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Bakugo grabs the back of your suit and pulls you up with inhumane strength, ignoring the yelp you let out at the force. “Go shower while I call the agency to update them. And don’t you dare fuckin’ use all the hot water.”

“Yes, sir.”

You head to the bathroom, not before sticking your tongue out at him and catching him rolling his eyes in exasperation. But truly, it was a much needed shower. You grimace at the sight of dark blood and dirt draining down, taking an extra long time to scrub the soap against your skin.

With a towel wrapped up around your body, you head back into the room while Bakugo slips around you to take the shower. Soon, with your hair dried and body clad in pajamas, you lay on the bed again. A yawn bubbles its way past your lips, and you close your eyes, ready for sleep to take you captive.

That is until the bathroom door opens, and you crack open an eye to catch a glimpse of the Pro Hero.

Steam curls around his body as he walks to the dresser. His towel is wrapped tightly around his waist and does not leaving much to the imagination— not that you mind, glancing at the thick shadow between his legs. His body is tanned, muscles defined and dripping with droplets of water. His hair isn’t in its usual mess, water weighing it down and making him look sexier than usual.

You’ve been Bakugo’s sidekick for about a year now. The relationship between you and him is blurred, with the two of you casually hooking up a handful of times. But he tends to initiate it, holding the power of whatever the two of you have. Right now, as you squeeze your thighs to watch him slip on a pair of boxers, you wonder whether it’s your turn to make the move.

He clicks off the lights and slides into bed next to you, only a dim lamp illuminating the room.

“Dynamight.” You whisper a few moments later, fingers trailing up his bare arm.

“What?” With a grumble, he turns his head to face you. “You got a nightmare or something? Need a bedtime story?”

You frown, pursing your lips. “Do you live to annoy me?”

“I could ask you the same question. What the fuck do you want?”

“You.”

He takes a sharp inhale as your hand moves from his arm to his chest before heading south. You toy with the waistband of his boxers, tugging and letting it snap back. Before you can slide your palm onto the growing bulge under his boxers, he grasps your hand and pushes you back down into the mattress. He gets up to straddle you, pupils blown out in a wild look of lust.

“So fuckin’ needy.” Bakugo notes, watching your hips grind against the bare knee that he presses between your legs. “Y’know…” His voice lowers to a gruff whisper. “These walls are paper thin. How would you feel when your moans are trending on Twitter because some freak in the room next to us decided to record it?”

“I’ll be quiet.” You whisper back. “Promise. Just… want you inside me.”

Bakugo raises a brow, not believing you. But he pulls down your sleeping shorts and panties in one go, helping you out of your shirt. He aligns himself against your slit, but not before giving you a warning glance. Stay quiet.

You hold your breath as he pushes in.

Having silent sex— while super difficult, you think, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you think you’ll bleed out— is thrilling. You feel like your nerves are on fire, and all you can do is lay there quietly, taking in each and every thrust Bakugo gives you.

Once Bakugo finds his pace, you find it harder to hold back your vocal cords. “Ah, K-Katsuki.” You moan, grasping the sheets between your fingers. “Cover my mouth.”

He looks up from your pussy to give you a sadistic smile, all teeth. His canines practically glint in the light. “Nah. Do it yourself.”

He really does live to annoy you, you think. You slap a hand over your mouth as he purposely drives his cock in a little harder, a little further, right up against your sweet spot. Squeals erupt in your throat but you’re forced to squash them down, the threat of getting caught causing the knot inside of you to tighten quick.

You wonder how Bakugo is able to keep in his groans and grunts. He’s typically vocal in bed, calling you names from his pretty princess to his slutty girl. Now, he just clenches his jaw, occasionally smirking when he sees how difficult it is for you to be quiet.

Your legs hang over his shoulders limply, his palms easily circling your ankles. Each time you squeeze around him, he tightens his hold— both as a warning to you and to steady himself.

Bakugo changes his pace, slowing down but thrusting in deeper. The motion makes you gasp, hand flying down to press your fingers against his lower abdomen.

Immediately, he stops. Red eyes glow in anger as they glare down at you. “Move your fuckin’ hand.”

You shake your head, eyes watering as you plead. “Katsuki, please. It’s too deep—”

He bends down, near inches away from your lips. “I said, move”— his thumb comes down to harshly press down on your clit— “your fuckin’ hand. I won’t ask again.”

Your eyes go wide. The authority in Bakugo’s voice reminds you of your position— his sidekick. He is your boss, technically, and you’re forced to obey. Hand shaking, you pull it back and rest it back against the bed.

He’s harder now, meaner, trying his best to get you to make noise. A few yelps escape, so you’re left to bite your fist, teeth scraping against your skin with every push of his cock. However, there is nothing you can do to stop the sound of your cunt squelching from your arousal, soaking the sheets below you.

“Can’t even keep quiet, ha?” Bakugo mumbles, fingers pulling at your clit, flicking it back and forth with his thumb. “Slutty pussy ‘s making so much noise.”

“God, Kats, ‘m gonna cum!” You whine, reaching out to squeeze his bicep. “Please, please, plea—”

In an act of mercy, Bakugo hovers down over you, his rough palm covering your mouth so that you can scream into it. He watches with satisfaction at how your eyebrows furrow, how your eyelids squeeze shut and your back arches as the orgasm flutters through your body.

