CW: Somnophilia touching, Noncon touching, ref to noncon, dubcon
Dream Demon
Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Of course, if he wasn't so focused on being a Hero, Bakugou could've easily turned to Villainy. But that gives its own little pleasures too, so it's no big loss. Might even continue this one, well see!
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Bakugou had felt that he was patient long enough these past few months for you to notice his intentions for you. He met you outside of your apartment door each morning. No, it wasn't because he had the same fucking schedule as you. He just wanted himself to be the first man you see in the morning. He got you drinks and food to show that he could take care of you, so you'd more easily give him control of yourself.
He never lied. He always called himself an asshole and selfish jerk who take advantage and abuses others, but you refused to listen. You outright called him a liar about that point one time, and it took everything in him to not grab you by the base of your pretty skull and blow out your brain with his quirk. You just so happened to be lucky that that happened right after he started caring about you. Otherwise you'd already be dead and he'd have just satiated his lust with your corpse.
You were the only person that made him feel this... sexual about his bloody urges. You made him groan in the middle of the night at the images of your weeping form, tattered, bloody, bruised and broken from what he'd do to you. While you were in the room across from him, sleeping obliviously, he crept through the hall and used his juvenile breaking and entering experiences to pick the lock on your door.
It popped open with a hushed click and he slid into the dark hall of your apartment, mirrored to his and he crept almost knowingly through your rooms to stand above your strewn form.
Hair askew and limbs wrapped around yourself, you seemed almost dead already. He always enjoyed watching his victims sleep first because of that thought, but you were the first one to make him hard while doing it.
Maybe he was finally breaking. He heard the stupid extras who wanted to be known as villains talking in the alleys at night, about how they've delved into sick pleasures because of their duties in the dark and he thought that because he's better than all of those fucks he'd get out unmarred. But here he was now, fisting it to your unconscious form and loving the risks in the noises he made and photos he took.
He unabashed took photos with the flash on. If you woke up, he'd just fucking kill you. You weren't special beyond your ability to give him a boner. During the days between his nightly trips to your room, he did that whole baiting you trick by feeding you and making 'nice' the only way he knew how. And during the night, he'd do everything but fuck you with his cock. He'd stroke himself, rub himself against any part of you he felt like it and he'd blow his load in either your hair, your mouth or your crotch.
You sick little bitch, he'd think you knew he was there, seeing your bare crotch greet his leering eyes every night after the first night. So there his jizz would sit, to drip into your folds and sit and cool against your lips, dripping with the juices that you'd make under his ministrations.
You never went out aside from work because you were a quirkless scaredy shit, which was good for him. You didn't have friends so you were needy as fuck but he wanted you to be. And you, like the perfect little weak extra you were, fell right into the role he made for you.
All his training through these long five month culminated to this night. Thrusting his cock above your face, soft breaths and the occasional snore coming from your stupid fucking tight mouth as his pre dripped onto your limp lips and eyelids.
Biting his knuckle could only do so much to hold back the groans that he was making. The vulgar wet slaps of each thrust into his slicked fist did little to hide what he was doing above your sleeping form - not that he was trying to. And he gave up on the thought of holding back entirely when you stretched and whined loudly underneath him.
He dropped his finger from his mouth and his now-free hand was finding itself entertained by scratching and pinching a nipple through your thin night shirt. You were so fucking stupid to not have woken up yet. And this thought pushing him to the edge. His hand dragged down to your crotch and began to pump three fingers in and out of your sopping cunt harshly and he wasn't going to stop tonight.
You were gonna get fucked and when you woke up you were gonna become his. Not that you fucking weren't before, but you'll either be his victim or his property after this. It just depends on whether you scream or cry. And as he lined up with your opening, he was going to find out which it will be right now.
