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Tsuyu drowned a loud grunt from the walls on her throat. The hum, almost a whistle from her uncontrollable heart, she could feel it drumming on her neck in a choking way. Clouding her mind trying to control her impulses, her breathing seemed to get stuck on her chest in a heavy way. It was breaking her in a slow way.
Opening her eyes slightly, she focused on the severe red bite mark that decorated her left breast. It hurt, but the sting was numbed by the strange sensation that covered her stomach and pelvis when she felt how those two big and rough hands traveled through her moistened skin, bathed with a light layer of cold sweat that worked as an insulating of that dangerous heat that covered the body that imprisoned hers. So gritty and hot that seemed to leave a burning trail in every inch that he dared to touch.
Her tongue, so treacherous and loose, just like her, had decided to play in her favor at the moment, keeping itself still. Incapacitated from letting out, with her abrupt honesty, what she truly thought of that insistent touch against her skin.
It was a strong touch, imponent, almost possessive. Not to mention that the rigor of the dry palms, tanned by training and her own body heat, did not help much in her effort to control that it did not affect her.
The uncontrollable moan that escaped from between her lips made her frown her lips tightly. She didn't want to moan, she didn't want to make him know that those hard and wet trusts were making her feel better than she showed.
But it was impossible when he, with his maniatic way he had fighting as well as fucking, caught her by her hips and marked a fast rythm and well accompanied by her scultural pelvis that tensed with every rough movement.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could improve his bestial reaction. When he decided to take one of those long and calloused fingers to the hairless part of her crotch, sliding between her folds to the most intimate part of her, giving soft strokes with the digits of his fingers to her throbbing nub. She saw him smile at her with pleasure and arrogance when she felt the slight involuntary spasm that hit her when she felt that small detail, giving her small, circular caresses against that sensitive jewel that crowned that forbidden place that now was being used for his most sinister and morbid pleasures.
Because yes, Tsuyu could be many things, but never a fool.
Bakugou didn't love her, or cared for her sentimentally like a man usually loves a woman. And she was okay with that. In fact, she wasn't very good with relationships.
But things had gotten out of their hands.
Not because of how long that relationship has been going on, which has been since their last year of high school until now that they had graduated and started their lives as adults, fulfilling their service to society as heroes. It was because of the eyes the blonde guy had on his face right now.
Closing her eyes, she took refuge for a moment in the darkness of that room to remember. Remember for what reason she was underneath the body and sheets of a guy, moaning like a slut and purring words without any sense, whom she spoke less with in high school?
Simply...
Because of her curiosity.
She had some virtues, as both heroine and as a regular person. But her innate curiosity, dangerous and sometimes naive, wasn't one she was very proud of.
"Turn around." Tough and dry, he simply commanded with his voice. But it was his own hands, the one that so easily rolled her over against the mattress, putting her in a position that in her whole life she would have never imagined finding herself with a man.
He had no consideration while pounding her roughly again against the entrance of her wet slit, holding her by her hips as he pressed his broad chest against her back. She felt him dipping his nose against the long hair that spilled on her shoulder, bathing the pillow like dark trails of oil on a wrinkled canvas. A canvas soaked by the sweat of the two bodies.
She took one of her arms towards that thick arm, veiny and tanned, marked by both scars from battle and muscles. When she reached it she squeezed it hard on a futile attempt to brace herself and not fell onto a storm of unleashed moans.
Biting her lower lip, she mentally scolded herself for opening her mouth without speaking back then. If her younger self had had her mouth shut, none of this would have ever happened. She would not have to deal with his him, his stupid superiority complex or his more resent possessive syndrome.
"Bakugou, what's your type of girl?" One of the boys had asked, during one of those brief moments of rest that they had during their training, earning the attention of most of the class.
The ashy blonde guy, both at that moment and now, wasn't very communicative. In fact, she could only vouch that they hand only spoke one or two times going beyond a simple greeting. But, however, her thoughts and her tongue, as always, were faster than her conscious. And before she even noticed she had already spoken out loud.
"He might be gay. And with his personality, I don't think girls are for you, Baku-chan," and just like that she sighed in her own grave. "And you're not very popular among the girls..."
"You want me to show you how 'gay' I am, bitch?!" Has been his angry response.
"Would that help you define your sexuality? If it does then I won't mind helping you, I've heard there are many places that are good for that kero~" Naively, she didn't understand why most of those gathered there were looking at her with eyes open as wide as saucers and silence filled the room.
It wasn't until he took her by the neck of her suit that she saw the sinister smile he was giving her.
"I'll show you how gay I can be, frog bitch." And indeed, he did.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she started to feel those fings playing with her left nipple, twisting and pulling it with roughness, and bringing her back from her memory. An involuntary chill ran through her spine when his tongue traveled through that line from her waist to her nape.
His teeth, sharp and harmful, bit with fury the white skin of her neck until it rip it a little. The smell of blood started to blend in with the dense aroma of sweat and cum.
