| CHAPTER TWENTY ONE |

WARNING
lemon

if you don't like it or are not of age please skip to next chapter. this chapter won't change the story line. all the important stuff will be implied if necessary.

🎵don't get used to me by cameron dallas
🎵 day dreaming by jack and jack
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HIS LIPS WERE LATCHED ONTO YOURS, ASSAULTING THEM REPEATEDLY, AGGRESSIVELY. both of you had made it your mission to let out your frustration and anger with every touch. your nails dipped into his skin, clawing and scratching, wanting more. his hands tugged at your hair, traveled down your sides, pulled you in. your clothes were scattered around the floor where they would stay for a while.

you pushed him against the door, his back hitting it with a loud thud, trying to take control. but in a matter of seconds, he reversed your positions once again, caging you under his body and grabbing both of your wrists with one hand. your hands were drowning in his larger ones as he pinned to the wall above your head, earning him a low whimper out of you from the harsh impact.

you tried wiggling them out, determined not to lose the fight of dominance, but bakugou's tight grip and his heavy body towering over you, made it nearly impossible.

once you stopped squirming under him, bakugou smirked victoriously and pulled your wrists even higher, forcing you to stand only on the tip of your toes as he brought a knee up to guide your legs open, letting you only barely touch the ground.

you tried pushing your knees back together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning without a fight. but this only riled him up even more. bakugou loved a challenge. it only made the victory that much better.

keeping his tight grip on your wrists, his free hand moved lower and lower down the side of your body, squeezing your warm flesh occasionally before finding its way between your thighs.

a shiver ran down your spine as his fingers drew small circles on your bare skin, getting closer and closer to your entrance.

contradicting the roughness of his lips attacking yours continuously, his hand moved slowly but with purpose, finding its way to your warmth, as if it had memorized every inch of your body, yet never got tired of exploring it over and over again.

another smirk grew on his lips "already this excited, huh?" his voice husky from the testosterone rushing through his veins yet filled with amusement.

"oh please, you were hard before even touching me." you retorted immediately. he only scowled in response before shutting you up with his lips.

he touched you skillfully, rubbing, pressing, and pinching all the right places. once he found the rhythm that made you close your eyes and throw your head back, he directed his attention to the bare skin of her neck, itching to litter it with marks. his teeth grazing and nibbling, tongue licking snd lapping, and lips kissing and sucking, left a trail of blue and purple bruises.

you couldn't help but turn into butter in his hands and you hated that you loved it. you arched your back once his mouth and hand found your sweet spots simultaneously, one on your neck, the other between your thighs. your breathing now a bit heavier, a bit quicker.

as the familiar warmth in your stomach grew, you were becoming more eager to touch him, to feel more. yearning to dip your nails into his shoulders and tug at his hair, to get any sort of reaction out of him. yet your attempts to free your hands, wanting to quench that desire, wish, or more so the need, were all but futile.

you bit your lip to stifle the stream of moans continuously begging to leave your throat "hmph~" hearing a muffled moan, bakugou's head darted up instantly, and to say that he was not happy with what he saw was an understatement. "continue quieting yourself and i'll make you regret it. do you understand?"

"i-is that... supposed... to... bngh~...a... threat?" you replied breathlessly with half-lidded eyes.

"not giving up, huh? i guess i'll just have to force it out of you."

by now, he knew your body like the back of his hand. his fingers worked their magic, just the way you liked, his lips found their way in the crook of your neck, right where your shoulder met it.

the rush of pleasure flowing through your body now making it impossible to form any coherent responses. and as soon as you opened your mouth to tease him once more, he sucked harder on your skin, letting only a loud moan escape your lips much to your dismay. he leaned into your ear whispering "good girl~" before nibbling on its lobe.

two words. it took two simple words for you to become undone. with just two words, your head flew back once again and you felt the knot in your stomach break, your orgasm hitting you like a wave as another loud moan left your lips "katsuki~"

"did you just-" bakugou stopped mid-sentence and pulled back a bit to take in the sight of your shaking body and buckling knees, barely able to stand on your feet. the only thing keeping you up by the wall was bakugou's still tight grip on your wrists. he couldn't help but feel his chest swell up with pride, knowing the effect he had on you, but instead, he hid it under a displeased look.

"i haven't even gotten started yet." he growled under his breath as his smug expression resurfaced. he picked you up and placed you on the bed "let's teach you some manners now, shall we?" even though all you wanted to do in that moment was make that expression of his go away, another shiver ran down your back from his dark tone.

you squeaked in surprise when he grabbed your legs and flipped you over onto your stomach. his calloused hands traveled up and down your legs, sparking little goosebumps where his fingers barely grazed your skin, only closing the gap occasionally.

with his hands guiding your body, you went on all fours to balance yourself, but he quickly pushed you back down, burying your chest in the mattress. you groaned in disapproval but the hand keeping you down didn't leave its place right between your shoulder blades. he gripped your waist with the other hand and pushed into you with one swift move.

a mix of pain and pleasure overtook your body as your hands gripped the sheets for support. your skin tingled under his touch as he brought his hand back to fully grab your hips, steadying his sharp and hard movements as he increased his pace. his hard grip on your hips keeping you in place was sure to leave pink crescent shaped marks behind.

most of your whines and moans were muffled by the covers your face was buried into as you clenched around him tightly every time he pushed in.

he wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled you up, his other hand grabbing the headboard for support. your warm velvety walls flexed around him with every thrust, slowly driving him to the edge as he found a new angle to push into the spot that made you scream out his name.

your overstimulated body, now overwhelmed with sensation, was building up towards another high. moans and lewd noises escaped your lips with this new position "right~... there~... don't ~... stop~" bakugou slowed down a bit, still keeping his strokes hard and accurate before growling "so bossy. what's the magic word, baby girl?"

you groaned in protest and tilted your head to glare at him. this bastard, you thought. bakugou only smirked back, knowing damn well he would get what he wanted, one way or another.

he switched between paces, giving you a taste of what could be, your stomach flipping, then slowing down, denying you the satisfaction.

you were so close, so frustrated, so desperate "please~... please katsuki~"

"please what, princess?" bakugou asked smugly.

"please let me cu-" you cried out.

before you could finish your sentence, he picked up his pace, his ego now satisfied "see. that. wasn't. too. hard. now. was. it?" he huffed each word out with every push.

one of your hands grabbed onto his arm around you as the other traveled behind you to tug at his hair, needing to hold onto something as your second release gushed over you, leaving you shaking and panting in his arm.

bakugou let out a deep low grunt through his teeth as your walls squeezed him even tighter, pushing him over the edge as he let go of you to pull out. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." he repeated as his hips twitched slightly.

you flopped down on your stomach, trying to steady your breathing as bakugou crashed next to you on his back, his chest moving up and down heavily as loud exhales left his parted lips.

after both of you caught your breaths, you laid there in silence. you had fallen asleep, too exhausted. but bakugou was just staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why his body wouldn't obey him to leave.

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Where words fail, music speaks
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