. You felt so not sure about this.
While you spent your freetime hiding in Katsuki's room, heatedly arguing with him in the past few hours, some of your friends noticed your absence.
"Hey, where is (y/n)?" Denki asked from the others non-chalantly.
"Bakugou tutors him, she said she is a bit behind in math," Sero answered, not even looking up, just playing on his phone.
"Tutoring? This is how they call it nowadays?" Mina grumbled under her nose. She just hoped Bakugou was using this amount of time with you to officially ask you out.
"I should also study more, goddammit," the blond boy whined.
"You really believed this bullshit? Sorry for the language, but still..." Mina scolded the boys.
"Really? (Y/n) asking anyone… for extra lessons… in math? When she scores better than anyobdy in this school?" She looked at the boys judgingly. "Damn, she is not even trying coming up with proper lies anymore. Doesn't she respect us enough?" The pink girl complained.
"Well, indeed it's strange how they are spending more and more time again," Kaminari thought about it. "But they were also quite close in the past. How is this different?"
"Do you think they are going at it?" Sero asked.
"You tell us Kirishima. You are awfully quiet." The girl pulled him in into the conversation.
"Yeah, your room is next to Bakugou's."
Kirishima didn't reply, but he couldn't keep a straight face anymore. He definitely looked like he was guilty of something, avoiding glances from his friend.
"Fuck, you know something," Denki got excited, putting away his smartphone.
"Yeah, spill," Sero did too.
"I can't. I already got death threats from Bakugou," the red haired boy panicked, trying to keep your secrets.
"You just did spill, bro," Sero confirmed.
"Yeah. C'mon, Kiri. It's not like we are against them. We are their friends," Mina tried to reason. "And we won't let you leave until you say something juicy," he added with a cheeky smile.
Kirishima let out a deep sigh, feeling cornered. It would get out anyway, he thought. And maybe others knowing would push the two of you closer.
"Alright," he gulped. "Some time ago I went to Bakugou's room. Without knocking. I caught them making out."
"OH. MY. GOD." Mina shrieked with enthusiasm. "Tell us everything. How did it happen, how did they react when you caught them, were they naked? Half-naked? Was it cute?" she bombarded the boy with questions.
"Stop, I said I got death threats," he pulled back, not being fine with sharing all this. "And there was nothing cute about it. Technically they were devouring each other's faces."
"I am so happy for them I'm gonna cry. I nudged Bakugou for so long, but at last he grew a pair of balls," the pink lady shed some tears.
"But they are not dating," Kirishima shook his head. "Or at least that's what (y/n) said. So they can still mess this up. Having sex is not the same as talking about your feelings openly."
"Should we help them somehow?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"With what? Holding candles? Giving them condoms?" Sero grimaced.
"They would both tear our heads off if we intervened. Especially that Bakugou already threated to kill me if I tell anyone about what I saw and I already did. So NO intervening!" Kirishima pointed a warning finger at the others.
"We will be subtle. Don't worry."
You were still in Bakugou's dark room. Basically you were held hostage there, wearing his shirt, laying in his bed next to him. It felt a bit awkward, all things considered.
He rested his arms behind his neck, not afraid to look at you anymore or initiate a conversation. You were not cuddling, but you laid close to him on your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows.
"What was all this, Bakugou?" you shook your head in disbelief. Not being mad or annoyed, you just searched for answers. "Why do you even want me to stay the night?"
"Didn't you whine for the special treatment?" he avoided your question.
"I did, it's just... That's so... unlike you. Unlike us," you corrected yourself. "Forget it, don't answer this," you changed your mind.
You scratched your neck, then pushed one hand through your hair to keep propping yourself, leaning on the side of your head. His face showed no emotions, you couldn't read out anything out of him now.
You glanced at his sculpted arms flexing and pressed behind his head. Then his naked chest, how it raised and lowered as he was breathing evenly. Blanket covered him from the waist down. You sighed with a gentle but awkward smile while eyeing him, thinking about all of the dirty things he just made you to do for him.
It made you shiver again with excitment.
"You cold?" he raised both of his eyebrows with concern.
"No. No. It's just..." you tried to mumble something. Just that you came so hard you were still shaking.
He sighed, but still raised the blanket that was covering him, inviting you under the sheets for warmth. He did this to force you closer, you hoped. You accepted his invitation by crawling closer, laying your head on his chest, before he let the blanket fall and cover your body.
You've both been quiet for a shorter while. His warmth and the closeness of his body made you feel safe. All of this was so serene. This is how it could be every time if it was more than sex between the two of you?
All you could think of was him. And his scent, his body, the time you spent together, the way you had sex...
"I... really enjoy it sexually when you have complete control over me," you admitted. It was easier to converse like this. You didn't have to look him directly in the eye.
This was so much easier to say than to talk about your feelings.
