Aggresively Approaching

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I unzipped my jacket and hung it on the back of my desk chair while kicking my shoes off. I peeled my shirt off my body and dropped it on the floor. The sound of glass shattering echoed down the hall and into our room. I tried my best to ignore them while continuing to strip. My pants, underwear, and socks quickly joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.

I grabbed my phone from my jacket pocket and crawled into bed. I laid on my back, leaving myself exposed to my husband for when he decided to join me. While I was waiting, I looked online for a new dish set. I think I should go with a cheaper set than I have the last few times. I pulled my head away from my phone when I heard another loud crash. It wasn't a dish, but I knew what it was. It broke when I threw it, so I'm going to assume it broke this time too. I backed out of the search for a dish set and quickly went to look for a new microwave.

I added everything in my cart before checking out with same-day delivery. They're from a shop down the road, so they should be here in an hour or two. I don't know if he broke everything, but I planned on replacing all of the small appliances before I died anyway. I want Kacchan and Uraraka to have new appliances when this place is theirs. The glass shattering and loud crashing went on for another ten minutes before it went silent in the kitchen. I don't know if he's done or not, but he had to be getting close. We can't have that much left.

I set my phone on the nightstand, reached my hand down, and gently grabbed my soft member. I don't want to be completely hard when he comes in, but I don't want to look like this, either. I started stroking myself slowly, imagining it was Kacchan's strong hand wrapped around me. The thought of him touching me brought my member to life. I wasn't planning on getting myself completely hard yet, but I couldn't help it. I opened my eyes quickly when I heard a low moan from the doorway. My eyes locked with Kacchan's before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Don't let me ruin the fun." He smirked.

"Are you going to masturbate to that later?" I asked with a quiet laugh.

"Oh, you fucking bet." He set his phone on the desk and walked towards the bed, stripping from his clothes on the way. He crawled between my legs, tracing his right hand up my body on the way. When his eyes locked on mine, I began mentally preparing myself for a long night. He still had the same rage burning in his eyes that he did earlier.

He grabbed our cocks with his left hand and slowly stroked us. He bent his head down, attaching his lips to my neck. His body rocked against mine while his mouth trailed rough kisses from my collarbone to my ear. He licked my earlobe before gently sinking his teeth into my skin.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you are?" He whispered in my ear. "You gave me quite a show."

"I hope you enjoyed it." He gripped our dicks tighter, causing me to let out a quiet moan. He stroked us faster, hardly able to keep his hand around both of us. I wrapped my arms around his toned waist and dug my nails into his back. Despite complaining about how he looks like he got attacked by a feral cat, I know he loves it. Kacchan started shaking against my chest, but I didn't feel his cock pulsating against me.

"Kacchan, are you okay?" I asked quietly. When I felt his tears falling on my neck and shoulder, I knew he wasn't. I brought my hands around to his chest and pushed him back. He pulled his hand away from our cocks and set it on the mattress for support. "Kacchan, we should stop." The rage faded from his eyes, but new emotions replaced it—sorrow and hopelessness.

"I don't want to stop." I lifted my hand and wiped the tears off of his cheek. "I want this. I need this." He mumbled. Sex shouldn't be an outlet for your emotions, but I couldn't judge him on that. I've done it a few times myself.

"Kacchan, are you sure? We can do anything that you want to do." I whispered. He's helped me like this before, and I'll do the same for him. Only if he's sure that he really wants it.

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