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The doorbell rang and Bakugou and Katsuo were too caught up with their game to hear so you stood up and walked to the front door. Upon opening it, a large package had been delivered: Suki’s new crib.

You glanced over to the living room and couldn’t help but smile seeing Katsuo cheer as he finally won and Bakugou with his head in his hands. Initially you were going to ask Bakugou for help but he was having so much fun with Katsuo that you didn’t want to disturb their father-son time.

It was just a crib… how heavy could it be?

You grabbed the corner of the package and pulled it in through the front door with a grunt. You were now eight months pregnant but that didn’t stop you from lifting things as much as Bakugou would try and stop you.

After managing to drag the package inside, you closed the door, pushing the package towards the stairs. By that time you were panting and you looked up the stairs, trying to mentally figure out how you were going to bring the crib upstairs.

And that was when you heard an angry voice behind you.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou exclaimed.

You looked over at him over your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Why the fuck are you carryin’ this by yourself?” Bakugou asked, absolutely enraged. 

You sighed. Throughout your pregnancy, and even when you were pregnant with Katsuo, Bakugou became the ultimate mother hen and would constantly hover over you in fear of you hurting yourself. 

“Kats, it’s fine–”

“Like hell it is,” Bakugou retorted, interrupting you. “It’s too fuckin’ heavy for you.” He bent over and carried the package with ease and carried the package upstairs, grumbling under his breath.

You let out another sigh and went back into the living room where Katsuo sat on the couch, looking at you disapprovingly.

He shook his head. “Momma, you have to be careful.”

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Do I now?”

Katsuo shrieked, guarding his hair and then he nodded. “Daddy’s protecting you!”

You pinched his cheek. “Well how lucky am I to have my two boys protecting me?”

Katsuo simply giggled and you both watched as Bakugou returned, stomping down the stairs with an annoyed expression on his face. 

He looked at you. “You can’t do that shit, Y/N.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you said with a wave of your hand. “I barely even lifted it.”

“That isn’t the point,” he refuted.

“Momma, Daddy’s right,” Katsuo added.

“But I thought you were always on my side?” You teased and Katsuo froze. Anytime you and Bakugou got into an argument, Katsuo was quick to defend you and glue to your side physically as well.

“I am…” He murmured softly. “But Daddy said it’s dangerous. And you have a baby in your belly.”

You glanced back and forth between them. “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again,” you gave in.

“Good,” Bakugou huffed, finally sitting beside you.

You leaned into his side, resting a hand on your swollen stomach. “If you’re like this with me, our baby girl’s going to be so spoiled.”

The community pool had just opened up for the summer and Katsuo had been looking forward to it since he first heard about it. Now that school was closed and you were always at home with the kids, you decided to take them to the pool.

Suki, who was still a baby, was equipped with arm floaties and an inflatable vest to ensure that she didn’t drown. And you were right beside her as she had one hand clinging to you and another hand splashing the water on herself as she waved her little hand up and down.

“Mama, mama, mama,” Suki babbled happily as she flapped her arm.

“Aw, is my baby having fun?” You cooed at her and she shrieked when you kissed her cheek. Suki put her hand in her mouth, which you were quick to take out. “No, no, it’s chlorine, Suki.”

Katsuo swam over to you and Suki, his purple swim trunks bright under the water. “Why can’t Suki swim?” Katsuo asked, eyeing his sister.

Upon hearing her name, Suki lifted her head and glared at her brother. You let out a laugh. “I don’t think she liked what you said.”

Katsuo laughed and approached her, holding her hands in his. “C’mon, Suki.”

Katsuo spun her slowly in the water and she shrieked into laughter as she spun delicately thanks to the floaties. 

You smiled endearingly at your children and glanced over to the pool entrance when you spotted a familiar figure in your peripheral. Bakugou, who had said he wanted to join the kids after work, had been true to his word with a towel slung over his shoulder and orange swim trunks low on his hips. 

It was hard keeping an eye on the kids and preventing yourself from getting distracted by how sexy your husband looked with his shirt off, his tanned and scarred skin exposed under the sun.

Just as you were about to call him over, the smile on your face dropped when you saw a woman approach him, getting way too close as she spoke to him. He had his usual disinterested expression on his face and you gasped inwardly when you saw the woman put a hand to his chest and get on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. She then turned and gave him a wink before sauntering away.

