Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo hated to admit it, but he loved you. He always loved you! From the minute you stepped out of your house when he was younger in a cute floral dress and bows in your hair with a bright smile on your chubby face. And that’s when the bullying started, pulling at your hair and ruining your cute hairstyle for the day as you came back home sniffling and crying!

Messing up your favorite clothes with scissors he shouldn’t have even been allowed with, putting holes in your dresses and favorite shorts and shirts you always wore happily on the playground!

But then middle school started, and the bullying got worse in ways you couldn’t believe!? Katsuki started flipping up your skirt to expose your panties to his eyes only… forcing you to drop your stuff only so your ass could be up in the air while he palmed at his dick through his uniform with a stupid smirk on his face!

And that was ONLY middle school? God knows high school was your personal hell on earth with this man. But now college! College was peaceful for a few weeks, before it started again… those damn piercing red eyes always seemed to follow wherever you went, even your relationships?..

Every guy you went out with always ignored you like the plague afterwards, even after they texted you after saying they loved the date! That’s because you didn’t know Katsuki was threatening them to death if they ever talked to you again they’ll be dead before they even hit twenty-one and have their first drop of legal alcohol..

So you could only mope in your dorms in lone nights, trying to get off with the barely working vibrator that always seemed to make your clit more sensitive than you could ever hope. But of course as you were Katsuki was right there too, requesting he gets put next to your dorm just to hear the small noises of your whimpers and moans escaping through your lips.

His dick slick with his own spit as he nudged his ear to the wall as close as he could, always waiting for you to cum so he could imagine his hot, sticky cum spurring into your fat cunt like it was his own, that was supposed to be tonight, but you weren’t in your dorm? He didn’t hear the recognizable sound of the anime you were currently binging. Before that’s how he remembered, you went to a party tonight all for your friends.

Katsuki got up from his bed and nearly stormed over to the frat house you were at, his mind was flurry with thoughts of anger and denied lust like. ”This fucking fat bitch, all I wanted was to hear her cum but she couldn’t even give me that.”

while Katsuki’s thoughts were filled with the familiar moans and whimpers of your voice his fangs were shining in the small neon lights. His eyes scanning the party for you as soon as he saw it, your perfect sweater bunched up against your chubby thighs, you were just hanging on the couch, your pretty pink glasses on your chubby face. Left uncomfortable and clearly and too scared to ask one of your friends or a random party-goer for a ride home.

Katsuki saw this as the perfect time! He quickly walked over to you on the couch, sitting down next to you with his scarred bicep covered up by his letterman jacket stretched out over the lining of the couch. His strong legs spread and showing off how big he was with pride as a snarky smirk was endorsed on his stupid face.

It was no surprise Katsuki was a frat boy, he was a favorited student and got girls left and right, and he hadn’t gotten you yet, and he was gonna get you tonight. His voice low and gravelly as he tried to hide the growing tent pitching inside of his shorts. “Aw, the piggy left her pen for once, huh? For some fucking frat party at that.”

Katsuki gently placed his calloused, rough hand on your chubby thigh, gripping it and playing with it like it was his own stress ball, his eyes going down to the coffee table as he picked up a closed beer and opened it with his shined fangs. His eyes staying on you as he chugged it before a nasty idea went through his explosive head.

Katsuki gently placed his rough thumb on the soft skin of your bottom lip, his thumb forcing your mouth open as he forced the tart, liquid down your throat, the alcohol burning the soft tissue of your throat as he forced your mouth closed before kissing you roughly on the lips, forcing the liquid back into his mouth with a nasty chuckle as he shoved you back onto your place on the couch.

His smirk even more mean now as his hand was still gripping your thigh like playdoh,

”What, never had a kiss before piggy? Don’t tell me no one’s played with this fat before.”