Exclusively Mine ( yandere Bakugo x reader)

Tantalising

Warnings: invasion of privacy, anal, and the usual shebang.
Im bacc with an update hoes
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Bakugou stared at the camera feed, palming his pants as you bent your back, ass out towards the secret camera and front towards the bed. He groaned when he saw you slide black lace underwear up your legs, the material settling snugly between your cheeks, where Katsuki wishes he could be. He gripped his cock, the stiff material blocking him not providing the friction he needs. He unzipped his trousers, sliding his hand in and touching his hard length and stroking it in rhythmic motions as he continued to watch you get dressed like a pervert. You sat down on the bed, adorably oblivious, giving him a view to your bare chest as you grabbed a matching lacey black bra, making his movements faster with renewed vigour.

They look so soft and doughy, what he'd give to grab one, tweak the nipples and suck on them.

He moaned at the thought, the movement of his hand becoming more fluid, he stroked his tip, gathering the precum and spread it all over his length. He imagined it's your soft, precious little hand that's touching him, struggling to wrap around the whole circumference of it as your middle finger and thumb didn't meet.

His vision got hazy, nothing except you and the pleasure pulsating through his mind. His eyes instinctively went back to the live feed, glad he's watching this at the moment instead of having to look through history. It made him feel closer to you, seeing what you are doing and watching you.

His movements slowed down, cheeks turning blood red as if someone slashed his cheekbones and spread the blood all over his cheeks.

You wore a matching black bra, semi see-through that if he zoomed enough, he could probably get a peek into your hidden nipples.

The view pushed him over the edge, the climax making his vision blur for a few seconds, but he persistently kept staring as white ropes of cum coated his stomach.

His phone slipped from his hand, clattering loudly and taking you away from his grasp. He longed desperately for your presence as he basked in the afterglow of pleasure, which brought him back to his current predicament and why he was watching you on camera and jerking off in the first place.

A mission with a couple of other pro heroes took him to Kyoto, and away from you for a few days.
His schedule was to wake up, check on you with a couple of texts, work on the mission, check on you again during lunch, and after he was done with the work of the day, he'd text you again or preferably video call you, then watch the camera feeds of what you got up to. He'd see whether you left the house, what you wore, who you had over, what you watched. Just to make sure you're safe.

This rarely varied, but it did when work got too heated, but he made sure to text you as soon as he could and reassure you of his well-being.

He feels so fucking lonely without you.

His friends are constantly inviting him to come hang out with them during free time or to come for a celebratory drink with them, as it was the last day of a successful mission (gladly). He's prone to decline. 

He feels over the moon, knowing he'll surprise you tomorrow. It's also nearly your anniversary. One year of being married. One year of many.

He got you so many presents, he's going to drown you in everything you love, though some of those presents were admittedly self-indulgent.

He got up from his supine position to pick up the phone again, droplets of white liquid raining on the floor. He picked up the phone, seeing you now brush your hair, donning his shirt and some fuzzy slippers. His heart warmed at the sight.

To ease off the loneliness, he sent you a message.

CutieSuki ❤️: reminder that I love you, teddy bear.