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Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t an easy man and everyone could see that. His hair and his personality matched his quirk to a T: he was explosive. Quick to anger and slow to compromise, it was no wonder that he never seemed to date anyone. Could he even like anyone else besides himself?
After All Might’s retirement his classmates could tell that something had changed. Although he still referred to others as “extras” and was quick to insult, his words didn’t hold the same intensity as before. He continued to excel in his studies and in training, his relationship with Deku seemed to have calmed down to an extent, approaching the small freckled boy with annoyance rather than true disdain. Deku in turn treating him more informally instead of fearing he would snap at any given time. His friendship with Kirishima seem to grow and even extend to some of his other classmates, but those were still few.
By the beginning of their second year Bakugo was as explosive as ever but this time most were used to it, his tone and mannerism carrying even less anger and more indifference. This year began with another slight change for Bakugo, the attention.
Class 1-A’s eventful first year made them celebrities to a small extent, but still within their school and among their classmates they were just that - students. Bakugo, if anything was avoided the most for his abrasive personality and tendency to, for lack of a more appropriate phrase - blow up.
That year he wasn’t avoided as much, and he didn’t know how to handle it. From the moment he walked back to school to move back into their dorms he could sense the stares, hear the whispers, and the giggles. At first he ignored it, thinking it was typical back to school shenanigans. After a while of feeling the stares he started to wonder if maybe it was about him. Bakugo narrowed his eyes and looked around, noting people quickly looking away, some blushing, some giggling, some even waved at him. With a dumb look on his face he pressed forward and when he finally arrived into his dormitory he breathed a sigh of relief noting his classmates simply regard him as they usually did. Kirishima waved happily at him and Bakugo nodded in his direction. As he walked toward the main floor’s bathroom he overheard Ashido and Hagakure talking, normally he would tune them out but then he heard his name.
“ - Bakugo came out close to the top of the list! Like, can you imagine?” Ashido continued her conversation, sounding surprised, “I guess I can understand, if you squint really hard and look past his shit personality it makes sense. There really is a difference in perspective when you don’t go to school with him.” Bakugo was confused, he had no idea what list they were talking about but he’d be damned if he didn’t find out why he was near the top and not THE top. Hagakure hummed pensively, “That’s why it makes sense though! And you know what they say about bad boys - ” Bakugo had stormed over to them, already scowling and demanded, “Hey, why are you talking about me? You got a problem?” The girls squeaked and flushed. Ashido tried to hide her phone but Bakugo noticed and snatched it and looked at the screen. The girls yelped and started saying, “It’s just a silly poll! Don’t pay attention to it!” squealed Ashido, Hagakure’s gloved fingers pressed against each other, “Yeah it wasn’t even a big poll, just a couple of people. We were sent the link to it by a friend from my old school don’t think about it too much.”
Some of the other classmates perked up at the commotion and went over to figure out what was up, with Bakugo involved they worried there’d be some yelling and possibly bloodshed. Bakugo’s face sported a dumb look as he stared at the screen. The results of a poll on some social media site he didn’t use, a poll ranking the cutest boys from last year’s U.A.’s class 1-A. At Hagakure’s mention that it was a couple of ppl he looked at the total number of people who voted. His mind blanked as he couldn’t fully process the number 6,782.
Kirishima and some others were trying to peer over his shoulder, Kirishima hollered, “Hey I’m in fifth place alright! Let the ladies come.” Kaminari caught a glance and started saying, “Hey Tokoyami! You’re the third cutest boy in the class! And, wow Todoroki I’m not surprised you’re considered the cutest.” Todoroki simply looked up and looked away, Tokoyami perked up in confusion.
Iida came in saying, “It is a safety hazard for everyone to gather near the entrance like this, what if there’s an emergency!” Approaching the crowd Kirishima gripped his shoulder and grinned, “Congrats Iida, it seems you’re the fourth cutest boy from our class!” Iida faltered and gaped at him, his face flushing, and stuttering he’s left there with the gears in his head working over time as Asui with a finger on her chin asked, “Who’s in second place?”
