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➤【 yandere katsuki bakugo x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, Katsuki Bakugo loves to torment one of his classmates for a very simple reason: he's obsessed with her
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➺ mature themes and language
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(Y/N) grinned as heat painted her cheeks, her phone raised discreetly as she stared at Katsuki through the lens. She had followed him to the movie theater that weekend, and while she fantasized it as a date between her and him within her mind, every time one of his friends spoke or barged in the way of her view of the boy, she ground her teeth together so hard they could've cracked.
Those idiotic things...
They don't deserve you, Katsuki...
They don't even deserve being able to breath the same air as you...
You're mine...
You're mine...
You're mine.
Pressing her hand against her neck where the bruise Katsuki left her with was, her stare cold and detached, she followed the group of boys into the actual viewing room and sat down in the very back, shadows covering her and blocking her from most people's sight. However, what was perfect about her seat was how she had obtained the perfect view to watch Katsuki.
Her ecstasy rose.
Barely paying attention to the movie that was playing, she only looked at Katsuki.
Her mind was consumed with him.
Day in, day out, it was the same.
She craved his existence like it was a drug, having to be satisfied with stalking him and taking photos of him whilst allowing herself to delve into fantasies that couldn't be reached. It was unhealthy, toxic, and straight up obsessive. But there was no around her to tell her such behavior was abnormal, and even if there were, she knew she wouldn't have listened to them anyway.
(Y/N) went rigid when he stood up, though.
Trying to relax her stiff muscles and keep her gaze glued to the screen as if she were watching the movie, she almost gasped when he instead sat right next to her.
She waited for him to say something.
Anything.
But he remained silent.
Then, "You really don't learn anything, isn't that right... (Y/N)? Because look at you now... running back to me wanting more."
She rubbed her legs together.
No matter how hard she tried to look remorseful, she couldn't, overcome with joy at his presence.
Katsuki ran a hand through his spiky blonde hair as a dark chuckle slipped past his lips, not even a second later reaching over and grabbing (Y/N)'s chin so her could force her to look at him. He stared at her for a moment, observing her face before his eyes dropped to her lips. Smirking, he kissed her roughly, sliding his tongue into her mouth even when she gasped at the surprising contact. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he kept her there, but it wasn't as if she wanted to pull away.
Instead, she deepened the kiss.
So focused on feeling their lips connect, (Y/B) almost released a loud moan when Katsuki dipped his hands into her pants, his fingers teasing her already wet clit due to how turned on she was. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her hand pressed to her mouth, she tried to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape.
"Hey, now..." Katsuki laughed as he inserted two fingers inside of her and began roughly thrusting. "Keep quiet or else people will notice just how much you're begging for me..."
"Y-Yes... Katsuki..." she moaned quietly, so far no one looking in their direction.
The theater wasn't crowded, anyway.
(Y/N) had never been more thankful, for she couldn't keep all her noises as quiet as she wanted to, Katsuki able to evoke all of her carnal desires out with just his fingers alone. And as she sat there, twitching, the pleasure of her high rolling over her in waves, Katsuki stood back up to return to his friends. But as he stared at his fingers coated in (Y/N)'s cum, he didn't hesitate to suck it all off.
