Before you read, this story was originally written in our yaoi series, "Without You Is No Gravity." On the request of my girl, she wanted this story to be in our anthology, "Izuku's Sisters." I wrote it for her on Valentine's Day and now, she wanted our 'non-yaoi' fans an opportunity to see this. Also, it is also part of her anniversary present. To my girl, GOTA (girlfriendoftheauthor). Thank you for these three crazy, exciting years. Here is to many, many more. I love you and then some! Your BD!
This is an OOC Fem!Katsuki x OOC Izuku love story.
It was the weekend at the Bakugo residence. It was in the laundry room where Katsuki and Izuku could be found. Katsuki's father had an important event to attend with his job in the nearby prefecture so her parents were not to be back for the entire weekend. However, the spiky blonde's mother wasn't going to let her entire weekend go to waste so she could be lazy. Instead, Mrs. Bakugo left her daughter a list of chores to be finished before they return on that Monday.
The first thing on the chore list was to do laundry.
Katsuki hissed, gripping onto the dirty sock that she planted inside of her mouth to keep herself from moaning too loud. It was the middle of the afternoon and didn't want people hearing what she shouldn't be doing from those paper-thinned walls. "Take it easy, you baka! I ain't going anywhere!"
Izuku whispered an insincere apology, knowing how much Katsuki enjoyed being rattled in the position of possibly being seen or heard from the nosy neighbors. Just that thought of the nosy old Granny peeping her eyes to sounds of two teenagers having sex. Then, telling her neighbors or those within her sewing circle. That alone was enough to arouse the emerald-haired teen.
Katsuki positioned herself on top of the washer. She was on her knees. She turned on the washer so at least there was some distraction from the act they were about to do.
"Geez, Bakugo! At least could we have waited until we were finished," said Izuku as he was putting on his shield of protection. He was on his last one so he knew that he needed to re-up. If not, then he knew that Ochako kept plenty when he plans to see her that Sunday after her parents leave to go on their weekly outing.
Katsuki slammed the cabinet with her fist. Whatever Izuku was thinking must have transferred within her mind.
"Whatever you are thinking about, cancel it! I have been waiting all weekend to have some time with you. Now, hurry up!" Katsuki's voice was rattled. She didn't even take out time to pull off her clothes. She pulled up her skirt and her panties down just enough for Izuku to make the entry.
Nevertheless, Izuku wasn't going to deny Katsuki's request. Once putting on his shield, he stroked his dick hard enough so that he put it inside of Katsuki's hungry pussy.
Katsuki gripped onto the cabinet, leaning her face onto the cool, wooden surface. She was tired of waiting. She didn't like to wait. Why does she have to make an appointment with a man that she has grown up with, bullied with, and then some brunette bimbo swept him off his feet? She broke Izuku in and Ochako easily took him away? She gnashed her teeth as she scoffed loudly for Izuku's cue to begin.
"Yeep!" Katsuki clenched her teeth as she felt his sword entering her sheath. A sharp, wincing pain, but nevertheless her pain. A pain she has ached for over the past week. Permanent markers, dildos, vibrators, her hands, none of which have worked. What she ached and what she craved was God's handmade sword that belonged to the man she has bullied all of her life. A man that she plans to continue to belittle, to demean until the end of days.
For Izuku Midoriya belonged to her. And her alone.
"My God, you are tight!" Izuku managed to say as he pressed his entire dick up to the base. He gripped onto Katsuki's supple ass as he began to thrust. Each thrust, he grunted. As if Katsuki's walls were enraged with excitement and anger, asking Izuku's sword on where has he been for all of this time.
"Shut up, baka! All I ask for you to do is fuck. Not make commentary!" The latter part ended with a sharp moan. She covered her mouth. She was fortunate that the washer was on or else a nosy neighbor or two would have heard his scream. The last thing she wanted to hear or see was an old Granny telling her mother what she had heard Katsuki doing.
For one, her parents haven't talked about sex. Wasn't sure if it was because of prolonging the inevitable or thrived in their naivete bliss. And for the other thing, they don't know that their Katsuki was sexually active. And the fact that she is sexually active with her childhood friend of twelve years.
"Fuck me, fuck me," replied Katsuki in a sharp, pitchy whisper, if not a demand. Izuku did what he was told. Amazing how much he was enjoying being told what to do. The same girl who told him he wasn't going to amount to anything needs him to perform a pleasurable but forbidden act. Izuku upped the ante as he pressed deeper into her pussy. Katsuki covered her mouth, feeling the intensity.
