𑣲 ᯓ Ragebaiting Katsuki for a day
⤷ contains : fingering, nipple play, rough sex, angry sex, tummy bulge, (husband!katsuki), (f!reader)
It wasn’t a secret that your husband was hot-headed and had an extremely short temper. Even if he was just the slightest bit more patient and lenient with you, he was still quick to get aggravated.
Of course, you always avoided doing things that you knew would irritate him, and since he saw and—although too embarrassed to admit it—appreciated your efforts, he would scoff and brush off anything you did, that did happen to piss him off.
But it got you wondering… What if you dedicated an entire day to deliberately doing things that you know would piss him off?
You tried to shake off the curiosity because you felt that you didn’t have the heart to purposefully anger your dear husband, but alas, you couldn’t stop wondering.
So, since he had the weekend off, you decided to finally give in to your curiosity.
It’s Saturday morning and you’re making breakfast. Katsuki sits at the dining table, waiting for the food, when you walk over and suddenly slam his plate down in front of him.
His brow twitches in slight confusion but he chooses to ignore it, assuming you just had a bad grip on the plate and almost dropped it.
His eyes immediately shot up to glare at you when you came over and, again, slammed your plate down.
“The hell’s your problem, huh?” he grunted.
“Nothing… Why?” you question, your head tilted in faux-innocence.
He scoffs. “You’re going around and slammin’ these plates around like they’re indestructible or something. We paid good money for these nice plates that you begged me to get.”
You hummed and shrugged, digging into your plate of food, and you smiled internally with satisfaction as you saw a slight hint of irritation in his expression.
About an hour later, Katsuki resides on the couch, watching TV as you did whatever it was that you liked to do in the kitchen.
You walk over and plop yourself next to Katsuki with a heavy sigh, and his arm shifted to wrap around your shoulders. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to pay the mortgage, baby..” you whined, a pout on your face as you glanced up at him with puppy-eyes. His expression hardened.
“You don’t even pay for shit like that, the hell’re you talking about?”
“I just won’t be able to make the payment,” you reiterated, slumping back into him. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth together, and you had to fight the urge to laugh.
Another few hours pass and Katsuki’s sitting in his office, filling out a few reports and answering emails when you peek into the room, humming quietly.
“Baby,” you chirp. “Do you have anything you want me to get before I take the trash out?”
His pen scraping against a document halted, and his eyes flickered up to you. “What?”
“I asked if you had any trash before I—“
“I heard you the first time, woman,” he hissed. “I’m askin’ what the hell you’re doing. Why’re you taking out the trash when you’re supposed to just be sittin’ around and looking pretty, huh?” he scoffed, very obvious disdain colored over his expression. He stood up from his chair and walked over, snatching the bag of trash from your hand.
“Go sit your ass back down on the couch and watch TV or something. I got it.”
Of course, you obliged, giggling quietly to yourself. You felt so guilty, yet it was so fun to mess with him.
Dinner rolls around and again, the sound of plates slamming onto the table echo throughout the apartment, and Katsuki looks ready to blow your head off.
“Seriously, babe, what the hell is up with you? You usually treat these plates like they’re so precious—always yellin’ at me that I ‘need to be careful or I might destroy them.’ Why’re you slamming them around?”
Again, you shrugged and dug into your food. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kats. I normally handle them like this.”
He exhaled sharply, a vein visible on his forehead as his hand gripped tightly around his fork.
“..Whatever,” he murmured gruffly, clearly agitated. “Don’t come crying to me when they chip or break.”
The both of you quickly finish up dinner and he sits down on the couch once everything’s been cleaned up. You quickly saunter over to him, dropping to your knees and sitting on the floor in front of him.
“Oh?” His eyes widen in slight surprise, though he’s clearly not against it.
You lean forward and rub your face against his thigh and Katsuki’s lip twitches up into a smirk, his hand coming down to encouragingly run through your hair.
Your doe eyes gazed up at him seductively, leaning into his hand before you sit up and smile innocently.
“…I’m gonna go shower first, ‘kay, baby?”
Katsuki’s smirk immediately dropped, his brows furrowing in frustration. “The hell? You gotta go right now??”
