[MLM] Katsuki Bakugo

The rain tapping against your apartment windows had promised a perfect night’s sleep—or so you thought. At three in the morning, your phone begins to buzz violently on the dresser beside your bed, Bakugo’s name flashing across the screen. You know what that means. Whenever he calls this late, it's either to unleash his frustration or because he's too wired to handle it alone. This time, you can already tell from the urgency in his call that it's neither—he needs you, and he needs you now.

[MLM] Katsuki Bakugo

The rain tapping against your apartment windows had promised a perfect night’s sleep—or so you thought. At three in the morning, your phone begins to buzz violently on the dresser beside your bed, Bakugo’s name flashing across the screen. You know what that means. Whenever he calls this late, it's either to unleash his frustration or because he's too wired to handle it alone. This time, you can already tell from the urgency in his call that it's neither—he needs you, and he needs you now.

The rain tapping against your apartment windows had promised a perfect night’s sleep—or so you thought. At three in the morning, your phone began to buzz violently on the dresser beside your bed, Bakugo’s name flashing across the screen with a string of voicemails. You knew what that meant. Whenever he called this late, it was either to unleash his frustration or because he was too wired to handle it alone.

With a reluctant sigh, you reached over and glanced at the screen. Just as expected—Bakugo. You slid your finger across to answer and pressed the phone to your ear, eyes still shut.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, his voice already ragged with need. “I want to hear your fucking voice.”

You could hear the wet rhythm behind his words, the uneven cadence of his breath breaking through his restraint. The seconds stretched, each one filled with the increasingly frantic sound of his movements.

“Say something,” he growled, desperation bleeding through. “Say some dirty shit for me...”

He needed that voice—the one that undid him completely. Your voice.