Yandere Marinette x Bakugou

Claiming What's Mine

"And you stay away... from Bakugou Senpai," I threatened the trembling girl before me.

"B-But—" she stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

"No buts. Or I'll... kill... you," I hissed, my glare piercing through her defences. She let out a choked sob and ran off, tears streaming down her face.

I smirked, satisfaction bubbling inside me as I walked out of the empty classroom. In my haste, I bumped into someone in the hallway.

"Watch it—oh! Bakugou Senpai!" I exclaimed, my mood instantly lifting as I hugged him tightly. He chuckled and hugged me back, his strong arms encircling me.

"Hey, Blue. What were you doing in there?" he questioned, his curiosity evident.

"Nothing much. But it's empty~" I teased, my voice taking on a seductive edge.

"Uh—" he began, but I cut him off, pulling him toward the empty classroom. A blush spread across his cheeks as he realized my intentions.

"Cl-class—" he tried to protest.

"We have time," I smiled mischievously, pushing him against the now-closed door.

"Mar—MMPH!" His protest was cut off as I kissed him roughly, my hands tangling in his ash-blond hair.

"Marinette! Space, remember?!" he managed to gasp when we broke apart for air.

"Not now," I murmured, pressing my lips to his again. I sucked on his lower lip, eliciting a light moan from him.

I pulled him towards a chair and pushed him onto it so I could reach his lips better. He blushed, his usual confidence replaced by a shy, uncertain demeanour.

"Marinette," he whispered, his voice trembling as I straddled his lap, my knees on either side of his hips.

I breathed, my lips hovering just above his. "I want you, Senpai."

I kissed him again, more passionately this time. His hands found their way to my waist, gripping me tightly as if afraid to let go. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

His breath hitched when I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth. He whimpered softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.

"Who's a good boy?" I teased, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I—" he started, but his words were lost in another moan as I kissed him again, more forcefully. His hands tightened their grip on my waist, pulling me closer.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his blush spreading down his neck. He was beautiful like this, vulnerable and completely mine. I pulled back to look at him, his red eyes half-lidded and filled with a mix of confusion and desire.

"Do you like this, Senpai?" I asked, my voice sweet and teasing, grinding lightly. 

"Y-yeah," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I do."

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection and possessiveness. "Good," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. "Because there's more where that came from."

Our lips met once more, and this time, he kissed me back with a newfound fervour. His hands moved from my waist to my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel his heart beating wildly, mirroring my own.

I broke the kiss, panting slightly as I rested my forehead against his. "You're mine, Bakugou Senpai," I whispered, my voice filled with determination. "And I'll do anything to keep you."