At this those closest smirked towards Bakugo, who was still blankly staring at the screen in his hand. His face betraying nothing, Kirishima gave a big laugh and patted Bakugo’s back, said boy wobbling with the force. “Who do you think? Well my boy right here, of course!” Everyone turned to look at said boy, with the dumb look, when he finally looks away and dumbly says, “Huh?”. Kirishima, still grinning and addressing Bakugo says, “Hey man congrats! Thousands of people think you’re cute! Maybe you’ll get some action this year, huh?” Kirishima laughed still patting his back as Bakugo wobbled. Finally, Bakugo simply hands Ashido her phone back, and with a scowl says, “I’ll kill whoever started this bullshit,” and simply walks away. Everyone else laughs and continued talking about the poll, figuring out the other’s rankings.
That year Bakugo ignored everyone outside of his class as best as he could, not wanting to deal with anymore than he already had to among his classmates. For the first part of the year he was teased for his ranking, some of the boys trying to get him to take advantage of it and start dating! Bakugo wasn’t interested, in anyone, he was too focused on becoming stronger and showing up Deku every chance he got.
Their third year the class had grown up considerably, in maturity and body. Years of training and this was their last year in school where they could show off their strength. Deku, Ground Zero, Uravity, Ingenium and many others had grown more into their hero selves. Bakugo was beginning to come off more as a man than a boy, though for the most part he appeared to be the same except to those that know him better. He hit a growth spurt making him taller, and just bigger in general. He spent his breaks as he usually does - mostly training. This year he was determined to truly show the world what he was made of and so before coming back to school he trained harder and his body showed off the work. This time he was more used to the attention, most notably the blushing and giggly kind. He ignored it and when he entered his dormitory for his last year, he was grateful to not overhear any mention of his name being part of any stupid poll.
Two weeks into his last year had gone by when he received a strange request. Uraraka approached him at dinner and asked if he would mind sparring with her. In the last two years she has come into her own as a hero, while still hoping to go into rescue she has continued trained in martial arts making her an even more formidable opponent than before. Bakugo regarded her blankly and then asked, “Why me?” Uraraka smiles sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head, “Well I’ve trained with Ojiro because he’s the best martial artist in class, but we’ve grown accustomed to each other and it’s not much of a challenge anymore. I’ve trained with Deku before too because he’s strong but he’s actually not that good of a martial artist, he mentioned one time that when he was younger he tried to learn martial arts while watching you practice and so I remembered that and thought it was worth a shot.” Uraraka chuckled sheepishly hoping she didn’t make it too awkward, Bakugo stared at her and thought to himself that maybe it’d be worth it to look back into martial arts. He hummed and said, “I guess it would be good training, when would you like to meet?” Uraraka’s eyes widened in shock, she actually didn’t think he’d agreed so easily and had resigned herself to accept rejection and find someone from another class. She beamed at him and clasped her hands together, “Yes! Um, I guess I can reserve the room for tomorrow night?” Bakugo nodded mildly and went back to his dinner, clearly dismissing her and Uraraka smiled and turned away.
Uraraka hadn’t interacted much with Bakugo but she could tell he had changed a bit over the last two years. Ever since the sports festival she was determined to get stronger, even though she wants to be a rescue hero she wanted to show to her classmates that her almost win that year was not a fluke and she can hold her own in combat. She’s respected Bakugo a lot since that fight and believes this opportunity will help her become even stronger, and show him that the effort he put into their fight was well-placed.
The next day before class started Uraraka told Bakugo when to meet her at the training room and he nodded and continued having his cereal. Later that night Uraraka stretched as she waited for Bakugo, she was wearing her typical black tank top and black biker shorts, she had her shoes off but her feet and hands where wrapped in training bandages. Bakugo walks in also in a black tank top, but in dark blue sweatpants. He takes his sandals off and his hands were already wrapped in bandages as well, though not his feet. Uraraka smiles and waves at him, Bakugo grunts in acknowledgement and starts stretching his arms. They stretched in silence for a while before Uraraka breaks it not feeling comfortable, “So, when was the last time you sparred with someone without using your quirk?” Bakugo looked at her and shrugged, “I don’t usually train with other people” Uraraka nodded to herself, accepting that made a lot of sense.
Uraraka had grown, where she was weaker before in terms of combat she now showed defined back, arm, and leg muscles. Clearly she’d been working hard and Bakugo took note of this. Finally, they seemed to finish stretching and were getting ready to face off. Uraraka had a determined look on her face and Bakugo smirked, feeling confident and waiting for his opponent.
She came at him fast, faster than he expected, but still he was ready. Uraraka ran at him and while she held her right fist back, she actually aimed to swipe his legs. Bakugo avoided her leg and jumped over her and right before landing he pulled his right leg over to kick her down as she got back up. Before his leg made contact she turned quickly and gripped his ankle and pushed his foot away, Bakugo’s smirk grew and his red eyes gleamed. His fists clenched at his sides readying himself to turn it up a notch.
