“simp.” denki had called katsuki, sitting across from the blonde. “i never would’ve guessed-“
“the fuck?” he growled, clenching his jaw. “im not a simp.” he wasnt wrong, but he wasnt right, either. denki and him knew that. hell, everyone in the third years.
“you kind of are..” sero said, cleaning his reading glasses. “you did follow her around after a sudden switch up.” he chuckled, high fiving denki and scooting away when katsuki swung.
katsuki hated when people threw the truth in his face sometimes, especially when he didnt want to hear the truth he hated admitting. and that truth? he had a fucking crush on the pixie chick in his class. the one with the most beautiful, deep shade of melanin. the one whos pixie dust was like crack.
but whats even worse? he slept with you before making things official. it wasnt his intention, not really. he wanted to wait— but shit got hot and heavy quick. thinking about it made his cock thicken and leak. this shit was bad, because things could go wrong so quickly.
but what was the nail in the coffin? he would think that if he just got it out of his system, gaslighting himself into thinking that this was purely just lust, not true attraction and there was no future— but once he touched you, it was all over for you both.
“shit,” he had groaned, feeling your plush lips press against his jaw and lick. “damn , girl.” you giggled, which he thought would make his whole world go round. “keep goin’.”
there was no telling you twice, softly nipping and sucking and licking made his head spin and eyes roll back. he grinded his hips into yours, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. “need this cock, mm?” he mumbled in your ear, softly thrusting against you above the clothes you both wore.
it wasnt until he finally had sunken inside your delectable pussy, he froze. seeing your face when he filled you up in the most intimate way made him… weird. as if you purely just belong to him, as if it was supposed to be you and him. he rolled his hips, seeing your lips part and eyes roll back— this was it. it was over for the explosion murder god, dynamight.
he wanted to shrivel up and disappear but destroy everything when he embarrassed himself, by the next time he saw you, he fucking trailed you. was he a aspiring hero or a damn puppy that needed attention twenty four seven? you had even noticed, squeezing his arm and concerned etched in your face. “are.. you good, man?”
‘man?’ as if he wasnt balls deep inside you two night ago?
he scoffed and looked away, willing for the redness in his cheeks to just fucking go away. “im good, i needed to go that direction anyway.” he growled, he was having a bad habit of lying.
“mhm, okay bakugou.”you chuckled. “if you need me or somethin’ , open your mouth.” you rolled your eyes and turned away, to whatever god there was, katsuki still followed close.
he cursed at himself , wondering how the fuck you got to this point. him taking you down to his room. him having a night just fucking you rough but slow. him deciding he actually wants you, needs you, craves you—holy fuck, he had it bad for you. but when you brushed him off, pretended that you didnt sleep together and just… hung out? infront of everyone? he knew that it wasnt just something you told but.. you were just so cool about it? it somewhat made him question if he was the only one you were seeing.
he quickly scolded himself, even if you did see someone else, you werent dating eachother.
the words tasted like ash on his tongue.
he wanted to dead that shit, make sure everyone knew you were his to keep and would be his.
