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THE VOTES ARE IN FOLKS! GROUND ZERO IS YOUR SEXIEST HERO OF THE YEAR!
MODERN CHAMPION readers voted — and Stone Hero: Red Riot agreed! — that Explosion Hero: Ground Zero will perennially be the sexiest male hero alive, despite tough competition from the likes of other notable young heartthrobs like Deku (#6), Shouto (#3), Chargebolt (#11), and Red Riot (#5) himself.
The four-time sexiest Hero award recipient is just as nonchalant about the whole thing as he has been in the years prior, the one difference being this year has been especially monumental in terms of his career.
Ground Zero (24), whose legal name is Bakugou Katsuki, has been on the radar of many of our readers from the moment he exploded (pun intended!) onto the public consciousness as the winner of the 105th, 106th, and joint winner of the 107th UA Sports Festival. Following this amazing feat, it was no surprise when Ground Zero debuted on the hero scene as an independent, by-passing the usual sidekick route that the majority of young heroes take, and ranked #23 that very same year (and stole the #14 spot on our own special list!).
We've followed his astronomical rise through every battle, scandal (we do love his no-nonsense attitude *swoon*), ranking change, and success.
And now he sits here with us at the MODERN CHAMPION headquarters (finally!), surrounded by his PR Team and under the stern eye of his agency boss — now retired Denim Hero: Best Jeanist (#20) — the picture of power and brimming with a barely concealed passion. That same passion that has him currently sitting at #4 on the Hero Billboard Charts, the recipient of various awards and national honors, and the same fire that has catapulted him back into our number one spot for the third year running.
A title that he has mixed feelings about.
“Why does this even matter? Didn't I win this [redacted] last year,” the hero asks MODERN CHAMPION in this week’s cover story. “Give this shit to someone who gives a [redacted] — like Chargebolt or [redacted] Cellophane. Those idiots actually care about this [redacted].”
When considering just what Ground Zero's appeal is to the general public one needn't look too far. A cursory search through his hashtag across social media reveals all – his fans are entranced by his handsome, sharp features, his unwavering demand for excellence in not only himself but everyone around him, and his abs. These features were once the features that drew the epic legends of classical heroes from Achilles to Odyseuss, now they've inspired a legion of Ground Zero fans to write fanfiction.
And, Champs? Ground Zero is definitely reading.
"Of course I've seen that [redacted]. It's [redacted] everywhere!" He says when we ask if he's aware that he is also the Hero with the most fanfic tags under the popular fandom site HeroFic.net. We ask him if he's ever read any and his response, by Ground Zero standards, is almost complementary. "I've dabbled here and there — What? Shut up Blue Jean — I have to know what these dumbasses are writing about me! Don't be pissed just because my fans actually have talent unlike the fucking hacks who write about your [redacted]."
We think that is as much of a go-ahead as you talented fiction writers are going to get from Ground Zero. So...Kudos!
Ground Zero is the MODERN CHAMPION'S 31st Sexiest Man Alive, joining a long and esteemed list of heroes, starting back in 1989 with Ground Zero's mentor and friend All Might (#33).
“You telling me All Might cares about this [redacted]?! No [redacted] way,” he says. We inform him that, yes, All Might always takes a special interest in the rankings of our list — particularly in the years following his retirement. We send him early access to the rankings every year. (You can find his thoughts on this year's list here, Champ!) “Whatever. Thanks, I [redacted] guess for the weird [redacted] award but I have actual work to do. Real work. Work that stops villains from ransacking this building, this city, and the whole [redacted] country. So can I get back to that?! Or do you want to know my favorite [redacted] color too?!”
No need for us to ask — it's orange.
Sensing his growing irritation we decide to end the interview (we know when not to push our luck, Champs!) with one last question — what kind of woman does it take to capture the attention of the notorious bachelor?
“I don't have time for that [redacted],” Ground Zero says. It appears like he has more to share when his communicator starts flashing. He jumps out and his team follows him but we managed to catch a little of the conversation as he rushed out to action. “...Who the fuck else would it be, Round Cheeks? I was doing some [redacted] interview in the area — doesn't [redacted] matter — I'm tagging in on the action. Send me your location. ”
And with that our Sexiest Hero of the Year is gone to do what he does best — save lives.
"Dude, how the fuck are you still a virgin?!" Kaminari is fucking drunk. He must be because under normal circumstances even he knew better than to ask Bakugou anything like that especially while he’s within exploding range. Those queries were to only be asked in the group chat while on out of town missions where it was safe. "If I was the Sexiest Hero of the Year you better believe I'd be swimming in pussy. Hell, maybe some dick too."
"The gays don't want you," For some reason that Bakugou can’t fathom, Aoyama is sitting with them and sipping on a whiskey. He’d complain about the blonde's presence — his sparkling always gave him a headache — but surprisingly, he's one of the few shitheads from his graduating class that isn't pissing Bakugou off tonight. "Nous avons du goût." We have taste.
Bakugou chuckled into his drink. Usually, he doesn't laugh at anything these idiots say because that just encourages them, and then it's almost impossible to get them to shut the fuck up — but the alcohol they serve at this club is strong enough to take off some of his permanent edge. So he doesn’t mind letting the sparkly idiot know he thought that shit was funny.
"But I'm bi—“
”—sexual.” Everyone at the table finishes for him.
They were well and truly over his shit.
Not because there was anything wrong or invalid about with being bisexual — hell a third of their graduating class was bi — but because they already knew. They've known since high school. Their first year he'd fallen into the pervy antics of Mineta on occasion and by second year he was all about the boys of 2B (Asawe was probably still waiting for the blonde to ask him out — poor thing).
Hell, the whole school had known that Kaminari had a not at all subtle crush on Bakugou, Hanta, and Mina sequentially all throughout their third year — the only person who hadn't known was the electrified blonde himself, who managed to somehow be shamefully flirtatious and simultaneously oblivious.
They probably knew before he did.
The problem was now that Kaminari was fully and consciously leaning into his sexuality — and on the cover of HERO PRIDE — he was seriously overcompensating for the time he'd spent as a disaster gay.
"The lack of interest in you has nothing to do with you being bisexual, mon amie." Aoyama piped in. "And everything to do with the fact that you are annoying."