Uraraka pulled herself back up from the ground in a ready stance, they stared each other down for a second before Bakugo resumed the fight. Knowing that people have figured out that he always starts with a strong right hook he readied himself to instead switch and attack with his left. Uraraka caught the weak right hook and in a split second noted the incoming left hook and quickly caught it as well, adeptly flipping his wrists over, turning him around pulling his wrists behind his back. She pushed the back of his legs to take him down and she promptly sat down on his back. Bakugo was impressed, he definitely was not prepared for how fast she had gotten. He guessed now, he shouldn’t have been surprised, she’d been practicing and training with a guy who fights with fists, legs, and a tail she had to be prepare for everything. He had to get serious.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you?” Uraraka teased, and she stood back up again. Bakugo chuckled and pushed himself up slowly, his back muscles flexing as he held back his urge to charge and blow her up. Uraraka couldn’t help but realize how much he had grown, he had always been athletic and in good shape, but a young teen’s body can never compare to that of an 18 year old who’s dedicated a lot of his time to training. Uraraka considered for a moment if maybe her many hours of training were obvious when looking at her body. She knows that she’s gained muscle, but is her development as obvious as Bakugo’s?
Bakugo stood up and cracked his neck, he turns around and Uraraka sees his beastial grin, recalling that whenever he feels particularly bloodthirsty that grin makes an appearance. Bakugo sped up at her, faster than he was before and slammed his left leg against her side, giving Uraraka only enough time to brace herself for his assault unable to dodge or catch it. She gasped as she felt the kick connect and she slid off to the side, she noticed Bakugo already coming at her again and she made an X with her arms blocking the high kick coming towards her. She pushed against the kick and kneed him in the ribs. Bakugo coughed but was only briefly stalled, he punched her solar plexus which pushed the air out of her lungs. She started falling down and Bakugo readied his fist again, but as she fell she noted an opening and before she completely met the ground she pulled her legs back and with all her strengthen kicked them into his chest, sending Bakugo flying across the room. Uraraka fell down but didn’t stay down for long. She got up and chased after him, her fists ready and her breathing still a little uneven thanks to his well-placed punch. She jumped up high readying her right fist, Bakugo coughed and looked up in time to see a fist coming towards him. He dropped down her fist tearing through the wall. Bakugo gripped her waist and lifted her and sent her flying.
Uraraka cringed when he gripped right where he had kicked her just a little bit ago and as she flew she flipped her body over before falling and managed to land on her feet. Bakugo was already running back to her and this time she was ready. He threw a punch right at her face which she narrowly dodged, and as the fist continued to fly by her head she gripped his wrist, turned around, swiped his feet and the moment he lost balance she flipped his body over and slammed him on the ground. He coughed, the air leaving his body and Uraraka held him on the ground holding her own fist back, ready.
Bakugo groaned as Uraraka panted, he kept his eyes closed as she hovered over him. Then, a sound coming from Bakugo shocked her. He was laughing. Uraraka’s eyes narrowed but she stood up, and offered him a hand. He opened his eyes, the fierce red glinting in amusement. The Bakugo she thought she knew wouldn’t handle a loss well, but then he scoffed at her outstretched hand and pushed himself up, she rolled her eyes and smiled, taking her hand back. That’s definitely more like him, she thought.
“So much for sparring, huh? This was more of a brawl.” He scoffed at her, her eyes widened and her blushed, “Oh! I’m sorry, you’re right we were just supposed to be sparring but I guess I sort of went all out.” She offered a sheepish smile and scratched the back of her head. Bakugo looked at her and sighed, “I haven’t really done martial arts in a long time, I guess this loss was to be expected,” he mumbled to himself and then growled at Uraraka, “don’t expect to keep winning against me, I’ll kill you.” She grinned at this, no one in their class have been fazed by his words for a long time now. She approached him in a friendly manner and asks, “Does that mean you don’t mind training with me some more?” Bakugo looks down at her, noting how much smaller she is than him and how strong she is. He thinks to himself that this was actually really good training and it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on his martial arts, could be better than all the repetitive training he’s been doing on his own. He grunts his approval and starts walking towards the center of the room and Uraraka follows along humming happily, glad to finally have someone to challenge her.