"What the fuck was that the other day, walking that bitch to her classroom?" You changed topic, your head still flat on his chest. It was better to discuss these sensitive topics like this. You also hoped it will be easier for him to open up about what really bothered him.
"I wanted you to feel the same way I did when you went on fucking dates with Icyhot," he murmured, being afraid that he sounded stupid.
You were silent and immobile for a quick second.
"What dates?!" You suddenly raised your head to be able to look at him. Your voice clearly expressing that you were offended of the accusation, if not angry.
"The one in the library. Then in the common room. The one you had today," he listed, eyebrows frowning.
"So that was your problem all along," your mouth opened at the realization. Tonight... The past weeks. "First of all, those were not dates, you idiot!" You smacked his chest. "Second, you cannot pull shit like that, because I almost passed out from stress. I am stressed enough by default," you were referring to the girl he walked to her classroom and then Mina had to scoop you from the floor.
"Fucking Icyhot likes you more, than he should but you are too blind to notice it," he growled, trying to make his point.
Both of you sounded so frustrated.
"There is nothing between Todoroki and me. Never was. I-i... never invited him to my room like I did with you." You were not sure if you could convince him.
"Okay," he huffed, looking away, his fingers still crossed behind his head.
Sadly you were also too blind to see how deeply Bakugou himself has fallen for you. Which proved his point.
"You can live in denial as much as you want, but I don't want you to hangout with him alone," he said.
"He is my classmate and asked for tutoring," you were still trying to explain.
"Why wearing his clothes then?"
Your jaw dropped slightly. "I'm wearing yours now," you striked back. "But... Are you jealous?" you narrowed your eyes.
"Why the fuck would I be?" he snapped, face slightly turning pink. "It's just about... boundaries. And you can choose."
"What? Like between you and him?"
"Then choose between me and that bitch, because I'm not fucking you while you are courting other girls."
No, please don't. Please don't choose someone else over me again. This is what kept repeating in your head.
"You don't seem to take it seriously, but whatever you are doing together means more to him than you think... But I won't talk to her ever again, if you restrict your interaction with Todoroki."
Damn, you were derailing from the topic too much. And... Did he just give you an ultimatum?
"I told you already," his jaw flexed. "She came on her own. Brought back some of my stuffs I've never bothered to get back in the first place. She offered to start over. I refused. We argued a bit. End of story." He sounded annoyed and spent.
"Okay, chill... No need to be an ass with me," you murmured.
But then... You worried yourself to death about nothing. There were no other girls.
"I'm... not mad at you, but at the situation. Got it? She just fucks with me any way she can," he complained.
"What?" your expression froze as you listened to his grumbling.
"Figuratively only," he reassured you as he saw the dread on your face.
You let out a tired grunt while rolling onto your back. You stared at his ceiling, trying to put all of you've just heard together.
"Damn," you whispered. "I honestly don't think that Todoroki sees me more than a friend... but I will be more careful around him if that makes you feel at ease, okay?"
You glanced at him. He didn't reply but his features were more relaxed after you offered that. Deep down he was still so fucking scared to openly ask you out on a date. What if you didn't want that? At least you didn't say no so far to be friends with benefits.
"C'mere," he beckoned with his head, inviting you to lay back on his chest. Both of you considered that the end of the conversation.
As laying on him, you couldn't stop playing with the idea of dating him. Would it be wrong or right?
"Hey, Katsuki" you suddenly raised your head, whispering to him.
"Hm?" he reacted slowly, his eyes already closed, seemingly half-asleep.
"I need to test something," you looked into his slowly opening eyes which showed some confusion, not understanding what you exactly meant.
You moved upwards on the bed, put one hand on his cheek and gently kissed him. He felt a bit enervated, but he reciprocated. Not only that, but he took control of it. You kindly pulled back from the kiss, looking at him with adoration, though with slight worry before letting out a sigh.
"Okay," you nodded, concluding your statement, sharing it with him.
"Okay?" he asked for confirmation.
"Sleep already," he murmured tiredly, reaching out to turn off his nightdesk lamp, then put one arm around you. You slept in in no time, listening to his heartbeat.
But it wouldn't even be the two of you if you didn't wake up in the night experiencing existential crisis.
You opened your eyes, realizing where exactly you still were. You raised your head slowly, noticing that you even drooled over his chest. Glancing at the clock on his shelf, it was 3:24am.
You were not proud of this but you panicked. You silently got out of his bed, somehow not alarming him in the process. Then, you changed back into your uniform, leaving his shirt on his chair, folded.
You were so fucking ashamed, knowing that this will ruin the process you have reached tonight, but you were just not yet ready waking up next to him. So you sneaked out.
There was only one pathetic thing you could think of to compensate him for this.
Next time you offered a space to study for anyone, you made sure to do it in a public, open space like the common room. And you made it sure you wore the orange colored sweatshirt Katsuki offered to you during your first years. You still had that with you, never returning it and him never asking for it. It was an open message for him. You won't accept clothes from anybody else but him.