"You're just mad I'm #11, #23."
Aoyama looked genuinely offended but before he could verbally assault their idiot friend, Mina, equally as sloshed, interrupted.
"Boys, boys." Her words were slightly slurred, and she was leaning heavily into her boyfriend's side. Luckily for both of them, Shitty Hair was an unmovable force even though he was easily on his sixth shot too. "You're both very pretty." Two slurred “thanks” rang out in the air. "The real question is how did Baku-babe even make it to #1 five fucking times? Do you think his PR is paying Modern Champion? Or maybe Rei is sleeping with the right people?" Mina turned to Kirishima, staring at his nose instead of his eyes like she meant to. "Like that guy from that fake festival? You remember that, babe? The one who was going to suck dick for water?”
“I remember that,” Kirishima at least doesn’t sound like he’s drunk half of a distillery. “That was a good documentary.”
Mina smiles at him.
“Right?”
“I don’t think Rei would be willing to suck dick for Bakugou,” Kaminari says. “I’m pretty sure if Blasty didn’t pay so well Rei would have shanked him by now.”
Aoyama chuckled.
”And you’d know that how?”
“Mashimo is my publicist too!”
“Poor Mashimo,” Mina muttered, “his knees must hurt. I should send him some knee pads.”
“Hey!”
“It’s all love, Kami! But even you have to admit managing you AND Bakugou? Mashimo is a fucking miracle worker.”
Aoyama snickered. "Didn't you get so drunk in Rome that you pissed in a fountain?"
Mina pointed a finger at Kaminari. "You told him!"
"I told anyone who would listen." The blonde confesses between laughs. "That shit was funny."
"Well, Suzuki made all of that disappear." Mina pouted. Kirishima rubbed circles against her arms, trying to hide how hard he was laughing behind her back. "You dick."
Bakugou is only half listening to this conversation, and not that he fucking cares about that dumb award or article, but damn...
"Why would I pay a fucking cent for that dumbass award? Or pimp out my PR manager for that?" Bakugou growled. Maybe it would have been threatening if the club wasn't packed with students from their graduating class and all of them hadn't stopped fearing him after his second year. That was his biggest mistake — letting all these extras get this fucking comfortable with pissing him off. ”And just what the fuck is so wrong with me that you think I couldn’t possibly win some silly award by myself?!”
”Other than the fact that you constantly have this pinched look on your face like you’ve smelted shit?” Mina pointed the edge of her glass at him. “Nothing, Baku-bae. You’re very handsome. A regular H-E-A-R-T throb. ”
What makes it worse is that she sounds so fucking sincere.
”You’re a bitch.” Bakugou turned to Kirishima. He needed to know too. “Your girlfriend is a bitch.”
“She’s just curious." Kirishima smiled, that sharp toothy grin of his that made Bakugou want to beat him up, looking up at Mina. Alien Queen had at some point scooted so far into the idiot’s personal space that she was practically in his lap at this point. And if her hand wandering suspiciously under the table wasn't enough to have Bakugou planning a homicide than the little hitch in Kirishima's breath as he spoke definitely did. "You know I think it’s super manly that you’ve topped the list so many times, dude. Shows that your hard work is paying off.”
”Yeah?" Kirishima was an idiot. And Bakugou was an idiot too because that big lug was his best friend. "How does winning some reader-voted sex appeal contest constitute hard work?”
”Don't be so damn modest man! I’ve seen you in the gym— you’re a beast!" That was rich coming from the man who hulked most of them at the table, Bakugou included. Where Bakugou was lean and defined to accommodate the precise, intricate movements maneuvering with his quirk required, Kisirihima was a wall of unmovable muscle even with his quirk off. He was fucking huge. Mina was no slouch either but sitting on her boyfriend's lap like she was she looked like a fucking doll. "You can’t tell me those abs are purely accidental?”
They weren't.
But in the last week, his PR manager had been on his case to work on defining them as much as possible for the stupid cover shoot — he'd hit a 5% body fat percentage. Which he thought was fucking ridiculous. Dropping an unreasonable body fat percentage for a fucking stupid ass cover shoot was messed up. That shit just added to the unrealistic body standards that everyone in the whole world had shoved up their asses.
And he's told Mashimo as much but that idiot seemed to be in the habit of forgetting that Bakugou paid him to do what Bakugou wanted to do — not so he could follow his fucking whims and run his brand into the ground with stupid endorsements and shirtless cover spreads.
If anyone was getting pimped out it was Bakugou.
But whatever, Bakugou would play this fucking game for now.
”Whatever.”
Mina glared at him.
”Are you trying to steal my boyfriend, Baku-bro?" She pouted as if he didn't know what her filthy little hands were getting up to in a public club at a table with all their friends. Wasn't public lewdness a crime? Maybe he should arrest them? "Bro code, my guy. Not cool.”
"You aren't a bro." Bakugou deadpanned. "As I said before you're a bitch."
"He's been after your boyfriend since high school, M." Kaminari slurs. He's finished his last vodka lemonade and like the utter slush he is has started spouting bullshit again. "You really think anyone works out that much? Open your eyes, Mina! Somethings getting pressed at those sessions and it ain’t the bench."
Mina to her credit still retains some form of sense in her intoxicated state but decides to play along nonetheless.
"Scandal!" She fake gasped. She turned slightly so she was facing Kirishima, who had the audacity to look entertained by the whole thing. "Are you planning to leave me for the Virgin Katsuki, Ejirou? You cad!"
Kirishima just laughed. The traitor.
”If I wanted him I would have had him already, Pinky.”
”No, you wouldn’t." Mina stuck her tongue out at him like a child. "You’re a virgin you couldn’t handle him.”
Damn it.
Bakugou was quickly sobering out of the blood alcohol level necessary to deal with this conversation.
"I don't know," Aoyama chimed in, "Bakugou is pretty determined. I'm sure he'd be a quick study."
"With that fucking tree truck shoved up his ass?" Kaminari laughed. "Can't fit anything else up there with how far its lodged up there."
He's going to kill him. He’ll hang Kaminari to the ceiling by his stupid shoes and choke him with his laces.
