Some days there were things and people who couldn't possibly bother you even if they tried. It was like you were in a bubble high above the sky where not even Mineta commenting on your body could vex you.
But on other days, (these days were more common.) things seemed to be magnetized by a 1000% and every movement, every word just drove you mad. And of course, today was one of those days.
Most people seemed delirious as to which days were which, but one person caught on to your bad days early in the year, and it was the worst person possible.
Katsuki Bakugo. He just loved to push your buttons and anyone else's who bothered him at one point.
That's why when you walked into class and sat down, he immediately knew what he wanted to do to you. Only this time he had more of a plan for his schemes.
"Y/N, you're early," he said calmly, his voice coming from directly behind you. You turned around and looked at him, noting his smirk and his eyes diligently scanning his textbook.
"So are you," you replied in a similar calm manner. How does he know when it's one of those days? How is that even possible? I haven't said anything about anything!
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something?" He mused.
"Nope. What makes you think that?" You scoffed at his remark.
"Your hair isn't straightened like normal, and your collar is half sticking up," he said, pointing his pencil at your different tells. You blushed slightly and turned back around to look at your phone. You fixed your collar, hoping he wouldn't see.
"How would you even know? You a stalker or something?"
He made a 'tch' sound and you could practically see his eyes roll. "Whatever, nerd."
"So that's not a no? Great, I've got a stalker on top of everything else," you sighed, trying not to let your mind go to dark places.
"So you are having a bad day, huh Y/N?"
"Still not a no. You're really starting to worry me Katsuki," you retorted. You heard Bakugo's chair scrape against the ground as he quickly stood up. He came to the front of your desk and placed his hands on either side of you.
He leaned his face in close, inches from yours, and said, "Watch yourself F/N L/N. You're starting to piss me off."
You leaned your face closer and narrowed your eyes. "I'm not scared of you Bakugo. Now back off. You're messing up my homework," you growled. He gave you one last dirty look before standing up and returning to his desk. He didn't talk to you for the rest of the class, nor did you talk to him. You did, however, hear him mumbling to himself several times, which you aptly ignored.
Class went by quickly, thanks to the fact that Aizawa was brief about his lessons that day. He dismissed your class to go to the weight room and work on your strength. You sighed and stood up to go change in the locker room. You changed into your gym clothes at an agonizing pace, trying to avoid the full length of your weights session.
You had always hated weights, especially since you had Bakugo criticizing every move you made. If you didn't lift at least your own body weight while squatting, he would glare at you and make you blush. You half-hated him and half-liked him. You knew he had his moments when he was aggressive and rude, but on the rare occasion he made you feel special and happy. But those were rare. You would never admit it to him in a million years, but you had a tiny, tiny crush on him. And that's all that you would admit to yourself. You never wanted to explore your feelings for him because that would only lead to awkward moments and unreciprocated feelings. To you, it wasn't worth it.
As you trudged your destination you heard a crash distantly down the hallway. You decided to go and check it out. Missing a couple minutes of weights won't be the end of the world.
You quietly stalked down the hallway, quickly running on your toes. You tracked down where the sound was coming from, and found out that it was coming from the boys locker room. You sighed and kept walking, choosing to ignore the sound. It was probably only someone getting dressed anyway. But as you were walking, you heard another noise. But this time it sounded like someone talking.
"Y/N. Get over here," a guy said, beckoning you towards the boys locker room. That really sounds like Bakugo...
You looked over and saw Bakugo peeking through the door, opening it further so you could see him fully. "What do you want? We're both late so don't make me even more tardy," you hissed.
"Shut up, you know Aizawa's sleeping anyway. He probably doesn't even notice we're gone. And just come here, dammit." He grabbed your collar and dragged you into the locker room. You stumbled in and nearly punched him in the face as he pinned you to the wall close to the door.
"What, gonna steal my lunch money?" You seethed, starting to feel very nervous now. His face was inches from yours. Your face was dusted with a pink hue, thinking of how easy it would be to kiss him right now.
"You're funny, Y/N. You know you're really transparent. I can see how you look at me."
"How I look at you? What's your problem, Katsuki? Just let me go," you retorted. He was starting to figure you out and it made you incredibly anxious. Why was he telling you this? What did he have to gain?
"What if I told you I look at you in the same way? I'm just a hell of a lot better at doing it secretly," he admitted. You blushed deeper then, glancing around the room. You looked everywhere but at his burning eyes.
"What do you mean?" You squeaked.
"I mean I want you," he growled. You didn't dare talk now, you weren't even able to. What?
"I-I, uh, m-m," you stuttered, unable to form words. He smirked at your reaction, knowing that his deduction was right.
