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Bakugou seemed to be on edge the entire week. Thoughts of falling behind Deku had been haunting him for weeks. With a lack of a clear head and proper rest, everything and everyone seemed to set off the explosion user. A chance encounter with the cute pink cheeked gravity user seemed to be the perfect encounter to properly relieve all his pent up anger.
Uraraka was in the gym working on some yoga since her body had been a bit too stiff for her liking lately. Bakugou had stomped his way and B-lined for the punching bag, that was until the sight of Uraraka’s plump ass sticking straight up in the air had caught his attention.
Since everything was pissing him off he felt the need to snap at her too, “Tsk, can’t you go anywhere fucking else and do that shit? What a waste of gym time pink-cheeks.”
Surprised by his presence, Uraraka turned her head around to give him a quizzical arch of her brows.
“Something wrong Bakugou? You seem really on edge…” She asked in a slight teasing tone, but also with some genuine concern since he has been such a ticking time bomb the last few days.
“Yeah, I want some fucking peace to blow off some steam, not walk into the gym to see your fat ass in my face!” He barked back.
She immediately got to her feet and felt the blood rush to her cheeks as rage clouded her vision.
“What the hell is your problem asshole!? I don’t ever do anything to you and yet you feel the need to berate me and my weight like a fucking prick! You wanna blow off some steam? Well good news now I do too since you wanna mope around like a moody bitch all week. I don’t give a shit if you beat me at the sports festival, because right now I wanna kick your ass,” Uraraka spat nothing but fire as rage consumed her.
Bakugou eyes widened at the colorful language that had come out of the supposedly-innocent-Uraraka’s mouth. But her rage and anger made him smirk with excitement at the prospect of a challenging fight.
“Let’s do it then Uraraka,” He responded as she stomped over to the small boxing ring that was inside the UA gym.
He threw off his hoodie and stretched his arms, “So how far do you wanna take this?”
“Winner can pin the other for a solid 60 seconds or until one of us calls uncle and no quirks,” she said as she stared him down like a hawk.
“Let’s go then!” He said with excitement as he launched at her with a crouching attack.
She predicted this basic attack and dodged out of the way and turned on her heel to end up behind him. She quickly lifted her leg to swing out a powerful kick to his back, but he turned around and caught her leg mid-kick.
He then threw her leg to the ground, but she quickly caught her fumble before she could fall on her ass. Quickly regaining her composure she had to side step Bakugou as he reached out to grab a hold of her arms.
The two of them continued their cat and mouse dance, until Uraraka had successfully landed a punch to Bakugou’s upper jaw.
He was panting and sweating with a now bruised jaw, but he had never felt more alive until now. The adrenaline from him and Uraraka going back and forth with one another was addicting, but her punch had awoken something within him.
When she launched at him to try and land another hit, but he used all of his body weight to grab a hold of her arm and stop her. Once he caught her arm he threw her onto the ground which reverbed with a loud thud at her body's impact.
She closed her eyes to wince in pain as Bakugou pinned both her arms and pinned her legs with his knees on her thighs. He was still breathing hard and was filled with exhilaration, slightly disappointed in how quick the fight had ended, but he was still filled with some sort of anticipation.
He felt her strength in his hands as she tried pushing upwards to throw his hands off of her.
“Give in cheeks, it’s over,” he growled.
She continued to squirm underneath him and started letting out whines and mewls. The sound of her voice and the expression on her face lit a fire within his belly. He looked down and realized one of his knees was pushing against her center, and she was fucking writhing on it.
He bit back the moan the bubbled up within his throat and slowly began to move his knee harder to bury it at her hot center. At this action she let out a louder moan and arched her back.
“God…” Bakugou panted out because of the position of power he was in. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be so fucking turned on. He always tried to push away his hormones and sexual desires to try and focus on hero work, but with Uraraka’s needy and high pitched cries at his actions had him rethinking things and fuck wouldn’t it be alright just to cave in this one time?
To experiment that he wasn’t delusional he began digging his knee around even more in circular motions and she let out a lewd grunt at his ministrations.
That was proof enough for him, but he wanted to tease her more, he wanted to break her and that fiery little mouth of hers. So he lowered his body down more, he moved his knee away from her center and she hissed at the loss. He replaced his knee with his rock hard groin placed against her needy center.
“Uraraka,” he growled down in her ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl and concede or should I make you cry out even more,” she couldn’t see the confident smirk on his face since she had her eyes scrunched closed.
“I need it…” She let out weakly.
“Need what sweetheart?” He questioned.
“I need you…” she finally opened her eyes and her big brown orbs were pleading and filled with tears.
He leaned down and gave a light lap of his tongue at her neck and she shivered, “What? Deku not fulfilling you? Poor Angel…” he teased.