Going in and going out from the deepness of her being, that long member reached a highlight on her body that made her tremble without being able to stop.
She couldn't come. Inside, she should be angry for all of this. But... she was enjoying it so much.
"You know," His soft tone with that rough voice made him sound like mocking her. It was affecting her too much, "your pussy is so flexible, just like that freaky tongue of yours..." The rough pounding that accompanied his comment, drowned her in a desperate sigh. The sound that came from her lips was surely one he enjoyed for the way he maniacally started another round of uneven swings that was driving her closer and closer to the edge.
The hand that played with her breast quickly moved to her chin, forcing her to lift her head. He watched her with those cloudy reddish gems that looked dilated before he kissed her roughly. It was a dry kiss that soon became more as he started playing with her long tongue, sucking it between his lips and making it dance against his in a sensual way. He licked a small string of saliva that fell from the corner of her mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling her lower lip and pulling it in an involuntary way before he pulled back and spoke.
"Say my name. Don't say his, or I'll kill you..." Right. It was for that reason he was upset and why they had that encounter. His rough, deep tone sounded upset enough for her to not even dare to look at him.
To answer him at that moment, with her voice shaky and weak, filled with pants and moans provoked by him was the thing she wanted the least.
Just a few hours ago, she had helped her friend Midoriya capture a villain. He was one of her best friends and she refused to not help him if he needed her. But the problem was what had happened after they were finished. The cameras of the different channels had captured them right at the moment where they joined their bodies in a friendly hug.
Dozens of times, she and the hero Deku had shared hugs or other friendly shows of affection in a spontaneous way. But now as adults, where labor obligations were more than the affective. They didn't have many times where they could see each other or with any of their other partners, so she wouldn't deny a hug after such good collaboration.
The problem was when dozens of medios and gossip magazines started speculating about a possibly romantic relationship between the hero Froppy and the hero Deku.
She always believed, or better said, had the theory that Bakugou was someone very jealous. But this bordered with maniatical
The explosive way he had reacted when he heard the fake news was identical to the way the fibers disintegrated the touch of his explosions, tearing apart and breaking everything in its path
"Hmm..." she muttered between her teeth against the pillow, letting out a small whimper when she felt her orgasm run through her body with trembling spasms that left her at his mercy, being released completely against the bed.
She wouldn't say his name. She wouldn't do it since that would make it clear she was his property. She had to recover some of the little dignity she had left after climaxing in such a way because of him.
"You're unpredictable... Fuck, i'll wreack you!" She heard him say while his pelvic movement got faster. Straightening himself, he placed one of his hands on the dimples on her lower back while the other held her by her hair roughly while he continued pounding her in a hard and deep way.
The warm sensation on her stomach and the congregation of their hoarse moans, let her know he has finished. But without breaking their union, he stayed against her back, watching her breathlessly.
Laying himself against her body, he placed his lips against the start of her shoulder. There, where her snowy skin rose in a delineated curve, he sucked and dug his teeth against her. She moaned, clenching the fingers of her toes.
It hurt, but the hot tongue that licked her after was puzzling enough for her to pay attention to his lips stopping there and giving her an almost tender kiss where he bit her.
"If that stupid Deku gets close to you again and you let him hug you like that again, i'll kill the two of you. Do you understand, frog face?" Looking at his two rubies stuck on her with her olive eyes, Tsuyu knew he was being serious.
Pulling back from her, she let out a small whimper when she felt him leaving her insides while he took off the used condom from his member and tied it an expert like way with two of his fingers, throwing it to a small trash can on the side of the bed.
He laid beside her, his heavy hands falling on those deep bruises on the sides of her hips, cradling them to bring her fragile body to his arms. He laid in silence, delighting in the sight of the aftermath of her recent orgasm still having an effect on her muscles.
Tsuyu observed him firmly. She had to get up at that moment, get dressed with the few rags of fabric that were left of her suit, and leave without the guilt and the indignations of being used filled her thoughts.
But... Why couldn't she do that?
Maybe she had felt victim of her naivety and clumsy curiosity once again.
The curiosity of knowing what Bakugou was thinking at that moment. The curiosity of figuring what were those emotions that filled her body when those tanned hands touched her body.But specially, the curiosity of knowing why her chest trembled in such heartbreaking way, breaking her permanent calm, when she felt his hot breath against her skin.
Closing her eyes, she noticed the small side smirk on his face when he saw her lying exhausted on his bed.
"Baku-chan..." She whispered calmly, tiredness evident in her voice.
"What the fuck do you want?" He groaned, having a rare, fun and tranquil smile on his face.
"I still think you might be gay kero~" He let out such an angry scream before he exploded the small nightstand on his side.
Smiling, she snuggled her face on his chest and took a long sniff of his skin. Strangely, she felt his heart has calmed, numbness in a more relaxed state. Was it for her? Maybe she could figure it out another day, when the smell of cinnamon, sweat and their body fluids mixed in the air didn't numb her senses.