This Is The Hardest Thing - 5
NSFW, 18+
AN: Okay, let me try this again. I deleted the previous version because it was not... right. Enjoy! bakugou x reader smut
Warnings: degradation, dub/noncon, swearing, unprotected sex
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CHAPTER 5
Katsuki grumbled as he ate his lunch, thinking of you, of your eyes. There was something that changed in them the second your palm touched the door. Your pupils dilated even though it was bright inside, lips slightly parted, breath shallow. He saw it, the way your entire being vibrated, and it confused the shit out of him. Youâre a hard one to figure out and he hated it. His chopsticks stabbed at the plate, clinking noises echoed in the silent room.
He hated losing. He hated change. He hated the fact that he was stuck inside for a full day, and he hated you. His hands scrubbed his plate clean, trying to rid his mind of emotions, rinsing off his feelings as the plate dipped underneath the running water. It wasnât true, though. He doesnât hate you, and his head shook as he reprimanded himself.
Stop lying, dumbass.
Towel drying the plate, he remembered the feeling of your hair tickling his knuckles. It was so soft. He had kicked your seat to control those urges of trailing his fingers through it, wrapping his hands around the ponytail, pulling it. Then he thought of the first time you fought him, breathing heavily, panting as you circled each other. That look of pure glee and adrenaline as you stared him down, predator vs predator.
Thatâs it, thatâs what was in her eyes. He sighed when the plate was packed away.
Rage, adrenaline, glee⌠lust. However, it was not the kind of lust he was used to seeing, sometimes directed at him. This lust was for something specific, which he couldnât recognize. He knew that nagging feeling of needing release, but thatâs not what you wanted. You wanted to consume. It made the hair on the back of his neck, forearms, and shins stand on end. That look.
His thoughts were still on you when you walked down the stairs and into the main hall, still in your school uniform like him. The sight of your slight smile further enraged him. He had no idea what you could be smiling about, and he wanted to know. Instead his words came out harsher than he intended.
âWhat are you so happy about?â His voice was gravel crunching beneath boots. Rough and addictive, painful when you fall against them. The frown that took over your face almost made him do a double-take, your eyes narrowed the second they saw him.
âNone of your business.â You replied, and it was true. Shinsou and you had just briefly spoken across your balconies before he went back for lunch. The kittenâs name was Kit-kat and you promised not to tell anyone. The mental image of the kitten clawing its way up his white, uniform shirt made you smile again.
âWell, knock it off. Here.â He pushed a bowl of rice and chicken cutlets across the dining table, now cold. âEat this while I get the cleaning supplies.â He ignored the raised eyebrows, turning around.
âBakugou, thatâs almost kind of you.â He scoffed at the skepticism.
âI donât need to deal with you fainting and leaving me with all the fucking work,â he mumbled, pulling out equipment from the storage closet in the corner of the living room.
This mightâve been a record for Bakugou. Neither of you was at each other's throats yet, which made you hold your tongue, digging into the slightly cold meal, wondering if he cooked it himself.
Itâd been two hours and you wished you wore shoes. From time to time, you found yourself reaching out to him involuntarily, either to feel vibrations through the soles of your feet, or with your fingertips passing by him, but not touching. The waves you felt earlier were no longer there, but traces of it were,always right on the surface. And God, did you want to feel it again.
You were both in the laundry room at this point. You mopped the floor while he dried it. When a step backward kicked over the bucket onto the newly clean floor, the dam burst. It poured off his body in waves through his bare feet, into the tiled floor, and up your soles. The fuse he seemed to keep at a simmer exploded as he jumped up, lifting the edges of his baggy pants and swearing. You were frozen, unable to move. The high frequency at which his body began to vibrate caught you off-guard.
âNo, donât touââ, the words caught in your throat as he walked, reaching out to push you to the side. He did, and it was as though the air itself was made of Bakugou. Your body moved before you realized what happened and your fingertips wrapped around his wrist.
Katsuki saw it happen as if in slow motion. The way your pupils dilated and the goosebumps prickled under his palm. The look returned. His heartbeat stilled as your head whipped to stare at him. Your grip was strong, holding his sweaty palm in place, the water around his feet forgotten, already draining out into a hole in the corner somewhere in the room.
Your breaths were shallow as you kept his gaze, Katsuki was too shocked to move when your hand traveled up his forearm, over his bicep and shoulders. It was almost as if you were not in control of your own body when it wrapped around the back of his neck and forced his head down to your level. There was something in him that couldnât look away from the predatory gleam in your eyes. As confusion replaced his anger, you could feel the vibrations begin to die down, too fast, too soon. His hand dropped from your shoulder.
âWhat the fuckâs wrong with you?â he whispered, entranced by the swirling emotions in your eyes. The rational part of your mind was losing the battle as it began to cloud over.
