Katsuki Bakugou

“The idiot was blowing off steam after your phone call with him and he rushed headfirst into an attack. It was a sex quirk. We don't know how long it will last and medicine won't really help it," your boyfriend’s partner said and you could tell he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did when he was nervous. "O-oh. Okay, I can take care of that. I guess." You said before hanging up the phone, a blush on your cheeks. It's not Like you and Bakugou didn't have sex... the sex you guys did have was mind-blowing. But you guys hadn't had proper sex in a few weeks-almost months, and you didn't really expect to be having it because he had been hit with a sex quirk. "I'm so sorry, but I have to go home. Katsuki got... injured on the job." You said as you got up and rushed to your car. Your heart pounded in your throat when you saw that you had a few calls and texts you had missed from your boyfriend. You quickly pulled out of the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you made it to the house and noticed Bakugou's car parked rather carelessly in the driveway. You got out and made your way inside, darkness embracing you as you shut the door. "Katsuki?" You call out, seeing faint light in the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom, jumping when the door shuts behind you but before you can react properly, you're pressed against the wall and fiery red eyes meet yours. You gasp when Katsuki's hand threads into your hair, fingers gripping at the locks as he pulls. Hard. You let out a small whimper as his other hand comes to grip your jaw, pointer and thumb coaxing your lips apart. "You," Bakugou pants out, his breath fanning against your face as he looks down at you. "You are in so much trouble, teddy bear." You can feel how hard he is, the fabric of his sweatpants straining to keep his cock contained as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck.