**warning** some violence, BDSM, and swearing. ;) I hope no one minds but this is a continuation of my previous stories on Bakugo, although you don't have to had read them to understand what's going on here.
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You slammed the front door shut, shaking the whole room. Your face was hotter than the sun, and you needed to punch something. You locked yourself in your bathroom, and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your face was red and puffy, and mascara was streamed down your cheeks.
You ran cold water over your face for what seemed like an eternity. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You pulled it out and saw a text from Bakugo. 'Come to my room. I need to talk to you.'
"Yeah right, as if I'd come to your room now," you said out loud. You tore off your hoodie, to be left standing in shorts and a tank top only. You heard your phone buzz again, but you ignored it. You felt so hot and cold, your conflicted heart tearing you in two. You shivered and sweat at the same time, staring yourself down in the mirror.
Today was Bakugo and your's one year anniversary. To a lot of people, that wasn't a huge milestone, but to you it was supposed to be an important day. But, Bakugo completely forgot about it. Even when you asked him, he didn't have the slightest clue. And to make things worse, he was an ass about it. He didn't feel the need to apologize, and didn't understand why he needed to celebrate with you. You bickered back and forth, causing the situation to escalate.
This all lead to both of you, quite literally in Bakugo's case, blowing up. Screaming ensued, and out of frustration, Bakugo blew up a nearby vase. After that, you ran from his room, out of anger and fear, which led you to where you were now. This wasn't your first fight with him, but this was by far the worst. He never used violence with you, even though he was a violent person.
You sunk down onto your bed. "That didn't happen, that didn't happen," you told yourself. You wiped your tears and curled up into a ball. You heaved until you couldn't breath, trying to cry out your anger.
Suddenly, a hard pounding sounded on your door. Only one person you knew knocked that hard. "Fuck off!" You screamed.
"Just please, let me in! Christ, Y/N. Please, I need to talk to you," he pleaded, his voice cracking on the last word. You gingerly got up and creaked the door open a little, keeping the latch on. Bakugo was leaned down in front of the door.
"What do you want?" You sniffled. He looked up at you, his eyes red with anger, or was that tears?
"Y/N... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, okay? I was so terrible. I can't even believe I just said those things. I mean, I can, but I can't believe I said them to you." He stood up straight, putting his hand on the wall next to your door. "I really don't expect you to forgive me, but I needed to tell you I'm sorry at least. I..." his voice trailed off a little. "I just can't do without you. Over the past year I've gotten used to your warmth next to me all the time. Your support, your laughter, your bluntness with me, all that. You make me better, even though I don't want to admit it."
"Remember the day we became a couple? What I said to you?" He asked.
"Yes. I remember that day pretty clearly," you said dryly.
"I told you I was afraid of you. That I was afraid I would hurt you. Like I did today. I let go of myself and what's important," he said, his voice breaking. "And I need you. There, I said it. I need you. But I didn't do what I am supposed to do as your boyfriend. And I'm so sorry for that." You started to cry again. You didn't love anyone like you loved him. There was no way you could stay mad at him.
A couple of tears went down his cheek. He wiped it off, and looked back up at you. You closed the door. "Goodnight, I guess," he mumbled behind the door. You heard him sniffle a little, and start to walk away. But something tugged at your heart. You unlatched the latch and opened the door up wide.
"I don't forgive you. Not yet anyway," you said. He smirked a little, trying to stop crying. You pulled him into your room, and locked the door. He tried to lean down to kiss you as you held him by the collar, but you turned your cheek when he got close. His face burned, his anger obvious, but he didn't dare say anything to you now.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" He begged. You pretended to think, tapping on your chin and looking up. But the truth was that you had already decided. You pulled him down to you, so his ear was right next to your lips.
"I just might have to punish you," you whispered. He visibly tensed up at your voice. You pushed him down on the bed, and pulled out some handcuffs you had stored under your bed. His eyes widened as they clicked, chaining his hands to the bedpost. You turned around to light a candle, which you would use later.
You started to slowly strip yourself. His eyes raked over you as you took your time. First your tank top, taking one strap off at a time, then pulling it over your head. Then came the shorts, just as slow as the tank top. You unhooked your bra and let it slide down to the floor. You took one leg out at a time of your underwear. You were fully nude, and it was clearly getting to the boy chained to your bed. He shifted uncomfortably, swallowing a lump in his throat. His brows furrowed in frustration, he clearly wanted to be able to take charge, to touch you everywhere.
You reached under your bed, pulling out a gag. "We can't have you talking," you stated as you roughly tied it around his face. He tried his best to look unafraid, but you could see fear behind his eyes. You crawled up on the bed, placing yourself between his legs. You unbuttoned his jeans and you pulled them down as slow as you could. They came off his legs smoothly, along with his shoes. You pulled up his shirt so it was dangling around his wrists. He was left in nothing but his boxers.
You ran your hands up from his thighs, just barely touching them. Goosebumps rose on his skin at your touch, the anticipation unbearable. Your hand grazed over the growing bulge between his legs, causing him to shudder and twitch. You leaned down and licked from his pelvis, up his abs, then to his nipple, flicking it gently with your tongue. He fidgeted at the contact of your tongue to his nipple. You pulled back and stood up, swiftly picking up the candle you left on the night stand. He started breathing heavily; he thought the candle was just for aesthetic.