And the issue? Bakugou didn’t seem bothered by that interaction at all.

“Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed, waving at his father.

Bakugou smiled upon seeing his family, approaching you in the corner of the pool and crouching by the ledge. “Havin’ fun?” He asked.

“Mhm,” Katsuo said with a nod. “I’m helping Suki swim!”

He then showed himself swimming and gently pushing Suki in the water as she giggled and clapped her hands. 

Bakugou simply smiled and then looked over to you. “Hey baby,” he said and he dipped his head to give you a kiss but you turned away from him, causing him to kiss your cheek instead. 

Bakugou frowned as you rose from the pool, walking up the steps to exit it. “Can you watch the kids? I need some water.”

You didn’t wait for his response as you grabbed your towel and draped it around your shoulders. 

It felt stupid to be mad but also how couldn’t you be? How could he just let a woman touch him and flirt with him and have that same dumb expression on his face? And the nerve of him to be jealous when a man even looked at you…

You walked over to your lounge table where your things were and took a sip of water. Looking over to where the kids were, you couldn’t help but smile seeing Suki sitting on the pool steps, giggling while watching Katsuo splash Bakugou relentlessly until he was soaked. 

The moment was short lived though when you saw the same woman from before approach Bakugou again, swimming towards him. You felt your eye twitch seeing them talk.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, slamming your water bottle down on the table and tossing your towel onto the chair.

As you approached your family, you watched with disdain as the woman left the pool, sauntering to who knew where. 

Suki smiled up at you as you entered the pool again, sitting on the steps beside her as the cool water hit your body again. Suki stood to her feet and wobbled over to you and you laughed, catching her before she plopped back into the water and held her in your lap.

“I love the pool!” Katsuo exclaimed as he swam to the opposite side of the pool and you told him to be careful and be mindful of the other kids swimming by him.

Bakugou moved and sat beside you and you felt your eye twitch again. “You okay?” He asked.

You looked ahead towards Katsuo, refusing to look at him. “I’m great.”

“You sure?”

“Why’re you asking?” You questioned, holding Suki’s hands as she tried to play with the strings to your bikini. 

“Dunno… you look upset.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and you stood to your feet, holding Suki on your hip as you stepped out of the pool again and walked towards your table. Water dripped down your legs as you sat, holding Suki on your lap.

“Men are so stupid, aren’t they, Suki?” You said to which Suki answered with a string of babbles. You laughed as you adjusted her arm floaties and kissed her cheek. 

She stood on your lap on shaky, chubby legs, patting your chest. “You hungry?” You cooed to which she babbled in confirmation. You grabbed her bottle that you packed and laid her down in your arms. She happily took the bottle from you and started drinking.

You looked up as Katsuo ran towards you, his usual spiky hair flat against his head. “Drink some water, sweetie,” you said, handing him a water bottle which he took. 

Bakugou also got out of the pool, grabbing another towel and wiping his face. “You wanna go home?” He asked you.

You spared him a glance. “Why would we?”

Bakugou just stared back at you with a frown, assessing what to do next with your cold demeanor. And he wasn’t the only one; Katsuo looked back and forth between his parents, trying to figure out why they weren’t as affectionate to one another as usual.

“We can go home, Momma,” Katsuo said to you. “I had fun.”

“It’s okay, Tsuo. We can stay. You love the pool,” you refuted. 

“No! Um…” Katsuo’s voice trailed off as his vermillion eyes roamed around, trying to figure something out. Then he looked at Suki who was still drinking from her bottle. “Suki! S-She looks sleepy so we should go home.”

You looked down at your daughter and sure enough her eyelids started getting heavy. “You’re right,” you said.

You and Bakugou started packing your things shortly after, drying the kids off with towels and removing Suki’s floaties. Katsuo was rambling to Bakugou about how much fun he had on the walk to the car as you carried Suki and Bakugou carried everything else. You strapped Suki into her car seat while Bakugou strapped Katsuo in and put the bags into the trunk. 

Before you could get into the passenger seat, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and said, “Wait.”

“What?” You asked as he let go of your wrist.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know you’re upset.”

