MHA/BNHA Boyfriend scenarios *discontinued*

|Bakugo- smut 🍋|

I got dared to write this a while back and I'm not a pussy >:D

This is a real smut- not a joke chapter ;)

Enjoy~

(I made it as spicy as i could x)

"You couldn't overpower me if you tried."

You lazily rolled onto your front; a slow smirk arising on your face. A thin shirt -his shirt- pulled over your body with little dignity, its neck hole twisting and pulling down at your movements. 

His eyes remained pinned to yours. No way he would give into your tourments. 

"Katsuki," You squeezed your thighs together, purposely rising your lower half slightly before letting yourself sink into the quilts: a slow, testing motion. The sight of your soft skin brushing against the thick blankets was delicious. The lip of the shirt rolled up. More of your thighs. 

His mind rushed as he suddenly remembered the night before. Hazy views of his strong hands squeezing your thighs so tightly he left crescent-shaped marks, the image of you desperately rocking on top of him while moaning, the way you made him beg for more. Bakugo tried to suppress his body's reaction.

"If I did, you couldn't be able to stand. I'm giving you mercy," He brushed off, scrolling on his phone. He was sat across the room in a nearby chair with a full view of you on his bed. 

You laughed softly and carefully slid off his the bed. Your bare feet made little sound on the carpet. "How kind. But truth be told, babe-" You plucked the phone out of his hands and placed yourself onto his lap, "I don't believe you." 

His hands slithered onto your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. Your scent washed over him. 

"Why?" His face slowly leant towards yours, tipping himself slightly towards the left. His warm breath crept across your cheek as his nose gently ghosted across your skin. Then he softly blew into your ear and silently watched as you shivered. 

"Because you secretly crave being beneath me, don't you?" 

That's when he bit into your neck harshly. Moving his lips angrily. You couldn't stop yourself from lightly moaning. The damn masochist inside you. You placed his phone on the side table and reached up and to tug at his jumper. However, before you could tug it any harder, Bakugo reached up a harshly grabbed your wrists. He pulled back from your neck and glared. 

His pink lips were perfectly parted, his cheeks flushed, his eyes narrowed sharply. Warmth spread through your chest. Seeing Bakugo convinced that he'd dominate you caused some lustful satisfaction to arise. You would give him a challenge until he earns to top you. The fierce look in his eyes sent goosebumps down your body. Letting him win once might not hurt. 

"If you do something without my permission again, I'll punish you," He snarled firmly. Some of his blonde hair brushed against his temple, framing his dark red eyes. 

Ruby red. You found yourself thinking. The colour of rich wine.

"I doubt that," You whispered mockingly. Another sly smile. 

You gently rolled your wrist out of his grip. Then sweetly pushed the hair back from his face, silently admiring the way his milky skin glowed in the dim lighting. These small actions caused all types of emotions to swell in Bakugo. The main ones being a mixture of annoyance and passion. God, he was desperate to pin you against a wall. But at the same time he wanted you to take over. There was an internal struggle between his pride and his pleasure and he couldn't hide it. You knew him all too well.