The girl felt something warm and rough on her breast, realizing it was Katsuki's hands. They were warm, exactly what she needed in this coldness, so she didn't protest. She just stood there, feeling the new sensation coursing through her body
His hands were large and calloused, contrasting with the softness of her skin. As he squeezed gently, kneading her breast in his palm, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
The warmth of his touch seeped into her, melting away the coldness that had settled in her bones.
It was a new feeling for her, one she had never experienced before.
His fingers traced circles around her nipple,
Her inner voice whispered, reminding her that it was her bully, the one she hated. But in that moment, she was too intoxicated and broken to respond.
All she wanted was something to soothe the pain, something to make her forget everything that had happened.
The touch of Katsuki's hands on her body was like a balm to her wounded soul.
It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, desire and hatred, all swirling together in a chaotic storm of emotions
.She felt his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Despite hating him , she found herself arching into his touch, her body betraying her mind's protests.
His hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of her body as if he was trying to map out every curve and contour.His touch on her bare skin was intoxicating,
As he moved his hands upwards, cupping her breasts in his palms, she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
His thumbs brushed over her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
She was lost in the sensation, her mind fogged .
She couldn't think, couldn't protest, as he continued to explore her body with his hands.
Her inner voice screamed at her to stop, to push him away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
All she wanted was to drown in the pleasure, to forget everything else that existed outside of this moment.
she surrendered herself to the touch of her bully.
Katsuki forcefully removed his hands from her, averting his crimson eyes from her perky small titties. The sight was messing with his head, and he couldn't afford to lose control again.
he grabbed a wet cloth and wiped off the remaining dried blood from her skin.
Katsuki rummaged through his closet, his fingers grazing over the familiar fabrics until he found what he was looking for. Pulling out a fresh hoodie, he turned back to face her.
"Here," he said gruffly, holding out the hoodie to her.The girl stood there, her eyes unfocused and her body swaying slightly. She made no move to take the hoodie from him, so Katsuki stepped closer to her, the scent of her hair invading his senses.
Gently, he slid his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his as he brought the hoodie over her head.
His fingers brushed against her skin, and he couldn't help but notice the softness of her curves beneath the fabric.
"Raise your arms," he instructed his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging inside him.
She complied silently, lifting her arms as he pulled the hoodie down over her body.
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♤Masked girl × Her Bully♡🔞
Teen Fictiononly her miseries seemed to calm the monster within him, only her tears act as an ointment to his bruised ego ××× _📢DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO NON CONSENSUAL TOUCH , GRAPHIC DETAIL , GORE , BULLYING ,TORTURING 🔞 I REPEAT 🥁📢📢 ⚠️DO...
