𑣲 dumb blonde | mean!Katsuki x bratty!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖
a/n: hatefucking bcs im obsessed with it!! - kami °❀⋆.ೃ࿔
synopsis: fingering, p in v, degradation, sliiightt choking, slight overstim, hatefucking obvi!!
you and katsuki hated each other. you were pure enemies. every damn word that came from his mouth irritated you. the mention of his name irked you. sure, maybe he was strong… and hot… and… whatever.
the point is: you hate him and he hates you.
but then… how did you get here?
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katsuki had a firm grip on your neck, tight enough to have the edges of your vision blurring. his lips were locked with yours in a kiss. it was angry, passionate, and a fight for dominance. one that neither of you would back down from!
he bit down on your bottom lip like he was trying to convince himself that he still hated you. you hissed at the sting and pulled away, glaring into his hooded eyes. his stupid blonde eyebrows were furrowed like he was angry at himself for wanting this so bad—for wanting you so bad.
you crawled into his lap, your hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against the print in his sweatpants which made him instinctively groan. a smirk grew on your lips as you plopped your ass down onto his thigh.
“you’re pretty hard for someone who hates me,” you murmured, using his thigh for leverage and pushing yourself up just enough for your face to hover his. your eyes left his, locking onto his pretty pink lips. they made you wonder what else was pink.
“tch,” his hand left your hip. he shoved his hand down your shorts, two fingers swiping up your soaked cunt and making you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. “hypocrite,” he shot back.
his fingers immediately found your clit. he smirked at your shaky exhale.
god, you wished you could flip things over and get on top. you’d make a sly remark and watch as that dumb smirk was wiped clean off his face. you’d tear those dumb sweatpants off, position him between your thighs, and ride him till neither of you could think straight.
you didn’t think katsuki was a whimperer, but you’d sure as hell pull one out of him.
you’d keep going even after he came, overstimulating him until he knew he wasn’t the only one who could be an over-cocky motherfucker. he'd beg you to stop, pleading with his eyes because his mind was reeling far too quick for him to-
katsuki’s fingers curled inside of you meanly, pulling you back into the moment.
you gasped, mind reeling. he had that stupid cocky smirk on his lips. no matter how much you told yourself you hated it, it had you fluttering around his fingers.
“stop looking at me like that,” you grumbled, “you look stupid.”
“yeah? that’s not what this pussy’s telling me.” fuck, he was right. your juices gushed around his fingers. every movement of his fingers made you squirm.
“quit talking and just fuck me already!” you hissed.
katsuki pulled his fingers out of you. before you could protest or even question him, he laid you back onto the mattress before flipping you over onto your tummy. you scrambled to grab one of his pillows to rest your head on.
“m’gonna gonna fuck that bitchy little attitude outta you,” he growled, tugging both your shorts and panties off rudely and not even caring about the cute lacy panties you had worn just for him. "ass up," he commanded.
you obeyed 'reluctantly' and pushed your butt up.
“you’re pretty wet for someone who’s supposed to hate me.”
he used your statement from earlier against you. what a thief!
but he was right—you were obscenely wet, your folds glistening. some of your juices even dripped down your thigh as you sat there in anticipation.
he reached out, the pad of his finger trailing up your thigh. it followed the trail your slick had left all the way up to the crease of your thigh before smearing your juices all over your pussy. two of his fingers found your clit again. he pressed down and circled it, but just when you started to squirm, he pulled his hand away.
you expected him to come right back. when he didn’t, you groaned and looked over your shoulder.
katsuki had freed himself from both his sweatpants and his boxers. he looked right at your face, stroking his cock and using your slick as lube.
this was like a dream come true. he had spent too many nights alone, just him, a bottle of lotion, and the picture of you in his head.
fuck, he could probably cum right then and there.
“you pervert,” you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t look away. he looked so hot. his toned chest and abs were highlighted by the dim lighting in the room.
and just like you were wondering, his tip was a pretty pink, just a bit redder than his lips. he was big too. even in his much larger hands, his dick looked huge! where in the hell was going??
“you’re the one staring,” he smirked, finally lining himself up with your entrance.
he cut you off by thrusting his tip right into you and pulling a breathy whimper from you.
now you wish you hadn't rushed him. his cock was just too thick and too long! and with it being inside you, he was only getting harder.
