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Bakugo is alone.
He hunches over on the bed, sheets messy, and he groans. In his hands, he's slowly slipping a dildo in and out of his ass. Soft sure strokes as he moans into his pillow. Soft gasps as he searches for the place he knows will get him off. He spreads his legs a little more and desperately tries to fuck himself harder. He angles it slightly and it rubs against his sweet spot. He shudders.
"Fuck", he gasps out as he tries to hit it again, but harder. "Fuck"
It's not enough and his mind drifts to an image of you. You're smirking down on him, with the eyes of a predator. But with you, it's always Heaven and Hell colliding. Your hands that are always soft, that slip and slide over his own softer sensitive places. He can picture you now, running your hands down his ass. Grasping at his cheeks and pulling them apart. He can picture your pretty face when you fuck him, hovering over him, and leaning down for another heated kiss. He can even picture that pretty face, eyes gone hard as you edge him to an inch of his life,
He hardens even more and he reaches for his dick with his other hand. He strokes himself. God, he wishes you were here. He doesn't care how you fuck him but rather that you do it. Do it now. Break him in and turn him stupid. Like a begging whore.
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Hero work is always really hard. Today you chased a Villain through town while they tried to burn it down. They broke about everything in sight, and the damage was horrendous. After the whole ordeal the head of your agency decided that you could take the rest of the day off. You were about to decline as you're relatively uninjured when you remembered that you haven't had some proper alone time with your boyfriend. When was the last time you and Bakugo actually sat down together and enjoyed yourselves. Fuck, when was the last time you slept together. Instead, you accepted gratefully and headed home.
You slip through the front door of your apartment on silent feet. You reach for the light switch but pause. The home is eerily still but as you listen closely, you hear soft, sweet moans coming from the bedroom. You stop entirely in your tracks. You quietly shut the door, hoping that your lover doesn't hear it and drop your things at your feet.
Bakugo may be a lot of things, but he's no cheater. Your only guess is that someone has been snooping through your new toys without you. That baby pink box was supposed to be a surprise but you guess the horny bastard couldn't help himself.
You step into the doorway of your shared bedroom and low and behold, your dirty little whore is sitting with his pretty little ass in the air, head buried in a pillow and a dildo is shoved up his ass as he desperately grinds against it. He softly groans into the pillow beneath him. He lifts his head and a frustrated whimper escapes his pink lips.
You decide to take action. You walk into the room, no longer softening your feet and announce your presence.
"Hello baby, what do you think you're doing?"
His gaze snaps towards you. Although, instead of the usual sharp eyes he presents to the world, the look he sends you is miles away from the real world. His gaze is entirely glazed over with pleasure. You step up to him and grab his chin, forcing him to make eye contact with you. With your firm grasp his cheeks puff up and a bit of drool leaves his mouth. His eyes lift to meet yours.
"Are you having some trouble?"
Despite his miserable state he somehow manages to focus on you, your grip on his chin becomes gentle and he reveals a smirk when you bend down a little to reach his height. You run a finger over his bottom lip, tracing his smirk and he bites it gently. You remove your hand.
