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“I thought you were smarter than this.” He chastised, carrying her squirming worming body kicking and screaming, throwing her down on the bed where she continued to thrash like a wild animal, too panicked to be aiming properly yet managing to annoy him nonetheless like a bothersome mosquito unwilling to be thwarted and squished by his much bigger much meaner fists. “Guess I was wrong.”
She sobbed as she roared, whining beneath him. Hair disheveled and sticking to her face in the wet of her teary cheeks.
Her fist flew again. And it wasn’t as though she could tell where she was aiming, but regardless of its efficiency, Katsuki had had enough.
Small wrist caught in his fist, grip crushing until he was seconds away from hearing a sickening pop and feel her hand slack.
She stopped with a sharp gasp, breath caught in her throat before whimpering at the threat of the break, shuddering as she hiccuped beneath him, tripping on her own sobs, and he nearly felt bad as he looked down at her, into those swimming sparkly orbs and that hurt little face, this tiny thing he’d made the mistake of falling for, only for her to always test him like this.
“Try it, and see where it gets you.”
His expression was dull, and so was his voice, cold and steely, showing none of the turmoil within his head, upholding the strict stoic dominance he knew he couldn’t give any leeway with, lest he wanted her to take advantage of him.
“Come on, try it.” He pushed, knowing that being aggressive with her was the only way for him to make her back down. “I won’t stop you.”
He urged, looking at her other free hand, placed on his heart in a still effort at keeping him away, knowing that by giving her just a second worth of doubt on his part she’d have the small face of her hand planted sharply on his cheek in an instant.
“But…” He warned, eyes a vivid nearly bloodshot serious, as though they were having a staring match. “I guarantee-” He spoke through grit teeth, leering down at her, his other hand coming to grip her face so she not look away, showing no hint of that mercy he usually would fold to. “You will regret it.”
It was quiet. Still and bitingly freezing even with his hot muscles against her.
She whimpered, eyes red and puffy, lashes sticking together in herds, wet with tiny teary droplets, cheeks swelled, bloated, and damp beneath his rough fingertips.
Her nose twitched along with the quivering of her mouth as she sighed out in defeat.
“I’m sorry….”
Breath hitching, sounding so feeble, almost enough to make him break character again.
“Smart move.” His tone was brisk as he puffed the words onto her face, cold and domineering as always, making her feel so small and insignificant. “You gonna continue being a brat, n'make things difficult for me?” He questioned. “Or will you be good?”
She bit her lip, looking away from him, bashful as he forced her to her knees. Submissive eyes, adorably pitiful, wavered before sheepishly dragging themselves back to look up at him. “I’ll be good.”
He offered a tiny smile in the slight pull of his lips before he moved in, positioning the treacherous victorious smirk onto her tear-slicked pouty lips, giving her a sweet nearly sympathetic kiss.
“Smart girl.”