"C'mon, guys, leave him alone." Kirishima tried to get them to calm down. And it may have worked if he'd shut up there. "He's saving himself. You've got to respect that."
The table erupted in laughs, the sound so abrupt that the people around them (including fucking Deku) turned to look at them.
Bakugou glared at them all. The heat of it enough for them to all go back to their own stupid conversations (but not inspiring the fear that he would have liked).
Oh, scratch that — he’ll just kill them all.
"Oh please," Kaminari was damn near choking, "tell another one, Kiri!"
"What?" Kirishima looked confused. (And frustrated now that both of Pinky's hands were busy holding back her squeals.) "What did I say?"
Kirishima looked to Bakugou for some insight and was met with a low growl of, "I will kill you for sport."
"It's a real shame you know," Mina said once she composed herself. "They're kinda right, you know. Sexiest Man Alive is kinda a waste on you..."
"Why? Because I'm not a pervert like Pikachu over here?"
"No, I'm thankful for that — our group dynamic can only support one man whore at a time." Mina waved off Kaminari's sputtered complaints because really who was he trying to fool. "But you're not living up to even half of your potential, Baku-babe."
"I have to agree man." Kaminari leaned back, observing him. "You'd be handsome if you didn't look constipated all the time — that face is seriously wasted on you."
"And that body." Aoyama mused. "A shame."
"You've got that whole 'choke me, daddy' thing going for you. Girls love that shit, it's really hot these days." Mina mused, wrapping her arms around Kirashima's neck. Her boyfriend nodded in agreement (as if this was a conversation they've had before). "Too bad you have the interpersonal skills of a pile of prehistoric shit."
Bakugou's cup was empty which meant he had officially lost the last fuck he gave for this conversation, so he stood up making sure to send each of the assholes around him a personal glare.
Mina had the audacity to sneak a hand back under the table while she wiggling her eyebrows at him.
(He didn't even know she knew how to do that.)
"You." He pointed at pink-haired woman that he hasn't been able to shake since high school. "You're disgusting you know that?"
Mina laughed at him.
He continued, unphased. "And stupid."
A pink middle finger was raised in the air.
"All of you," he glared at the group,"are stupid and I'm leaving to get more drunk because that's what you've all driven me to. You've all driven me to drink."
"Don't blame your lack of self-control on others Baku-bro," Kaminari said as he snuck sips of Aoyama's whiskey. "'S not cool."
As usual, Bakugou ignored him.
"And you two — Pinky, Shitty Hair — get a fucking room!" They didn't even look ashamed, twin smirks crossing both of their faces like the assholes they were. "One with enclosed walls and not in fucking public or, so fucking help me god, I will arrest both of you."
And with that Bakugou stormed off towards the bar, Mina's shout of "Sorry, Officer! Didn't realize the prude police were here!" only solidifying his decision to get smashed and head home as soon as possible.
Bakugou made his way across the floor of the club to the bar.
"Give me something strong." He saw Iida and Camie making out by some speakers. Ew. "And quick. Strong and quick. Now."
This was the last fucking time he let dumb and dumber convince him to come to this stupid excuse for binge drinking that they dressed up as a monthly school reunion. Who the fuck needed a monthly school reunion anyway?! It wasn't like he didn't see these idiots every day while out on patrols! He'd just taken down a human trafficking ring with Icy Hot and Deku last Tuesday and a week before that he'd been called in to apprehend a villain with a gigantification quirk with half of the Deku squad and all of his own idiots. He'd even seen Hatsume this week when his gauntlets had started glitching.
If anything he needed a vacation from his graduating class not to spent his Friday night in a fucking crowded club packed wall to wall with people he went to highschool with.
Seeing as he was too fucking busy for that he'd have to take his respite where he could. And right now that was at the bottom of whatever the bartender had put in his glass.
"Rough night?"
He looked to his side.
Fuck.
He'd seen Ochako when he first wandered in her with Kirishima. Pony Tail, Pinky and Shitty Hair always made sure to buy out a club for these stupid gatherings so no one had to worry about reporters or groupies or just nobodies sneaking pictures of them when they wanted to just get smashed, so there were only a few people when he arrived with Kirishima.
Ochako had been there, by the bar holding something in that looked fruity in a tall glass, talking to the frog girl just like she always was every month.
But that fucking dress?
She was wearing some red thing that stopped at her mid-thigh and looked like it was made of velvet. There were drawstrings on the side creating a ruching that emphasized the curve of her hips along with the barely-there heels she had on that laces around her calves.
His eyes had zeroed in on her and he'd almost tripped over himself like an idiot.
She definitely didn't wear that every month.
She'd noticed him, probably wondering why he was staring at her like an idiot, and waved. Eventually, as the club filled, he'd lost sight of her and Kirishima had put a vodka-and-coke in his hands, distracting him from her with the soft lull of alcohol.
But here she was.
In that fucking dress.
"Pinky, Spark Plug, and Sparkles." He stated. She smiled at him apologetically, strobe lights coloring her face. " You tell me."
"Well, thanks for your service." Ochako slides into the barstool next to his, putting her purse on the counter. Her knee was bumping against him. He wondered if she notices. He definitely noticed how her dress rode up a bit, revealing just a bit more of her thighs. "Someone has to entertain Mina. If it wasn't you then it would have been me."
He sipped at the alcohol in his cup.
"What bullshit is she shoveling on you?"
He frowned at his glass. Was that fucking bubblegum vodka?
"She's trying to get me laid."
Bakugou choked.
"Fuck." Oh, alcohol was definitely not meant to go down that way. Shit. "Why?"
"Inasa and I broke up." They did? "Nothing dramatic or anything but we just weren't working out." She grabbed his glass from him, taking a sip without asking. "Is this bubblegum vodka?"
"Stupid bartender." He frowned. "I asked for something strong and quick and he gave me this shit."
"Well, be careful. This stuff had Mina peeing in a fountain."
That pink slush's drunken shenanigans were cautionary tales now? Ha.
"In Rome?"
"Yeah." Ochako laughed. "We were on an undercover assignment. How do you know?"
"Denki." He grabbed his glass back, taking another sip. "I thought Pinky was only overly invested in my sex life... why is she in yours?"
"I might have complained."
She took a sip of his drink.
"About?"