“you- could’ve warned me at least,” you huffed. he was thankfully giving you a moment to adjust.
“I got tired of you running your fucking mouth,” he spat.
his hands rested on your hips, his thumbs tracing the curve of your waist. for a man who was usually rough, his touch was somewhat soft. but just when you started to relax, he shoved himself deeper, making your heart rate skyrocket once again. you bit down on the pillow to stifle the little whiney sounds you wanted to make.
when katsuki pulled back slowly, you felt every little vein on his cock drag along your slick walls. without warning, he slammed back in and stole all the breath from your lungs.
and then he pulled back out and did it all over again.
he picked up his pace, leaving you no time to catch your breath. you had to let your jaw fall slack just to breathe.
you couldn’t help the moans falling past your lips—biting on the pillow just wasn't working anymore!
“feels good, huh?” you could just hear the shit-eating grin on his face. you didn’t want him to be right.
one of his hands left your hip, coming up to grab the back of your neck. he pushed your face down harder into the pillow.
he thrust into you mean and hard just to shut you up. he bottomed out and was slamming into you now. each thrust was hiking you up closer and closer to the headboard. both of his hands tightened their grasps, not letting you run.
he had fantasized about this moment for months—taken too many cold showers after arguments with you to count—he wasn’t about to let you run away now.
“o-oh my god-” you hissed between your clenched teeth, listening to his balls slapping your cunt repeatedly. your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull so hard that you were seeing static. “yes katsuki! sh-shit! feels sooo good!”
“fuck yeah it does,” he smirked. his voice went so low and rough that it almost sounded like a growl. “bet thats why you’re such a stuck-up brat,” he spat, punctuating his words with a rude thrust, “no one’s ever fucked this pussy good enough, huh?"
you whined into the sheets, feeling the fat head of his cock bully that spongey spot inside of you. you wanted to say something—anything that would make that big head of his deflate—but the way he was pounding into you made too it hard to even think! every word you mumbled came out as some sort of moan.
"y’done being a little bitch?”
you mumbled incoherently into the sheets.
"what was that?" katsuki leaned into you, slowing his hips.
you pulled your face out of the pillow momentarily so that he could hear you clearly. "yes!!" you gasped. you were bucking backwards desperately. the last thing you needed was for him to slow down.
he chuckled low and gravely, “thought so.”
his hand came down to your abdomen, your body twitching under his feathery touch. he pressed down, thrusting hard just to feel himself inside of you.
“feel that?” he smirked, “that’s my dick you’re going stupid on.”
you just whine into the pillow, most of your responses being boiled down into pleasured sounds.
then, you felt his hand snake down between your thighs. you gasped as his fingers found your sensitive clit. he circled it with two fingers, his touch making you squirm.
"katsuki!~ s'too much!" you gasped, reeling from the stimulation.
but your body contradicted your words. you were desperately meeting his hips halfway with each of his thrusts. you could feel your climax creeping closer and closer.
katsuki scoffed, "too much?" he repeated through clenched teeth as he thrust back in, "its not too much. bet you can't get enough of this, huh?"
he was right, you couldn’t.
it only took a couple more thrusts and a flick or two on your sensitive clit for that tight knot in your stomach to threaten to snap.
"nngh! katsuki~ im close!" you cried.
he groaned, "yeah? y'gonna cum all over my cock?"
"yes~!" your voice broke into a raw moan. your pussy clenched around his cock and you came hard, feeling the wave of pleasure rush through you from your head to your toes and back up again.
he fucked you through it, listening to your sweet mewls of pleasure and your cries for him not to stop. you were a boneless mess, unable to keep yourself up anymore. your legs gave out. katsuki only hunched over you and pounded you into the mattress.
"fuck-" his hips stuttered. he thrust into you meanly, chasing his own orgasm now. both your pretty whimpers and fluttering walls brought him right to the edge.
he pulled out, groaning deeply as he spilled himself all over your back. and then, him being the asshole that he was, he chose to lay right on top of you.
the two of you laid there, listening to each other’s labored breathing. you quietly basked in the warmth from his body.
he wasn’t that bad when he just shut up. you couldn’t let him get too comfortable though.
"you're crushing me," you grumbled.
“don’t care,” katsuki wrapped his strong arms around your waist, putting more of his body weight onto you.
𑣲 yeah, you totally still hated him. but... that didn't stop you from having him over a couple more times that week!
