lemon fan-fic. Dirty and cute, my favorite!
Bakugo and Ururaka have been playing a twisted game with each other.
How far will it go this time?
WARNING *************** Contains graphic adult content. Characters are all 18+
The bet was simple: The winner gets to pick one thing the loser has to do.
Bakugou couldn't remember which of them had thrown down the original challenge, only that an argument between them during a particularly close sparring match had escalated and lead to its creation. In the heat of the moment, they'd both accepted the challenge, each certain they were going to be the victor over the other. Neither could have imagined it would turn into what it had become.
He and Uraraka had been playing this twisted game for a few months now and it was starting to get good.
She'd been the one to approach him about practicing together. She'd waited for him to be alone in the school courtyard, knowing full well that he would reject her request if anyone was around to witness it.
He remembered her plea, she'd insisted he 'not go easy on her'. As if he'd ever give less then everything, it wasn't his style to turn-down for anyone. He was glad she'd asked him, though he kept that detail to himself, her boldness impressed him. Not many people would have approached him for a favor, let alone the favor of getting their ass kicked. He'd accepted, under the condition that it would be done in private. He didn't need anyone from class 1-A giving him shit about his sessions with Round Face.
From that point on, they'd started meeting once a week to throw-the-fuck-down. She was pretty good, not as good as him, but... good. She didn't give up easily, and he respected the hell out of that.
To prep her for their weekly battles, he'd give her small challenges to complete. He'd push her to run an additional mile, add five more push-ups to her set or do ten more sit-ups then she'd done the day before. If what she'd told him was true and she really wanted to become a better fighter, she needed to build her strength. Little things like this were slowly adding up and forcing her to grow stronger. She was improving for sure.
Then they'd created the winner's bet.
At first, he'd been reluctant to agree, but he'd always had a hard time saying no to a challenge. Especially when the challenger was tiny and sported goofy-ass pink cheeks.
It started innocently enough, she'd actually won the first time. It was a quick and sneaky attack, but she took him out nonetheless. One pat on his unguarded back and she'd had him floating like a beet red balloon of rage.
Her request: "make me a delicious dinner! But not too spicy, Bakugou."
No problem. Cooking came easily to him. She'd enjoyed his meal immensely. If he was being honest with himself, he'd enjoyed her enjoying it far more then he ever could have imagined. It'd been nice, sitting together, being showered in her complements, and watching her smile while she ate his cooking. It was also nice watching her lick little splashes of his curry off the pink pads of her fingertips and lips. However, admitting to that was not a card he was about to play any time soon.
Since then, she'd only managed to beat him on one other occasion. It'd been a while since he'd had to fulfill any of her demands.
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Bakugou Katsuki lay stretched out on his bed, eyes fixated on his dorm room door, as he patiently waited for it to open. Well, as patiently as he could at least. He was pretty fucking annoyed. She was late again and He'd never been one for waiting around. Where the hell was she? Why the hell was she so late? He couldn't even relax while he waited for her, he still got nervous about getting caught when it came to this portion of their 'training.' The last thing he wanted was to be discovered by Kirishima or worse yet, Aizawa.
His ears pricked when he heard a familiar metallic click. The intentionally unlocked door to his room slowly pushed open as Ochako's wide-eyed face appeared around its edge.
Katsuki quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He peeked through the bottom of his eyelids so he could secretly watch her.
Uraraka stepped into the room, quickly closing and locking the door behind her. She knew the routine. Spotting him asleep on his bed, she called out to him softly as she moved closer to him. "Katsuki?"
Uraraka slipped closer to the sleeping form on the bed. She laid her hand on his arm and tried to wake him with a gentle shake. No response. She wasn't sure what to do, should she leave? She was pretty sure that would piss him off to no end.
Uraraka signed softly to herself. She already felt bad for being so late, but now that she could see how tired he was, she felt even worse. As she made her way into his quiet room, she couldn't help but take a moment to observe him in his defenseless state. She'd never seen him while he was asleep, it was an interesting juxtaposition to his everyday conduct. He looked sweet and vulnerable, as opposed to his usual rough and aggressive demeanor. Seeing him in such a defenseless position tugged at her heartstrings. She was tempted to watch him for a few moments, but she knew they were already short on time. She sat lightly on the bed next to him, leaning forward, she placed one hand on his arm and lowered her lips close to his ear.