"Sex." Ochako signaled for the bartender. "Missing it. It's been, like, three months. I'm starting to get the itch, you know?"
He was starting to think she wanted him to choke to death.
"What?" He coughed. She ordered two of something then turned to him. "Why is that any of Pinky's business?"
Ochako shrugged. "She's my friend. I offered up the information. I mean, we share stuff like that, she told me about all the issues she was having when Kirishima got weird about her wanting to try peg—"
He covered her mouth with his hand.
"Stop." She licked his palm. "I'm not five. That won't stop me."
She bit him.
"Fuck."
She chuckled. "You taste sweet."
He felt his face heat up.
Fuck.
"Nitroglycerin."
The bartender returned holding two of those pink umbrella drinks that he always saw Cheeks and Froggy sipping on. The man placed one in front of her before sliding the other one to him.
He looked at her. "What's this?"
"Something strong, quick, and easy." Ochako took his vodka, pour half of the remnants into her glass, and the rest into him. She raised her glass. "Cheers?"
He tapped his glass against hers, taking a sip of the pink drink.
"Shit. This is good."
It tasted like pineapple and pomegranate. Even the hint of bubblegum wasn't bad.
"Careful," Ochako warned as he ran through the drink. "This is a slow killer too."
"Really?" He rolled his eyes. "Did this shit have Pinky peeing in another water feature?"
"No," she smirked at him, playing with her straw. "But it did have me topless in a bar in Ibiza."
This time he did choke.
"What the fuck, Cheeks?"
"What?" She giggled, cheeks pink from a delicate mixture of laughter and alcohol. "Suzuki is good at his job."
They feel into easy conversation after Bakugou regained the ability to speak. He liked Ochako.
She was strong, funny, and quick as a whip. Even when she did annoying shit —like come up with dumb nicknames for him, DM tweets of his fans being horny disasters, or text him useless meme— he found her kind of endearing. And plus, while most of the extras here had to grow into not shitting themselves every time he so much as looked at them, she was never really intimidated by his bullshit.
Plus, she was gorgeous and once she was out of the self-doubting pit that was being a teenager, she'd really found her confidence— in her looks and on the battlefield — and that shit was sexy.
"What?" She laughed as he told her why he'd had enough of his disaster squad for the night. "So you're not getting laid enough by Denki's standards?"
"Not at all." He confessed. It wasn't something that he publicized - his virginity - but it also wasn't something he necessarily when to lengths to hide. He'd had some experience in high school, mostly over the clothes makeout sessions with girls from other schools, but once he'd hit the hero scene after graduation he didn't have the time to worry about things like sex. (But now hearing Cheeks, someone who mirrored his drive and ambition, talk maybe he just hadn't felt like making time?) "But yeah."
"Me either."
Bakugou blinked. "No. I mean that literally."
Ochako was on her second pink drink. Her foot had somehow found its way between Bakugou's own.
"What?"
"I'm a virgin, Cheeks." Bakugou was on his third. "I'm not getting laid at all."
"What?" She blinks back at him, confused. "But your ... Bakugou."
He quirked an eyebrow. "And you're Uraraka."
She rolled her eyes. "You're Mr. Sexiest-Hero-of-the-Year. What is it now? Four times?"
He finishes off the rest of his drink. "Five."
"Five!" She exclaims, throwing her hands out. She leans forward to plop them on his shoulders. She's so close he can smell the pomegranate on her breath. " Plus you're Ground Zero. Have you read the stuff people tweet about you? Or what they write? I'm pretty sure your whole persona is a porn category at this point." She sighed, eyes locked on his. "God, if I had known back in high school..."
She trails off not finishing the sentence but whether it's the liquid courage or that fact that he's wanted her since he was fifteen he finds himself asking, "What would you have done?"
They stumble into her apartment, lips locked in a kiss bordering on frantic and hands pawing at each other’s clothes. Bakugou pins her to the door, closing it, and Ochako hums into his mouth as she reaches behind herself to lock it. One of his hands is next to her head as he leans into her, his other is wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him. Her fingers are lost in his hair — it’s softer than she would have assumed — stroking the short hairs of his undercut.
It would seem that even the highly demanded pro hero Ground Zero had time to get some experience in because damn he is very good at this.
Her head falls against the door to give him better access to the column of her neck and her hand grips the back of his head pushing him closer to her skin. He kisses down her neck, sucking and licking, and it’s glorious. His lips are plump and soft albeit a bit chapped from the cold midnight air they’d walked here in but they feel so good sucking and biting and rubbing against her. The feeling has her gasping and fills her lower stomach with a sugary heat that has her squeezing her thighs together.
Oh, fuck, it feels good — fantastic even — but it’s nowhere near enough.
She needs more.
”Oh, Bakugou.” He nips at her neck again pulling a lewd sound from the pit of her soul. “Please, please. Just...”
He hums a question into her skin and she remembers.
Bakugou was being honest with her back at the club — this would be his first time.
Okay.
She could take the reigns on this one.
“Bedroom.” He’s at the junction between her neck and shoulder. He bites down, soothing the ache with his tongue when she cries out. Fuck. “Let’s go to the, ah, bedroom.”
He pulls away and watches her as he breaths heavy, air expanding his broad chest in a hypnotic rhythm that has her itching to get him out of his clothes. Something like hesitation flashing across his eyes for a split second.
“If you want,” Ochako reassured him. She’s breathing heavily but she wants to make sure he still wants this. “Only if you want.”
“Fuck, yes.” He’s nervous but the natural confidence that she’s come to expect of Bakugou is back. She smiles at him. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”
“Oh have you?” She smirks, taking a page out of his book. “You’ve been thinking about me, Blasty?”
He rubs at the back of his neck. “Maybe...”
Ochako giggles as she pushes him back slightly. Before he can question if he’s done anything wrong she grabs his arm and leads him to the end of the hall where her bedroom is. She feels the heat of his stare as he watches her slaughtering in front of him in her heels and thanks the gods that she’d worn the red dress tonight.
She grins as she hears him breathe out a near silent, “Fuck.”
Yeah, she’s really glad.
She reaches for the handle of the door, twisting it, and pulls him into the room. The lights are off and the only thing lighting the room is the fluorescents from the neon sign outside her window. She’s about to reach for the light switch when he’s back on her, pinning her to the wall and making sure the lights are the furthest thing from her mind.
