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So, there you were, pinioned on Bakugou's lap, one muscular arm coiled tightly around your waist, the other one stuffed down the front of your underwear. Your legs were parted - not by a whole lot, just enough. It may have looked simple enough, but in actuality, a complex battle of wills was going on.
"Didn't I tell you to stop squirming?" he growled in your ear, his fingers pausing. "Huh?"
You bit your lip to prevent a whine of disappointment from escaping. You forced yourself to sit totally still before answering.
"This is so not fair," you asserted, glancing over your shoulder to meet a pair of dark red eyes.
"Not fair?" Bakugou echoed, shrugging a brawny shoulder. "You know what you've gotta say, baby. Only one making things difficult is you."
This was blatantly untrue, but before you had time to fully process your indignation and form a perfect rebuttal, his hand ghosted over your core and any words you might have had on tip of your tongue transmuted into a hiss. Thing is, Bakugou knew exactly where to touch you to make you come undone, but he wouldn't. No, he could never make anything simple - you had to beg.
Of course he liked begging - his fucking ego was so big it beggared belief, but he apparently still wanted it stoking at every opportunity.
So he was egotistical - and you were stubborn. Bakugou was rough, coarse and uncouth and you actually liked that about him, strange as that sounded. Hey, nobody’s perfect. Yet it galled you to have to beg him for something you knew he wanted just as badly as you did, so when he demanded the words from you between heated kiss, you dug in your heels.
Which lead you to situations like this - Bakugou holding you helpless while he exercised disturbing restraint and patience, tormented you until you just couldn't wait anymore. Bakugou liked to win, after all, and listening to you whimper and hiss as you tried not to move made the challenge just as fun as the actual reward. The rule was, you weren't allowed to move, no bucking your hips or squeezing your thighs together, or he stopped completely. Him stopping was the only thing more aggravating than his toying with you. Yet even with his growing hardness nudging your lower back, you were still determined to win for once. Bakugou was not known for his patience.
He was, however, considered a prodigy for damn good reason. He knew it stung your pride being held immobile like this, but he also knew it was precisely because it embarrassed you that the whole thing worked - being forced to sit still, unable to do anything and secretly loving it, despite it going against all your training as a Hero.
Honestly, he (quite hypocritically) couldn't see what the problem was - he always gave you what you asked for, so what did a little begging matter if you knew you were getting the best? A position he would have very different opinions about, were your places switched. Still, if you were going to be a brat, that was fine. He did enjoy a challenge, after all.
He’d gone quiet. Too quiet. You hazarded another glance at Bakugou, who was scowling and staring at something you couldn’t see. Was he sulking because you hadn’t given in to his dumb, egotistical demands?
Noting his arm had loosened, you gave an impatient huff and moved, intending to get up and finish things off yourself, when suddenly his grip tightened, yanking you back against his chest, voice rumbling through your back as he growled at you.
“Did I say you could move?”
Your own eyes narrowed, despite your stomach clenching at the tone of his voice. He wasn’t the only one who could play this game.
“Oh, I’m sorry…” you said lightly, rocking your hips against him, triumph soaring in your chest as you heard him hiss, evidence of his own pent-up frustration poking you in the back. “I thought you were done.”
“Like hell,” Bakugou actually snarled, and the next second his hands grabbed your hips and turned you around forcibly, so your thighs fell either side of his.
“Bakugou, what even-?” you said, amused, before the look on his face made you stop, because he was grinning like a fucking demon.
His hand grabbed the back of neck, fingers sinking into your hair as he pulled you to him, pressing hot kisses to your mouth, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach. You moaned into his mouth, and nearly gasped as his hand returned to your covered crotch, running a finger up your slit. Somehow, the effect was even greater with you positioned like this. The look Bakugou was giving you with half-lidded red eyes, promised that he’d do far more than make you gasp a little. You stared at him, almost hypnotised by that glare, then jolted as he rotated his hand, just grazing your clit. Your mouth fell open.
“Bakugou,” you breathed, fidgeting, a blush rising to your face and crawling down your neck.
“Tch, you’re fucking stubborn,” he huffed, as if you were the one baiting him. A smirk stole across his face as he did it again. Bastard. “What’s the magic word?”
Sunnvabitch!
“Bakugou, pretty fucking please, stop screwing around and touch me!”
Those red eyes flared.
“That’s more fucking like it!” he growled, and finally, he did what you wanted.
Those talented hands of his nudged past your underwear and got right to work. The firm pressure juxtaposed against what felt like hours of teasing almost immediately turned you into a blushing, moaning mess. Bakugou looped a free arm around your waist, tugging you closer so you were sitting sideways on him, unable to stop writhing as he slowly slid a finger into your wet heat, pressing a rough kiss to the side of your neck for good measure. He was leering up at you, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Under the circumstances, though, you couldn’t very well say he hadn’t earned it – and he was just getting started.
“You should see yourself right now,” he smirked, adding a second finger and curving them, making you buck up into his hand, gasping.
“Oh yeah? And how do I look?” you wanted to know, wary of being made fun of in this…vulnerable state.
Bakugou snickered throatily, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
“Fucking hot.”
His thumb brushed against your clit and you arched your back as he pressed down harder, rubbing against it in the best goddamn way, sending pleasure sparking through you. He moved his fingers inside you, stroking, taunting and your head tilted back, his name falling from your lips.
“Katsuki…oh, Katsuki…”
Bakugou gritted his teeth, his dick so hard he felt like it might burst. He wanted to toss you down on the sofa and fuck you senseless, but first you were gonna come for him, dammit, he wouldn’t settle for anything less. Judging by the way you were practically whimpering his name and clenching, you were close. Maybe you just needed one last push. So he leant forward, lips nudging your neck.