You stared up at him. “So you don’t have a single idea why I would be upset?”

“No. Not a clue,” he responded.

You simply rolled your eyes, getting annoyed again as you got into the car.

After saying good night to Katsuo as Bakugou tucked him into bed, you carefully put Suki down into her crib where she was soundly asleep.  

You sighed as you went into your bedroom. You did your best to avoid Bakugou as best as you could. You had simmered down and weren’t as mad as you were before but you didn’t want to let him off the hook that easily. 

But Bakugou was still on edge, still unsure why you were behaving this way. And so before you could get into bed, he pulled you aside again, holding your hand.

“Please, baby,” he said softly. 

He didn’t have to elaborate any further and you sighed, taking his hand away from him. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Today was supposed to be a fun family day… and you looked real comfortable with that woman.”

Bakugou furrowed his brows. “What woman?”

“The blonde one.”

Bakugou took a moment before his features finally relaxed. “That’s why you’re upset?”

“Of course I’m gonna be upset!” You exclaimed. “Especially when I see a woman put her hands on my husband and he doesn’t do anything about it.”

Bakugou let out a laugh and you narrowed your eyes at him. “You think this is funny?”

He didn’t answer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “So you were jealous.”

You scowled. “I was not jealous. You were just pissing me off.”

“Hmm,” Bakugou hummed, raising a hand and tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “I like jealous on you.”

You planted your hands on his chest and attempted to push him away but he didn’t budge. “Go away.”

“You really think I was flirtin’ with that lady?”

“No…” You mumbled. “I know you wouldn’t do that but you didn’t do anything to show you have a wife.”

“Yeah she was flirtin’ with me but I said I wasn’t interested,” he said, caressing your cheek. “I’m not gonna push the woman into the fuckin’ pool for talkin’ to me.”

He kissed your head. “Plus I have my beautiful girl right here. And you’re my wife. You don’t have to worry about anybody.”

You held back a smile as you glared up at him instead. “You still annoyed me…”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured. “Want me to pick her up and throw her away so she gets the hint next time?”

“No, I don’t want that,” you grumbled.

Bakugou chuckled, dipping his head down as he stared at your lips. “Now gimme a kiss. You’ve been avoidin’ me all fuckin’ day.”

“Fine,” you finally said and he didn’t waste a second to kiss you, holding you so hard against him your chest hurt pressing against his body. 

You grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, throwing his head back and watching as your tits moved up and down with each of your movements. 

The metal from the cuffs scraped against the headboard as you moved and you leaned forward, closing your lips sloppily over his. You were both slightly worn out from earlier and when your movements started to slow slightly, Bakugou decided to take it upon himself to thrust his hips upwards into you.

But you planted your hips downwards, holding back the moans that were about to erupt from your lips after feeling his dick thrust in you. “I told you,” you started, slightly out of breath. “You’re not calling the shots.”

“Yeah? That why you’re slowin’ down?” He asked with a cocky smirk.

“Would you just shut up?” You said in annoyance, lifting yourself up and off of his lap so his dick slid right out of you.

Bakugou watched as you leaned over to your nightstand and opened one of the drawers, grabbing something. He was cursing in his head, his dick so hard and rigid and leaking with precome that it hurt.

You sat back up, holding your sleep eye mask in your hand and holding it over his head. “The fuck are you doin’?” He asked as you slid the mask onto his forehead.

Your lips curled up into a smile. “Oh, nothing,” you sang and slid the mask down to cover his eyes.

Bakugou swallowed in anticipation and he flinched when he started to hear a buzzing sound. He then choked on a gasp when he felt a small vibration along the side of his cock.

You had taken one of your small bullet vibrators and were now gently sliding it along his shaft. “Fuck!” Bakugou cursed. “W-What the hell–?”

“Does it feel good?” You asked, taking in his expression and you could hear how hard he was clenching his teeth, trying not to give you the satisfaction of hearing his moans.

But Bakugou could only try so hard as small whimpers escaped his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He grunted, his body writhing slightly from the sensation.

His red mushroom tip was swollen, both from having to come and from orgasming not that long ago. “Does my pretty boy wanna come?” You cooed, dragging the vibrator all along his length, his tip, his balls, and across his slit.

