trust me

prologue

Sometimes, you never know how you truly feel about someone until your tested.
Me and Kacchan have never really gotten along, at this point I expect that. However I never expected me to feel how I feel now. It all began after I broke up with Keith. He had been cheating on me with a cheerleader. Someone I've been insecure about for a while now. She would flirt with him and I always doubted his intentions but he told me it was nothing.

I caught him red handed on our anniversary, shattered my heart. That was the begining. Everything that happened after was caused by alcohol. Like most mistakes are.

Denki had a birthday party and of course sero had brought weed and all kinds of alcohol. Mixing with a broken heart was bound to end with at least one regret. Only I didn't realize what we'd become.

I threw back shots just wanting the pain to stop. Wanting to forget. To forget Keith's name. His face. The memory of him erased completely. Then I saw him. The familiar blonde hair and red eyes. The usual smirk replaced with a look of concern. He'd clearly been drinking, the top three buttons of his shirt undone. He sauntered over to me exuding dominance. The aroma of his cologne was one I recognized, I would never tell him but it was my favorite. "Are you ok your drinking more than me, and you don't drink" he asked his deep voice low almost a command to answer him. "Why do you care, it's not like it's your problem Kacchan it never is." I told him with a snarky tone as he raised an eyebrow raised. His eyes darkened as he took the drink out of my hand. Grabbing the front of my shirt taking me to a quiet corner. Our of the attention of everyone in the room. I gulped hard as my eyes widened. I didn't trust him frankly he scared me. "Keith right...I saw that slut he brought here" he asked motioning with his eyes to where my ex and his new fling were groping each other on the couch. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I couldn't look away my heart shattering again. No matter how hard I tried to forget him I couldn't. Bakugou's expression changed as he showed something sensitive and vulnerable. Was he feeling empathy for me. I didn't have time to question the change of demeanor before I felt his lips on mine. I tried to push him away only for him to pin me to the wall. His strong grip more than I can handle. I felt my heart about to beat out of my chest as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I don't know when but I melted into his big calloused hands. Gripping his hair. His hands moving to my waist as he kissed my neck biting my ear "then let me help you forget....take it out on me deku. Use me for the night" he said his voice a low growl I couldn't resist.

The rest seemed to happen so fast. I'm not sure whose decision it was but we went to my dorm. It might have been his. He shoved me onto the bed. At this point I had some doubts about going further. I mean he was my bully, the bane of my existence. And I knew deep down inside that he was doing this because he was drunk just like I was. But I also knew I was doing it out of hurt. And I knew that was not a smart decision. I tried to object placing my hands on his chest when he took his shirt off and I was stunned. His body was absolutely amazing. Muscles and definition everywhere. Tattoos unsuccessfully hiding the scars I know his mother gave him, he never talks about it but he doesn't have to when we were.kids I saw how she was with him. I get hypnotized by the curves and flex of his muscles and run my hand down his arm tracing a burn scar when he grips my wrist. "Three rules, no touch, no feelings and don't talk about it with anyone" he said very matter of factly. Almost like this was a business transaction. The part of my brain that usually speaks reason went on a fucking vacation so all that came out of my mouth was "fuck me Kacchan, make the pain go away" he looked at me his eyes darkened with lust. I can imagine mine were filled with desperation and need.

He pinned my hands to the bed kissing my neck it was very easy to ignore the red alarms in my head. My friends still ask me how it is that I didn't come to my senses. The only answer I could give was maybe subconsciously I knew I liked him. But never could admit it to myself. When he entered me he wasn't gentle, wasn't kind. But oddly enough I didn't mind. His expert fingers played my body like a violin and I was his toy. To do with as he wished. Yet in that moment I didn't care. For once his brute force and roughness didn't scare me it enticed me. It wasn't long before I was at bing my back crying out for more. I desperately wanted to touch him, to feel the ripple of his muscles but he kept a firm grip on my wrist. I smirked feeling a bit cheeky as I bit his shoulder. I couldn't see but I swear he smirked as he went deeper inside me. "Oh you wanna play huh, don't worry deku I'll enhaust you plenty. When I'm done with you, your gonna be absolutely drained" the way he looked into my eyes I knew he meant it.

After we were done I'd like to say he stayed and we had a heart to heart and maybe found a common ground but we didn't. In fact he was right after he finished I was so exhausted I passed out almost immediately. But I heard him start getting dressed and I know he left. The next morning all that followed was confusion and shame. I also would love to say I learned my lesson but I didn't. And that's where this all began. Because as much as I hate to admit it I became addicted to him. He was like heroine and I became a junkie. He had done something to me and the smug bastard knew it. It's almost like I lost all control of myself. In fact by the end of this I don't even thing I recognized myself. But I'm getting too far ahead of myself.

The next morning I woke up in severe pain, alone in my bed. Bitemarks and bruises covering my skin. Maybe one part of me hoped he'd be there when I awoke but I knew he wouldn't. I slowly got out of bed getting in the shower sitting in the tub crying softly to myself. Hating what I'd done. Feeling like trash. But hating how I felt and how easy I surrendered myself to him.