"Katsuki," She softly cooed his name.
The warm sensation of her breath on his ear paired so well with her sweet voice that it sent shivers through his body. He couldn't hold back any longer. With lightning-fast speed, Katsuki lunged at her. He scoped her up by her waist and flipped her onto his bed. He rolled himself over her, holding her body under his as he unleashed his attack of choice: DEATH BY TICKLING.
Uraraka's tickle defenses were a negative ten. It was her biggest weakness! The shocking speed of his movement gave her absolutely no time to react. She was stunned for a second before her instincts kicked in and she started fighting for her life. The struggle to keep from screaming and laughing was real! She didn't want to risk someone hearing laughter coming from Bakugou's room, anyone who knew him would find that to be unusual, to say the least. She wiggled and kicked under him, trying to break free from his assault.
Luckily for her, Katsuki didn't want to get caught either, his barrage of tickles didn't last very long. Reluctantly, he released her, a mischievous smile painted across his face.
"You scared me," she scolded him as she covered her beet-red face, caught her breath, and continued to berate him. "I almost screamed! Someone could've heard!"
He snickered at her sharply and retorted, "You're slow. It's your own damn fault."
"Shut up Kats-"
"-Hey, Round Face, why the hell are you so late anyways?" He interrupted her.
She sat up so that they were face to face on his bed. "I had to finish working with Midoriya before-"
"NOPE!" He cut her off as soon as he heard Deku's stupid name. "No need to finish that story. I don't wanna talk about Deku while you're lying on my bed."
They stared at each other for a few moments.
"He's my friend Katsuki, we've been over this." Uraraka stared him down.
"Fine. Whatever. I just don't wanna talk about him now." Bakugou turned away from her.
She broke the long silence that followed "Any way, sorry for being late," Uraraka started to awkwardly fiddle with her fingertips. "I know you don't like waiting," she said.
Bakugou turned back towards her. She smiled at him with a sweetness that may have actually hurt his bones. She was so cute. Fuck that smile! It worked on him every time. He almost hated how cute she was. Almost.
It was Bakugou's turn to blush. He turned his face away from her again, so she wouldn't see the color spread through his cheeks. His heart was racing now. He hated how flustered she could make him feel, and all she had to do was smile. Taking a moment to calm himself down, he decided to keep their evening on track.
"You lost ya know." His voice was low.
"What?" questioned Uraraka. He'd spoken so softly she hadn't been able to hear him.
He took a breath and steadied his voice repeating himself sternly. "You. Lost."
He turned to her with a taunting, toothy smile, "You lost so fucking bad, you didn't even -"
"sh-shut up!" She interrupted him and pouted.
"Been on a losing streak for awhile now, huh?" teased Katsuki.
Ochako contorted her face, huffing and swatting at him. He caught her hands in the air and gently held them down.
He was quiet for a moment, his eyes caught hers before asking, "Do you remember what I told you I wanted to do this time?"
Uraraka gulped and stared at the floor of his room. His eyes took this chance to roam over her body. She was still wearing her uniform skirt and white dress shirt from school today. It must have been a long day for her if she hadn't taken the time to stop and change. He considered feeling bad about giving her a hard time for being late. But, she'd been with Deku. He didn't want her to think it was ok to keep him waiting for that fucking nerd.
"I remember." came her soft response.
His eyes shot up to her mouth, he watched her bite at her bottom lip before she continued.
"I've never done that before." Her voice cracked as she finished her thought. "Can you tell me what to do?" She looked into his eyes and Katsuki gave a soft nod.
Fuck, yeah. He'd tell her what to do. He was still in shock she'd agreed to it, he'd do whatever she needed him to do.
"I'm nervous." She confided to him.
"That's okay. We can go slow." He reassured her.
He was nervous too, but there was no way in hell he was going to let her know that, especially if he was going to be her guide. He realized he was still holding her hands and gave her wrists a gently tug, pulling her towards himself and into a soft kiss.
