_a/n: inspired by the person Uraraka became during her battle with Bakugou. Love that.
so this, supposedly, is an alphabet collection of one-shots/drabbles for Kacchako, from canon to AUs, etc.


not your (manic pixie dream) girl

A - The Art of Seduction OR angels, demons, and Uraraka Ochako


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She's straddling him, neither by will nor force. Simply and solely by duty.

(shamefully, embarrassingly, and evidently prudishly so)

His dark eyes are hazy, relaxed, even (as if this is nothing new to him or as if this is nothing at all) and Ochako suddenly feels faint, despite not having used an ounce of her quirk. How humiliating.

"Uraraka-chan," she flinches at her name, eyes flickering over to the teammate addressing her to her right. For a frog, Tsuyu seems to be watching her like a hawk. "You're getting redder by the second. You're about to put Kirishima-kun's hair to shame."

Bakugou Katsuki almost smirks, but the uncomfortability of their situation makes it difficult to be the level of smug he strives to be. He tries his best to conceal it, gritting his teeth and spewing out, "From Angelface to Cherrybomb."

She would slap him but she knows he'd catch her hand before the clap could land a hefty sting on his cheek. It's as if he could either foresee her instincts or read her mind; regardless, always undeniably being two steps ahead of her, shown in the way his brow raises, sharp teeth becoming visible.

"I'm not Deku, you know," Katsuki snidely comments with that signature Bakugou Scowl. "So quit acting like I am. There's no reason to get all weak and flushed over this. It's just a fucking act; you do realize that, right? Get your shit together."

The Asui girl intervenes, wide-eyed and adding, "He's got a point. You've gotta keep your cool, Uraraka-chan. Your mission is to seduce and distract the leader of the underground drug affiliation. If you can successfully do that, it'll make our parts much easier: for Bakugou-kun to fight off the remaining members without notice, and for me to be able to search the premises and obtain the classified information with a quick jab of my tongue."

"Remember, you're the bait," he remarks.

The brunette sighs in resignation before repeating, "I'm the bait."

When Aizawa-sensei had informed them of the separate missions the class were to go on, having categorized them in randomized groups of three to help the police force with considerably dangerous unsolved cases around the district, playing the deceiving role of some kind of false, but enticing succubus had been the furthest thing Uraraka Ochako expected (if she had even expected anything like this at all.)

Of course, with complete and utter indignation to Tsuyu's plan, she'd instinctively demanded a reconsideration on who were to take on the roll of the "seductress," questioning the sanity of it all. In time, she reluctantly acquiesced, especially having been pointed out that Tsuyu's camouflaging and efficient abilities enabled her the proper qualities to obtain the files needed to conclude their mission. And well, the remaining group member probably couldn't seduce anybody if he tried, Tsuyu had implicated. Thus followed her ultimate compliance.

(With a shitload of regret, she learns, when finding herself sitting in the lap of Bakugou Katsuki.)

It'sforpracticeit'sforpracticeit'sforpracticeit'sforprac

"You've got the sex appeal of a chair," he deadpans, disrupting her incessant internal reminders set to distract her from the fact that his groin is sunk in between her thighs on the small seat they're sharing. "Actually, scratch that. Chairs get a lot of ass."

"Shut UP," she fumes.

"We're fucking dead if you keep this shit up."

The art of gravity? Check. The art of heroism? Check. The art of seduction? Now that's something she's never particularly prioritized and had yet to even consider mastering prior to her discovery of this mission. The painstaking evidence of such is enough for her to lose her composure altogether.

...But what would Deku do?

He'd get it over with! He'd assume this position with force, determination—complete configuration of his original personality. He would become his part and play the goddamn best part he could. He would become the best.

Feeling a little more dignified, Ochako's stare hardens, narrowing her pupils onto her presumed prey. There is an instant change in his expression, seen in a slight layer of confusion that takes over the red of his eyes. He doesn't fail to notice her change in demeanor, but she knows she must outwit him. But how? If this had been Mineta or Kaminari, or hell, even Iida, this would have been over in a flash and her job would have been completed as soon as her ass touched any of their laps.

