❦ CHAOS | k. bakugou x reader (fanfic ver.)

'19.0 - BETTER A MONSTER.

| CHAPTER NINETEEN |

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you used to pray to the
gods that never answered.

little did you know,
the devil delivered
before you even had to ask.

suddenly, being a sinner
didn't sound so bad.

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"SCRAM." was all bakugou said to warn the others before snaking an arm under your knees and holding your waist with the other to lift you up and walk over to your tent.

it was the first time he'd walked in with you. he normally opted to stand watch outside, his protective side winning over the exhaustion of the trip.

he laid you on your back before crawling over your body "i can't stand another minute of this."

"another minute of what?" you asked with feign innocent while bringing a hand up to caress the back of his neck. you moved your fingers further up into his hair and gave it a small but hard tug.

he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as he leaned his head back into your hand. "i can't take another minute of not touching you. i want to feel you outside and inside and all over me. and i never want it to stop."

"i mean you'd have to take a break at some point." you teased and placed a kiss right under his jaw, at the spot you knew would make him go wild.

"there will be no breaks. only resuming what we started out there." he growled and you managed to see a flash of his predatory blood red eyes before he attacked your throat like a starving carnivore.

kisses and nibbles and bites.

fingers and lips and tongues.

moans and pants and heavy breaths.

you were engulfed in the heady feeling of him. all your nerves were alert, standing on end. they were familiar with his touch and all it did to you. and the expectation of what was yet to come had you squirming with excitement.

as much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed these salacious ministrations just as much as him. maybe even more.

all your life, no one had ever kissed you quite the way he did. like you were the only sustenance he needed to survive and he was a famished mess.

no one had ever touched you like he did. like the smallest contact burned his skin yet he couldn't stop going in for more, reveling in the heat and tingling sensation of the fire igniting across his body.

no one had pushed you over the edge like he did. like you were his salvation and punishment wrapped in tantalizing flesh only for him to sin and atone in a never-ending cycle.

"oh gods, katsuki!" you screamed.

he leaned in closer to your ear and lowered his already deep voice "there are no gods here, sweetheart. only the big bad devil with red pointy horns making you feel so guiltily good."

that was all it took for your body to shake uncontrollably as the knot in your stomach snapped into waves of pleasure, crashing against you over and over and over again.

once you came down from the high, you couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said.

guiltily good.

you searched deep in your chest and all the way to the back of you brain, yet you couldn't find a shred of guilt. not an ounce of shame or remorse either.

you were done with denying yourself of what you wanted. tired of playing by the rules of those adamant to kick you down until you became small enough for them to step on.

for years you'd bent your head and counted your toes, too scared to look up, worried even your gaze might offend them.

for years you'd hid your body under the layers of silky robes and hated your curves because they called them tempting, that you were asking for it.

for years you'd swallowed your words and stayed quiet to not upset them, better to be invisible than the target of their hate.

as you laid your head on bakugou's heaving chest, catching your breath, you decided you were done with all that.

you'd been done with them for a while now but now you finally admitted it. made a promise to yourself too.

you promised to keep your head high, to never hide your body or who you were, and to always speak up, voice your thoughts, and defend yourself and others.

"fuck them." you finally said out loud.

bakugou turned his head down to look you in the eyes and raised a brow "did i not give it to you well enough?"

you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small upward tug on the sides of your lips.

he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead in a long gentle kiss "who's on the end of your wrath now?"

"all those asshole angels and gods."

bakugou's expression turned serious as he brought two fingers up and tilted your chin towards him "you know they'd call you a monster? you'd be the bad guy. the fallen."

you held his eyes when you repeated what he'd told you on one of those first days you'd arrived in hell "better a monster than an arrogant god."

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in case you ever foolishly forget:
i am never not thinking of you