The sound of the washer turned into a cycle, which created a ticklish vibration onto Izuku's dick. He tried not to giggle as he, too, wanted to bust his fat seed inside of Katsuki. He extended his hands from Katsuki's ass to her hip, wrapping it tightly as one does to a true love.
Or what a snake does to its prey. Which one is the prey? Which one is the snake? At this point in time, it was left to one's imagination.
Katsuki was caught off-guard by Izuku's sudden touch. She wasn't angry. In fact, she became thrilled. From time to time, she wished that idiot of hers would quit being cowardice and take action for once. Katsuki felt her back against his chest. Her red eyes turned to Izuku as his eyes were shut. Katsuki bit her lips, extending her hands to cradle Izuku's face.
Izuku felt the nails slight scraping his face. Her nails brushing against the tiny hairs onto his face. It felt like Katsuki was trying to read Braille. That alone tightened Katsuki's pussy and Izuku's dick.
"Kiss me, baka," demanded Katsuki. Before the emerald-haired teen complied, she forced herself onto his lips. She used her teeth to suck out Izuku's tongue. She thrust her mouth up and down his tongue as if she was sucking Izuku's dick. Many times she has done that, slobbering from the balls to the shaft. If she could, she would bite.
But not today. Not this time.
"Katsuki, I am getting close," warned Izuku as he broke the kiss. He compressed his arm around Katsuki's hip. "I am about to come."
"Do it!" Katsuki used Izuku's mouth to cover the moan, the screams, and most of the cries as she felt that latex shielding her cavern. She felt the hotness around her. Something that no dildo, no pen, or permanent marker can do.
Katsuki felt limp, using Izuku's body for support.
She gave Izuku one more kiss. She felt good. She felt her pussy silently leaking out her juices as it was absorbing into her skirt. As of now, his dick was useless, feeling it going limp. What she really wanted was in her pussy and that she had received. Never in her life did she even the latex that captured her seed.
The cycle was done. Izuku placed Katsuki back on the washing machine as he pulled out of Katsuki's pussy. The blue latex was filled with Izuku's spunk. He tied it like a wet balloon and discarded at the nearby trash can.
"I promise to throw it away properly after the clothes get dry," said Izuku as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.
"Whatever! Like I care," replied Katsuki. Katsuki pulled up her panties and straightened out her skirt. She shoved Izuku's chest with her elbow. "Move the fuck out of the way, you ass! We have other things to do." She gave him a smug look as she slid open the laundry room door. "And be able to fold properly this time. I don't know what that cunt is teaching you but Mom didn't like it." She slammed it loudly.
Izuku pulled up his pants. He fastened it quickly because he knew how quick Katsuki would return and see that her chores haven't been completed. He coughed as he opened the wash and proceeded to take out the laundry.
Upon grabbing the first article of clothing, it was a red t-shirt. Izuku let out a smile. For that shirt was too small for him to wear. "So, you have kept that all of these years, huh?" He let out a slight chuckle as he proceeded to grab more clothes to put them in the dryer.
A few hours later….
Katsuki watched from the curtain in her bedroom as Izuku scurried off to the street. Around the corner, she saw Ochako was waiting for him. The pair shared a kiss before walking out of sight. She closed the curtain, residing to her bed where she decided to retire for the evening.
The chores were finished. They had sex. They played video games and watched television. Now, she was in the midst of his loneliness.
She sighed, scoffing that she didn't need that two-timing bastard. At some point, he will probably marry that damn whore and have his two point five children with a cat and a pig. Katsuki didn't care. Katsuki was independent and was free to do what she wanted. To her, Izuku was nothing but a cheap fuck. Those things were strong within her mind as she took off her clothes and climbed into bed.
She reached under the bed and grabbed the very red t-shirt that she stole from Izuku back when they were children. It was to tease him for being careless.
Now, she uses it to cradle in her sleep at night.
As she was about to turn over, she had received a text. She picked it up and saw it was Izuku. She read the text. Let's spend the next holiday together. I am thinking about that hot spring you kept babbling about. Later, Kacchan!
"You baka!" She let out a smile, kissed the phone of his text, and turned over.
Maybe things are okay like this...only for a little bit longer. At some point, I will have to open up my feelings. Because no matter what, I can't stop loving you, you baka!
The End...for now!
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