They don't even know the sexual orientation of this so-called villain! He could be gay, for all they'd known. Their plan would go to shit instantly.

Tsuyu's poor preparation and Bakugou's stubbornness would be to blame. And she'd be put to death.

It really is life or death. She has the most dangerous position of the three. She must not fail.

Katsuki watches as her stare suddenly falters from its lock on his own to shift down to her fingers, which she fiddles with in the limited space between their chests.

"Sorry," she tells him weakly. "Tsuyu-chan, could you give us a minute?"

The dark haired member eyes them suspiciously, but without another word, blinks and exits.

"I know you're not Deku," Ochako states, making herself more comfortable atop him.

"Fuck right I'm not," he annoyingly reaffirms. He tries to sit upward, but is halted by her hand on his chest, pushing him against the back of the chair. "What're you—"

Get him.

"You're just," she hesitates, swallowing the act. "A lot cooler."

Her pupils flicker back up to his, and she shrugs, knowing her cheeks have been set aflame. There's no going back now.

"It's hard not to be nervous in my position."

Her hand is still pressed against him, keeping him in place. Ochako lets her slender fingers dance upward, moving from fiddling with the fabric at his chest toward the the collar of his shirt, slightly grazing the exposed skin of his broad shoulders in the midst of doing so. She releases a sigh and the fact that he can't tell if this is purposefully and strategically done or it's solely her usual naive oblivion frustrates him to no end. For once, he can't seem to predict her next move. She's doing surprisingly well, though. And for him, this situation is entering dangerous territory.

"Why the hell is that?" he asks, curious. If this is some sort of challenge, he won't decline. He doesn't lose.

This is the exact thing that Ochako feared—the boy playing along. She should have expected this. Bakugou Katsuki has never been one to back down. And if there's one thing she's learned from their encounters, whether from training or through the banters in their shared living space, is that she should always be prepared for his arrogant antics. And well, argumentation comes in different forms: seduction, apparently, being one of them.

Count on him to ignite some kind of spark in her each and every time he spits fire. It's almost… exciting, every time. Seeing him retaliate, and she, in turn, getting worked up. With him, she will never settle. She will always give him her all.

And if that means acting a little egregiously, then so be it.

Her voice becomes softer and the fragility of it is deceptive, to her advantage. (She's sure no one would expect this of her. Their peers are alwaysalwaysalways underestimating her abilities, except for Bakugou, that is.) "I've imagined a moment like this before. It did go a little differently, though."

"S'that so?" And he sounds so cavalier, too cavalier. She's acting, surely, and apparently, so is he. That's right: he, too, must be playing a role. All the more challenging. He's being calm and collected and cool, as if trying to pull a Todoroki Shouto and it's throwing her slightly off balance.

Then it clicks.

Off balance.

"I'm sure at this point," she quirks up, while simultaneously activating her power. "According to the movies, the two of us would most likely be having intercourse by now."

Before he could interject an off-handed comment on the types of movies she's been watching and whether or not Mineta had influenced her to watch some kind of deadbeat pornography, she continues.

"Touch me."

Fucking Mineta.

Ochako slides deeper into his lap as gravity begins to fail their masses, allowing his chest to envelope her and she closes the space between them. Their sudden flight catches him off guard. To her surprise, he's much more built than she'd thought. She feels the body heat consuming her and she's positive she's going to lose her cool soon. She's hoping he does first. Professionalism, she reminds herself, forcing her self consciousness down. This is an act.

He has no control over floating, and is simply left to her guidance. She knows this fact would unravel him. Having to be slightly reliant on another—a low blow to his pride.

Sweet talking and small gestures aren't enough to turn him on. She'd hoped primarily boosting his ego would help, and she could have sworn it had in the beginning. Had her strategy faltered? Had she been too obvious? Or too pathetic? She finally understands how Yaoyorozu Momo had initially felt when being teamed with Todoroki during the end of their first term testing.