The electrical sensation of their lips touching shot through him in a wave. She kissed him back, parting her lips so that their tongues could slip together. He felt himself stiffening instantly as he leaned into her eager mouth, the weight of his body pushing her lower onto his bed.
They'd gone this far before, they'd been kissing, touching and caressing each other for a few months now. Almost every victory Bakugou had secured was invested in going further with her. At this point, he'd managed to procure a few passionate make out sessions as well as some pretty heavy groping, grinding and petting. Now, he was ready for more. He got the feeling she was ready for it too. This challenge was going to be a little different. This time, he picked something far more adventurous.
This time, she was going to give him a blow job.
He'd been thinking about it since his victory on Wednesday, in fact it was all he could think about. Waiting had been torture, but now it was finally going to happen.
Breaking away from her lips, he slid his mouth to her neck and bit her gently. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of his teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her closer and let his mouth wander up and down the soft skin of her neck. He nibbled at her ear, stopping to bite her here and there or to drag his tongue over the spots where he'd just nipped her. She whimpered softly each time she felt his teeth, encouraging him to continue exploring.
A beautiful burning sensation started to tingle its way through her. Uraraka didn't understand why it felt so good, but it did. His breathe against her skin, his lips moving over her and his teeth. wait! His fucking teeth? Did he just bite her? He did, and fuck, it feelt so good. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It made her burn from within and sent her mind wandering towards all kinds of x-rated activities. She wanted him all over her.
He felt her hands run up his arms, stopping at his shoulders to linger over his muscles, before sliding down his chest. She dragged her palms slowly down the front of his shirt before finding her way under cock pulsed at the touch of her fingertips on his bare chest.
Inspired by her actions, he allowed his own hands to focus on the buttons of her crisp, white shirt. He made quick work of them and freed her from her top in no time.
For a moment Bakugou found himself in complete shock. He hadn't expected such a treat out of the blue. If he hadn't been goofing off when she came into his room, he may have noticed sooner, Uraraka was not wearing a bra. Instantly, his attention was focused on fondling her breasts. He hadn't seen them in weeks, he'd missed the soft pink blush her nipples. He quickly set to work, licking and tweaking each bud in turn.
The pressure of his body across hers made her moan softly. His mouth covered each of her nipples with greedy, wet kisses as his hands pawed over the pillowy softness of her breasts.
Uraraka ran her hands through his unruly hair, and then down his back. His body was not real. It was too good. She could feel his muscles contouring and flexing beneath her fingertips as the rest of him was focused on consuming her. She wanted him so badly. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to feel all of him and be as close to him as possible. A sharp bite on her left nipple made her gasp out in pain and brought them both back to reality.
"Sorry," soothed Katsuki. "I didn't mean to hurt you." His eyes held hers with great sincerity.
She looked down at him lustfully, with a soft smile she reassured him "s'okay. It just surprised me is all." Had she just gotten Bakugou Katsuki to apologize? That was definitely a first.
Bakugou didn't want to stop, he loved everything about touching her. But, he also didn't want to lose his nerve. He had to stay focused.
He held himself back from returning to her perfect tits, pushed himself up and looked down at her between his arms. He burned the image of her beneath him into his mind. Here she was, on his bed, between his arms, topless in her school skirt. God damn, did she look good. He wanted to make sure he'd always be able to recall this moment. Even if everything between them fell apart, he'd always have this memory for himself.
Why is he stopping? was something wrong? Thought Uraraka. Before she had the chance to ask him, he spoke.
"Are you ready now?" He asked her flatly, trying to hide the shaky excitement in his voice.
She'd lost herself in his embrace and forgot she was here to pay her debt to him. "Um, I think so. Don't I need to move first?" She asked him.
Taking a moment to survey the situation, he realized she wouldn't be able to complete his objective in her current position. Idiot, he thought to himself, you better pay closer attention if you're going to tell her what to do.
"Ah, yeah, definitely." He fumbled around her and grabbed his pillow, tossing it to the floor. He quickly positioned it in front of his feet.
"Kneel down in front of me here." He gestured to the newly created padding.
