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Katsuki looked up into honeyed eyes with a stuttering gasp. Large and sparkling, they almost looked as though they contained all of the cosmos and stars within them. Hundreds, thousands of bright specks glittered as she gazed upon him with an infectious, ear-splitting grin.
Involuntarily, he shivered.
Pleasant prickles cascaded up his spine and another breathy gasp croaked from his mouth without his permission. Her gaze demanded his attention. All of it. The challenging fire within them threatened to scorch him. The hungry glare demanded more, even after what felt like hours upon hours of teasing and overstimulation threatened to swallow him whole. He was no longer sure where he was, mind swimming in a blissed out fog of arousal. Boneless in her arms, his heart galloped in his chest, ready to burst out of its confines, and his pulsing, weeping dick coated in slick. It stood tall, craning as high as it possibly could, practically begging for more attention despite how tender it felt. His mind was sluggish, unable to comprehend what had happened, how they had gotten here—
And even though there should have been a million questions, faint alarm bells blaring in the deepest recesses of his mind, he could not have cared less. He just wanted more. Of her. The strange woman with the large eyes, who had bestowed upon him these inexplicable sensations that were unlike any he had ever experienced. Never in his whole life had he cum that hard. Or that often. Nor had he screamed himself hoarse from the immense pleasure building up inside him. It had coiled in the pit of his stomach, winding tighter and tighter until his toes curled painfully and he blasted over the edge. Almost violently, white exploded and spilled all over the floor. Again.
Katsuki blinked blearily at the mess he had made. How many times had it been? How often had she made him tip over the edge and innocently giggled at the feat? Sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn’t even muster enough energy to grimace at the scene before him. That was a lot of spunk. Katsuki hadn’t thought it humanly or physically possible to cum this much in an entire month; let alone in a matter of hours; at least he thinks it has been hours, but he is no longer sure. All he can register is what lays before him. White spattered across the floor. No longer thick and viscous, the liquid pooled and mixed with all the other fluids, practically translucent, almost glowing in the dimly lit space. There it all lay, like a Jackson Pollock under the ultraviolet light in shimmering fluorescent hues. Sweat, drool, his spunk and her… juices.
Even some tears of ecstasy had been spilled — by him no less. Somewhere along the way, once his mind had shut itself down and tossed reason out the window, he vaguely recalled rambling. Incessantly. Katsuki, much to his surprise, had practically been babbling and begging to cum from all her edging before she took pity on him and granted him mercy. Now, he was little more than a whimpering mess; lungs burning in the aftermath, as he shook like a leaf. Everything felt tender. Raw.
Soft fingers reached out with squishy pads and stroked the hair from his forehead. Unfathomably cold and yet searingly hot to his skin, he welcomed the grounding touch. It helped him feel connected to his body, to find himself amongst the endorphins and her sweet scent filling his nose. He relished it. Katsuki’s eyes fluttered shut, exhausted and spent. He swore to himself not to move a single muscle for as long as possible – not that he could. He was going to sleep and rest and recover from… from that. Whatever the hell that was.
Katsuki was on the verge of passing out, gentle caresses coaxing his body to relax. Slow and pensive, her fingers trailed along his body and he felt his mind begin to drift peacefully, but when she said those final words, spoken ever so softly that they were barely more than a whisper, he suddenly felt wide awake. His heart skipped a beat in giddy anticipation. When her sweet breath feathered over flushed cheeks and she left a trail of kisses along his jaw with a content purr that rippled through him, well, he practically melted.
“Good job, number one.”, she cooed and Katsuki’s spent dick twitched, eager to spring back into action despite the exhaustion. Her hands slid over the top of his shoulders and found purchase on his rapidly rising and sinking chest that was attempting to suck in enough air into his aching lungs. Her saccharine voice carried into his ears and he felt his mind turn to goo once more beneath her as she rolled onto him. Like a weighted blanket, she enveloped him in a soothing manner that had all of his thoughts flying far, far away from his blissed out state and aching body.
“Rest. We will go again later… just to make extra sure we get pregnant, yeah? You can, right? You’re my number one stallion,aren’t you, Katsuki?”
Katsuki deliriously nodded, a smug grin plastered across his face. Fuck yeah he was! He was her number one. Another round sure as hell sounded good and, as long as he was the best, what more could he ask for?
For most of his life, Katsuki Bakugo dreamt of infinite darkness. Black and shapeless, it surrounded him. Or, if he did dream, it was of such little importance that he could not remember anything when his alarm announced the ensuing morning. Every day, he rose early, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and with it any remnants of what could have been lingering thoughts on his mind that his subconscious might have tried to convey to him. He always left the dream world in bed. Heeding it no mind, he charged forward in his unrelenting mission to become the best. Be it sports, academics, or at his job, he’s always wanted to be number one. A winner.
“Sleep,” she commanded, and eventually, now that he finally felt like one, his dreams burst into brilliant colour – a rich tapestry of all the hues imaginable and, at its very center, the otherworldly angel that had chosen him of all people. Him. Her arms spread wide, ready to welcome him.
As he drifted to sleep, he thought this is what happiness was.