âTouch me.â A demand by your body. The waves began to pick up again, different than before but just as intense.
âDonât tell me whaââ He was cut off when he felt something begin to course through his body, originating from your palm. A moan escaped his lips, his head fell backward.
What was this feeling? There were oscillating waves, traveling down his arms, into his hands, which lifted and grabbed your waist. He felt the shiver wrack through your body the instant his palms touched you, over your shirt, the last barrier. He had no control over his movements, almost floating above his body as he witnessed himself pull you close, against his chest.
âNot enough.â The words were muttered against his chest, and his hands followed unheard instructions as they began to unbutton the front of your shirt.
Why couldnât he stop himself? His fingertips grazed your skin as they moved under the fabric, around your sides and splayed open on your back. He thought he would collapse under the pressure coming from his neck and flowing into your body. You were all-consuming, absorbing everything he had. It was a closed circuit, a switch turned on, that touch.
It was when your hands brought his head further down, did he realize what was happening. The tsunami that he felt brewing inside himself crashed onto the shore of your lips and nothing else mattered. All he could do was feel the immense power flowing through his atoms, creating nuclear fission, multiple explosions going off all at once.
I donât want this. Your tongue darted out, a gentle touch against his bottom lip as if asking for permission, although he had no power to resist. Katsuki couldnât breathe when your tongues danced together, circling each other before you sucked on it. When you panted a hushed âmoreâ, he was ashamed of the moans that echoed in the room. Both your hands were on his shoulders to steady yourself when he picked you up and placed you atop of the washing machine. Lips still against each other, his shirt fell off his shoulders, onto the damp floor with just a touch. He was standing between your open legs now, a growing erection pressing against your inner thighs. He felt his hands wander over your chest, cupped your breasts out of the bra, rolling and pinching your hard nipples.
The need to have him was too much for you. Your mind clouded in a thick fog and his hands were your guiding light. You couldnât see without his touch, he couldnât see with yours. You whimpered when his calloused hands left your body only to moan as they stroked up your thighs and under your skirt. When they reached the hem of your underwear, toying with the fabric, it was bliss on a knifeâs edge.
At the bristle against your damp core, electricity shot through you, parting the sea of mist. You were clear-headed, pulling your face away from his, but only for a second. The needy whine that escaped from Bakugouâs lips made your eyes cloud over. Lust for power overcame you, and you no longer held back. Your hands explored his body as his fingers stroked languid lines along your slit. One hand gripped his hair, blonde tufts poking out between your fingers as you pulled his head down, against your neck. He sucked and licked the salty skin, each taste making him thirstier, harder. Your other hand began to undo the button of his pants. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill. He was frustrated and angry at not being able to move at his own volition, not feel you on his terms.
The emotion hit you like a tonne of bricks, making your toes curl and back arch as his fingers crept underneath the fabric and played with your wetness. A thumb circled your clit, your moans a whip that spurred on his movements. Your fingers dragged against his upper back, red lines raised on his skin as you marked him, before you grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, pants dropping down so he was left in his underwear. His body and actions were yours, hands trapped between your bodies.
The control mustâve slipped as you got lost in the friction, like the sweat rolling off his palms and against your skin. Katsukiâs mouth started to falter against your skin, but when his finger slipped between your folds, he saw nothing but stars. The breath knocked out of him, forehead on your shoulder with your palms pressed flat against his back, wanting to absorb everything into your body. You turned your head to smell his hairâsweat and shampooâand sucked on his earlobe.
His thick finger pumped in you, your whine against his skin made him hyperventilate. He couldnât believe what was happening, but he didnât want to stop. Not anymore.
âFuck, Bakugou.â Your lips moved, finding his name through the fog, calling out to him.
A part of you sensed the shift; the vibrating waves changed tempo instantly underneath your grasp. Without your bidding, he slipped in a second finger. They massaged your walls with precision, exactly the way you wanted it. The stretch was new, his fingers thick and delicious as they curled up and into your g-spot. The movement shocked you, woke you up, and your palms flew to his chest as if to push him away.
Not again, the thought danced around your head as the hand that gripped your thigh reached up to grab your waist, then your bicep, and ended on the back of your neck, fisting your hair. The feeling of lust so different from anger, yet equally as potent. With it came a new sense of longing. He was no longer oscillating but rather swirling under your touch, like a tornado, each cell spiraled and made you dizzy.
You couldnât think of anything, only feel the tightening coil in your belly. Your hands moved up as you clung onto his neck. His eyes were open now, just as hazy as your own. When you began to rhythmically pulse around his fingers, he quickened the pace. Your hands dropped to the cool metal of the washing machine beneath you, keeping you upright along with the hand on your neck. A pained growl erupted from Bakugou at the loss of contact.