This time around, they actually sparred. Uraraka was really fast, and of course Bakugo was fast too but mostly it came from his expert execution of his quirk. Still, even on his own two feet his movements were fast and precise. She held her own, her legs especially fast and strong, while her arms had gained muscle and strength they were nothing compared to her legs.
They took a water break after a while, they sat on the floor in a comfortable silence, relishing the feeling on the cold water refreshing their tired bodies. Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Bakugo who was staring blankly at the ceiling, his breaths more controlled now. She smiled softly and started, “Good enough training for you?” He looked at her and scoffed, although she noted there was less feeling in it than usual, “Good enough for now.” Bakugo noted the clock on the wall behind her, “I’ll be on my way now,” he started standing and then met Uraraka’s questioning eyes, “see you here next week then.” Uraraka’s eyes widened but then she beamed at Bakugo’s back as he walked away, “See ya, partner!”
For the next month they met once a week and trained together, at some point some of their classmates noticed that they started spending time together. Some started to assume they were secretly dating, and so one of their training nights a small group of them secretly stalked them as they approached their training room.
“Ouch, watch it Denki!” Kirishima whisper-yelled at his blonde friend. Ashido tried to peer over their shoulders but was too short, “Hey guys give me some room” she whispered aggressively at the two boys. “Be quiet, we don’t want them to stop whatever they’re doing because they heard us.” Mineta whispered at the group, really hoping he would catch them - especially Uraraka - in some compromising positions. “Wait, where’s Toru?” Inquired Sero. The group looked around suddenly seeing the floating clothes just a ways ahead, closer to the building Uraraka and Bakugo disappeared into. They all moved together towards the invisible girl, “What took you guys so long? I’ve been hearing some strange things going on in there…” Mineta rushed towards the door and pressed his hopeful ear against it, the rest of the group caught on and suddenly they could hear it.
Loud grunting, heavy breathing, the sound of rough movement, and even some whimpering. Mineta started drooling, his mind reeling with all the possibilities. The rest of the group listened intently, some with their mouths agape. “Alright, Bakugo, finally getting some.” Congratulated Kirishima softly to himself, punching the sky. They listened some a little bit and finally they could hear their voices.
“We taking it slow today, or are you ready to go hard?” They heard Uraraka ask, they heard a scoff, probably from Bakugo and then his deep voice reply, “When do I ever take it slow, Cheeks?” Mineta squeaked a bit but it was mostly inaudible, the group pressed themselves against the door even more. Suddenly they could hear even more rough movement, rougher breathing, and skin against skin contact. Mineta drooled against the door, while the group started to blush furiously, Ashido’s hand against her mouth. After a particularly loud sounding slap they heard Uraraka’s voice whimper, “Hey, not so rough.” They heard a dark, mischievous chuckle “Not sorry Cheeks, you know, I’m always rough.” At this Mineta started panting and the group flushed, their bodies pressed so hard against the door that they stumbled and fell into the room. They yelled as they fell and the pair stopped what they were doing and looked at them. Mineta in a daze started running towards Uraraka, seeing her naked and blushing in his mind’s eye, but instead he’s held back by her hand against his forehead until he finally sees her, fully dressed and not blushing. Bakugo looked at the group equally as confused, and they all scrambled to de-tangle themselves from each other and when they finally look up they see the pair fully dressed in workout clothes, confused, standing in the middle of a sparring mat.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” Asked Uraraka in a soft voice, wondering if maybe she didn’t realize the room had already been booked. Kirishima coughed and scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously, “So just to make sure… you two weren’t having sex in here, right?” For a second neither Uraraka nor Bakugo processed what he had asked, after another beat they both got it and simultaneously cocked their heads to the side and said “huh?”. Kaminari exclaimed, “We heard you! Talking about ‘going hard’ and ‘always being rough’, wh- wh- what else were we supposed to think?!” At this Uraraka blushed both in embarrassment and annoyance, Bakugo snarled and cocked his head back angrily and yelled, “Do you all want to fucking die?!” Hagakure and Ashido had started to retreat sneakily, while Mineta just tried to reach over to feel Uraraka’s sweaty body, she then pushes him away as hard as she could asking him fly right into the last three boys standing. They all found their voices and started stuttering out apologies and attempting a strategic retreat.