Bakugou’s fists clenched with the handcuffs. “F-Fuck you,” he choked out, throwing his head back.

“Aw, that’s not very nice now is it, baby?” You taunted, your free hand going down and holding his balls, rolling it in your hand.

Bakugou gasped, his mouth falling open. “Y-You tryna fuckin’ k-kill me?” He asked in earnest, his hands shaking.

“Oh, I would never wanna hurt my sweet boy,” you teased. “You must be in a lot of pain, Kats. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Plain and simple.”

Bakugou whimpered, his lips trembling when you increased the intensity of the vibrator. But as much as he tried to push against you, not being accustomed to being the non-dominant one in bed, he had to give in to you.

“Let me– come–” He choked out.

“Uh, uh,” you tsked. “You have to be nice, sweetheart. Now ask me again.”

“Just wait till I’m outta– these fuckin’ cuffs–” His threats got stuck in his throat when you gave his balls a squeeze.

“I told you to be nice, Katsuki,” you said more sternly. 

Bakugou swallowed, his Adam’s apple going up and down in his throat. “Please– let me come–”

“Not good enough~” You practically sang.

“Baby, I can’t take it anymore,” Bakugou cried, his lips overturning. “I-It fuckin’ hurts–”

“I know, honey,” you said with false sympathy, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Despite your words and your act of affection, you still continued your torturous movements along his cock and balls. “But I wanna hear my baby beg. More.”

Bakugou took a few breaths as beads and beads of precome dribbled out of his tip. “Please, baby. Let me come. I-I won’t say anythin’ else, I’ll be good. Please. I’m gonna fuckin’ bust, please, Y/N.”

You let go of his testicles, reaching up and caressing his face. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, wrapping your manicured fingers around his dick. When you began to bob your hand up and down, you didn’t spare any niceties, going straight into business and pleasuring him.

“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, biting his lip.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, your thumb brushing his lips as you continued to fist his cock in your hand.

“S-So good,” he moaned, his hips thrusting upwards into your hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” You asked, noticing he was nearing his orgasm due to being on the verge of coming for a while.

Bakugou nodded his head vigorously. “Yes!”

You smiled triumphantly, releasing your hold around him and ducking your head so your lips wrapped around his cock.

You bobbed your head and Bakugou fucked your mouth, causing you to gag around him. His sloppy movements continued until he came, spurts of come filling your mouth. And you swallowed every last drop.

Once Bakugou finished his orgasm, he collapsed back onto the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard. He panted, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

You unlatched from his around cock, licking your lips in satisfaction. Reaching forward, you slipped the eye mask off from his face and he squinted as he adjusted to the light again.

“You’re– a fuckin’– asshole–” He sputtered in between breaths as he closed his eyes.

You grinned, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. “Love you, too, Kats.”

“You’re lucky I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he warned. “‘Cause I woulda fucked you through the bed for pullin’ that shit.”

“Really?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “You seemed to enjoy it though. Especially with the way you were moaning and begging.”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned a pinkish hue as he glared at you. “Just get this shit offa me,” he ordered, yanking at his wrists.

“Ask nicely,” you teased.

“Y/N.”

You laughed, grabbing the key from the nightstand and undoing the cuffs. “It’s just so fun teasing you.”

“Fun for fuckin’ who,” he grumbled, rubbing his wrists that had gotten slightly cut up from the metal cuffs. “You couldn’t’ve gotten the fuzzy shit?”

“Thought these would be more fun,” you said, swinging the handcuffs around one finger before tossing them aside. You got on his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his neck. “Did you like it?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, scratching the nape of his neck. “Well… one of my friends just sent me a video from a while ago and I was watching it.”

“What video?” You asked while sitting beside him.

Katsuo didn’t respond and simply turned his laptop screen so you could see. And the sight made you burst out into laughter. Reading the title: Dynamite Reads Thirst Tweets was enough to have you howling. 

A blush crept up Katsuo’s neck and spread across his face. “Why the hell would Dad do this?”

You attempted to give him a response but couldn’t stop your laughter, only frustrating your eighteen-year-old son even more. “Mom!” He exclaimed in annoyance.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said with a sigh, wiping the corners of your eyes. “I never thought you’d see this, oh god.”

