synopsis: you and your boyfriend pro hero dynamight are fucking. it’s hard, carnal and hungry. he’s screwing you so deep before an interruption occurs… your ex boyfriend starts blowing up your phone, killing the mood and ultimately your man’s patience.
content: pro hero! katsuki bakugou , missionary sex , p in v , backshots , quite a bit of spanking , katsuki refers to your vagina in third person “she”, unprotected sex , katsuki is a huge ass guy , jealousy , semi-public sex, porn with little plot , angry bakugou, gets off on making your ex jealous
author’s note: not proofread so apologising in advance for spelling mistakes!
the bed was violently creaking with every movement as bakugou pounded his cock into you like he hated you. your legs tighten around his waist as your moans grew more elicit with every thrust.
he had a bad day out on patrol and right now the only things he wanted right now was his girl and his dick wet. bakugou was so far gone already, high on pleasure and spurred on by your pussy lips crudely squelching around his cock and making him groan.
“fuck you’re tight. god-“ he snarls, plunging himself deeper and hitting that g-spot that makes you gasp and press into him like a desperate slut. your cunt was soaked for him that every thrust made a crude plap and squelch. “hear that baby? she’s saying hello t’me. ain’t that polite?” he groans into your ear and you cringe, face contorting from shyness, trying to hide your face from him. he smirks from satisfaction, speeding up to watch you cry out for him as he fucks you deeper.
“k-katsuki… s’too— mmh! s’too..” you whine, struggling to get the words out.
“too what? cat gotcha tongue? can’t help you if you won’t talk baby.”
bakugou had his hands by either side of your head, making eye contact with you and relishing in all the sounds you were making. when you’d look away from embarrassment he’d move one his hands, holding yours with only one before lowering his head and smacking your face gently.
“look at me baby. won’t ask again.” he commands, carmine red eyes darkening at your trembling ones. you nod, trying your absolute best to not shut your eyes from ecstasy.
you’re being dicked down so hard your toes are curling.
you let out a cry of pleasure, nails clawing down his chiselled back. “what’s that baby? you gonna come?” he groans into your ear and you nod desperately.
he speeds up and your vision starts to go white, its filthy and nasty and just as your orgasm was on the very tip of your tongue he pulls out with a lewd ‘plap’. you whine as he flips you over. “why?”
he rolls his eyes and drags you up with one arm. “shut it woman. i’ll do what i want. now back that ass up for me, we ain’t done here.” he proclaims before grabbing a pillow and sliding it underneath you. he forces your face down and lands a harsh smack to your ass that makes you yelp.
he’s wasting no time, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them whilst he looks down to inspect your pussy. he lets out a low whistle admiring how much slick there was. “fuckin’ hell sweetcheeks.”
then he’s got his meaty hands around your hips to keep you from running away from his cock, forcing your back to arch higher whilst your walls accommodate his size so nicely. it’s obscene and filthy the way his balls slapped against your ass. just as you began to drool into the pillow, your phone blared on the nightstand.
the pro hero grunts, ignoring the incessant string of sound at first— slamming himself into you even harder to drown it out with your whines.
but it just got louder. the more your phone buzzed the harder he went.
“m-maybe it’s an emergency? I should answer it.” you suggest weakly despite his glare.
now he was getting pissed. he had a bad fucking day and the last thing he needed was an interruption whilst all he was trying to do was fuck his girl. bakugou groans, reaching to grab the phone and hand it to you.
he notices you make a face as you look at your phone screen. “who is it?”
you avoid his gaze. “s’nothing.”
he snatched your phone and sees it for himself. he sees it’s no caller id. it’s gotta be your ex— this is the third time this week he’s called you now with no caller id. you had told him about how the obsessed fucker wouldn’t stop harassing you and now he was gonna make sure he’d put a stop to it. “thats it, im answering the phone. let him hear how a real man dicks you down.”
before you can argue with him he clicks answer and tosses your phone to the side.
“—hello? y/n?” your ex calls out. “i get you don’t wanna talk, but i miss you and i need you back.”
wasting no time, bakugou starts slamming into again. fucking you doggystyle as fast as possible, drawing out desperate and loud moans outta you.
“y/n?“ your ex raises his voice. “are you fucking serious?”
“sorry man, she’s busy. busy with real dick. ain’t that right honey?” bakugou spits into the phone, moving the device to your head whilst bullying his cock deeper and faster into your walls which were handling his size so nicely. “c’mon mama. you love this cock right? tell em’.”
he lands a harsh spank to your ass. you yelp “agh! yes— ffffuuuckkk! love it! i love you katsuki!”
“really baby? you love me? more than you ever loved this dickless wonder?”
“yes! so much!” you shout in pleasure. the scene was so lewd it was meant for a porno. not this.
he lands another smack to your ass. “that’s my girl.”
and maybe bakugou was being an asshole. and yes he’d hate this if it was the other way around. but sometimes you had to take extreme lengths for others to get the hint. the jackass should’ve left you alone the moment you two broke up. you were his and he’d make that clear to your ex just to get him to back off.
“still there my man? or do i have to go on FaceTime?” bakugou gloats, smirking into the mic.
“fuck you!” your ex finally shouts before ending the call. good on him for not sticking around before she came.
you’re too cockdrunk to notice, creaming around his cock so much that you were starting to feel that fuzzy feeling underneath your tummy.
“close? come for me baby. come for your hero.”
you come with a shout, pussy twitching as it creams around his length. bakugou rides out your orgasm aggressively, bucking his hips until he comes inside of you, thick and torrid. your legs give out. the both of you are covered in a thick sheen of sweat, and panting heavily.
you both collapse into eachother’s arms. you look at your boyfriend, who stares at the ceiling. his blonde locks are damp with sweat. you watch his rising chest. then, after a few moments, you speak up.
“why did you stay on the phone with him?” you asked softly.
“tch.” bakugou scoffs, meeting your gaze. his eyes are more of a gentle hue. “‘cause you’re mine. what, i can’t make it known?”
“katsuki.” you giggle. “did you get jealous?”
his face puffs out in embarrassment. “fuck off. who said anything about jealous?”
“nobody. my lips are sealed.” you smile.
“tch.” he leans over to kiss your forehead. “i love ya. brat.”