He’s back to kissing down her neck, biting and sucking in the now familiar pattern that has her toes curling and her stomach clenching. Oh, fuck. She reaches between them, flicking open the button of his jeans and working down his zipper, eager to get a look at what she expects is an impressive package based on the bulge rubbing against her clothed thigh.
When she reaches for him, grasping his member in her hands he lets out a groan.
“Oh, fuck, Cheeks.” He hissed against her ear. “Fucking warn a guy first.”
She gives him an exploratory stroke, delighting as he drops his head into the crux of her neck. He’s warm and velvety smooth and thick. The thought of having him inside of her is making her impatient in a way she’d never been even with any of her ex-boyfriends.
”Sorry.” She needs to slow down. The last thing she wants to do is overwhelm him and have this end before it can even really start. “You take the lead. What do you want to do next.”
She keeps stroking at him slowly, squeezing him at the base.
Toying with him.
“What do I want to do?”
He furrowed his brows.
It was so fucking hard to think when she had her hand around him like that, the pleasure short-circuiting his brain and making the edge of his vision blurry.
She smiled at him fondly, a strange sight considering what her hand was doing.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” She asked sweetly. His breath hitched. There was no way this was the same Uravity who pulled children out of buildings and was a regular fixture on daytime tv. “Do you want me to strip for you? Do you want to touch me?” She squeezed harder suddenly. Bakugou couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him. “Do you want to taste me?”
”Yes, yes.” He pleaded into her neck. She needed to stop — he was too close. “Stop. God, it feels so good, you have to stop. Fuck. Let me taste you. Please.”
She let go.
“Yeah?” He could see her surprised smile even in the dim lighting. “Okay.”
She reaches for the light switch.
Light floods the room suddenly and for a moment they are both still. She’s sure she looks like a mess — one of the thin straps of her dress is drooping and the right cup of her strapless bra is on display. Her face feels hot and she knows the flush has worked its way to her chest. Her breasts are heaving as she breathes heavily.
But as she looks up into Bakugou’s eyes she’s never felt so sexy before in her life.
His hair is ruffled and the first three buttons of his shirt are undone. His cock is standing erect from his body where she’d shoved him out of his boxers. He looks wild and hungry and messy and she’s dying to taste him too.
But it’s his eyes that steal her breath from her chest and leave her panting.
His eyes are clouded with lust, the red of his iris is nothing but a sliver now and his eyes almost look black. He’s watching her, eyes flicking between the hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts to the lust swimming in her own eyes and down to the subtle squeeze of her thighs.
He steps back.
“Come here.” His voice is deep and breathy. She moves without a second thought, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his wishes. She walks up to him until his cock knocks against her thigh again and she can’t help but laugh at the sound that he makes. “Take this off.”
“You don’t like it?” She jokes. He reaches for her waist, stroking the velvet material. “I thought you liked me in it? Was that just the pink drinks talking?”
”I hate it.” His voice lacks all the usual bite as he plucks her other strap against her skin. “Take it off and get on the bed.
”Yes, sir.” She says it playfully but she doesn’t miss the way his breathing hitches as she wiggles the dress over her head. She files that tidbit of information away for later. His eyes trace over her strapless black bra and mismatching orange lace panties with thinly veiled craving. Ochako crawls into the bed, making sure to arch her back as she does before she looks back at him over her shoulder. “How do you want me?”
”Little Uraraka grew up to be a little tease, huh?”
Ochako fully melted.
There it was.
That dirty mouth that she’d fantasized about on lonely nights.
He walked over to her, looming over her.
He was huge — not the largest of their friends by any means (that honor belonged to Kirishima) but large enough that the breadth of him had her breath hitching. He dropped down to his knees, grabbing her ankle and tugging her to the edge of the bed.
Bakugou had an intensity about him that he carried into every part of his life. It was overwhelming in normal situations — the times she had seen him in midst of battle it was damn near terrifying — and a big part of the reason he was both so popular and so feared. Something about that focus coupled with his unwavering confidence was intoxicating, and even before having him like this, she’d been caught up in the aura too.
But now as she lays here covered only by the thin lace of her bra and panties, all of that intensity is centered solely on her.
She leans up on her forearms to watch him from hooded eyes. His eyes locked on her clothes core, the slightest brushing of red on his face.
She smiles down at him, softly.
Maybe she would have been embarrassed at the intensity of his gaze on such an intimate part of her if they had done this back in high school but now she craves it.
“Bakugou,” her words seem to snap him out of whatever daze he'd fallen into, his eyes snap back up to hers,” You can touch me.”
He falters for a moment, not moving.
"You should," she says," You should touch me."
She throws her head back, arching her back for him as she slides back onto the bed. It’s a bit of a show, the movement, and the moan, but it’s meant to encourage him.
Show him how much she wants him.
How much she needs him to touch her.
“Touch me.” She begs. “Now.”
He blinks at her and it dawns on her.
He doesn’t know how to.
For some reason that has a fresh wave of arousal dripping from her.
“Take my underwear off.”
It’s okay that he’s new at this. She’s more than happy to teach him.
He grips the sides of her underwear and tugs them slowly down her legs, the skin of his knuckles dragging across her skin as he does. When he reaches her ankle, he unhooks her left foot and then plans a kiss in the arch of her right before tossing the lace over his shoulder. She's still wearing her heels, the laces wrapped up until her calf. His hands move carefully unlacing the right one and then the left, dumping her shoes to the side.
He plants a twin kiss on her the arch of her left foot.
Hmmm.
Maybe she doesn’t have to teach him everything.
He leans back on his knees and looks at her, fingers twitching. It’s a little strange to see Bakugou being so ... patient.
So... cooperative.
But she supposed he was always a great student.
He’s as close to submissive as she expects she'll ever get him.
That thought sends another flurry of pleasure to her core that she’ll definitely have to unpack later.
"Touch me." She instructs, wiggling impatiently into the plush of her comforter.
