Masked girl × Her Bully(katsuki bakugou)

🔞CHAPTER 20: Battle of Will

The alcohol coursing through her veins was a double-edged sword. On one hand, it was clouding her mind, blurring the lines of reality and fantasy.

It was whispering sweet promises of escape, urging her to forget who he was, to lose herself in the pleasurable touch that was all she could feel.

With each caress, each stroke of his fingers against her skin, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.

The booze was yelping her to forget, to ignore the reality of the situation.

It whispered seductive lies in her ear, promising a temporary reprieve from the pain and shame. And in her intoxicated state, she was all too willing to listen.

So she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensations. The alcohol dulled her senses, making everything seem hazy and distant.

She could almost pretend that it wasn't him, the one she hated most, touching her like this.

l. The alcohol might have been numbing her mind, but it couldn't erase the reality of the situation. It was him, the bully, the tormentor, the one who had caused her so much pain.

And as she surrendered herself to the sensations, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what she deserved.

If maybe, just maybe, she was meant to be nothing more than a plaything, a source of pleasure for someone who cared nothing for her.

The thought made her stomach churn, but the alcohol and the touch of his hands were yelping her to forget, to ignore the reality of the situation.

So she closed her eyes tighter, burying her face in the pillow as she let herself be consumed by the moment. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure, the touch, the sensation of his hands on her skin.

Katsuki's weight pressed down on the mattress beside her, his chest touching her bare back. He reached for her hair, pulling it back roughly, exposing her to him. His other hand traced the line of her panties, sliding down the crack of her ass.

"You like this, huh?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're such a fucking slut, letting me touch you like this."

She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he spoke.

His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her head back further.

"I could fuck you right now, make you scream," he continued, his hand inching closer to the edge of her panties.

"And you'd love every second of it, wouldn't you?"

As her foggy mind failed to conjure a response, he leaned in closer, his lips pressing against her neck .

With a slow motion, he began to suck on her skin, his tongue tracing circles as he drew blood to the surface marking a giant hickey on her neck .

His warm breath tickled her skin as he continued to leave his mark on her neck

She didn't know how to process these emotions, but one thing was clear - she didn't want him to stop.

His hand caressed her covered ass, his fingers tracing along the fabric of her panties as he trailed kisses down her back.

"You're such a fucking tease," he growled, his grip tightening on her ass.

Each touch was , sending shivers down her spine as she felt his warm breath against her skin.

She couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation, her body responding to his touch despite her inner protests." "You think you can just lay there, all naked acting all innocent getting on my nerves ,and i wouldn't do anything about it hmm?