Stupid Bunny. (Bakugo's Demise.)

✨Chapter 44✨

You spent a sum of the night getting pile drived into Katsuki's bed, and at some point started hating it.
Hating him for it.
Because you'd seemed to want to do it again and again and again.
(What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?).

He had wipes for the exact reason of cleaning himself off after masturbating, and was fucking glad he did.
After waking up, he was curling up behind you and taking your hand... turning it over to see. As if he did it drunk and couldn't remember shit.

"Jesus Christ.." he muttered.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me to stop, idiot.."
He questioned your sleeping form, rubbing his thumb over your palm. Placing a kiss into your hair.

The once thick substance flaked from your hand.

He hated that he had to lean back to fumble with the drawer, grabbing said wipes out.

He came back to spoon you from behind, taking your hand again and gently wiping away at the pad of your skin.

He really felt bad. Out of all his desperate attempts to remain sane he couldn't.
And now you were fucking konked and beat to death.
Of course you urging him to do more, but he just couldn't.

But for now, he folded the wipe and rubbed it carefully down your stomach.

He almost found it funny you had a condom stuck to your side as he took a closer look.

Of course he took it off and yeeted that shit into his trashcan, along with the plethora of other dried condoms scattered around his sheet.

"Fucking nasty.." he spat to himself.

He pulled another wipe and tended to you again.

Running it down your poor face. Which of course he loved to see covered in his ejaculate, but right now he felt like he used you.

You wiggled your nose and furrowed your brows upon them being touched with the wetness of the cloth.

"(Y/n).." he said, hoping to wake you up this time.

You shuffled into him. Mind becoming more alert the more he wiped at your cheeks and lips.

Soon, taking to your chest to remove his excretion.

He leaned back over to press his lips to your finally cleaned cheek.

"What are you doing?" You asked sleepily, barely coherent.

God, it was all over your chest.
How did he even manage to cum so much?

"Cleanin' you off." He said simply.

You whined, and he thought that was a signal you wanted him to stop.
"Sorry.. Is it okay?"

You just mewled again, before yawning. Not really minding being cleaned off.

"Kat, where's my bunny?"
It felt necessary to have with how comfortable you are.

Luckily, it was sitting on his headboard, along with a plethora of other things.

He reached up and grabbed it, placing the stuffed animal into your arms.

You hugged it tightly. Not compareable to the one you lost, but good enough combined with Katsuki.

His knee snuck between your thighs, grabbing another wipe from the bag and disposing of the dirty one.
"Can I clean you down there?"
He asked, knowing it was probably more than dirty.

You nodded, eyes still closed and not really willing to open them.

He lift your leg up just enough so he could reach around and under to wipe you.
Which was so fucking weird considering the fact you were calling him daddy..
But really he didn't want you to wait to take a shower, or walk down there coated in baby batter where people can see you.