Uraraka and Bakugo were once again left alone in the training room, still trying to grasp what the hell had just happened. Bakugo then stuck his hands in his pockets and looked towards his training partner, she still stared at the door with a dumb look on her face, he coughed to get her attention, “Don’t listen to those extras, they don’t know what they’re talking about, let’s keep going.” Uraraka snapped out of it and looked at him, smiling weakly and getting into a ready stance, “Ready.”
After the group discovered the truth about Uraraka and Bakugo, the awkward rumors stopped but instead people just wondered how those two people even became friends. Kirishima asked Bakugo one day and he simply shrugged and said, “We train together” and left it at that. Uraraka had been assaulted with inquiries ever since the next day they were discovered, and she just laughs nervously and says, “We’re more training partners than friends guys, it’s not that big of a deal.”
The next time they met to train after their classmates found out was a little awkward. Although they hadn’t done anything it felt as if they were discovered doing something dirty. Probably because of the assumptions they had when they broke into the room. Uraraka broke the silence, “Sorry if this whole thing makes you feel weird, I would understand if you didn’t want to be seen with me anymore,” she smiled weakly at him, but he simply looked at her and sneered, “Don’t go quitting on me Cheeks, I still haven’t beaten you, and I won’t stop until you’re dead.” He smirked at her, his red eyes glinting with mischief, Uraraka scoffed and smirked back, “I gave you a chance to withdraw, now you’re going to be stuck with me.” They got ready and started that night’s training.
For the next week they found themselves thinking of the other, it didn’t happen too often just at seemingly random moments they would wonder what the other was up to. They didn’t really interact much outside of their designated training evenings, and so they sometimes considered what it would be like to not just train but actually be friends. Would it even be possible for them? What would they even talk about, did they even have anything in common?
Their training night came and Uraraka was there early. She had neglected her laundry that day, but it was too late and decided to do it over the weekend. She ended up wearing a black sports bra and some gray running shorts, she shrugged not thinking much about her attire. She often worked out in this type of clothing anyway but usually alone. Uraraka didn’t think it’d be a problem if she used it this one time, right?
Uraraka went there early, thinking that while the outfit shouldn’t be too bad she’d probably make Bakugo uncomfortable if she stretched in such little clothing. So she arrived early to get her stretching done before he arrived. When Bakugo finally arrived she had finished her stretching exercises and was standing against the wall drinking water and scrolling through her phone. She looked up hearing the door open and wondered why Bakugo simply stood there with a indiscernible look on his face.
Bakugo was wearing his normal training clothes, sweatpants and a tank top. He walked into the training room and all his mind could process was skin.
Bakugo was not blind, nor stupid, Uraraka was a good looking girl with a well cared for body, however he had no interest in seeing anyone in any other way besides enemy, acquaintance, and extra. So Uraraka never registered in his mind as anything besides any one of those for the last few years he’s known her. However, as he saw her leaning against the wall in as little clothes as he’d ever seen her before his hormones couldn’t help but react to the image. He was so caught off guard he didn’t realize he hadn’t realized he’d been standing by the entrance for a few seconds too long. When he noted Uraraka’s questioning look he snapped out of it and scoffed, skulking towards the center of the room. He started to stretch and looked up at Uraraka, narrowing his eyes, “What are you playing at? You hoping to distract me so you can get the upper hand? It won’t be that easy, Cheeks.” She cocked her head to the side, “What?” Bakugo nodded down at her outfit, her mouth formed an O in realization and coughed nervously, “No, uh - I forgot to do my laundry today, so the only clean clothes I had for training are my normal workout clothes. This is what I usually wear when I workout…” she looked down at her clothes with a worried expression, she didn’t think it’d be an issue but maybe she was wrong? Bakugo regarded her expression and rolled his eyes, “Fine, let’s just do this.” Uraraka looked at him and noted he really didn’t seem bothered, she sighed in relief and got ready to fight.
Uraraka swiped her right leg overhead aiming for his jaw, but Bakugo leaned back and caught her ankle with his left hand. Had her legs always been this smooth?, he thought to himself, dismissing the thought immediately throwing her leg away as if it burned him. He aimed a hook right back at her which he blocked and then attempted to knee him, he jumped back. Weeks of training together had definitely done wonders for their reflexes, although Bakugo’s were already refined training with her still managed to keep him on his toes. As he jumped back to avoid her knee she extended her leg, turning it into a kick aiming to slam her foot against his chin, he narrowly blocks it by swiping his arm up to throw her leg back. That made her nearly lose her balance but she regained her composure and sucked in a breath. When she breathed in he noted the way the faint outline of the muscles of her abs flexed along with her breathing. He forced himself to look up at her face, but before his eyes reached hers they stopped on her chest, where he noted a drop of sweat falling into her sports bra. He groaned internally and straightened himself, he breathed in deep and thought, fuck this, if she gets to be half naked then I do too. Uraraka offered him a questioning look when he stopped moving and breathed in deep, her eyes widening when she noted his hands gripping the bottom of his tank top and starting to pull it up.
