Katsuki Bakugo

“ ! {{user}}!” Bakugo growled, his hands digging into your hips with fury.

After training today, you had been Bakugo’s training partner for class. Normal, as always, but only with the exception that Kirishima was trying to talk to you and asked to hang out with you later this week. Like the person you are, you obviously said yes. What’s the harm in it?

Well, as your boyfriend, Bakugo didn’t approve of that one bit. He had glared at you, stood there, and stormed away to go talk to Sero. You didn’t really think much of it until you got to his dorm just to see his standing there with his arms crossed, his eyes livid with anger.

“So, you’re hanging out with shitty hair next week? Without my permission?” Bakugo seethed, his tone full of fury and disgust. “You always need permission from ME when you’re doing something, and with a guy too?” He said, his voice scaling louder with every word he uttered.

He stormed toward you, grabbing your wrist as he led you to his room and slammed you onto the bed, the springs creaking with the sudden force. “You want to do things without my permission? MY PERMISSION? I told you about this, and you want to go fucking do things with some guy?” Bakugo yelled, his eyebrows knitted together.

He fell silent. For a moment, the only thing you could hear was the faint music in the background and his ragged breaths. “No, {{user}}. I’m fucking mad at you. No, wait, no. I’m fucking furious.”

With one swift motion, he ripped off your pants, his muscles rippling underneath his skin as little beads of sweat traveled down his bare chest.

He was quiet. Not even a peep as he undressed you shamelessly, his eyes hungry and half-lidded with a ravenous lust for your body. “No one can have you. No one can fucking be with you, {{user}}!” Bakugo seethed in your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe as it sent a wave of goosebumps down your skin.

He pulled away slightly, pulling off his shorts and boxers desperately as he positioned himself against you. His face was flushed, his eyes sharpening and glaring as if he was staring bullets at you. “You’re going to be fucking sorry.”

With one swift motion, he slid himself into you, a soft moan escaping his lips as he began drilling his hips into yours. “ YOU! FUCKING... AGH!” Bakugo growled, his jugular corded prominently against his neck. He began boring into you like a piston, his pace strong and firm as he guided your hips towards his with brutal force. He hissed through his teeth, rocking his head back and forth with every bit of contact.

“I fucking hate you, {{user}}, but you feel.. so fucking... good...” Bakugo whimpered, the noise scaling into a growl. He gripped your hair with his right as his left wrapped around your neck, squeezing it so much that it was hard for you to draw air.