The rounded curve of your ass settled on the hard surface of wooden floors. Your body pressed tightly—leaving not a single inch of space—against a well-defined torso. With your top hiked above your chest, a blazing heat scorched all over your bare back as its prominent muscles seared through your skin.
With a keen whine slipping past your lips, you squirmed under the vice-like grip that enshrouded your form. Small shocks of tremor pelted all over you, delighting every nerve, as two rough palms sensually caressed the soft swells of your breast—kneading it while harshly tugging and tweaking its perky buds.
Your hand that sat atop of the coffee table staggered, losing its ability to firmly hold the pen; heat immediately pooled down your thighs, dampening the flimsy fabric of your panties.
Then, a calloused hand made its way to your abdomen, leaving a pricking pain at its wake, as it emitted several sparks against your complexion.
"Katsuki," you mewled out, arching your back.
A wet muscle licked a curt, short stripe against the shell of your ear. Then, a warm breath ghosted over your moist skin.
"What's the fucking answer, Princess?"
"The limit is equal to four–" your sentence ended with a broken moan as Bakugou tucked his hand under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. His fingers gathered your wet slick, lathering it to your sensitive bud, before slowly pressing tight circles against it, sending multitudes of shockwaves throughout your body.
"Do you think that's correct?" His tone became dangerously low, accentuating the gruff sound of his voice, as he settled his other palm in the middle of your stomach, leaving your chest unattended. A shudder crept to your spine as a searing heat alarmingly spread on the expanse of your skin.
You weren't exactly sure if you got the right answer for the equation. That is the reason why you wanted your boyfriend's help. You were having a hard time understanding the new lesson on your Calculus subject, leaving you confused at the problem set given. Coming up to him, you assumed you were going to have a grueling study session, but you didn't expect to end up in such a raunchy position.
Not knowing what to answer nor not wanting to think even further, you guessed, "yes?"
Then, a loud crackle was heard throughout your room. You let a high-pitched squeal at the stinging sensation that burned your skin.
"Wrong, sweet cheeks."
You gasped as Bakugou buried two thick and long fingers into your cunt, stretching its tight, velvety walls.
"Fuck," a grunt strayed from his lips. Your insides squeezed around his digits, hugging its form tightly. He placed his lips beside your ear before harshly sucking its sensitive flesh, causing a mewl to spill out from your mouth.
"Try again."
He began to move his fingers, pumping in and out. Along with its thrust, he continued to tease your clit with the calloused pad of his thumb, relentlessly rolling it. At first, it was set to a slow and steady space. As moments flew by, the rhythm he had was completely forgotten as Bakugou frantically worked on you. Lewd wet and squelching noises bounced off the walls, filling the room with filthy sounds.
Mustering all your strength from your quivering form, you attempted to properly hold your pen as you solved the problem again. However, the clear print of black ink blurred in your vision.
Who could even focus if they were in your position?
As his hand vigorously busied itself with your pussy, the other returned to your breast, massaging the soft flesh once again; its forefinger played with your pert nipple, flicking it. At his relentless assault on your body, your mind fogged with heavy, dark clouds as coherent thoughts vanished into thin air.
Suddenly, you choked out a moan at the electric wave that shot through your core; his fingers suddenly curled inside, grazing a spongy spot in the process. Bit by bit, you were losing your sanity as he kept hitting that spot.
"S-six?" your voice faltered, turning into a whimper. The knot in your stomach teetered, threatening to snap at any given moment.
"Fucking. Try. Again." Bakugou growled in your ear.
You couldn't handle his teasing anymore.
Slamming down your pen to the table, you rocked your hips to meet his frantic thrusts. You tilted your head backward, falling at the curvature of his broad shoulder. Once your eyes met his fierce ones, Bakugou's lips curved into a devilish grin. He saw your irises graded into dark tones as desperation painted all over its hues.
"I'm close, baby. Please, please, please let me cum. Shit, I'm gonna cum–" you screwed your eyes shut and curled your toes as waves of euphoria was about to crash down on you. But, it never came.
Instead, an intense throb welcomed your ruined skin, earning a sweet cry from you.
"Hell no," he withdrew his fingers from you, then languidly traced the intimate outline of your wet slit. Your legs quivered at the feathery touches—light and barely lingered—on your sensitive entrance.
"You only get to cum when you get the correct answer."
Another set of a harsh spark hit your stomach.
"Get back to work, Princess."
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