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The neighbors should've complained by now, seeing as it was 2 in the morning on a weekday.
Bakugou didn’t care though, he was already so balls deep in you that even your nails digging into his back didn't bother him.
The rhythmic slapping of yours and his skin harmonized with the delicious moans he fucked out of you. It made him want to go harder, faster, until you only knew how to scream his name.
"Katsuki!" you barely managed to get out in between his rough thrusts. He felt you clench around him, your eyes lust blown by the orgasm that just wracked your body. It was so good. He wrapped his large hand around your throat pressing down. He watched your face turn red before he finally released, a lewd moan erupted from your mouth and sent him over the edge.
He was wild for the feeling of satisfaction that comes after he's filled you to the brim.
With a groan he rolls off of you.
"Fuck that was good," he said, letting his sweet sweat slowly evaporate off of him. He laid there for a few moments, coming down from his high before his eyes peered at you. You were staring at him. How long had you been doing that?
"What?"
And then came the words that could ruin even the best of romps.
"What are we Katsuki?"
There is was. This question again. Katsuki never made it a habit to sleep with one girl more than once. It made things messy. He didn't need messy, especially on his climb to become the number 1 hero.
Oh, but you. Your pussy was just too good. He found himself constantly wanting another taste. Over time, he liked having an option that didn't require him to go to a bar to pick up a new woman. It saved him a lot of time. He could just text you late at night after hero work and you'd be ready for him.
Usually you were really good about not bothering him during the day or asking too much from him, but occasionally he'd had to deal with this.
"Fuck Y/N, that again? What did I tell you?" he said with a sigh.
You fiddled with the corner of a pillowcase.
"That you can't be in anything serious because your job is dangerous…"
You sounded so dejected. Yeah he was an asshole, but that doesn't mean that he liked that forlorn look on your pretty face. He cups your face in his strong hands, "Can't we just enjoy our time together? Why do we need to call it anything?"
A pregnant pause was shared between the two of you.
"Are you seeing other people?" you asked softly.
Bakugou made a face and went silent, thinking about how to phrase things carefully. Of course, he wanted his cake and eat it too. His silence spoke volumes though.
"Oh," you said, looking off to the side.
"Hey, let's not mess this up ok?" he says as he pulls your face to look at him. It's blank.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"You enjoy my company right?"
You nodded.
"And I enjoy yours. Let's not overcomplicate things."
"Ok," you said, giving him a small smile. Bakugo was grateful that you were understanding. He liked that about you, a stark contrast to his domineering personality. He had enough of crazy women who would show up at his work if he didn't text back. It was always easy with you, and that's the way he liked it.
Pulling you closer to him, he wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest in something that felt too intimate to be "not complicated". The embrace was warm, loving, comforting, and it left you even more lonely than you were before he came.
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A few weeks go by and Bakugou hasn't seen you. That's common for him. His visits are sporadic. Sometimes it's a whole week of him warming your bed, and sometimes it's like this. Radio silence.
It's not like he did it on purpose. Sometimes hero work took him away for extended amounts of time, and sometimes he found himself in another person's bed. He lived in the moment, and if a pretty little thing was ogling him from across the bar, who was he to deny her?
However, today's mission was stressful, and whenever he had a particularly rough day at work, there was always just one thing on his mind. You.
That's how he ended up in front of your door step at 2 AM after not seeing you for weeks.
You open the door, bed head and still sleepy.
So pretty.
He rushed you, wanting to erase the day with you. Skin on skin, like a fever, he lost himself in you like he often did on days like this.
Your moans were music that soothed his troubled soul, more beautiful than Chopin or Debussy could ever hope to write. He loved how he could elicit such a sinful symphony from such an innocent mouth.
He fucked himself into you over and over again, feeling you come undone more times than he could keep track off. You were an exquisite chokehold that only knew how to test his limits.
You called his name so softly, as if pleading for more of him.
With the final chord of his sanity snapping, he smashed himself deep inside of you, pressed right up against the deepest part, and came violently.
It was release. Serenity.
Then all at once, all of the carnage and depravity of the world seemed to have disappeared, and all that was left was warmth and the syncing of your heart beats.
He looked down at you, finding your beautiful eyes staring back. Your luscious lips parted and panting from the whirlwind he put you through. God, you were beautiful.
After a few moments, he rolled off of you with a groan, relishing in the afterglow of your session.
He realized that you were looking at him again. Like you wanted to say something.
"Katsuki?" you asked, your voice soft.
Fuck, not this again.
"Katsuki?" you said a little firmer, and he turned his head towards you.
