𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐒 the weeks passed from spring into summer, it felt like you were being kept here for eternity. In reality, you knew it had only been two months since you first came here. You were starting to grow even more antsy than before, especially considering all the weird shit happening. First, it was the windows breaking, and then the AC, which caused the apartment to be brutally hot in the summer heat. (HPSC has been looking into a repairman, but that means running about a hundred background checks- it's pretty difficult to find someone who can be trusted, especially in a high-stakes situation like this)

Thankfully, it seems like things have begun to wind down again, enough for you to be allowed to call your brother and start your work from home. You've even been able to join in on conference calls, including today.

The law firm has been slammed with cases lately, due to an uproar of some controversial legislation causing a need for litigation. It was nice to have a distraction, at least. You sat in the living room, your thighs practically glued to the fabric of the couch in the heat as you took the final notes of the meeting, preparing to make copies and send them to your boss.

"_____? Can you stay on the line?" Hamada asked, getting your attention. Oh god, what did you do now?

"Oh, uh, yes, sir." You stammered, feeling your dread and nerves bundling in your stomach.

"Good. Everyone else is dismissed." The other paralegals and associates said their goodbyes and hopped off the line, leaving just you, Mr.Hamada, and his secretary.

"Sakura, you hop off as well."

"Sir, don't you want me taking notes?" She asked, always so eager to please, one of his favorite lap dogs.

"That won't be necessary."

"Oh, uh, alright."

It was nice, hearing him tell someone off that wasn't you. Especially when it was one of the employees that was five feet up his ass. But you weren't sure how to feel about having a conversation with Mr.Hamada off the record. It couldn't mean anything good. Could it?

He let out a deep sigh before he spoke. You just wanted him to spit it out already. "When you left, things became..somewhat difficult. I hired a few interns to handle the workload you normally have, and with how hectic everything has become as of late, it's been quite difficult. While these interns and other paralegals are satisfactory employees...they aren't able to achieve the standard of work that you can. Ever since everything has become much more hectic, the firm has been put at an even greater disadvantage."

Is he...complimenting you?

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"What I'm trying to say is- for all your quirks and...differences, you are an important asset to this firm, and we need you here."

You could tell it hurt him to say it, but you knew he meant it. That was the kindest thing he had ever said to you. You almost wanted to cry.

"I know the HPSC is taking your situation very seriously, but if there was any way you could come up with some sort of compromise, please let me know."

"I'll do what I can." Was all you could say in response.

"Thank you." With that, he hung up, leaving you staring at your phone in shock, processing what just happened.

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It was hot in Bakugou's room. So hot that he felt like his skin was sticking to the sheets. You were on a conference call in the living room, and he had done everything he needed to do for the day, emailed his status reports to headquarters, workout, and honestly, that's all he needed to do.

He lied back in bed, staring at the ceiling, debating if he should try to fall asleep. He felt too wired to sleep though. Too hot and irritable. He felt like he was going crazy.

Ever since that night, when you stayed in his bed, all he could think about was you. He always had you on his mind, of course. You were his mission. He had to be focused on you. But this was different. All he could think about was the press of your skin against his, how soft your body was, how soft your lips were. You were beautiful and strong, and stubborn, and you drove him nuts, but he wanted you so bad.

Arousal began to build in his stomach, and he gazed down at his crotch, the growing tent in his pants becoming hard to ignore. He had been tense lately, and it had been so long since he'd been able to indulge himself. He felt so pent up, this was exactly what he needed. He stroked himself through his pants, before slipping his hand under his pants, into his underwear. He ran his thumb over the tip, letting out a hiss of sensitivity, running his precum over his cock and lubing it up.

He imagined it was you. Your hand stroking him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Telling him how he protected you so well, how he took care of you. How you needed him to take care of you more.

And he would take care of you. He'd lay you on your back and kiss you all over, your lips, your throat, your chest, your stomach, down your thighs, until he was between your legs. He'd eat you out until you were nice, and pliable, making you come so hard that all that bratty behavior of yours is gone, with only your sweetness left.

You would be so sweet for him. You'd whimper and moan, and cling onto him when he pushed inside of you.

He gripped his cock even harder as he bucked into his hand, imagining it was you and how tight you'd be groaning, slightly. He'd fuck you nice and good, and hell, he'd even let you ride him.

"Yeah, just like that baby." He whispered under his breath, eyes squeezed shut as he fucked his fist faster, imagining you rocking in his lap, breasts bouncing in his face. He'd hold your hips and follow the grind of them, and he'd kiss your chest and moan into your mouth.

His face was flushed, his thighs were shaking, quads tensing as he felt himself nearing the edge. His abs tensed as the coil in his stomach tightened and his cock was throbbing and and-

There was a knock at the door, making him freeze in place. "Bakugou? You sleeping in there?"

He laid back in his bed, hoping you would just assume he was if he didn't answer, and you'd leave. You didn't. Instead, you knocked on the door more.

He groaned in annoyance, swearing under his breath. "Give me a second!"

He tucked himself into his pants, hiding his erection in his waistband and moving his shirt over it. He opened the door, frowning, trying to ignore the fact that he felt himself throb at the sight of you, memories of what he was just doing, and fantasies of you flashing through his mind. He pushed them away.

"Are you alright? Your face is all red."

"I'm fine. I was trying to sleep and it's hot."

"I thought you said naps are unproductive." You teased. You were driving him mad.

"I didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. Will you just tell me what you want?"

"Okay, okay grumpy. What I want is to talk."

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A/N: Finally a lil spicy update for y'all as things start to pick up. Hopefully I'll have more time to work on my chapters this summer!

Thanks for reading!

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