"I'll tell you if you need to change anything. Just..." She sighs. "Enjoy this. Explore. "
He looks unsure at first, but then suddenly he's settled between her legs and she feels the press of his fingers against her cunt touching the heat of her. His touches are exploratory, more to get him used to the terrain of her body than they are meant to bring her closer to the edge but they make her wet regardless. He follows along the hidden grooves of her, toying with her labia and stroking through her wetness. He curses softly when his fingers nudge against her clit and she moans.
He hones in on it, rolling his finger against it and spreading sparks of pleasure through her body.
Fuck.
"Good. So fucking good, Bakugou." She praises him. His touch intensifies until he has to use his other hand to grip her thigh as she reflexively tries to edge away from the pleasure. "So fucking good, baby."
"Katsuki." He corrects.
She looks at him, eyes barely focusing.
"What?" He's not looking at her face, eyes still trained on the movement of his fingers. He's so focused that she wonders if he even realizes that he's spoken. "What did you say, baby?"
"You can call me that, too."
"Baby?"
She gets pretty loose with the pet names when she's like this. She's a little surprised that he likes that — until she considers the fact that he's always been a bit more receptive to any nicknames she'd give him.
(How hadn't she noticed before?)
"Yeah. Baby." One of his fingers circles her entrance, pulling a gasp from her. "And Katsuki. When we're like this you should call me Katsuki."
Well, fuck.
"Katsuki." She tests it out on her lips, liking the way it feels in her mouth. Like a song in two syllables. Something small and delicate and personal that he's trusting her with. "Your fingers."
He pauses, pulling away slightly, and the lack of touch almost kills her.
"Use your fingers." It sounds suspiciously like she's on the cusp of begging, but she's so pent up and worked up that she can't help it. "Please, baby, use your fingers."
"Okay." His fingers are back on her, his index gathering some of her wetness. "Okay, Cheeks."
"Ochako."
"Ochako," he corrects. He looks up at her face then. "How?"
She leans up, gripping his finger and delighting in the way it glistened with her essence under the lights.
"Like this." She pulls him back to her center, rubbing the edge of his finger around her entrance again. She can barely contain the groan the feeling pulls out of her or the clenching of her walls. "Slowly." She pushes him to her opening, pressing him into her. His fingers are long — much longer than hers — and the stretch after so long is exquisite. She relishes in it, almost forgetting that she's instructing him and rocks against his finger until he's seated in her down to the knuckle. "In and out, Katsuki. Fuck me."
He nods, absorbed with the sight of a part of him inside her.
He pumps once. Twice.
Too rough, too soon.
"Wait." She grips his wrist. "Not so rough. At least not straight off the bat. Work up to it."
"Okay," he nods. Katsuki moves again, gentler this time. She leans back, moaning softly as he plays her soft and slow. His fingers reach deeper than she's ever gotten alone and on one pump he taps against the bundle of nerves that she can never seem to reach without a toy. She groans when he does, surprising him. "Was that okay?"
"It was so good, baby." She wiggles her hips, willing him to continue. "You can add another now."
He does.
He thrust in a steady rhythm — not too fast, not too slow — and her hips follow it, undulating in time.
It's good. Really good.
And she can feel the familiar waves of pleasure getting bigger and bigger as her abs clench.
"Do this," she scissors her fingers. "Try it."
He follows and she curses.
"Oh fuck." The stretch was good before but now it has her dizzy with that delightful mix between pleasure, pressure, and pain that has her careening faster towards her end. And she’s grateful for it too — it’s been so long since she had someone like this that she’ll need the prep if she’s going to take all of him. He probably doesn’t know that's what he’s doing but the thought of him getting her ready for his cock has her mewling regardless. "Harder. You can go harder now."
He fucks into her harder, gripping her hip with his other hand, and when he dips his head down towards her core and licks, uninstructed, she almost screams. Ochako loses herself a little and grips onto his hair barely hearing the pain tinged pleasure hiss he releases. She holds on to him, keeping his whole mouth on her as he keeps pumping into her harder. She's maybe a little rough, basically riding his face, but his fingers dip into her hip and he moans into her cunt so she thinks that it's okay.
"Fuck, Katuski." She cries. He takes a deep breath and the hand on his hip snakes down his own body to grip his cock. "So fucking good. Oh, fuck. So fucking close, baby. So fucking close. Just a little ... just a lit -
Something catches on her clit sending her into a silent scream and it takes her a moment to realize it's his teeth.
"Fuck, fuck." She's so close she can taste the beginnings of ecstasy. She needs more... just a little more. "Bite me."
He hums his question into her.
"Just a little, baby." She rocks harder into his face. "Just a nibble. Please. Fuck."
He pumps into her harder, spurred on by the sound of her desperation, and just as her vision begins to blur he rolls her clit ever so slightly between his teeth. The tension snaps and her back arches as she tugs on Bakugou's hair. He yells but she can't hear him over the white noise and heat that overwhelms her.
He pulls away from her to watch her come, pumping into her still as her walls flutter around him until she grabs his wrist again.
He smirks at her — all smug and all Bakugou in a way that makes her chuckle.
"Good?"
He strokes her thigh.
"Good." She nods. "Really fucking good."
She pulls him into her arms and between her spread legs, he's still kneeling so she feels her breasts bumping against the hard muscle of his pecs. His erection bumps against her calf and his face is resting against her collarbone. She can feel the wetness on his lips as he kisses against her clavicle and if that isn't just the hottest thing ever.
She kisses against the spot under his ear.
"Want to feel something great?" She whispers into his ear, running her nails gently against the skin of his back. She can't wait to mark him up all red and raw and pretty. "Hm?"
"Fuck," He ruts against her leg, "please, fuck."
She nodded.
She'll take it easy on him, she decided.
This time at least.
She stood up, legs admittedly a little shaky. "Lay down on the bed."
He frowned.
"Shouldn't you be the one on the bed?"
She chuckled, moving closer to him and wrapping her hands around his waist, his erection bobbed between them.
"Next time."
She spoke it into the air between them waiting for an awkwardness that never came. He just nodded as his hands rubbed against her back. Damn, she really hoped there would be a next time.
"Beside..." She stepped back, relishing the way his eyes traced over her naked body. "Don't you want to see me ride you?" He gulped. She stepped towards him, impeding on his space and forcing him to take a step back. "Bouncing on your cock? Working my hips for you?"