"Yeah," he said, eyes still avoidant.
You were on your belly, propped up on your elbows, the blanket sitting low on your lower back, messy hair cascading around you.
Tch. If he wasn't so annoyed, he probably would've brought you in for another round.
But, he noticed you biting your lip, like you were going to say something you shouldn't. He sighed waiting for the same old conversation to play again, a price he had to pay for keeping you around. You would think that you would learn by now. How many times did you have to go over it?
"Um, I can't see you anymore."
Bakugou felt a crack in his armor.
"What? Why?" he asked, his tone just a little sharper.
Then he saw the guilty look on your face again, and his stomach sank.
"Well--I've been seeing someone lately, and I think I'm starting to really like him--"
Bakugou felt like the wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. In fact, he stopped listening altogether. He saw your face grow soft as you talked about this new guy, that gentle smile enraged him to no end. It never occurred to him that you would also see other people. You were his. At his beck and call at whatever ungodly hour that he wanted you.
What do you mean there's someone else?
"Katsuki? Say something please?" you asked. He hated how delicate your voice was, like he was the one who needed protecting.
"Yeah. I get it," he said lazily, contrasting the maelstrom of emotions he felt inside. Emotions that he never wanted to deal with.
"Thank you Katsuki," you said smiling and kissing him on the cheek.
His name sounded so sickeningly sweet on your tongue, and he could feel the pressure of your kiss long after you turned off the lights. He didn't get much sleep that night.
Despite all of the blood and crime he saw that day, nothing could compare to the distress he felt in the arms of someone who used to bring him such serenity.
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It's been 2 weeks since he last saw you.
He was a wreck. Not only had he been sleeping in a new woman's bed every night of the week, but he was making mistakes on the job. He. was one more incident away from being suspended for month. Everyone at his agency began to avoid him like the plague, seeing how much more angry he was than usual. He even made the new intern cry.
The reason?
Bakugou was horny, raging with a lust that was so insatiable that even the countless amount of women he slept with in the last two weeks weren't enough. No amount of gorgeous women could make those damn dreams stop.
Every night since he left your bed, he's been having the most intense, passionate dreams of the two of you tangled up in his sheets. In each one of them, he didn't neglect to notice the loving way you stared into his eyes. They were haunting him.
It was ironic and awful that your loving gaze was only being noticed by him now that things were over.
He sighed. He just had to wait it out. The feeling would pass. He'd find another good fuck eventually.
He just had to get through today's press conference and he could go home.
The heroes of the top 10 gathered on stage to talk about their plans to improve their agencies to the public. He drummed his fingers on the table through Creati's speech about helping the economy, and Deku's speech about peace and unity made him want to gag.
His speech consisted of him shouting at Deku about taking the number 1 spot, which of course was of no surprise to anyone. As the rest of these losers gave their speeches his eyes wandered to the sea of people in the audience. That's when his heart stopped.
It was you.
You were listening intently to one of the extras talking about increasing patrols, that same gentle smile on your face. He couldn't fight off the urge to go talk to you, to fix this mess. His legged bounced. He waited for this damn press conference to be over. After another agonizing 30 minutes, he rushed off stage into the crowd.
Eyes locked in your direction as he bee-lined it over to you. His heart raced in his chest as he finally reached the back of your figure. He just wanted to hold you, to own you, to get you back underneath him immediately.
"Y/n," he said, finally reaching you. You turned around, surprised to see him so close to you. Wasn't he just on stage a moment ago?
"Hi Katsuki, great speech you had up there," you said with genuine adoration.
His heart squeezed, even now you were as sweet as ever. You had always been. Always encouraging him, and telling him that he would be an amazing #1. He couldn't just let you walk away.
"Y/n, I--"
"Y/n."
A cool voice came from behind you.
Bakugou's eyes went wide.
"Shouto!" you said happily, as the dual toned hero came to your side. Hands finding their way to your waist. Bakugou could feel his hands heat up.
"Did you wait long?" Todoroki asked.
"No, not at all," you smiled.
Todoroki only just noticed him.
"Oh Bakugo, how do you know Y/N?"
"None of your damn business," he snarled.
Already used to Bakugou's gruff character, Todoroki just shrugged it off. Turning his attention back to you.
"I need to finish a few things, and then I'll be ready for our date. Come with me?" he asked.
You nodded and turned to Bakugou.
"Um, it was nice seeing you Katsuki," you said, as you walked away hand in hand with Todoroki.
Bakugou was in newspapers the next day for blowing up public property.