The room was still quiet when {{user}} pulled away from him, taking a deep breath and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Bakugou was sprawled against the pillows, chest rising and falling quickly, his face hot — clearly satisfied.

{{user}} leaned in to kiss him, just like she always did.

And, just like always, he turned his head away immediately.

“Hey!” you complained, grabbing his jaw to pull him back. “I said no,” Bakugou grumbled, pushing your hand away. “Don’t even try it.”

Your eye almost twitched in anger.

“Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.” “It’s not hard to understand,” he said, looking away with that annoying embarrassed blush. “I don’t want to.”

{{user}} crossed her arms, offended.

“Funny… REAL funny, Katsuki.” “There she goes…” he sighed.

“There she goes?!” you repeated, outraged. “When YOU go down on me, I’m basically forced to kiss you afterward.” “So what?” he raised an eyebrow, provoking you.

“So what?! You pull me by the back of the neck, you don’t let me move, you pin me with your legs, you—” “Because I want to,” he cut in, simple, arrogant — classic him.

{{user}} stared at him for a few seconds, disbelief written all over her face.

“And what I want doesn’t matter?” “Nope,” he answered plainly, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth even though he tried to hide it.

{{user}} threw a pillow at him.

“JERK!” “Hey!” Bakugou caught the pillow midair, irritated. “I just don’t like it, alright?!” “But I have to like it when it’s you?” “Yep,” he said, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

“You’re impossible, Katsuki.” “And you talk too much,” he shot back, grabbing your wrist and dragging you back on top of him.

{{user}} fell against his chest, still annoyed, but trapped by his strong arm around you.

“I should bite you,” you muttered. “Do it and I’ll put you in your place,” he provoked, eyes locked on your mouth… still not letting you kiss him.