Another step.
"You can hold on to my hips?"
Step.
"Thrust into me so fucking deep."
Step.
"Or slap my ass? I'd love that."
The back of his knees hit the bed and he dropped pushing himself further up the bed. She follows after him, straddling his hips.
"You good?" She asked, gripping his weeping member.
Her thumb grazed his slit pulling a hiss from him as she spread precum over his head.
He nodded.
"If it's too much," She lifted up pointing him towards her dripping entrance, "tell me, okay?"
"Just, fuck, get on with it."
She frowned.
"I'm serious. If it's too much, just say- oh fuck."
He gripped her hips and before she knew what was happening the tip of him was buried in her heat. Katsuki's grip loosened as the feeling of her tight, velvety cunt around his cock sent pulsing pleasure through his body. She stalled, back in control as the feeling threatened to overwhelmed her too. His fingers had done a good job of stretching her out but still with the sudden intrusion and the sheer thickness of him the stretch is marvelous.
"Fuck, fuck. Tight. So fucking tight." Katsuki is gripping the blankets around him, eyes shut in pleasure. His hips are flexing reflectively trying to fuck into her, but his breathing is heavy and she's sure he's one hasty move from busting. "Oh, fuck. I wasn't... I didn't..."
She knows.
"I'm going to go slow, okay."
A hand comes back to grip her hip.
"Wait." He moans. One stray tear falls disappears into the fabric of her sheets, she wipes the other away with her hand. The sight of it shouldn’t make her walls clench but it does."Just a minute. Let me, fuck, get used to it. Fuck."
She waits like that, thankful for the strength of her thighs as he breaths beneath her. She watches him — overcome with pleasure and besides himself — with equal parts curiosity and arousal. There's something ... beautiful about the sight of Bakugou Katsuki suddenly so docile. She's drunk on the power of it, the thought that with a simple swivel of her hips she could probably have him falling apart, so overcome with pleasure that all of the snark and bite would just disappear. A man who had the power to level whole buildings with his hands was weak to the movement of her hips — fuck, who wouldn’t just preen from an ego boost like that?
She's tempted to test that theory but it's his first time so she won't be mean.
(Maybe next time.)
"Okay," his voice is raw and part of her delights at the sound, "you can move."
"Remember." She braces her hands against his chest preparing to lower herself. "Let me know."
She lowers herself onto him, inch by delicious inch.
His fingers dig into her hips and she knows she'll have some pretty, purple bruises tomorrow but it helps ground him as her walls unconsciously squeeze against him. She's so wet from earlier that he slides in easy until her hips meet his and he's seated inside of her completely.
"Ochako." He sings her name like it's a prayer and a warning all at once. "Oh, fuck. Ochako. Ochako."
He's already so close.
She smiles down at him sweetly, a fondness exploding in her heart that she doesn't quite know what to call.
She reaches for his face. He's all sharp angles and harsh features like he's always been — but the boy she had longed for in her teenage years is a man now and she finally has him. He's close — he'll probably come in a few thrusts — but that's okay. She has him here seated inside her so snuggly, joined in the most intimate of ways and that is enough.
"It's okay."
She leans towards him, hovering over his lips. She smiles at him and he manages to find enough spunk left to rolls his eyes.
She kisses him then, slowly. Her lips work over his lazily, almost sleepily, as if she had all the time in the world to stay like this — connected, warm, and full. He kisses her back, just as wanton and lethargic as her. He nipped at her bottom lip and kisses at the corners of her lips before tracing them with his tongue. She angles the kiss, pulling him back to her so she can trace every crevice of his mouth with her tongue.
When he moans into her mouth and his hand grips the back of her neck she rolls her hips.
"I'm going to move," she breathed against his lips, "don't hold back."
He nodded, sucking at the plump flesh of her bottom lip.
Ochako slowly lifts up as far as she can leaning over him like this and holds herself there for a moment. She kisses Katsuki again, melting in the feeling of his lips gliding against hers even as his breath hitches. She waits until the need for oxygen pulls them apart, locks eyes with him, and sinks back down slowly, reveling in the feeling of her rubbing against his cock and the sight of Bakugou Katsuki's jaw dropping.
"Oh, fuck."
Again and again, she lifts herself up and impales herself on him, stealing gasps from the both of them that they smother in heated kisses.
Katsuki kisses her like he needs it to survive, lips moving hurriedly over hers as his hips thrust sporadically up into her. He's long enough that each thrust brushes against her spot, sending pleasure shooting up her spine but it's all too new, too tight, too good for him to last any longer. She changed motions slowly grinding against him as his hips thrust, the action allowing her clit to rub against his pubic bone just enough to keep her edging on pleasure.
She grabbed for him, lifting up and pulling him with until they were effectively holding each other.
His hands fall to her hips holding her with more purpose now as he pulls her down onto his length harder, chasing his release. Ochako, for her part, was in a state of bliss as she worked herself faster over him. She gripped onto his back — oh god, his back — and dug her nails in, scraping and scratching and rubbing as he fucked her.
"Ah. Ochako. Oh, god. Fuck." He was close. So fucking close. "Are you...? I don't... Will you..."
"Don't worry. This is so fucking good." She swiveled her hips. She'd push him over the edge if it was the last thing she did. Her walls clenched around him as she tried to milk it out of him. "So good, baby. You've been so fucking good, Katsuki."
"Ochako. Ochako."
"Cum for me, baby." She leaned into him again, hugging him to her as she bounced. "Fuck, cum inside me. Fill me up, Katsuki. Please."
His fingers dug into her hips as his body twitched, pleasure shooting from every single nephron in his body at once. The sweet tension that had been building in the pit of his stomach snapped, leaving behind a flood of endorphins that had him floating on a euphoric wave as he groaned into Ochako's neck. His cock twitched inside of her, shooting bursts of cum into her center as he shivered from the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever felt.
Ochako moaned at the feeling of being filled. "Fuck."
"Oh, god." Bakugou slumped against her, holding her tighter as he came down from his high. He was spent. "Well, fuck.
Ochako chuckled. She slumped against him too, charmed by the way his hands stroked at her waist.
"That good, huh?" She threw his words back at him.
"Better." He kissed her temple. "You're so fucking perfect."