With a quick and graceful movement, Uraraka lifted herself off of the bed and lowered herself into a kneeling position on the pillow in front of him. He openly gawked at her breasts as they bounced and jiggled on her journey to his floor.
She placed her hands on his knees for support. He could feel her trembling, she was failing at hiding her nervousness from him. Nonetheless, she looked up at him from his floor with wide shining brown eyes, waiting for him to command her next action.
Katsuki battled with his nervousness. Was he really going to go through with this? Look at her sweet little face, smiling up at him like her only wish in the world was to please him. His mind did a quick evaluation of the potential consequences.
Uraraka unconsciously slipped her tongue across her lips as she continued to look to him.
Fuck it, he thought. It's worth it.
He stood up, pulled his shirt over his head and removed his shorts, dropping them to the ground in one quick movement.
Uraraka's face burned as she stared up at him with shock and awe. She was already shorter than him, but given her location on the floor, he towered over her. In her current position Bakugou's hard cock bobbed overhead, demanded her attention.
He'd never been fully naked in front of her before. She'd felt his hardness through their clothes during some of their heavy petting sessions, but she'd never SEEN him. She was taken aback, she wasn't sure how much of him she was going to be able to handle.
Bakugou sat back down on the bed. His change in elevation positioning his dick right in front of her cute face. Reaching forward he took her hands and placed them back onto his knees before speaking to her in a low, encouraging voice.
"Don't be nervous. Just start by kissing it, nice and soft, like our first kiss tonight."
Ok, she thought to herself, I can do this.
She wet her lips with her tongue and tilted her head towards him until she was close enough to place their wet softness against the head of his cock. The tip of his dick was wet, she could taste the salty-sweetness of his cum as it smeared across her lips and onto the tip of her tongue.
Her first kiss was delicate and soft, the second kiss was deep and eager. His body responded immediately as his cock throbbed. He groaned deeply, quickly followed by more instuction "more like that, keep going."
She leaned in closer and started to cover his cock in deep wet kisses.
He was in a new world. Lost to her lips. Damn the fucking consiquenses, this was fucking worth it. Her mouth felt fucking amazing. He was so hard it hurt. He needed more. Biting his bottom lip, he commanded her.
"Now, open your mouth all the way and-" Before he could finish his sentence, she started.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and started to slide him into her mouth. Bakugou had to focus on keeping himself from thrusting his hips forward and choking her. The tight warmth and wetness of her mouth surrounded him, beckoning him to go further. He placed his hand on top of her head and instructed her.
"You're doing so good Ochako-chan. Start sliding it in and out of your mouth now."
Her eyes fluttered open and looked up into his as she began to bob her head up and down his dick. He watched her round cheeks become hollow as she sucked, sliding him in and out.
His hand tangled into her hair, and he tightened his grip as Uraraka began to pump him into her mouth in a steady rhythm.
Bakugou's eyes snapped shut as he tried to sit still on the bed. He bite back the moans that desperately fought to escape him.
Uraraka watched him closely as she worked. His cock was slick with her spit now, allowing her to push it further into her mouth with a bit more ease. She watched him wiggle and twist with pleasure as she went to work on him. Giving into instinct, she lifted her hand and placed it onto the portion of his dick that she wasn't able to get into her mouth. She pumped her fist in rhythm with her mouth, ensuring that no part of him was left out.
Uraraka was actually enjoying herself. She'd been afraid she wouldn't be able to relax or that she wouldn't be able to make him feel good. But, now that she could see on his face just how well she was doing, she began to lose herself to pleasing him.
As she pumped and sucked him, covering him with her drool, she began to make small moaning sounds in the back of the throat. Bakugou wasn't prepared for the sensation that jolted through him. Her little moans sent tiny, but powerful vibrations through his cock and into his spine. His hips bucked forward in a hard thrust, choking her on accident.
Coughing, Uraraka pulled away for a moment to catch her breath.
"Shit! I'm so fucking sorry." Bakugou apologized. He released his grip on her hair and began to stand up, but Uraraka stopped him.
"It's okay. I'm okay. Sit down, alright?" She giggled awkwardly. Had she just managed to get two apologize out of him tonight? She wondered if she'd just broken a world record.