“That’s it,” he growled, not ceasing his hand movements for even a second. “Come for me.”
Well, there wasn’t much else you could do, with the relentless way he was pushing you to your limit. A drawn-out, ecstatic sigh escaped as the pleasure building in you peaked, your head swimming from it. Bakugou removed his hand as you slumped against him, licking his fingers clean. On anybody else, you might have found this cheesy or gross, or both, but as usual, he exceeded your expectations.
“Don’t tap out on me yet,” Bakugou growled, tilting his knees so you slid off his lap and onto the seat next to him, flopping onto your back. “That was just a warm up!”
You blinked up at him, a little dazed and a lascivious smirk crossed Bakugou’s face as he clambered eagerly over you, balancing on his knees and reaching for his fly with one hand. You gave a lopsided smile and reached behind you to unclasp your bra – now that you’d dispensed with the contest of Who Can be More Stubborn, it was game on.
You could feel how hard he was even as he roughly snatched your chin up for another kiss, his solid length pressing against your thigh. You squirmed in anticipation, a grin spreading across your face as he nipped at your bottom lip.
“I really fuckin’ like you, you know?” you blurted out, because you did – he was an arrogant, loudmouthed brat, but he was yours and underneath his perpetually cranky personality, he had a lot more going for him than that, being smart as hell, sarcastic and wild. Plus, he was ridiculously attractive with that wild, pale-blonde hair, muscular frame and intense red eyes.
Bakugou practically preened at that.
“What’s not to like?” he smirked, before hooking a thumb in your underwear and tugging them down, though he didn’t actually rip them off like last time. (You have him quite an earful about that – it may have been sexy but they were one of your favourites.) Settling over you, he lined himself up, then flicked his gaze to yours.
“Tch. I fucking like you too, idiot.”
You had no time to think up a reply to that – not that you really needed one – because with that he entered you, though it wasn’t exactly difficult, he’d gotten you as wet as it was possible to be. You grunted slightly in the back of your throat, but the sound transformed midway into a gasp as he dragged his tongue down your sternum to your breasts, leaving a tingling trial in its wake.
“Fuck.”
The epithet left his mouth, not in a typical Katsuki-snarl, but more like a plea. His hips move and you automatically wrapped your legs around them, squeezing tight and letting the tingling begin all over again, desire pooling in the pit of your stomach. You wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck and pulled him down to you, clinging onto him like a lifeline. Bakugou had made enough of a study of how to get you to shout his name the loudest and as such knew precisely what he was doing. He whispered filthy fucking things in your ear, the animalistic growl in his voice making your toes curl and grip on him tighten.
“Katsuki,” you hissed, dragging your nails up his toned back as he shifted a bit, changing up the angle by just a few degrees, but they weren’t to be understated. You let out a high-pitched keening noise as he hit your sweetspot, giving nothing more than a teasing nudge at first. “Fuck!”
“You brat,” he breathed back, his voice husky, but despite what he said you knew he didn’t mind getting a little roughed up – in fact he liked walking around without a shirt after you left any bites/scratches on him, he liked everybody knowing he was getting it rough and loving every second of it.
He ground his hips roughly against you, building up the pressure with each thrusting motion, your breath coming out in sharp pants, like you’d just run uphill or something. The muscles in his arms flexed and you could feel his dick pulsing inside you, sending sparks rippling through your entire body, or so it seemed. Your limbs felt weak as the pressure built and built, the apartment filling with the sound of your gasps and pants, Bakugou’s torso trembling with the faintest sheen of sweat highlighting each gloriously defined muscle.
“Bakugou – Katsuki, I’m…nngh…” you gasped, your arms beginning to lose the energy to hold onto him, the rising waves of orgasm threatening to knock you out at the knees and sweep you under…not that you’d mind such a fate, honestly. He grinned sharply.
"Heh. That's my good girl."
Your inner walls clench as it finally just gets to be too damn much. A drawn-out groan of pleasure escapes your throat as Bakugou made good on his promise to have you coming again, his name imprinted in your head as white spots danced before your eyes, body flooding with endorphins. Bakugou swore colourfully as you spasmed around him and he nearly fell into you as he got his reward for doing such a good job (or, doing you, as the case may be.) He roughly pressed a kiss to your jaw, exhaling with an air of smugness about him. The apartment seemed oddly quiet as you both lay there, enjoying the pleasing aftershocks, giving yourselves a moment to regroup. Your pushed some hair out of your face, letting out a huff of breath.
Bakugou shifted, pulling away and sitting up. Retrieving his boxers, he tugged them on and got up, walking across the room, his posture a satisfied slouch. Biting your lip, you dizzily sat up as well and grabbed your abandoned shorts, slipping them on, then your tank top was put back into its rightful place. Bakugou returned after a moment, carrying a blanket. Without a word, he tossed it over you, then climbed onto the sofa and got under it, himself, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You shifted to get comfortable, enjoying the warmth of Bakugou beneath you and the comforting touch of the soft cotton.
What people didn’t know about you and Bakugou was that afterwards, you could lie together for hours, not even needing to talk. Just being…there, with one another. It was weird, you’d expect him to be the kind of guy who doesn’t waste time cuddling with his girl, but in these moments, you could tell he was more content than he’d ever say. Maybe it was a cliché, but in an odd way, this was even more intimate than the sex itself. You licked your lips.
“Oi, Katsuki,”
His arm squeezed a little tighter as he replied.
“What.”
You turned to look at him, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the pleasing way his complexion somehow managed to match both his hair and eyes. He was a lucky bastard. But then, so were you.
“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg,” you told him, pressing into his side.
Bakugou laughed at that, his finger extending and tilting your face up to meet his eyes, bright with determination.
“Challenge fucking accepted, baby.”