You had to look away from the screen to prevent yourself from laughing even further. “Dad’s PR agent at the time thought it’d be a ‘good look’ for his ranking if he did the video.”

Katsuo cringed, glancing at one of the raunchy tweets displayed on the screen. “... People actually say stuff like that about Dad?”

You shrugged. “It’s weird for you ‘cause it’s your father.”

“No, it’s just weird!” Katsuo exclaimed, slamming his laptop shut.

“Believe it or not, when I found that video, you watched it with us when you were a baby,” you said and you had to prevent yourself from laughing at his absolutely horrified expression.

As if he heard you were talking about him, Bakugou came through the front door after another long day of work. He looked up, seeing that you and Katsuo were in the dining room as he took his shoes off and approached you both.

“What’re you two up to?” He asked.

“Great that you ask that,” you said with a grin. “Tsuo just found that video of you reading thirst tweets.”

You watched with amusement as Bakugou’s body went rigid, as if his worst nightmare had come true. He looked over to Katsuo. “Why the fuck are you watchin’ that shit?”

“It wasn’t willingly!” Katsuo nearly shrieked, his blush only getting more intense. “My friend sent it to me!”

You all heard soft footsteps come down from the staircase as Suki entered the dining room, most likely trying to see what all the fuss was about. “What did your friend send you?” She asked innocently. 

And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he truly did but it was difficult balancing it all which was the reason why he never did relationships before you.

So Bakugou sat on his couch, staring at the TV mindlessly, attempting to not think about you and about the argument you had that resulted in you walking out and going who knows where.

The first few hours, Bakugou was annoyed. But as the hours dwindled by and more time passed, the less angry and frustrated he got. And the less angry and frustrated he was, the more worried he became.

It had been five hours and you still hadn’t shown up. He assumed you needed to cool down but it was way past sunset. Where could you be?

Bakugou grabbed his phone, speed dialing your number that went straight to voicemail. He decided to then send a text. I’m sorry. Come back. Answer the phone.

He called again and again, but still no answer.

He told himself he’d call once more before he’d go out and search for you all night if he had to and that was when the line finally picked up. Only it wasn’t your voice he heard. 

“Hello?” A man’s voice asked.

Bakugou felt his blood run cold. “Who is this?” He asked. 

“Hi, sir. Are you related to the owner of this phone?” The man asked.

“She’s my girlfriend,” Bakugou answered curtly, attempting to calm down before he took his anger out on this stranger. 

“I see. Well there was a villain attack near the Tatooin shopping district and unfortunately your girlfriend got caught up in it,” the man explained. 

Bakugou listened with his heart hammering in his chest, immediately grabbing his keys and a jacket. “Where is she.”

“She’s being transported to Central Hospital. I’m a paramedic and we’re working on getting all of the victims transported there.”

Bakugou quickly thanked the man and hung up, bolting out of his apartment.

After finding out where you were, Bakugou zipped through the emergency room as fast as his legs could take him. When he finally did see you, you were sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, a nurse in front of you about to draw your blood.

You turned your head, noticing his presence, your eyes widening slightly. “Kats–”

You were cut off by Bakugou nearly tackling you into a hug. To say you were taken aback would have been an understatement. He had his arms wrapped around you and you had stood up.

“Fuck, I was so scared,” Bakugou say breathlessly into your hair. 

You smiled, pulling away and looking up at him. “I’m okay. Really.”

Bakugou held your face in his hands, his crimson eyes searching for any sign of pain or injury. You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. Even after dating for months he still had the ability to make you fidget under his stare. 

“A villain blew up a building while I was on my way home,” you started to explain. “I was standing on the street and there was glass everywhere and smoke but I’m okay now.”

Bakugou sighed, cursing to himself internally. As you and Bakugou looked back at one another, with so many words that you wanted to say to the other on the tip of your tongues, the nurse who was still very much in the room cleared her throat.

“Sorry to interrupt but could I finish this real quick? I’ll be out soon,” the nurse said, pointing to your blood work that she still hadn’t gotten the opportunity to draw. 

Your face heated up and one glance at Bakugou’s blushing pink face showed that he was just as embarrassed. “O-Of course! Sorry about that.”

