NOTE: This chapter contains an excerpt from a book that is not mine. I do not own the words or the characters. The book is titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks (and is part of the Sweet Series). The link for the book is Sweet-Persuasion-Maya-Banks/dp/0425266966).
Chapter 7
Bakugo Katsuki glared at the book on his desk.
An incredulous look plastered on his face, a mixture of shock and... something else he couldn't quite describe.
Bakugo slowly approached the book, as he would a wounded coyote. Cautious. His whole body at attention, ready to fight if necessary.
It's just a fucking book.
He inched his way closer.
Bakugo picked it up gingerly. The small tan book cover had been discarded, underneath it was an all-black cover with two cherries in the middle.
He could hear his heart pounding.
For the second time since he had gained possession of the book, he opened it to the earmarked page.
"I'm not sure I can logically explain the desire I have to mark a woman.
I'm sure it all has to do with the primitive male psyche," he added with a chuckle,
"But the fact is, I want to come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, on your breasts.
I want to mark you mine in every conceivable fashion.
You will be mine.
Your body will be mine to do with as I wish."
Yup, that's what it had said the first time.
He stood there, dumbfounded.
He lowered his arm down by his side, hand still clutching the book.
His mind trying to catch up to his…emotions?
Fucking shit. He scolded himself. Why couldn't you just fucking leave it alone?
But no, his ego took a hit when he saw her walking towards the front of the class, finished the exam in one hand, book bag in the other. Her face seemed calm.
Beautiful.
His body tensed.
What the fuck?! No! Not beautiful! He balked at the word that had come out of nowhere.
Bakugo let out an exasperated sigh. He ran his free hand through his hair and took a deep, calming breath.
Bakugo needed to be the best if he was going to be number one. That included being the smartest, the strongest, the fastest.
He had been the first to finish every exam these last three days. Well, every exam except one. Seeing her walk towards the front of the class while he was still on the last three problems was like a punch to the gut. He began to speed read as he'd never sped read before, but it was too late. From the corner of his eye, he saw her quietly step out the classroom door…the sun making her hair glisten.
Stop! Fuck!
Why wouldn't these sickening thoughts get out of his damn head? One would think by this point in the year they'd have gone away. Okay, he got it, they made their point…he's a teenage boy with hormones and shit but it was fucking distracting him from his goal.
She was a distraction.
Ever since the sports festival, he couldn't seem to get her annoyingly round face out of his brain. If he was honest, his interest had been sparked since the quirk apprehension test when her ball throw marked infinity.
But he wasn't being honest.
Bakugo took the book with him and sat down on his bed.
He sat there trying to take control of his breathing. He looked up towards his ceiling as he recalled the events of the last few hours.
"Is this that stupid book you were reading that one time?" Bakugo had said as he very elegantly maneuvered his way around Uraraka's grasps.
He remembered her reaction when he almost grabbed the book that one morning. She had jumped on top of him. He involuntarily shivered. Why would she react that way? His curiosity taking over. He began to open the book.
Before he could even read one sentence he felt a strong, but small, force hit his upper body. As his mind tried to catch up to what was happening to his body, he landed with a small thud on the cold ground.
The zero gravity user on top of him trying to reach the book he still thankfully had in his hands.
Thankfully? Why wouldn't these weird thoughts stop? He groaned. Bakugo shifted further up his bed until he was leaning against his wall, legs stretched out in front. Book in his lap.
His whole body went rigid as he remembered the feel of Uraraka's small body pressed against him. Her breasts so close to him…if he had turned around he could've buried his face in them.
"Fuck!" He threw the book across his room.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
What the fuck was he thinking?! Burying his face in her boobs!?
His whole body erupted into a deep blush just thinking about it.
The worst part about the whole thing was he was about to do it. He had no idea what took hold of him, but his left hand was placed against the small of her back, pressing her down lightly against him and…his face had started turning. He had absolutely zero control over the muscles in his body.
And then fucking, useless, Deku.
He went and ruined shit like he always did.
Ruined?
Goddammit! Why wouldn't his brain stop this?
Seeing Shitty Hair's shit-eating grin was just the motherfucking icing on the cake.
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"Baku-bro wait up!"
He could hear Kirishima running up behind him. Bakugo began walking faster, he almost broke out into a jog. He would've, but he refused to give hair for brains the satisfaction.
Kirishima caught up to him.
"Sooo…" He started his taunting.
"Shut the fuck up and die." Bakugo deadpanned.
Kirishima erupted into boisterous laughter.
"Oh, Baku-bro! You and your sweet words." He teased.
Both boys made it to the dorm rooms in relative silence. It would've been like any other day but Bakugo could feel Kirishima's eyes on him. Laughing silently at his expense.
"Fuck off!" He growled as they entered the dorm rooms and he headed towards the stairs. He refused to take the elevator. That shit was for lazy asses.
By the time he made it to his floor, Kirishima was leaning on the wall next to his bedroom door.
"You know the elevator is faster." He said, humor in his voice.
"What part about fucking fuck off is difficult for your shitty brain to get!" He barked at him as he entered his room, slamming the door behind him as he tossed his bag on the floor and headed to his bed.
He never heard the satisfying sound of the door shutting.
When he turned around and sat on his bed, Kirishima had quickly put his foot between the door and the doorframe, hardening it to avoid injury.
He let himself into Bakugo's room chuckling.
"Bro, you gotta learn to chill." He said closing the door behind him.
"I AM CHILL! I AM THE MOST FUCKING CHILL PERSON THERE IS!" He screamed.
Kirishima laughed. His eyes catching onto the small tan-colored book that had fallen out of Bakugo's bag.
He picked it up and showed it to Bakugo.
Despite himself, Bakugo felt heat rush to his face.
"Tch." He crossed his arms and turned to the side.
"So this is what caused our sweet little innocent Uraraka to shove her chest straight into Lord Explosion Murder's willing face" He drawled, chuckling.
Bakugo threw his lamp at him. Kirishima dodged it easily and the lamp crashed in the wall behind him.
Fuck.
"You owe me a lamp," Bakugo said in an irritated tone. Kirishima dismissed him as he sat down on Bakugo's desk chair and opened up the book.
"Who the fuck…" Bakugo started to protest.
"Shhhh!" Kirishima shushed him.
Bakugo shot up from his bed ready to blast him.
"Well, well, well…" Kirishima started, "It seems our sweet little innocent Uraraka isn't so innocent after all." He threw the book at Bakugo which he caught on instinct.
"You may want to read that." He said laughing as he got up from the chair. "Come on dude, open it. I know you're curious."
"Shitty hair shut up!" He said through gritted teeth.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day. I'll even make sure Kaminari and Sero leave you alone. But you got to read the earmarked page." He said, eyes twinkling with mischief.
It's just a fucking book. Hours of silence and solitude to read one stupid page from a stupid book. Fucking piece of cake.
Bakugo opened the book and began to read…
His whole body went red with embarrassment.
He heard Kirishima laughing in the background but he couldn't react. He was frozen with shock.
By the time he unfroze, Shitty Hair was gone.
Bakugo stared at the book he had thrown across the room.
Before he even knew what was happening he had gotten off his bed and taken three large strides to where it had landed. He picked it up and examined it.
He felt strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on the word…excited?
He turned to his bedroom door and quickly locked it.
He stood there for a couple more seconds.
Thinking.
…
…
…
"Fuck it." He finally decided.
He walked back to his bed with the book in hand, sat down, and opened it up to the beginning.