Chapter 1: Midnight Intrusion
The city slept under a blanket of silence at 3 a.m., the cool night air slipping through Jordyn’s open window, chilling the room just the way she liked it. She lay tangled in a thin sheet, her black bodycon lace nightgown hugging every curve of her body—full breasts straining against the sheer fabric, the hem riding high on her thighs. Moonlight spilled across her, casting shadows over the dip of her waist as she slept, unaware of the storm about to break into her world.
Bakugou Katsuki didn’t bother with subtlety. The fire escape groaned under his weight as he climbed, his hero boots scuffing against the metal. He shoved the window wider, swinging a leg over the sill with a quiet thud. His crimson eyes zeroed in on her instantly, a mix of fury and raw hunger burning in them after their earlier text fight. She’d blocked him—told him to fuck off—and now he was here to settle it, his way.
‘Wake the hell up, Jordyn,’ he barked, voice low and gravelly, slicing through the stillness.
Her eyes snapped open, heart lurching as she bolted upright. ‘Bakugou? What the fuck—how’d you get in here?’ Her words trembled with that shy edge she only showed him, but the anger from their argument lingered, sharpening her gaze. She tugged the sheet higher, covering the lace that barely hid her hardened nipples from the cold.
He stepped closer, towering over her bed, blond spikes wild and uniform rumpled. His stare dragged down her body, slow and predatory, taking in every inch of exposed skin. ‘You look like a damn tease, sleeping in that. Window open for anyone to climb in. Lucky it’s just me.’ His tone bit with that familiar meanness, but the heat beneath it was undeniable.
Jordyn’s cheeks flared, her thighs shifting under the sheet as a traitorous ache bloomed between them. Hypersexual by nature, his presence alone flipped her switch, melting her usual sass into something softer, needier. ‘Get out. I blocked you for a reason, asshole. You’re a dick to my friends, and I’m over it.’
A smirk curled his lips, dark and dangerous. He yanked the sheet away in one brutal tug, exposing her fully. The nightgown had ridden up, the lace sheer enough to reveal the dark shadow of her pussy, her legs pressing together instinctively. ‘Spread your legs, princess. We’re talking this out my way.’
Her breath hitched, eyes widening. ‘What? Hell no!’ But the protest lacked bite, her voice a shaky gasp as her hands gripped the mattress, body already betraying her with a rush of heat.
Bakugou didn’t wait for permission. With a grunt, he seized her ankles, rough palms dragging her legs apart until her thighs splayed wide, knees bent. The nightgown bunched at her waist, revealing her bare, glistening pussy, already wet despite her defiance. ‘Fuck you mean, no? You block me, but your body’s begging for this.’ His fingers tightened on her skin, leaving faint marks as he knelt between her legs, his knees pinning her open.
Jordyn whimpered, hips twitching as the cool air kissed her dripping folds. ‘Bakugou... you can’t just—’ Her words cut off, shy and breathless, that submissive side clawing free under his gaze.
‘Can’t I?’ He leaned in, one hand sliding up her thigh, possessive and unyielding, until his fingers brushed her pussy lips. He parted them, exposing her throbbing clit, his thumb circling it with deliberate pressure. ‘Look at this. Soaked already, you horny little brat. All that attitude over text, but you’re dripping for my cock.’
Her moan slipped out, soft and desperate, as her back arched off the bed. ‘I... I didn’t mean to block you. But you’re such a bastard sometimes.’ Even as she spoke, her legs trembled, opening wider for him, pussy clenching with need.
Bakugou’s smirk widened, his free hand working his belt with a sharp clink. ‘Don’t give a shit about your excuses. This is about us.’ He shoved his pants down just enough, freeing his hard cock—thick, veined, the tip already leaking as it bobbed heavily between them. He rubbed it against her slick entrance, teasing her. ‘Tell me you want it. Now.’
Her eyes locked on his length, wide and hungry, her shy facade crumbling. ‘I... I want it. Please.’ The admission burned her cheeks, but she nodded, panting softly.
With a feral growl, he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging her open. The promise of what came next hung heavy in the air—raw, explosive, and inevitable.
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