"So I'm not wrong? Great. This would have been awkward if I was," he whispered. You chuckled a little, admitting to yourself that he was right.
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I didn't wanna tell you," you whispered back.
"Well," he started, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Do you want this?"
"Now? At school? Isn't that bad?"
"That's the fun part."
"Okay...Yes," you permitted. He smirked and pulled you in closer.
He brought his lips up to your ear, running his teeth along the edge. "If we're gonna do this, then you're gonna have to stay silent," he growled into your ear. Shivers ran up and down your spine as you silently nodded your head in agreement. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you raunchily, using his tongue against yours sparingly. His hand ran down your back and rested on your ass, squeezing it and pulling you closer.
You repressed a moan as his mouth crept down to your neck, leaving purple marks all along your skin. "Take off your shirt," he commanded silently. You complied and took it off, leaving you in your sports bra. He did the same, exposing his muscular frame. He started to kiss lower and lower, finally reaching your breasts. Your hand ran up and down his abs, caressing each divot and muscle he owned. He slid down the strap of your bra on one side and sucked and licked on your pert nipple.
You let quick and soft moans out, trying your very best to block off your vocal cords from what was happening. Your pussy was now aching for attention, but Bakugo liked seeing you squirm too much to indulge himself just yet. He endlessly teased you by rubbing your clit through your shorts for a brief moment, then stopping once you moaned even the tiniest bit. "I told you to be quiet," he growled.
"I-I'm trying. It just feels good," you apologized. He smirked and picked you up, walking over to a table placed in the corner of the cold room. He set you down on your back so he could see all of the facial expressions you made. He pulled down your shorts to reveal your wet heat, waiting for him to touch it. He rubbed your clit agonizingly slow, watching your face contort with pleasure.
"Don't tease me, please," you begged. He took his hand off of you and leaned down to kiss you again.
"Say it. Say you want it."
"Please fuck me Bakugo," you squeaked nervously. He smiled slightly at your consent, and started pulling his shorts down a little. He pulled out his member, now hard from seeing you in this tempting condition. Without warning, he pushed himself into you roughly. You let out a moan that was much too loud, and he quickly slapped his hand over your mouth.
"Keep quiet," he demanded. You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut as he removed his hand and started thrusting. You bit your bottom lip and prevented yourself from making noise to the best of your ability. "You're fucking tight," he growled. He placed his hand on your stomach, the other on your hip.
He started slowly, but that pace wasn't enough for him nor you. He promptly quickened his thrusting, sending you to new heights. He let out nearly silent grunts, too quiet to even echo in the locker room. The only sound was your skin slapping against his. His size was far bigger than you were used to, but he never let you adjust. He bucked his hips faster and faster, not allowing any time for you to process what was going on.
The pleasure was far too much for you, it was more than you had ever experienced. You opened your eyes and saw that he had broken a sweat. His skin glistened and he pushed back some of his hair to reveal his forehead. You blushed at how cute he was, before being brought back down to reality by an immense pleasure. "Aahh, fuck Bakugo," you moaned. He found your g-spot and was now targeting it with every motion he made. You brought your hand up to your mouth and bit your thumb so you wouldn't make any more sounds. It was getting very hard though, because you were close to orgasming. A knot grew in your stomach as his thrust grew faster and more sloppy.
"Come for me," he growled deeply. You nodded and let it all go, the knot unraveling and leaving you with nothing but pleasure. You moaned uncontrollably, but that was muffled by Bakugo's hand once again. Once you had finally orgasmed, he allowed himself to finish as well. He pulled out and came all over your stomach, breathing heavily while doing so. His cheeks were dusted pink and his hair looked messy. His lips met yours, and he ended your passionate moment with a kiss. He grabbed you his towel and cleaned you off, before putting on his own clothes and leaving you to put on yours.
You never showed up to weights, because it was over before you had even gotten there. So you went home and thought all about Bakugo.
When it came time to go back to school the next day, you felt nervous jitters up and down your spine. You gave yourself a mental pep talk before you opened the door and walked into class. You had all sorts of purple marks on your neck, which you had lazily covered with foundation. Your eyes met Bakugo's as you set your bag down on the floor next to your bag. He smiled at you deviously, admiring the work he did to your neck. You gathered suspicious glances from your classmates, which made you worry.
"You didn't go and tell people did you?" You hissed at him quietly.
"Oh please, a real man doesn't kiss and tell," he sighed, unamused. You sat down and tried not to think about the events of the day before. I hope next time that happens it's not at school.
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Hey y'all, thank you so much for reading! I've set up a lot of new chapters for the upcoming months, so stay tuned.
I hoped you liked this chapter, because it was fun to write. Anyways, thanks for reading, and please leave suggestions!
-Liv💙
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