“Yeah. It’s getting pretty late,” you hum, patting his knee. Katsuki grit his teeth and cursed under his breath as you turned and walked away, the tent in his pants starting to twitch as though it shared the same frustration he had with you.
He rubbed his face in vexation, groaning as he leaned back into the cushion of the couch. He sighed and turned on the TV in hopes of distracting himself from the aching throb in his pants.
You rushed through your shower, anticipating and excited for your last stunt that would probably send Katsuki over the edge.
You quickly rinse the suds off of your skin and jump out the shower, drying yourself off before hanging your towel back up.
After briefly glancing at yourself in the mirror, you open the bathroom door and exit casually, nakedly strolling back into the living room without any regard for anything.
Katsuki’s eyes flicker over to you and widen, the tent in his pants suddenly returning.
“Babe, I’m done, you should go show—“
You were suddenly cut off when Katsuki shot up off the couch and darted over to you, his lips meeting yours as his hands run along the warm, bare skin of your torso.
“The hell’s your issue, huh?” he groaned in between kisses. “Been pissin’ me off all day, and now you pull this shit? It’s like you’re asking for me to pounce on you.”
His lips devour yours, your lips being unable to keep up with his aggressive movements.
One of his hands squeezes at your waist as the other one comes up to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth to open. A soft whine escapes you as his tongue invades your mouth and swirls around your tongue.
Your hands press against his chest, your fingers clawing at his shirt, desperately in need of a moment to breathe.
Katsuki pulls away from the kiss for a split second, long enough to push you onto the couch and pull off his shirt. The article of clothing disappears somewhere behind him before he’s got you pinned onto the couch, his lips hungrily sucking at yours again.
His hand returns to your jaw, holding your face in place, and the other slides down to rub tight circles around your clit.
Your thighs twitch around his hand and you let out a soft noise, your pussy clenching around unfortunately nothing.
He breathlessly chuckles against your lips, swallowing your whines as his fingers slide down to teasingly circle your hole for a few moments before he pushes one in at a torturously slow pace.
The slow drag makes your body shudder, and a second finger quickly follows.
Both fingers begin pumping in and out of you, the callouses on his thick fingers dragging deliciously against your walls as his thumb shifted to rub your clit.
Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open, a heavy breath escaping you as his tongue pushes itself further into your mouth, scraping against the roof of your mouth.
His fingers quickly pick up pace, the movements relentless as they pump in and out of you without giving you a moment of rest. Your legs tremble and instinctively try to close around his hand, and he scoffs.
“Keep ‘em open, baby. You don’t get to provoke me all day and get away with it.”
His voice was rough and breathy, his hand releasing your chin to push your thighs apart.
His thumb aggressively rubbed against your clit at the same time, and he laughed as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers.
“I know.” He always did. He was always so infuriatingly smug whenever acknowledging your nearing orgasms—knowing when your noises heightened a pitch, the way your legs or thighs twitched, the way your eyes fluttered and rolled back… He knew it all, and he wasn’t shy to take advantage of it.
He curved his fingers and grinned wolfishly as your cunt clamped around his fingers again, a gasp and a ‘Katsuki’ falling seductively from your lips as you came onto his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he hummed in satisfactory, his fingers immediately pulling out of you and leaving you trembling. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and he licked your essence clean from his fingers.
Katsuki stared down at you with a dark and hungry expression, his eyes roving over your twitching body, before swatting at your thigh.
“Don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already, babe. I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he scoffed condescendingly, his hands undoing his belt and pants.
“I’ve been lettin’ your bullshit slide all day today, don’t you think you owe me this much?” His voice dripped in arrogance, his expression looking ready to devour you as his pants and boxers are dropped onto the floor, revealing his hard, dripping cock.
Katsuki pushes his body between your legs and his large hand pumps himself a few times before rubbing his tip against your swollen clit. He groaned as your slicks mixed together.
“It’s too late. I think I’d rather take you over an apology,” he cut you off, rubbing his fat tip against your hole before pushing it in without warning.
Despite the prep from his fingers, your pussy stretched widely around his cock, your back arching as a mix between a moan and a gasp escapes you.
