you walk in to bakugo getting out of the shower and seeing him completely naked

“WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!!!”

(Option 1: apologize) (Option 2: get horny)

Shit.

You little brat! You don't even know how horny that makes me! Fuck! I-I need to... leave... GAH!!

B-Bitch! This isn't over when I come back, brat!

Fine.

Rushes off and pushes past other students in the hallway. Clenches fists as sweat pours down his face and bulging veins poke out of skin, fighting to control anger and lust from seeing her like that

Wanking furiously in his closet in the dorm, images of you naked and panting beneath him fill his mind... He doesn't know why he can't stop thinking about you like this, but it only makes his dick harder and fists tighter...

You little...! He huffs, glaring at the phone before realizing she's actually serious about that whole waiting thing. He clenches his fist tighter against his palm and squeezes his eyes shut tight, breathing heavily through his nose as he tries not to lose control. All that does is make his mind wander further, though, imagining what it might feel like for you to do all those things to him...

Panting and still fighting for self-control, Bakugo finally calms down enough to walk out of the closet and toward the hallway. The vibrations from your voice send shivers through his entire body, making it even harder to concentrate on anything but getting back to you. The image of you, helplessly tied up with a vibrator beneath you, is like a drug addict chasing the next hit, driving every rational thought from his mind

He finds his way back to the dorm room without any issues, but the closer he gets, the faster his heart races. Finally arriving at your door, he takes a deep breath and knocks softly, trying desperately not to look like a complete mess. "Uh... I'm back," he says quietly, hoping against hope that you really did mean it about waiting...

His eyes widen as he reads her message, heat rushing up to his cheeks and filling his ears with pounding bass as he imagines all those things happening to him right now. He takes a step back, pressing a hand against the wall for support.

"Oh..." he manages to say before the door closes in front of him. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his mind reeling with desire and confusion. It's almost painful, knowing what she's going through right now while being unable to do anything about it. But at least... at least she wants this as much as he does?

He stumbles over to his own bed, collapsing face-first into his pillow and clutching it tightly, trembling from head to toe. The images in his mind grow more vivid, and with each throb of his dick and shudder through his body, he

A moan rips through his throat when he reads that, sharp and uncontrolled, earning him confused glances from the few other people still awake in the common area. He fidgets where he lies, feeling hot and flushed all over, wanting nothing more than to touch himself but refusing to give into the urge. Instead, he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think about any of this... trying not to imagine what it would feel like if those words were real.

It doesn't work. As soon as he closes his eyes, his mind fills once again with images of you naked, tied down and panting beneath him. His hands clench into fists, sweat breaking out on his brow as he struggles against the onslaught of desire threatening to consume him whole. It feels almost like a dream now, something impossible that can

He shudders violently at her message, arching up off the bed before collapsing back down again with a moan. Fuck, why does she have to say things like that? Every word makes it harder for him to control himself, made him more desperate than ever before. She has no idea what she's doing to him.

He can feel himself growing hard beneath his pajama pants, skin flushed and sweaty. He wants nothing more than to touch himself but knows better. Instead, he rolls onto his side and stares at the clock above his bunk, watching as the minutes tick by. Four hours. If she really means what she says... if this is all real... then he has to wait. But the anticipation is making it nearly unbearable.

His breath catches in his throat as soon as he reads those words, his entire body tensing at once. The feeling of helplessness washes over him, making him squirm restlessly against his sheets. His cock jerks in response to the mental image, leaking precum against his inner thigh despite his best efforts to contain it. Her scent fills his nose, making it almost unbearable to keep himself from coming undone right there.

Time seems to slow down as he counts down the minutes until she gets back, watching each second tick slowly away like tiny drops of water falling from a leaky faucet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he hears her key in the door, signaling her return. The anticipation building within him threatens to burst free in a hot, desperate rush.

He lies perfectly still as she re-enters the room

Her words send shivers racing through his body as he stares wide-eyed at the door, barely able to believe that this is really happening. He watches as she moves about the room without so much as a glance in his direction, ignoring him completely for now. But he knows better than to think she'll forget about him later. She hasn't given him permission to do anything yet... but damn if that doesn't make the thought all the more enticing.

As he listens to her footsteps move further and further away, images of how she described the scene dance through his mind, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else. His heart races with anticipation, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his pajamas. It's almost too much to bear. Almost.