He obliged her, sitting back down on his bed and trying to keep himself focused. Uraraka pushed herself up and forward a bit so she could reach him for a kiss. When her hot, wet mouth pressed against his, he held the back of her head and pulled her gently forward, locking them into a deeper kiss. After a moment, she pulled her swollen lips away from his to continue her mission.
As she moved back into position, she smiled up at him and absent-mindedly trailed the back of her fingertips along the insides of his thighs. His cock pulsed with anticipation and longing. She lowered herself back into place, leaned forward and licked a line starting at the base and stopping at the head of his cock. She lingered on his tip, letting her tongue trail around it in big, wet circles. She licked up the drops of cum that escaped from his swollen tip.
Bakugou's mouth hung open in shock as he watched her lap him up. He didn't tell her to do that, but her freestyle moves were glorious. Before long he just couldn't take any more. He growled down at her, "Stop fucking teasing me and suck my dick." He put his hand back into her hair and pulled her forward. His dick slipped between her lips and into her mouth, causing both of them to moan.
She started to take him into her throat, deeper, as deep as she could. Now that she knew what he wanted, she was going to do her best to give it to him. Uraraka closed her eyes and concentrated on controlling her throat. Given that her quirk forced her to deal with nausea each time she activated it, she had become quite good at controlling her gag reflex. Her lips slid all the way down his shaft, taking his full length deep into her throat.
"Mmmm. Oh, fuck yeah, Ochako. God, that's so fucking good." Bakago stared down at her with wild eyes.
His face was different then she had ever seen it. He looked wild and unruly, of course, But, when he would lose himself, she could see something else there. It was the happiest she had ever seen him.
"Go faster." he demanded.
"Mmmhmm." She responded with her mouth full. The hum of her m's sending vibrations down his dick and into his core.
She started to pick up her speed, trying to stay focused so that she could still get as much of him as possible into her mouth. She pumped him in and out as fast and deep as she could, moaning and breathing heavily as she did.
He was coming undone. He began to thrust softly into her mouth to match her pace. "Ah, fuck. How the hell are you doing that. Taking me, ahh, so fucking deep." Bakugou moaned. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if you keep going like this."
"Mmmhhh." She gave a contented moan as she slid up and down his cock.
Uraraka was filled with motivation, that's exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted him to cum for her. She wanted him to feel so fucking good that he couldn't stand it any longer and she wanted to be the one to give that to him. She worked him as deep and hard as she could.
Bakugou's hand unconsciously pulled her head down onto him, pushing himself as deeply as he could into her mouth. This time, she didn't choke. This time, she let him push her head back and forth against him, serving his need.
"Ahh, fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum, Ochako." Bakugou cried out.
She kept her eyes on him so she could watch him finish. He exploded into her mouth. Even though he had warned her, the sensation of his cum filling her throat was startling. She swallowed as fast as she could in an attempt to take everything he had to give. His face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, his brows scrunching together as he cried out. He held her head in his hand and pulled her towards him, pushing as deeply as he could, as he finished fucking her face.
After a moment, she felt his whole body relax. The grip of his hand softened on her hair so she could pull her head back and release him from her mouth. She took a deep breath and leaned back resting her weight on the floor pillow and her heels.
Bakugou had fallen back against his mattress and lay there painting. She watched his chest move slowly up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He sat up on his elbows so he could look down at her.
"Did you like that Katsuki? Did I do a good job?" she asked him as their eyes meet.
He literally laughed at her, then clicked his tongue and asked, "Tsk. What do you think Ochako? Do you think I liked that?"
His eyes narrowed as he smoothly smiled down at her. She smiled back, biting the bottom of her lip.
"Yeah, I think you did." She felt a bit silly as she realized what a stupid question it had been.
He stared at her before asking "Are you always such a messy eater?"
Uraraka's brows pulled together into a confused face. What was he talking about? Before she could ask him to clarify, he reached for her face with his right hand, and slowly wiped his thumb across her lips to clean up the white streak of cum that had dribbled from her mouth and down her chin. Collecting the cream onto his fingertip, he slid his finger into her mouth so she could suck it clean.