He breaks eye contact quickly, before she can study his expression. He isn't sure if the hollow feeling that had conjured in his stomach is due to the lack of gravitational pull or if it's something that had been caused by her scheme. Or perhaps even something else; how her hair falls and how her voice drips and—

He doesn't let his thoughts linger. Katsuki drops his head. This isn't a battle that suited his strengths.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. His scowl deepens, hidden by his bangs. His hands continue to clench at his sides.

Quick—this is it—while he's weak.

"Uraraka," he grits her name through his teeth.

She's all torture and tease and devilish under that angelic demeanor. But no one would believe him. This is her upperhand. This is where she wins.

"Given up?" she almost sounds smug, and Katsuki wonders when the roles reversed, disgusted at the concept. It's that phrase that stimulates a ferocity, a venom of some sort, that urges him to keep at it.

He glares, a smirk prying the corner of his lips. He wonders how far she'd take this scenario. He wouldn't be the one to initiate any physical act since the last thing he wants is to sexually assault the bitch.

(but)

There's no harm in provoking her. He's curious to see what she has up her sleeve—the length she's willing to go for the sake of this mission.

It's a challenge being unable to move without any physical movement coming off as some sort of dry-hump or thrust. He suffices, staying still from the chest down and instead, makes use of his upper body, using a hand to brush a stray hair behind her ear. Bitches love that shit, don't they? "It's like you don't know me at all."

If this means he's going to play it gentle, she has no other option than to play it how he likes.

Ochako uses the force of her quirk to push his back against one of the room's walls with heightened speed. The strength of the move causes the concrete foundation to break entirely.

"Didn't know bitches liked it rough," the topnotch ass of a boy coughs. They're still midair, with the slight support of a fallen ledge and the uncomfortable cracks of the exterior digging into his back.

"Guess you don't really know me at all, either," she breathes, hair disheveled and lashes fluttering open, revealing the devil's eyes.

He tastes a hint of blood in the inside of his cheek. Fucking damn everything about this scenario is killer. From the fact that this girl is much more than what meets the eye: all force, a ticking bomb, a go after go after go. She doesn't give up, despite how obvious it is that she wouldn't be able to stand a chance against him on battlegrounds. She still goes and will go, and will lose with all her might. He thinks it's attractive. Real fucking attractive.

What makes matters worse is that she's Deku's girl. He knows this. Everybody knows this.

And it makes Bakugou Katsuki want her more.

The timid moan that erupts from between her wet lips as she tightens her thighs around his hips and pushes her unmentionable place deeper into him steals his breath.

He's fucked.

She hasn't even kissed him and they're both fully fucking clothed and it's fucking Uraraka Ochako.

This is fucking sinful.

With that, she hops off his lap, leaving the (rather hard) evidence of her successful pursuit behind, before letting a whisper trail across the shell of his ear. Familiar words. His words. Minus the profanity, in a tone so innocent, so mocking, so disrespectfully deceiving that no one, not even Deku, could imagine her saying.

"There's no reason to get all weak and flushed over this. It's just an act; you do realize that, right? Get it together."

The fucking brat.

And people think he's the hellraiser?

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"Seems to me that Bakugou-kun has a soft spot," Tsuyu notably observes, studying the damage done to the room after the two departed from their (rather awkward) practice encounter. From what she can gather, the destruction had been due to Ochako, confirmed by how Katsuki had shamefully admitted that the plan would run quite smoothly afterward. There had been no further commentary.

(besides his angry, obscene, incomprehensible muttering as he retreated away)

"Or a hard on," Mineta corrects, also studying the havoc of the practice room.

The two nod in agreement.

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fin.


_a/n: so, a few things. this did not turn out how i wanted at all, and i'm finding it really irksome and annoying. i even lost inspiration several times writing it and then got annoyed with the entire concept altogether. especially with the ooc-ness of it all.

i guess in my defense...i've never written for any of the characters in bnha (first timer!) and i also haven't written any fics since October (tragic) but other than that... if you made it this far to the point where you're reading this author's note! then thank you for taking the time to read this shitty piece of work, it does mean a lot regardless

and since this is going to be a series of one shots and all that jazz, feel free to send prompts :)