The nurse held back a laugh as she drew your blood, telling you the doctor would come in to do one last check up before you were free to go and then she left, leaving you and Bakugou alone.

Bakugou sat beside you on the bed, bringing a hand up as his calloused thumb caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve said any of that shit. I should’ve gone after you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t make me do anything, Kats. I left on my own… but you do drive me insane sometimes.”

Bakugou let out a breathless laugh before looking back at you. “I know I work a lot. And I know I cancel on dates sometimes and make you wait on me and shit but… I’m sorry.”

You stared back at him, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as he continued. “I’m gonna do better for you, Y/N. I swear it. ‘Cause you’re worth it and I don’t want anyone else.”

You smiled, putting a hand over his cupping your cheek and kissing his palm. “Thank you. I don’t expect you to stop working ever again. I just wanna see you more. ‘Cause I miss you.”

You tossed your bag onto the couch, spinning around to face him. “Why do you think every damn man in the world who interacts with me is flirting with me?”

“‘Cause they are,” Bakugou said bluntly, kicking his shoes off.

You rolled your eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re attracted to me doesn’t mean everyone else is. Some people just happen to exist near me.”

“Yeah? Well that fucker was flirting with you,” Bakugou huffed, unclasping his watch and sliding his rings off before setting them down on the kitchen counter. 

“He’s a new teacher at the school and I was just training him.”

“Yeah, ‘training.’ Is that why he was so fuckin’ close to you?” Bakugou retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He was just looking over my shoulder at my desk!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. 

“You don’t get that fuckin’ close to somebody ‘less you got feelings for ‘em.”

“In what world does that happen?”

“This fuckin’ one!” Bakugou exclaimed, getting more and more frustrated with you as his brows furrowed so much a vein was popping out in his forehead.

But he wasn’t the only frustrated one and you simply rolled your eyes, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. “I’m over this.”

“Nah,” Bakugou said, storming after you. “You don’t get to walk away from me. Not for this shit.”

“Watch me.”

Before you could slip into the bathroom and lock the door on him, which was your initial plan, Bakugou grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping you.

You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened and enraged. “You don’t get to be possessive, Katsuki. Not for stupid shit like this. I’m not going to listen to you.” 

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw. “So what? I’m supposed to stay away from him now? Just ‘cause you’re delusional?”

“I’m not fuckin’ delusional.”

You shook off his grip around your wrist. “Yes you are!”

“You need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to everybody, Y/N,” Bakugou said, pointing a finger at you and taking a step closer and you took one backwards, your back meeting the wall. “Not everybody has good intentions.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, so that’s why you’re an asshole all the time?” Bakugou didn’t even respond, his eye twitching giving away how he was feeling.

You pressed your palms against his chest, attempting to push him away. “You’re pissing me off, Katsuki. Get away from me.”

But he didn’t budge. “No.”

It was no use. The more you pushed the more rigid his body became and to be fair, he was all muscle; there was no way you’d ever beat him in this.

You slammed your hands against his chest in frustration, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking annoying!”

Bakugou just stared back at you as you glared up at him and it was like a switch flipped in both of your heads at the same time. It didn't take long for you to reach out to each other, your lips practically smashing against his.

Bakugou pushed you up against the wall, his hands aggressively pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. You grabbed the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and tossing it aside.                                                     

He spun you around, two fingers angrily rubbing against your clit, causing you to gasp. He wrapped his arm around your chest, keeping you in place against his chest, your fingers gripping his arm.

“Always testin’ my fuckin’ patience,” Bakugou gritted out through clenched teeth, his fingers sinking into your pussy as he rapidly moved his fingers. 

“Y-You’re the one testing mine,” you choked out stubbornly, gasping at the speed he was fingering you. Usually Bakugou liked to take his time with you and draw out your climax as excruciatingly long as he possibly could. 

But he was pissed.

“Already this fuckin’ wet,” he cooed in your ear, the squelching of your pussy against his fingers echoing in the bedroom. “Had the nerve to pick a fight with me with this wet ass pussy.”

“S-Shut up,” you sputtered, squeezing your eyes shut as his palm ground down against your clit. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor and despite how frustrated you were and wanting to hold out longer, Bakugou was making it his mission to make you come quick. 