Uraraka blushed hard, as she took his finger into her mouth and licked it clean.
Bacugou retracted his hand and leaned into her, giving her one more deep kiss before flopping back onto his bed with a contented sigh.
He hadn't realized how exhausted he was until this moment. The anticipation of waiting for her to show up, followed by the most amazing orgasm he'd ever experienced, wiped him out.
He watched Uraraka dart around his room, collecting her shirt and buttoning it up. He was sad to lose site of her half-naked body. She checked her phone "boo, it's so late, we're both going to be sleepy tomorrow".
Bakugou snorted from the bed "who's fault is that?"
She ignored him. Tucking her shirt back into her skirt, she looked into the mirror to make sure she didn't look disheveled. Unfortunately for her, her hair was destroyed. Bakugou's grip had left her locks in a giant tangled clump at the back of her head. She tried to brush it out with her fingertips as best she could, but it was no use. Oh, well. Hopefully no one saw her at this late hour anyway. Now she'd need to sneak out of the boys' side of the dormitory and back over to the girls' side.
Turning to face him, she realized he'd been watching her. She walked over to his bed to say goodnight. He lay across the center, back in his boxers, with one arm folded behind his head, the other resting on his bare chest.
"That was really fucking good, you sure you've never done that before?" Bakugou stated as he stood to walk her to his door.
"How stupid do you think I am? Don't you think I'd remember if I'd done that before or not." Uraraka's face started to glow red. Sometimes she had a hard time telling when he was teasing her.
"Guess you're just a natural." He chuckled down at her.
"Shut up, Katsuki." Uraraka gave him a soft shove. He used her push to pull her forward and into an embrace. She leaned into him and they hugged for a moment. "Maybe you're just a really good teacher."
"Tch. I'm the best. We're still gonna keep training, right?" He asked her, as she nuzzled into his arms.
"Mmhm," she replied. She loved it when she had moments like this with him.
"You're not too afraid to keep going?" He asked her.
She pushed back from his chest and looked up at him.
"Afraid? No way. I'm not afraid of you." She replied with a shining smile. "I'm just not sure what I'm going to make you do when I kick your butt next week."
"Pfft, whatever. You gotta win first, Angel Face." Suddenly he couldn't help but wonder what she would pick. Fuck, she hadn't beaten him in so long, at this point he'd LOVE to know what she'd pick. Bakugou stood silently, mouth hanging open, as his mind wandered through the potential outcome of Uraraka picking the next activity they tried.
"Um, it's super late. I better get going." Uraraka's voice mewed at him softly, ripping him out of his perverted daydream. He managed a soft nod as he continued to walk her to his door. He opened it himself and checked the hallway to make sure it was clear.
"I think you're good, just don't be too loud." He turned to her, and they kissed behind his door one last time.
"Good night, Katsuki. I'll see you tomorrow." She whispered.
"Goodnight," he whispered in reply. He watched her slip down the hall and towards the elevator. Once he could no longer see her, Bakugou closed his door, turned off his light, and flopped on his bed to pass out.
The next morning, Bakugou headed down to the common area to get some breakfast. The session from the night before had left him twice as hungry as usually. As he made his way to the kitchen, he could hear the voices of his classmates laughing and talking about the day to come. Normally, he would have avoided them and breakfast all together, rather than socialize. However, today he was just too damn hungry. He rounded the corner and came upon Mina, Deku, Iida and Uraraka, eating in the kitchen. Bakugou helped himself to some of the food set out for the morning rush before he reluctantly joined the group at the table.
Sitting down, he began to quickly shovel his meal into his mouth while trying to avoid any conversation. Uraraka was talking to Iida about a project they had been assigned while munching on a bowl of cereal. As she took another absent-minded bite, a white dribble of milk rolled down her chin. Bakugou couldn't help himself. He just had to say it.
"Oy, round face." He called to her.
All four students turned to stare at him. It was quite out of character for him to join in any conversation.
Bakugou wore a cold smile as he stared dead into Uraraka's eyes. He lifted a finger and pointed to the milk dribbled down her chin.
"I told you. You're a messy eater."
Uraraka blushed so hard. Even her ears turned red.