He feels it, too, right in his cock. Just moments after your high ends, Bakugo buries his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder, biting to cover his groan.

The two of you lay there, panting, sweating, and wrapped in each other’s warmth.

“Y’know…” Bakugo grunts as he pulls out, hissing as he sees his cum dribble out of your folds. “We really shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

You try to hide your disappointment. “Oh?”

He catches your look. “Didn’t mean it like that.” He rolls over onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “I like ya, alright. I just don’t want to keep taking you in alleyways and empty conference rooms and shit motel beds.”

“Oh.” You can’t stop the corners of your lips from lifting. “Oh.”

“Is that all you’re going to fuckin’ say? Christ, could they not find me a more competent sidekick—”

“Hey!” You punch him in his shoulder, not really causing any damage. “I’m a great fucking sidekick!”

It truly is a wonder when the Bakugo Katsuki, the Great Explosion Murder God, levels you with a small smile. Minuscule, but genuine.

When he doesn’t speak, you huff. “You aren’t going to say anything?”

“Go to sleep.” He rolls over, closing his eyes. “We’ll fuckin’ deal with it tomorrow.”

“So much for sleeping in my filth.”

“Go to fuckin’ sleep.”

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"Yes, I'll," you moan, interrupting your own sentence as he starts to choke you, just a little.

"Dirty fuckin' slut." He rolls his eyes. "Knew you'd like that shit, tell ya what, every time you cum on my cock, you owe me a goddamn favor." You whimper again. "Good, sounds like you understand." He picks up the pace then, cutting off your breathing sporadically, bringing tears to your eyes and then letting you breathe at the last possible second. You feel him palm your breasts through your dress, letting out a soft groan of his own when you clench down on him.

"You gonna cum, stupid?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "You know if you cum," you feel his lips on your jaw, his teeth on your neck, "You know if you cum I fuckin' own you, right? You know that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his muscled back through his suit.

"That's it," he says, feeling you clench down on him, releasing some of the pressure on your wind pipe, he reaches down between your legs, watching your back arch off the wall and starts rubbing at your clit. It's so gratifying, he thinks, watching you self destruct, watching you melt in front of him, go from someone cold and intelligent to this filthy wanton mess.

You hiccup, a wet, sad little sound, and he adjusts you, releasing your throat and lifting you off the ground, hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he lifts you off your feet, holding you up and bouncing you up and down on his cock himself, feeling the way you cling to him, face buried in his neck.

"F-fuck," you choke out, "Dynamight, I'm gonna-"

"That's two favors." He rasps, "You sure you wanna, you wanna cum so bad you wanna-" you cut him off, nipping at his neck, tears welling in your eyes as you cum a second time. He feels the wetness and pulls your face out of his neck, bracing your body against the wall. "So pretty like this," he manages, his words more of a hushed gasp than a confession, "Should, should go on air like this sometime-"

"Shut up," you whine, and he laughs meanly.

"Shouldn't have said that." He says, "Shouldn't have said that at all," you feel him pick up the pace, and he stops talking, fucking you through at least one more orgasm before you feel his thrusts get sporadic.

"Pull out," you say, a degree of urgency to your voice.

"Nah." Bakugou growls. "Not gonna."

"Please," you beg, squirming a little in his iron hold, "Please I'm not-"

"Not on birth control," he grunts, "But ya let a pro fucken hero fuck you raw in an alleyway, real smart princess,"

"Please," you plead, and he shakes his head.

"M'so close," he grunts, and you can feel it, he is, you watch his teeth sink into his lower lip and feel a wave of desperation.

"Cum on my face instead!" You offer, "Please, Dynamight I-" He makes some kind of a strangled noise and moves you so quickly you barely realize what's happening, just feel your knees hit the pavement.

"Mouth open." He snaps, and you obey, closing your eyes as he cums hard, and so loudly you nearly jump at the rough, ugly sound. You feel it hit your face, and swallow the cum that lands in your mouth. "Good girl," you hear, and open your eyes to see him towering over you, bracing one thick arm against the wall. He reaches down and starts wiping at your face with a handkerchief. "It woulda been funny to leave ya like this," he says, a good natured smile tugging at his lips, "But lucky for you I'm a fuckin' gentlemen, huh?" You nod, not quite capable of speech.

"Alright," he grunts, lifting you to your feet. "How 'bout I call us a car huh?" Your legs wobble and you collapse against his chest before righting yourself, leaning against the wall and picking your purse up from where you'd put it down reluctantly on the ground.

"I can get home," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. "I can get myself home."

"I know you can," he rolls his eyes, "But we're goin' back to my place."

"Oh?" You lift your head, raising your eyebrows. He just scoffs and takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You heard me." He grins at you. "I own you now." You shiver. "Been thinkin' about puttin' ya in your place for a while, and you think I'm just gonna let you go home and never call me? Fuck off." He takes his phone out. "I'm callin' a car, and you're gonna take a shower at my place, sound good?" There's a pause and you realize this is your chance, that if you want to say no, he's giving you the option.

"Sounds good." You whisper, folding your body into his.

"Atta girl." He wraps an arm around your waist. "Atta fuckin' girl."