And come quick you did.

You clenched your thighs around his hand, knees shaking as your orgasm washed over your body, suppressing your whimpers to the best of your ability.

Before your body could even recover from your orgasm, Bakugou pulled his fingers out, turning you around and pushing you back onto the bed. You looked up at him in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants and boxers off. You proceeded to do the same with your shirt, unbuttoning it as quick as you could and tossing it aside along with your bra. The two of you did this in silence, practically glaring at each other as the tension only increased in the room.

Bakugou grabbed you by the hips, maneuvering you so you were in the center of the bed and he nestled his body in between your legs, his dick pressing against your slick folds.

He bent down and kissed you, his lips aggressively moving against yours and you kept up with him, refusing to let him dominate you. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, his thick shaft stretching you out.

Bakugou smirked. “What, you’re not gonna say shit now?”

You glared at him, hands pressed against his chest. Before you could bite out a threat, Bakugou started moving his hips, his cock ramming in and out of you.

He pushed your knees so close to your body that they practically touched your shoulders and he hovered slightly while he thrusted.

“Fuck!” You cursed, your hands gripping his arms that kept your legs in place. 

“Where’d all that fire go, princess?” He asked in between your whimpers. “Thought I was pissing you off.”

You bit your lip, attempting to curse him out but the sensation of the speed of his cock going in and out was too much for your brain to process. “K-Kats-uki–” You moaned.

Bakugou’s face broke out into a shit-eating grin, satisfied now that you were moaning his name. “Should record you like this,” he said in between his pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. “You under me, cryin’ my name out. Should sent it to that fucker from school.”

“Y-You’re insane–” You managed to choke out, screwing your eyes shut as the pleasure of his cockhead kissing your sweet spot repeatedly became too much.

Bakugou stopped his movements, his cock still rammed all the way inside you. He dipped his head down so his face was inches from you. “You’re fuckin’ mine, got it?”

You clenched your teeth. As much as his possessiveness and jealousy frustrated you at times, you couldn’t help how your clit throbbed just hearing him. “Just s-shut up– and fuck me–”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so you were flat on your stomach. Then he took you by the hips, propping your ass up and then slid his dick back inside you hard enough to make your toes curl. 

“Shit!” You said with a gasp, arching your back.

He brought a hand down and slapped your ass. “You don’t get to call the shots,” he hissed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back as he continued to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth. “Not when you’re under me takin’ my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.”

You could barely breathe with your face squished against the pillows, gasping for air from the intensity of his cock. Any time Bakugou thought you were getting too quiet, he’d slap your ass, earning him a yelp and a whimper from you as your walls began to tighten and clench around his dick.

It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, tears stinging your eyes as your nails dug into your palms. Your legs shook beneath you and your screams were muffled against the sheets. 

You were creaming around Bakugou’s dick and that coupled with your moans and the way your pussy was gripping his cock was enough to make him come. Ropes of come spurted out of him and he groaned, making sure to ram himself as deep inside as he could to ensure that you milked every last drop out of him.

When he pulled out, your body went limp and he sat back on his heels, watching with satisfaction as his come trickled out of you. Only then did he collapse beside you.

For a moment you were both quiet, only the sound of the electrical hum from the lights along with both of your panting as you attempted to catch your breaths filling the room.

You turned your head so you could see him, your body throbbing. “Okay… maybe he was flirting…”

Bakugou whipped his head over to your direction. “Now you fuckin’ agree with me?”

You propped yourself up slightly with your elbows. “You were annoying me. I couldn’t just agree with you.”

“Unbelievable,” Bakugou mumbled, turning his head so he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes. 

You pushed your body up, arms shaking as you did so, and sat up, looking down at him. “Sit against the headboard,” you ordered.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open, glancing at you. “Why?” He asked, his eyes flashing with excitement. 

“‘Cause you’re pissing me off again and you don’t get to call the shots all the time,” you huffed, leaning over to your nightstand and opening one of your drawers.

Bakugou’s swollen lips curled up into a smile and he was quick to sit up, listening to your orders and pressing his back against the headboard.

When he saw the handcuffs in your hands, it was enough to make his dick harden in seconds, watching hungrily as you went over and straddled him.