Bakugou knew that Deku and Uraraka weren’t an item, but it always pissed him off how everyone around them acted like they were. Uraraka wasn’t that dork’s girlfriend, especially now that she’s begging and pleading underneath Bakugou.
“N-no! Me and Deku…” she looked down with a solemn expression on her face, “We’re not a thing….”
Bakugou hummed with pride at her confirmation and adjusted her hands to go above her head, still keeping her pinned. “Poor thing, you probably snapped at me because you’re so fucking pent up and touched starved for a real man,” he licked his lips and thrusted his groin against her a bit. “Beg for it and maybe I'll give you what you need,” he chuckled.
She tried to arch up more towards his body, but his weight on top of her kept her unmobile. “D-damnit Bakugou,” she whined.
“Tsk,” he gripped her wrists a bit harder, “It’s Katsuki, and that doesn’t sound like begging to me.” He lowered his head again, licking and sucking at her exposed neck.
“Please! Please, I need it!” She finally caved and begged.
“Atta girl,” He then placed both her wrists into one of his hands while the other now free one moved down her body.
He snaked said hand up her black tank top and underneath her bra to squeeze and play with one of her breasts. She let out a happy sigh and when he began to pinch at pull at her nipple she started moaning and writhing again.
“So sensitive..” He choked out in awe.
After teasing her breasts he then slid his hand down the length of her body, sliding underneath her tantalizing black tights and cotton panties.
“F-fuck you’re so fucking wet...I turn you on this much pink cheeks?” He said as he slowly began circling her clit.
“Katsuki,” she panted.
“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes sir’ since you’re being so good,” his voice was gravely and dark.
He then circled her entrance with his index finger which quickly became coated in Uraraka’s arousal. As his finger finally entered her, Uraraka let out a sigh of relief.
Teasing her insides with one finger didn’t seem to satisfy Uraraka, so Bakugou quickly started pumping in a second one.
This seemed to do the trick as her moans became louder and louder. When Bakugou curled his fingers upwards Uraraka’s whole body tensed up as she let out a loud cry. Her insides held onto his fingers with a vice grip as he slowly pulled them out from her twitching cavern.
As Uraraka came down from her brief euphoria, Bakugou let go of her arm and observed her lewd expression.
He took his fingers coated with her passion into his mouth and tasted her flavor.
He chuckled a bit and said,”Reminds me of strawberry mochi.”
He then removed her black tights entirely and continued to watch the fast rise and fall of her chest.
“You know I don’t need a mind reading quirk to tell what you’re thinking, it’s written all over your face… You want my cock don’t ya angel face?” He smirked with pride.
All Uraraka could manage was a nod of her head. As Bakugou began to remove his sweatpants and boxers, he had an oh shit moment when he realized he has no condom.
“Fuck,” he yelled out in frustration.
Uraraka genuinely became concerned and tried to sit up a little, “Whats wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom…” he muttered like a shy toddler.
“S’okay, m’on birth control,” her southern twang came out as she spoke.
Bakugo let out a shaky breath and a thank you to whichever god was listening. After removing his undergarments he lined his throbbing member at her entrance.
When he slowly began to sheath himself inside her greedy hole, Uraraka placed her legs to wrap around his back, trying to take him even deeper.
When he was fully inside her, he paused and looked at her for permission to move. Her eyes were basically pleading for him to start moving and so he started out with slow thrusts.
Eventually all Bakugou’s senses had feel like they were dulled as the only thing he could comprehend was the sound of her moans and the feeling of her pussy pulling him in and clenching his dick.
This caused him to get that feeling like he did when she punched him. He was filled with such adrenaline and pleasure that he continued to thrust harder and faster at the demand of a sloppy Uraraka.
She reached her peak first and her voice cried, “Katsuki!” So loud that the whole damn school probably knows how good he dicked her down.
The twitching and clenching from her orgasm led Bakugou to his own when he quickly pulled out and came all over her stomach.
Bakugou had his face hovering above hers as they panted from a pleasure in each other’s faces. He finally lowered his face and gave her a gentle, yet sensual kiss.
She reciprocated easily and wrapped her arms around his neck.
When she finally pulled away she looked up at him, “Feel better?”
Bakugou, THEE Bakugou Katsuki, let out a burst of laughter and smiled at her, “Yeah that was just what I needed, well shit what we needed.”
Uraraka laughed with him and the two felt so warm and comfortable.
As Bakugou found a towel to help wipe Uraraka off he asked, “Listen this might not be the best time but-Uh...You wanna get dinner together tomorrow night?”
She began to laugh, not only with happiness, but at the absurdity of the situation, “I would love to Katsuki,” she winked.
Needless to say, this chance encounter between two equally pent up and hormonal 3rd years lead to one of the most explosive relationships to ever come out of UA.