“Huh - wh - wait, wha -?” Stuttering stopped when his tank top disappeared from this torso, her eyes taking in every inch of muscle that stretched and flexed along with his movements. Her mouth instinctively watered and she swallowed roughly, suddenly feeling very… thirsty. When the fabric fell on the ground her eyes snapped up to his face and took in the smug look in his eyes, she snarled at him, “Is that supposed to distract me? Don’t think you can beat me just because you took your shirt off.” Bakugo lifted his chin up cockily and brought his fists up to continue their spar.
Uraraka sped toward him and when she neared him she slid forward to knock his feet off, he avoided her attack and aimed a leg towards her head which she blocked and pushed aside, standing back up throwing a quick punch at his jaw which he barely missed, he noted her eyes looking fierce and determined. Seemed like she was getting serious today. She immediately followed the missed punch with another one aiming for his gut, this one hit. Bakugo cringed and bared his teeth as he does when he gets excited for a real fight. He reaches for her waist, momentarily noting the smoothness of her skin, he disregards that thought and pushes her away aggressively. Uraraka trips over her the mat and falls back. Bakugo stalks over to her and she couldn’t move, suddenly realizing just how tall he was. He towered over her body, and she thought to herself when was the last time she felt so small. His body cast a shadow over her small frame as he stopped by her feet, he looks down at her and takes in her big eyes, the sound of her breaths and the movement of her upper body as she takes in those breaths. Her legs, those powerful legs he had never seen her thighs but they were so big and toned. Uraraka couldn’t meet his eyes, they were distracted by his stature, the way his broad chest rose with his breathing, his abs - god those delicious looking abs. She’d never cared about muscles at all, but for some reason seeing him like this had her mind in a daze. Has he always been this hot? Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder, how she never notice this before.
Bakugo and Uraraka were lost in thought, neither of them noticed that he was suddenly on the ground with her but still hovering over her. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other’s bodies, absorbing each small movement. It should’ve been expected that things would turn out like this, being in such a demanding school as U.A. didn’t offer the students much of a life outside of studying and training. Those who took their hero courses seriously didn’t allow themselves much personal time, which meant that most never really dated or just interacted in anyway romantic. These two in particular were especially consumed by their schoolwork and personal training, they hardly even offered themselves personal relief from sexual tension, being too exhausted by the time they go to bed.
Bakugo and Uraraka were caught off-guard by the effect just a bit of skin had on their hormones, they were sexually repressed teens and until they were exposed to the potential for release they didn’t even realize they needed it. Craved it.
Uraraka snapped out of it first, her face flushing and her mind reeled thinking of what she could do to get out of this. She remembered, they’re supposed to be sparring, she smirked realizing she’s going to get the jump on him so she moved quickly. Uraraka pushed her body forward and tackled him, throwing him down, Bakugo got the wind knocked out of him as his back and head hit the mat. She sat on him and pulled her fist back, ready to knock it into him if he made a move against her. She looked down at him triumphantly and let out a ha! Seeing the look of disbelief take over his features. “Seems I did get the upper hand!” She exclaimed , and he growled at her dangerously, he was not going to go easy on her anymore. She started to giggle and at that very moment that her body started shaking with laughter, she realized her mistake and her body tensed. Uraraka was sitting on him. Straddling his hips. She was sitting right on him.
Uraraka gulped and looked down cautiously, a look of worry in her eyes and she noticed Bakugo’s body also tense under her. His hands were on either side on his body and he closed and opened them along with his breaths, trying to get a hold of himself. She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. Because she was sitting right on him, one wrong move and she’d be grinding right against him.
Deku in a bikini, Deku in a bikini, Deku in a bikini… Bakugo tried to divert his thoughts to something, anything, that would not cause an erection. Bakugo was damn near about to lose his mind, this was not at all how he planned to spend the night. Then Bakugo made a mistake, he looked up at her.