You looked him straight in the eyes, holding it above his chest. He narrowed his eyes, as if to say "do it, I dare you." You smirked and tilted the candle, letting the melted wax drip onto his chest. He winced at the slight pain, then closed his eyes and tilted his head away from you, scared to make eye contact with you. You leaned down, roughly pulled his face back towards you. He opened his eyes again, wide and wild. You held his face like that, your hand roughly squeezing his cheeks. Locking eyes with him, you poured more wax on his abs.
He writhed a little with each contact. The heat spread out over his body, and sweat started to bead on his forehead. He grunted from beneath the gag. You smiled sadistically at him, placing the candle back down. You liked having the toughest, most hard kid in the school under your absolute control.
You jumped back on the bed, sitting directly on his cock. You grinded on it, clearly feeling how hard it was getting. His breathing hitched with each movement you made. He desperately wanted to be inside of you right now, and you knew it. Which is why you didn't give that to him just yet. You slid down, and kneeled between his legs once again. You placed your hand on his bulge through his boxers, and started to jack him off tantalizingly slow through the thin fabric. He kicked his legs ever so slightly at the pleasure.
You pulled down his underwear, just enough so his member came out. You wrapped your cold hand around it, and pulled up and down slowly. He wiggled a little at your touch, the cold of your contact too much for him. He started to moan, it was deep and quiet. The sound vibrated the bed somewhat. "Look at me," you demanded. He strained his neck to look at you, his eyes widening at the sight of you, naked, jacking him off. Locking your eyes with him, you put your mouth on the very tip, kissing it, then putting the whole head in your mouth. His face contorted as you licked the sensitive spot, his moans growing louder. He tried to say something, but was stopped by the gag.
"What's that? You looked like you wanted to say something," you teased. "Go ahead, you can tell me anything." You giggled.
He rolled his eyes at you, then nearly jumped out of his skin as you took his whole length, right to the back of your throat. Your nose poked his pelvis roughly. His toes curled, his fist clenched. You gradually let all of his length out again, licking his shaft as you went. He squirmed as you continued to take his whole length down your throat, then licked your way back up.
Finally, you decided he had had enough. You pulled his boxers all the way down, then adjusted yourself so you were hovering right over his penis. You reached up to take off the gag. "I want to hear you scream," you ordered. He smiled wide, it was finally time for all of the teasing to end.
"It's about time," he retorted. You laughed and kissed him roughly.
"I'm still in control, don't forget that and get too sassy," you said. Recognition popped into his eyes. He realized he was still cuffed, and couldn't decide on the pace. You suddenly sat down on his dick, causing both of you to groan. You didn't want this to end just yet.
You went back up slowly, and sat back down slowly. Each thrust sent you new waves of pleasure, your toes going a bit numb. You ground yourself on him while sitting, going back and forth, rubbing your clit on his skin for extra pleasure. Your eyes rolled into your skull as you continued to to this, ignoring Bakugo's needs completely. He huffed a little, craving more speed than you were giving him.
You started going up and down again, riding him as slow as you desired. Your hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it as fast as you could. This was the most pleasure you had felt in a while, you loved having the control. You started going a little faster, but not fast enough for Bakugo. He moaned at your thrusts, each time the skin slapped together, he could hardly contain himself. "Faster... please go faster," he pleaded.
"This is part of the punishment," you declared. You were so close to finishing. His penis slowly rubbing on your walls, combined with you masturbating was sending you to new levels of pleasure. His dick hit your G-spot every time. Your moans filled the room, along with the slapping of the skin. Bakugo watched you intently, the sight of you feeling this good was enough to get him off. His mouth hung open and his brows stitched together, he was getting close as well.
You started going faster. You used your free hand to support yourself as you rode him as fast as you could. His moans grew louder as your pace increased. "Y/N! Oh-oh god! Don't stop! Don't-fuck!" He moaned. Your walls contracted around his dick as you came, the most intensely you ever had before. You screamed his name as waves and waves of pleasure overcame you. All you could see was white. You shuddered over and over as you kept riding him.
"Y/N! Fffuuck!" He groaned. You felt him come inside of you, his whole body writhed and jerked with each new stream. He continued to moan as he rode off his orgasm. You got off him, and unlocked the handcuffs. The first thing he did with his freedom was pull you down to him, kissing you intensely. His tongue swirled around yours as he ran his hands over your breasts.
"Remind me to let you take control sometimes," he said breathlessly. You smirked, and hopped off him.
"You're forgiven now, by the way. Care to join me in the shower?" You asked as you seductively walked towards the bathroom. He grinned and jumped off the bed, eager for what would happen next.
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Hey y'all, thanks for reading! I have a feeling some of you might like this one just a little bit ;)
I'm pretty proud of it anyway. I love to imagine Bakugo being a sweetheart to people he loves. But thanks for reading, and as always, leave suggestions for future stories. Have a great day!
-Liv💙
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