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My little S(lut)ecret
“Ugh! Ei!”
The dynamic tone. He knew it well. For years he studied her voice, her reactions.
That tone meant she was annoyed, unable to deal with the intense emotions coursing through her. Legs slapped furiously at the armrest on their couch as she laid just out of his sight.
“What is it, babe?”
Mina looked up from her phone, eyebrows dipped like an angry set of wheels into a pothole.
“She’s doing it again, that cock tease.”
Her phone flipped and blared its blue light at him. The laugh was escaping; he couldn’t help it.
“Hunny, you don’t have a cock.”
“You know what I mean!”
In fact, he did.
Ochako had a new boy in her bed. The stories she told Mina were their new foreplay, revving his fiancé up to the melting point. Eijiro’s balls had never been so empty.
He needed to thank this faceless dude.
“Look!”
Perched up on the back of the couch, her face was now twisted in a way that made his cock throb.
“Mina…”
“Look! You need to see this one. There’s got to be something!”
Her outstretched hand started to shake her determination, keeping it in place for now.
The Instagram account of Uravity, one of the biggest in the hero business, had become a buzz of investigating mania over the past few weeks. Each new post, black and white with a dash of filter with a high contrast layer, only added to the hysteria.
No one knew who this guy was. But the entire female population of Japan was determined to figure him out.
Hands reached out for the pink phone with a sticker of his official Red Riot frame slowly disintegrating on the back.
“It’s going to be the same as the last o-“
Fuck.
“Ei…”
There’s no way. He was still in Russia.
On some self-discovery doubling as a suicide mission to get over his ex.
It just couldn’t be.
“EI!”
Another tone he knew well snapped him back to reality.
“Mina, that cigarette, the brand — I know who smokes them. But it can’t be. He’s in Russia.”
“No way! Ei!”
Her squeal grabbed his eardrums, like they were forcing him to listen to nails on a chalkboard.
“Aah, shit!”
He threw her phone on the counter as she stomped over to him.
“Katsuki-fucking-Bakugou came back from Russia weeks ago!”
The drop his stomach made was roller-coaster worthy.
“How do you know that?”
How did he not know that?
“Don’t tell him! But I accidentally saw his transfer papers in HR’s pigeon-hole. He got back last month. It’s been under wraps for some big event.”
He felt his face morph. It seemed she too knew him like the back of her hand.
“Don’t look at me like that, Kirishima! I signed away my right to tell you!”
That name only came out when she wanted him to stop pressing.
“You were caught snooping, weren’t you?”
“Don’t change the subject! Your best friend is fucking my best friend!”
It was vibrating and sounding out that infuriating shrill of a noise. Her phone was like a fucking market on a Sunday morning.
Pretentious and annoying.
But fuck, the chick couldn’t be perfect.
All through their high school years, during the war, he had her on a pedestal. The most stupid fucking thing you can do to a chick who is pinning after your rival.
Though, her smitten, puppy love for the nerd only served to make the first taste of her that much sweeter. Especially since she requested they keep the relationship quiet.
Temptation hit quickly, the blue light of her screen begging him to take a peek. Just one little peek.
“Oh shit!” Ochako squeaked from his lap.
Now he definitely had to look.
Without moving his lower half, he strained to see around her. It was no use. He only got a glimpse of a message from pinky before she pulled it away.
“What is it?”
His hand wrapped around the other side, swiping at her phone. She let another squeal out, this time igniting a part of his reptilian brain that sent him fucking bonkers.
Like a lion hearing an injured antelope.
“Nothing! Stop!”
He had her off the chair and on the bed in less than a second. Those sweet shrills pulsing through him like an electric shock.
For weeks they had been fucking. Long held back desires were brutally taken out on her cunt at every opportunity he had.
“Show me, or I’ll tie you up and tease you until you burst.”
Making sure to show her he meant business through his smirk, her cheeks flash a deeper shade of pink.
“It doesn’t matter, honest. It’s just gossip.”
Still, she held the device close to her chest. A thought to snatch it from her tightly clenched hands ran through his mind. However, she quickly locked it.
“Then why can’t I see it? Hmm?”
She moaned as his hands dragged up the inside of her thighs, tracing their way up the side of her panties.
A week was all it had been since he last saw her. But to his body, it was decades.
Her soft shaking and sultry moans only added to the raging blood descending on his cock. Raging bulls weren’t even this rowdy.
That tight little body. Fuck, it felt so good to have it wrapped around him.
“It’s... nothing, I told you. Uhh, shit!”
Fingers folded inside her panties, skimming her throbbing folds and swollen clit. She was dripping already.
The phone was the least of his worries now, only a catalyst for their kinky power-struggle-heavy foreplay.
Now he wanted to hear this little secret from her lips while he tortured her.
And boy did the little slut love to be tortured.
“Naughty girl, you should have just told me. You know what happens to bad little sluts.”
The contrast between his calm, softly spoken words and the rough grabbing at her limbs was too much for Ochako to bear.
She whimpered in his hold, while his large hands gripped and tight her to the bedhead. Her squirming was perfect. The mixture of hot and ready, mixed with the helplessness really got him so fucking hard.
So many times he marvelled at her thick, well-toned body. The lines his eyes followed switched something inside his brain to feral mode. She was completely at his mercy.
The sight only ever got more and more attractive to him. So much so, if he was a weaker man, he would rip her apart, fucking her into oblivion.
But Katsuki Bakugou took his time.
Determined to lick and touch every sensitive spot. Each hole kissed and teased until it ached. Well before she was even awarded the pressure of his cock’s head against her tight opening.
“Kat-Kats, don’t tease me, please.”
He chuckled. God, she was such a good little slut.
“You shouldn’t have been a brat. You fucking know what that does to me, cheeks.”
