My Hot-Headed Dom- K. Bakugo x Black Sub! Reader

♡Chapter 3♡

Katsuki's POV:

I was currently jerking off in the restroom stall like a middle school boy with a crush.

"Fuck!", I growled as I came into the toilet.

I panted as I continued to stroke myself riding out my high. Shivering as every wave spurted out of me.

'Can't believe I'm doing this on fucking duty'

I grumbled before cleaning up, flushing the toilet and walking out of the stall.

'Got fucking worked up from seeing Y/n...I get it she's a Sub and she looked good. I was the dumbass that pushed her away just become a top hero'

I grumbled as I washed my hands. I dried my hands before pulling on my gauntlets.

"Couldn't fucking help it, for some stupid ass unkown reason and god did it feel so fucking satisfying", I mumbled before walking back into the agency.

I froze and narrowed my eyes to the floor. Thoughts swirled my mind and I gritted my teeth.

'What the fuck am I even thinking...?! Why the fuck am I still thinking about her ass? I made it clear that day'

"Stay the fuck out of my head, Dammit"

I huffed as I carded my fingers through my hair. I walked towards my office.

"Fuck this...", I huffed as I cleared my head of her.

I made the decision to not be with her, I shouldn't be falling for her now.

'No, these are old feelings coming back to play'

"Shit...stupid ass fucking emotions", I groaned as I rubbed my hands all over my face.

I got back to the reports that Deku and I were working on. It was a Dom/Sub related type of case.

"There has to be a purposeful pattern to the meeting...I get she is a Sub...but why would she use herself as bait for this mission, she's a model for fucks sake...", I grunted as I placed the papers down.

Memories of the hero meeting when I saw her for the first time in years came back and it got me thinking. In the corner of my eyes the report began to dangle a specific page.

I picked it up and read it over. My eyes became wide as something washed over me, I got up and ran out of the room.

"F-fuck!"

I pushed others out of the way as I made a quick phone call to Best Jeanist.

"Hold on, Y/n! I'm coming!", I shouted as my hands popped with explosions.

I had to get to her before it was too late. Before that damned bastard did something to her.

'I can't lose her this time. I can't lose her again'

I thought as I narrowed my eyes. I blasted through the air as I jumped off rooftops, cursing as fear filled my body.

"Fucking hold on! I'm coming!", I yelled out.

I continued to run, jump and blast myself in the air. Worry settled in my stomach when the location for the photo shoot came into view.

I pushed myself faster and nearly killed myself when I landed in front of the building. I ran to the place and began to look for her.

"Y/n! Where is Y/n? Tell me where she is right fucking now!", I was panting with adrenaline and fear that she might be gone before I even had the chance to save her.

"She's on the Forty-Sixth floor", The lady at the front desk said to me.

I was about to go to the elevator until I realized how fucking long the line was. I ran to the staircase and began running up the stairs, using tiny explosions to boost myself.