“You need to learn to stop fuckin’ around so much. ‘S how you get yourself into trouble.”
He hardly gives you a second to adjust to his size before he’s already moving—his hips hitting against yours as the length of his cock dragged against your pulsating walls.
Your hands scrape at anything within your vicinity—the cushion of the couch, his hands gripping your waist, his forearms, his chest, his biceps, his shoulders, his back… Katsuki grunted and only thrusted harder into you as your nails dragged against his skin.
Katsuki’s eyes watch as your face twists in pleasure, chuckling breathlessly before his head falls onto your shoulder. His breath is hot against your skin as he lets out grunts and an occasional moan into your ear.
His lips nip at your skin before trailing down, capturing your nipple into his lips. His tongue swirls around the hardening bud, one hand coming up to toy with the other one.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft whine at the feeling, your back arching as your nails dug into his.
His free hand trails from your hip and down between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight, quick circles. Your legs twitched around his waist and your hips bucked up, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth hung open as a string of moans and ‘Katsuki’s fell from your lips. That, along with his skin hitting against yours, was the only sounds that filled the room.
A low groan emanated from Katsuki at the sound of his name spilling from your lips, his teeth pulling gently at your nipple.
“Katsuki,” you whined, your nails scraping at his back. “I’m gonna cum.”
Katsuki laughed and stopped the movement of his hips. “Nah. Not yet.”
You whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation, your chest heaving as you look at him with a desperate expression.
“Thirty minutes of fun isn’t enough to make up for you messin’ with me all day.”
You attempt to glare up at him, your eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, and he laughs again, trailing a line of kisses along your jawline and up to your ear as his hands return to your hips to hold you in place.
“We’re not done ‘til I say we are,” he hummed into your ear before nipping at the shell of it.
His hips resume their movements—slower, this time. A slow pace to torture you; enough to stimulate, but nowhere near enough to bring you to bliss.
Katsuki’s eyes trailed along your body, taking in the slight of your trembling form. He bottoms out inside of you and smirks, pressing at the bulge in your stomach. Your pussy clenches around his cock in response.
“Look at that,” he scoffed. “You like when my dick hits you this deep or somethin’?”
Without giving you a moment to respond, he pulls back and rams his hips back into yours, earning a dark groan from him and a needy whine from you.
His pace quickly returns to the previously harsh one, his movements slightly more erratic than before.
The obscene sounds of his cock plunging into your wet pussy, your soft moans, and the way you clenched around Katsuki’s cock drove him crazy, his inhibitions lowering as he starts to let out louder groans into your ear.
Your nails scraped down his back, leaving red claw marks along his skin. He hissed as the pain and the pleasure faded together.
“Katsuki, it’s too much..!” you whined.
“You can take it,” he breathed out gruffly, his hands sliding down to push your legs back against your chest. His hips rammed themselves into yours, his abs flexing with each harsh thrust into you.
“I’m gonna cum,” you breathed, your back arching up off the couch as your pussy clamped tightly around his cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his thrusts slowly losing the consistent rhythm and becoming sloppy. “Me too, baby.”
With that, one of his hands slide up to toy with your clit again, and his face leaned down to capture your lips again.
The both of you swallowed each other’s moans down, your legs shaking as your orgasm builds in your stomach.
With a particularly hard thrust, you gasp loudly and cum onto his cock, your eyes rolled back as your pussy fluttered around him.
He whined loudly, the feeling of your fluttering walls pushing him over the edge as well. His hips stuttered as he spilled everything into you.
Katsuki’s thrusts quickly slowed to a minimal grind to allow the both of you to breathe and ride out the highs of your orgasms. Your chests heaved and your breaths mixed together as his hips finally slowed to a stop, and he pushed himself up, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.
“You okay?” he breathed, his voice rough.
As you nod, he pats your thigh and murmurs an ‘Atta girl’ before pulling out. He groans as he watches a mixture of his and your cum oozing out from your cunt, his fingers spreading open your folds before pushing his seed back in.
“That’ll teach you to not fuck around with me, huh?” he laughs. “Pull some shit like this again, and you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
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i’ll come up with a shoto version soon hehe
