Morning Dynamite

Chapter 1: Igniting the Fuse

The first rays of dawn slipped through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the muscular frame of Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive Pro Hero known as Dynamight. He lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his hips, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of deep sleep. Beside him, you stirred, a mischievous smirk curling your lips as you watched the man who dominated battlefields but surrendered to slumber so peacefully. You weren’t just any woman—you were his equal, a force of nature in your own right, and this morning, you were in the mood to play with fire.

Sliding down the bed with the grace of a predator, you positioned yourself between his powerful thighs, your breath hot against his skin. 'Time to wake up, hero,' you murmured to yourself, your voice a low purr of anticipation. Your fingers traced the edge of the sheet, pulling it down to reveal the impressive bulge beneath his boxers. Even in sleep, Katsuki was a force—hard, ready, and all yours to command.

'Hey, dumbass, you gonna sleep all day or what?' you teased aloud, knowing full well he couldn’t hear you yet. But you’d make him. Leaning in, you pressed a slow, deliberate kiss just above the waistband, feeling the heat of his body under your lips. A low grunt escaped him, his hips twitching instinctively. 'That’s more like it,' you chuckled, your tone dripping with confidence. 'Let’s see how long you can ignore me.'

Your fingers hooked into the fabric, tugging it down to free his cock, already half-hard and begging for attention. You didn’t hesitate, wrapping your lips around the tip with a boldness that matched his own ferocity. A sharp hiss broke from his throat, his eyes snapping open as he jolted awake. 'What the—?!' he growled, voice rough with sleep, but you didn’t stop, your tongue swirling with wicked intent. 'Morning, hothead,' you mumbled around him, pulling back just enough to flash a taunting grin. 'Thought I’d give you a proper wake-up call.'

Katsuki’s crimson eyes narrowed, a mix of irritation and raw lust burning in them. 'You’ve got some nerve, woman,' he snapped, but his hand was already tangling in your hair, not to push you away, but to urge you on. 'Think you can just start shit without asking?' His voice was a low rumble, but the way his hips bucked betrayed his hunger.

'Oh, please,' you shot back, your tone sharp and playful as you licked a long stripe up his length, making him shudder. 'You love it when I take charge. Don’t pretend with me, Bakugo.' You emphasized his name with a teasing nip, drawing a curse from his lips. 'Fuck, you’re a pain in my ass,' he growled, but the way his cock throbbed under your touch told a different story.

You smirked, your eyes locking with his as you took him deeper, reveling in the way his jaw clenched, sweat already beading on his brow. 'Keep talking, hero. I’m just getting started,' you taunted, your voice vibrating against him. His grip tightened, a low moan escaping as he panted, 'You’re gonna regret this when I flip your ass over.' But you weren’t backing down—not now, not ever. Your pussy was already wet, dripping with the thrill of having him at your mercy, and you knew this was only the beginning of the explosion waiting to ignite between you.