âTouch me,â he panted your words from earlier. He couldnât see straight and when your palms left his body, he felt cold and empty, the only warmth between your legs and on his hand.
There was something in his face that made you believe that he might crumple to the floor without your hold. You knew not to continue, that this wasnât him, but you couldnât help yourself. You were close to orgasm, the willpower to stop too far out of reach. Your hand reached to palm his erection, tugging down the waistband. His cock sprung free, joining the tangle of limbs between your legs. Unlike his palms, where there was rage, his groin seemed to be the epicenter of lust and when your fingers closed around his girth, you screamed as you teetered over the edge.
The coil in you snapped as stars danced in your vision, flashes of white and black and the red of his eyes. The sounds of the ocean crashed around you. He kissed you again, mouths clashing as teeth bumped and tongues intertwined. All too quickly, his fingers left your sopping core to grip your thigh, right thumb hooked over your underwear to keep it pulled to the side, he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. Your sensitive cunt tensed as he pushed in and he hissed through his teeth, warm air blowing against your lips.
It was what you were looking for, and more. Finally, you felt it inside you, pulsating and swirling outwards through your core and into your body and limbs, flowing right back out of your palms. You swore the contraption beneath you shook with the same energy, vibrating beneath your fingertips. The hand that was wrapped around his cock had moved to his Adonis belt, palm pressing down hard as Bakugou began sharp thrusts into you.
You fell backward with a moan, eyes rolled up and into your skull at feeling so full. You relied on the hand supporting your head to keep you upright, his forearm against your back. The way his hips snapped against you was sure to leave bruises against your inner thighs, hip bones hitting the same spot over and over again. You were being wound up, a second time, with more vigor, as the machine beneath you rocked in time with his thrusts. His hand pulled at your hair, tugging your head back and your eyes flew open to find his, clear as day.
Katsuki was finally in control of himself. It happened when your hands first left his body and fell to the equipment he was fucking you on. It was torture for him to feel you beneath his hands but not be the ones to control them. Heâd never felt such longing before, already accustomed to the intense waves of energy flowing through his body and feeling empty when the connection cut off. Now, he would pleasure himself the way he wanted to. With his right hand still on your thigh, he lowered the left one that supported you until you laid flat, palm spread over your chest, latching onto a breast as he pounded into you.
âDonât let go,â he grunted in time with his thrusts, venom seeping into his voice. His eyes narrowed as they glanced down at the point where your bodies joined. That jaw of his clenched again and you brought your ankles together behind his back to pull him in deeper. He moaned when you brought your palms up and gripped the arm pinning you, the circular connection established once more.
âFuck,â Katsuki breathed, thrusts becoming sloppier, âYouâre such a slut, arenât you? So needy, couldnât fucking wait to feel me inside you.â His degrading tone alone had your heart beating out of your chest, shame welled up inside you.
When he felt the way your cunt clenched around his length, he could tell you were close once more. He leaned forward, a hand traveled up and wrapped around your throat. It pressed on your veins, your head swam with the limited blood supply. Your hands went to his shoulder, then chest, palms flat once more as you felt the full force of his vibrations; rage and lust combined. He groaned the second he felt it, in sync with you. His breath fanned against your cheeks as he grunted into your ear.
âIâm not even wearing a condom. I bet you thought about that. You wanted to feel all of me, didnât you?â There you were, falling against the gravel that was his voice. âUngh, fuck, answer me.â The hand that was holding your thigh dug into your flesh, bruising, and the waistband of your underwear bit into your skin at the tug.
He could see the hesitation in your throat; you were unsure of the answer yourself at this point, so he ignored it as he chased after his release, letting go of your underwear and grinding a thumb down on your clit instead. He watched your back arch up in response as you clamped down around him. The sight of you so helpless in his grasp pushed him that much further over the edge, reminded of how heâd felt moments before.
Too soon, before your orgasm crashed around you, Bakugou pulled out and you felt warm, sticky cum spread underneath your skirt, onto your thighs and the bend of your groin. Just as sudden, the vibrations died down and you fell limp. Your hands dropped from his chest and open, knuckles hitting the machine next to you. Your ankles unclasped and lowered down. You felt the cum drip, between your ass and the smooth metal of the washing machine. You felt like curling up inside yourself. The hand around your throat went slack, before it inched upwards and gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.
âYou didnât orgasm just now, did you?â he asked. You shook your head no. A smirk lifted one side of his mouth, but the amusement didnât reflect in his eyes. âGood, you shouldnât get to.â He pushed himself away, clicking his tongue as he tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his sopping wet pants. He bent over to pick up the forgotten, spilled bucket and his shirt, but when he stood back up, both slipped out of his grasp, clattering to the floor. Shock plastered across his face as he looked around the room. His head whipped around to look at you.
âWhat the fuck is your quirk?â
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