Her heart clenched, but she told herself not to take his praise too seriously — those endorphins were powerful things and a good orgasm could have you saying things you shouldn't quicker than any number of shots.
She should know.
Katuski yawned, pulling the both of them down in the messed up blankets.
"Katsuki." She shrieked. His member moved slightly inside of her which reminded her - he was still inside of her. "You have to pull out."
He snuggled into her pillow, eyes already closed.
"Warm."
"Katsuki!" Ochako blushed. "At least let me grab some clean blankets."
He huffed. "And come right back."
She looked up at him.
"Of course."
She wakes up before him.
One of his arms is slung around her waist pulling her into him, which explains the pleasant heat that had had her so reluctant to open her eyes. His bicep is under her head as his other arm wraps around her to lay his hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him, not sure whether or not to wake him but decided against it when she sees the calm, peaceful expression on his face. His usual scowl is gone, replaced by the slight upturning of his lips as he sleeps. The morning light from her window paints the blonde of his hair platinum with a bright light, standing out beautifully from his skin.
It was the weekend and she was off - luckily Mina had the wherewithal to not have the monthly ode to binge drinking during the working week like she did two months ago — so Ochako didn't really have to get up anytime soon. She could stay here where it was warm and comfy and she could stare at a peaceful Katsuki to her heart's content.
But part of her was also unsure if she wanted to be here when he woke up and deal with what was bound to be an awkward morning before he inevitably left.
Yeah, no.
Fuck that.
She moved her arm from around her waist, lifting up slowly from her place in his arms. She instantly felt cold, remembering that she'd turned off the heater before heading to the club last night. She hadn't noticed when they'd tumbled back in because Bakugou was like a living, breathing heater and he had never been that far from reach last night.
Flashes of the debauchery that they had gotten up to last night crossed her mind as she pulled herself upright.
"You're so fucking perfect."
Oh, no.
She shook her head.
That wouldn't do. She couldn't have her feelings making her weird and awkward around Katsuki because of how happy she'd felt hearing those words from him. How good it felt for him to hold her.
No.
She wouldn't let sex ruin what they had.
She liked Katsuki. He was rude sometimes and a brute at others — but he was also generous, funny, and loyal to a fault. She valued whatever friendship she had with him and she'd be damned if she let something like mindblowing sex make her feel awkward whenever she thought about sending him a stupid meme during her lunch break.
She lived for that.
She just needed to get her head on straight. Smack some sense into herself.
Find a shirt.
Pants, too.
Maybe make them breakfast because she was starving.
And if she was lucky maybe he'd sleep through that too and she could slip into the shower.
She moved to stand up, spotting Katsuki's balled up shirt in the corner when two arms stopped her.
"Um," she tried to tug herself free to no avail, "Bakugou?"
"Katsuki." He yawned. "Where do you think you're going?"
She rolled her eyes.
"To put on some clothes."
He pulled her back against his chest. "Why?"
"Why do people wear clothes?" His right hand, the one keeping her back against his chest, settled on her breast toying with her rapidly hardening nipple while his left snaked its way down to her pussy. He wasted no time locating her clit, almost winding her as the pleasure came quick and unexpected. "Oh fuck. What are you doing?"
He chuckled, kissing that spot behind her ear. She could feel him harden against her ass.
"Getting you ready so I can fuck you." Okay. Wow. She was speechless. "Is that okay?"
She nods.
It was okay.
More than okay.
Katsuki fucks her in her bed.
She's on her side not doing much besides moaning and panting and blabbering half coherent words (the majority of which are just his name). He drives into her hard, hitting that bundle of nerves nestled inside of her that have her eyes rolling back in her head. She cums like that — a blubbering mess — moments before he spills into her for the second time. She thinks he may be done when he flips her over and kisses her, fingers reaching down to explore the mess he's made of her.
She cums again.
She's spent when he decides that they both smell and drags her to her tiny shower. He's essentially a giant in her bathroom and when she starts laughing about the fact that his head keeps hitting the showerhead every time he turns around to kiss her, he shuts her up with his hand against her throat and her back against the tiles while he bites and nips at her chest. Next thing she knows she's on her knees, sucking on his cock with his hands buried in her hair and her fingers between her thighs.
By the time they leave the shower the water is running cold and she can barely use her legs.
It's strange.
Last night Bakugou had been eager, sure, but he'd also seemed a little nervous and unsure. Letting her lead him into touching her just like she needed and waiting for her instruction before making any moves.
Now?
Now, she's having trouble keeping up with all the things he wants to try, and the domineering energy usually reserved for the battlefield — the one that terrified the worst of villains — is concentrated on devouring her any time he pleases.
He's insatiable.
He's dominating.
He might be a monster.
She studies him.
He's eating ramen across the table from her, dressed in his boxers and one of his old hoodies that she'd stolen from him who knows when.
"Katsuki?" He hums in acknowledgment flicking through his phone as he loads more noodles onto his chopsticks as if he didn't almost have her passing out from pleasure. "What's up with you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He slurps his noodles. "I'm fine."
He's fine alright...
"You just seem, uh," she pauses to search for the right word to encompass five orgasms in less than twenty-four hours, "kind of ravenous?"
"Aren't you on your second bowl of noodles?"
"I mean the sex!" She retorts. He's been touching her since she woke up what did he expect? All of that took energy! "You ass!"
"Oh that?" He shoots her a sinful grin. “I’m just catching up on what I’ve been missing.”
“Sex?”
She can’t help the sad feeling that slips into her words. He’d been so attentive and his words had poured from his mouth like warm honey. She'd started thinking... maybe...
He hums.
“Is that all?”
She hates how disappointed her voice sounds.
“Don’t be stupid, Cheeks.” He points his fork at her. “That’s not it.”
She asks again, “So what is it?”
“You.” He locks eyes with her and she feels the heat rise up from her toes. “I’m catching up on you. And you’re a dumbass if you think I’ll be satisfied with one night.”
Technically it's been almost two but she doesn't want to ruin this moment by sassing him.
She swallows.
“Oh?”
“You’re mine now.” She shivers and she’s definitely too sore for it but she can’t help the arousal that sparks again. She might be a monster, too. “I hope that's okay with you.”