Fuck, was the only thing that crossed her mind when his red eyes met hers, his lips were slightly parted and his usually scowling face instead sported a pained, almost hungry look. Uraraka didn’t know how to react to this, she can’t recall ever having to deal with having someone looking at her like that, she couldn’t even confirmed if she was interpreting his look correctly. Her body was getting tired of being tensed up like this, she unconsciously relaxed her muscles which included her thighs, having more weight fall on Bakugo’s body and causing said man to clench his jaw and a low growl to rise from deep inside him. Uraraka had never heard a more seductive sound in her life, she felt herself moistened at the deep, masculine sound that reverberated from his body. Her eyes glazed over as her stare travelled back down his body, mewling internally, she started to chew on her bottom lip. How the fuck is this real, wondered Uraraka to herself, for someone to look this good. Bakugo held on as best as she could, but a body like hers on top of his it was a miracle he hadn’t assaulted her, was she always this fucking hot?
When Bakugo looked back into her eyes he was caught off-guard by the lost and dazed look she was sporting, he didn’t even consider that she might have been feeling similar to him. He was holding back this whole time thinking there’d be no way she would be interested in him, maybe he could test the waters?
His hands moved from beside him to her thighs, he marveled at the feeling of her soft skin and the flexing of her muscles. She gasped slightly at the contact, his hands were impossibly hot and for a second she feared he would use his quirk on her. He kept his right hand on her thigh while his other hand travelled up and to her torso, relishing in the feel of her small waist, and then continue behind her and up her back, which in turn pulled his body up so he was no longer on the ground. The movement had them grinding against each other a bit, and Uraraka released a soft sigh at the delicious feeling. Bakugo wanted to see her body under him, so he started to gently lead her back so that she was the one on the ground. He remained between her legs, now hovering above her, Uraraka was briefly transported back to the real world and then she was very aware of their situation. His very warm body hovering above hers, once again making her feel so small. She was about to say something when she felt his hips push against hers and she gasped both in shock and pleasure.
“Fuck, Cheeks…” she heard Bakugo breathe out, her eyes snapped up to look into his and she bit her lip when she saw the look of unmistakable lust, one she again had no experience in but could still recognize. Hearing his pained voice coupled with the look had her locking her ankles around behind him and then pushed his pelvis against hers again. This rough and wonderful friction caused a soft moan to escape from her lips, Bakugo seeming entranced by the sound and determined to hear it again.
There’d be no turning back now, for either of them.
Bakugo leaned forward into her neck, breathing in her scent and then having his breath dance against her skin. This made Uraraka shiver and Bakugo smirked, he pressed himself against her again and that caused her to buck under him. Her hands found his back and her hands spread over his skin, marveling at the feeling of his muscles ripple under her touch. She was careful not to touch him with her fingertips. “Ahh, shit…” Uraraka whimpered, Bakugo grunted at hearing her swear, something about the innocent looking Uraraka cursing like that because of him made something stir inside him. He needed to hear more, he needed more. His hands searched for her waist and relished the feeling, as his hands rose slowly he ground his crotch against her more forcefully and consistently, eliciting certain soft sounds from the woman under him. His mouth found her ear and he breathed into it, earning another shiver, he opened his lips and his tongue tasted her earlobe. She released a breath along with a soft moan and his crotch twitched and stirred, pushing against the fabric of his pants. Uraraka felt that hardness press more against her, an obvious patch of wetness now showing on her grey shorts. As his hands reached her breasts, before fully groping her he opened his mouth and bit her ear gently, licking her lobe and sucking on it. Uraraka’s eyes closed and she pushed roughly against him, using the legs wrapped around him to pull his crotch right up against hers. A moan escaped her lips and Bakugo damn near lost it. His hands reached her breasts and he fully cupped them, feeling them and groping them needing to feel her. Her mouth hung open as soft moans continuously left her mouth, they were full-on grinding against each other, the wonderful friction making them see stars. Uraraka’s hands found his hair pulled his head up roughly, briefly looking into his eyes before pulling him back down, this time their lips connected.
They both breathed out of their noses in relief not having realized until that moment what was missing. Their kissing was sloppy at first both trying to find some sort of rhythm that fit their grinding, groping, and now kissing. Finally, they found something that worked and their tongues met. They tasted each other and Uraraka started to suck lightly on Bakugo’s tongue, something Bakugo didn’t even consider he might enjoy until now. He lifted her sports bra exposing her bare tits to his eager hands, which wasted no time in groping. Uraraka moaned deeply into his mouth when his fingers started to rub, flick, and pinch her sensitive nipples. They were both reaching their limit, after days - or has it been weeks? God knows, but they certainly can’t remember the last time they felt any sort of pleasure. Hardworking young virgins don’t get many chances for true release, and so this right here was exactly what they needed.
