The air was thick with lust, body on body as you felt Bakugou's rough, calloused hands move fervently against your smooth skin. His breathing was laboured, eyes narrow and face scrunched as he felt himself delve into the moment of it all.

Moments like these were the norm in your relationship, as Bakugou was naturally a very touchy man in private. Albeit feigning he wanted nothing to do with your existence in public.

So when his movements suddenly started going awkward and less horse-powered, your brows began to knit, clearly disturbed by his unanticipated lack of enthusiasm.

Pushing the thought aside, labeling it as your tendency to overthink, you pushed further. Continuing to initiate and take over the handle. That's when he felt his frustration meet a new high.

“Shit.. Get offa me!” He abruptly hissed, practically shoving you off of him as he practically scrambled so that his feet met the floor. His face scrunched into a deep scowl. Shitshitshitshit..

Damn it!

His fingers curled deep against nothing but the ghost of the hard material of his dresser drawer, raising the opposite hand that was trembling like a leaf in the frost-bitten winter.