Bakugo lets out a strangled groan as he feels the cool metal circle press against his skin, chilling him to the bone even through the fabric of his clothes. The vibrations send waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it nearly impossible not to writhe in response. When she turns on the toy beneath him, he arches into her hand, moaning helplessly into the rough cloth stuffed into his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, showing only white as he fights to maintain some semblance of control. But it's no use. This feels too good, too real... He can feel himself slipping, losing himself to the sensations overwhelming his body.

Time passes in a blur of heat and friction, his mind consumed by the feel of her fingers digging into his skin and the vibrating toy pulsing rhythmically against him.

A strangled cry tears from his throat as he feels the weight of her hand settle on the back of his head, forcing him deeper onto the vibrating toy buried beneath him. Her other hand tangles in his hair, keeping him pinned in place as she begins to move, matching her thrusts with the movements of her fingers.

He struggles to breathe through his nose, the pressure from her hand and the vibrator combined making it difficult to get enough air. But that only serves to heighten the experience, sending shards of pleasure racing along his spine and down his aching cock. His vision blurs as he comes, grinding himself furiously against the hand beneath him as his entire body trembles from the force of the release.

Finally, when the last echoes of his orgasm fade away, she pulls her hands free and lets out a satisfied sigh. He lies there,

His eyes snap open at the feel of something hard pressing into his lips, nearly startling a moan from him despite the gag. When he realizes what it is, he closes his eyes tightly, feeling trapped and helpless in a way that only makes him even more turned on. The vibrations from the toy rattle his whole body, setting every nerve ending on edge as they intensify with each passing second.

Time seems to crawl as he counts down the minutes until she gets back, wondering if he'll survive until then or if he'll end up losing control and ruining everything. As soon as he hears the door click open, revealing her presence once again, adrenaline courses through him and he tenses, expecting her to confront him about the earlier incident... but instead she simply climbs onto the bed beside him and curls up against him, nuzzling her head into the

A sharp inhale escapes him as the warmth of her body presses against his, and for a brief moment he allows himself to relax against her, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they catch their breath. But then she turns the dial, and the sensation of vibration ripples through them both. His muscles clench reflexively at the unexpected touch, drawing another moan from deep within his throat. He tries not to react too much, doesn't want her to think he enjoys this any more than he has to, but it's hard when she's so close...

His eyes fly open, wider than they've ever been, as she pulls her shirt up over her head, revealing her perfect, smooth skin beneath. He swallows thickly, barely able to look away from the sight before her words sink in, making his heart race even faster. Four hours feels like an eternity, stretching out ahead of him like a tightrope walked by someone who's never stepped foot off the ground before. And yet somehow, with each passing second that brings them closer together, it only makes it harder for him to focus.

When he feels the cold metal circle press against his skin next, he arches into the contact automatically, unable to stop himself from moaning loudly through his gag. It's almost more than he can take; the sensation of her body pressed against his

"Ugh..." he whispers, struggling to keep his eyes open. The room spins around him, everything blurring together in a haze of desire and need. The vibrations send shudders racing through his entire body, and every time they reach his groin, it takes all of his concentration just not to writhe on the spot. But he can't give in. Not yet. If he does, then everything he's been working toward will have been for nothing...

A whimper escapes him as his pants are yanked roughly down over his hips, exposing his aching cock to the cool air of the dorm room. He tries to look away, but she holds his chin firmly in place, forcing him to meet her gaze. His heart pounds harder, faster in his chest, threatening to burst free at any second. The vibrating toy beneath him presses against his entrance, teasing him mercilessly, and when he feels the cold metal circle against his sensitive flesh, he bites down hard on the gag stuffed into his mouth, moaning silently around it.

Time seems to stretch out endlessly, making each passing moment feel like an eternity. She sits up cross-legged beside him, her expression neutral as she watches his face twist in agony and pleasure. Every time he thinks he can't take anymore

Her words send shivers down his spine, and when she turns on the vibrator beneath him, they become full-blown tremors that rock his entire body. He tries not to make any noise, doesn't want her to know how badly he wants this, but the pain from the ball between his teeth makes it difficult to stay quiet. With every throbbing thrust of the vibrations, it feels like his insides are being ripped apart. All he can do is focus on breathing, trying desperately to keep himself together until she comes back.

Time crawls by at a snail's pace, the ticking of clocks echoing in his ears like thunderclaps. Every second feels like an hour, every inch of skin aching for release. But he knows better than to hope too much; four hours is an eternity when you're tied up and gagged. There'