Uraraka was thoroughly soaked, Bakugo’s pants will probably be sporting a patch of wetness where they were grinding. Their kisses turned rabid and they both furiously chased their release, Bakugo’s assault on her tits was bringing Uraraka so close to her own release. “Oh… fuck - Bakugo!…” after Bakugo’s particularly pleasurable rubbing of her nipples Uraraka released her loudest moan yet as she creamed herself, Bakugo’s mind blanked hearing her call his name and orgasm because of him. Because of him. The realization that she just experienced an apparently great pleasure, and because of him almost sent him over the edge. He pushed himself up to loom over her again, and stared at her gorgeous tits bounce with his grinding, his eyes widened when he saw the dark patch of sticky wetness on her shorts and the stain transferring on his pants. He made her that wet, he did that. Finally he looked at her satisfied face, flushed skin, and panting breaths and this was it. He aggressively ground his hips against her which made her yelp due to her increased sensitivity, and with his eyes trained on her bouncing tits he growled, “fu - fuck, you’re so - fucking sexy.” His words made her eyes snap open in shock, in time to see his eyes roll back and his hips twitch against her as he finally orgasmed.
Panting. Sweating. Flushed skin. Bakugo and Uraraka then just stared at each other, trying to come back to reality. Uraraka’s hands found her bunched up sports bra and pulled it back down over her breasts. Bakugo makes a small sound of disapproval, but otherwise did not move. She meekly allows her eyes to roam down his body again, when she meets his eyes again his face had morphed into one of pride. “Hey Cheeks, like what you see?” His voice was hoarse but to her it sounded like a dream. She blushed horribly as her eyes cleared in realization, the weight of everything that had happened the last few minutes crashing down on her. Her eyes widened and she yelped, Bakugo raised a questioning eyebrow as the girl under him squirmed and seemed to shut down all of a sudden. “Eh? Hey, Cheeks?” He called to her, pushing himself away and instead sitting next to her, lightly slapping her face to get her to wake up. Bakugo scoffed and looked down at his pants, noting the wet patch with a proud smirk. He did that to her.
Bakugo got up and stretched his arms, giving the still knocked out a glance before reaching over for his water bottle. He took a large gulp and then approached Uraraka. He crouched down and looked at her flushed skin, and then emptied his water bottle on her head.
“EEEEEEEEH!” Screeched Uraraka as the cold water drenched her. She looked around frantically for the source of her discomfort and saw a crouched over, mischievously grinning Bakugo. Her face flushed but this time in anger, her cheeks puffing and Bakugo’s grin grew, “Glad you could join us again.” She huffed and exclaimed, “Why the fuck did you do that for?!” Bakugo chuckled and lifted his chin up cockily, “You were knocked out cold, I would’ve preferred to have done so in a fair fight,” he leans down towards her face and with a predatory look he whispers to her, “but I guess this was not so bad, right Cheeks?” Uraraka’s mouth dropped, remembering what had just transpired between them. In that second she looks down at his pants and notes a dark wet patch on his crotch, her eyes widen and she looks down to her own pants finding an even bigger, wetter patch. She screeches again and promptly closes her legs, earning a loud and malicious laugh from Bakugo. Horrified, she starts stuttering, “Ho- how, no, I mean, why? W - we were just going to train!” Bakugo stands up and shrugs, “It happened, can’t really do anything to change that” he stated matter of factly.
Uraraka couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he was taking this all too easily, before today everything was good but now she didn’t know how to approach him. She could barely even look at him right now. Uraraka stood up suddenly, which Bakugo noted blankly, and she went to retrieve her own water bottle and towel, wrapping it around her waist to hide the sullied shorts. Before she could turn to leave Bakugo called out, “Hey where are you going?” She didn’t even turn around, she steeled her nerves and continued moving forward towards the door. She heard footsteps approaching but didn’t stop, “Hey I’m talking to you.” Finally, she spoke, tone cold and words clipped, “I’m going to my room, I need some time to myself.” Bakugo stopped and allowed her to leave, he scowled. It’s not like he planned on this happening either, and she seemed to be pretty into it at the moment, was he missing something? He scoffed to himself and then left the training room to go to his own room.