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Chapter 9: Here For You
Bakugou dodged as Uraraka's left palm aimed for his bare shoulder, and missed again. The other palm came at him from the other side, but again he dodged this easily. He slapped her hands away harshly and enjoyed the look of frustration falling over her round face.
"Too slow," he said mockingly, as another barrage of attacks came at him again. The girl was getting faster, he thought, but not fast enough. Still not good enough to beat him. He needed to push her harder. "Go faster! Faster!"
He said that, but he was already profusely sweating, more than expected. He was far from his limit, but Uraraka made his muscles ache and sing. Which was good. She really was getting better, and it was all because of him.
He couldn't stop the devilish, excited smile on his face when Uraraka's foot went for his chest, but landed on his arm instead, making the skin on it sting. Who knew he was such a good fuckin' teacher?
He threw a kick at her and felt his heel graze the bit of skin at her hip that showed under her tank top. He wasn't holding back at all, and the pain that flashed in her face was very real and very expected. She hissed at the contact, grasped her side and looked at the damage, until Bakugou yelled at her, "What are you looking at?! Keep your eyes on me!"
Uraraka growled and barely dodged another kick coming her way. Her face was tensed in determination, her breathing ragged, her sweat drenching and forming darker shapes on her dark tank top and making the bare skin of her thighs and legs, exposed by her gym shorts, sheen under the fluorescent lights. Her cheeks were pinker than ever, and she emphasized their roundness when the back of her hand went up to wipe the sweat dripping down her chin.
"Tired already, Round-Face? I ain't floating yet, am I?" Bakugou sneered, not dropping his fighting stance.
"Who's tired? I ain't even started yet." She moved forward, transforming into a blur right in front of Bakugou's eyes, fist curling beside her. She missed him, but just barely. Bakugou felt the whoosh of air tingling the skin of his cheek. He grabbed her wrist and swung her to the side, intending to throw her to the other side of the gym.
Suddenly, he felt something that was like a small bell ring once in the air. His entire body screamed at the oddity of zero-gravity suddenly invading his cells.
Uraraka managed to sneak her other chubby hand on his opposite arm. It was likely a fluke, but she was grinning up at him all the same. "I did it! I win!"
"Says who?" His other hand was still holding on to her wrist. Try as she might to pull free, she couldn't, and Bakugou pulled her up with him to the air. She cried in shock as they floated about six feet into the air, and even more so when he pulled her close and forced her hand on his sweaty chest.
All five fingers made contact with his bare skin, and the weird chime his body felt signalled the deactivation of her quirk. He told himself not to go easy on her, but he couldn't stop himself from holding her as they fell, twisting them so he would land on the bottom. They landed on the padded floors with a loud thud.
It was entirely an accident, Bakugou would realize when he reviewed the events later on, that his lips made contact with hers as they landed. It was only a second, but he found himself looking at a pink-faced Uraraka, who was obviously pink-faced from a different reason than their workout.
But the fight wasn't over yet. Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, Bakugou easily flipped them over, and within the next second, pinned Uraraka down face-down on the mat, securing her hands behind her with one of his, and both her legs underneath his weight. One hand went up to push her head down, drenching her hazelnut hair with his nitroglycerin.
"What the-" Uraraka stammered, a how did I get here kind of look obvious on her face.
"You lose." Bakugou had a derisive smirk on his face, tightening the grip on her hair once in victory. She yelped. "That was too fuckin' easy, Round-Face."
It wasn't that easy, he admitted to himself, but not out loud. He stood up and let Uraraka scramble to a sitting position.
She was still blushing angrily, if there was such a thing, and had one hand up to her mouth. "W-we k-k-k-kissed," she stuttered in pure mortification. It was almost insulting.
"So?" This earned him another round of stuttering. He rolled his eyes. "It's just a fuckin' kiss, Uraraka. If you let something stupid like that distract you in the middle of a fight, of course you're gonna fucking lose."
"Just a FUCKIN'-" Uraraka yelled in indignation, with a degree of eloquence that was obviously a result of her frequent exposure to Bakugou. She pointed a finger at him accusingly. "Is this how you treat innocent maidens like me, Bakugou? I'll have you know that was my first ever kiss!"
"Like I fuckin' care about stupid shit like that."
"A girl's first kiss is supposed to be special!" she protested. "I was… I was gonna share it with someone I really liked, you know! Ah, I can't believe you'd steal something so precious from me!"
"Can you not talk about this girly sentimental shit with me, Round-Face?" he growled, ignoring how rotund and squishy her face suddenly looked at she puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "Get that otome shit away from me. If you're not serious about getting stronger, then you better get the fuck out-"
He didn't finish his sentence quickly enough. The simpering, rotund thing he was berating earlier suddenly transformed into a violent blur once again, and it took all the speed he had left in him to dodge the hand that aimed for his face.
Without warning, they were sparring again, with Uraraka moving faster and stronger than before. He didn't make it any fucking easier for her, and he felt her firm flesh underneath his fists a couple of times, but she didn't back down.
Somehow, the little brunette managed to bring her knee up his stomach, pushing all the air out of his lungs. She took this opportunity to push him down, and in the next moment he was staring up at her, his back to the floor, his arms pinned to his sides by her strong thighs, his breath a bit of a ways away from his lungs.
Uraraka glowered at him for a few seconds, before allowing a little victory smirk play over her plump, pink lips.
"Who's not serious about getting fuckin' stronger, Explodey-face?" she asked, a low growl making its way to her voice.
Well fuck him if it wasn't the hottest thing he's ever seen, or heard. He tried to keep his glare steady, his smirk malevolent, but he couldn't ignore the sudden drumming of his pulse in his ears.
"You fuckin' hurt my feelings, you know," she continued, pressing her arm across his throat, "so you better apologize."
This girl was fuckin' stronger than she looked. He'd known it for some time now. So fuck him if he was going to make anything easy for her. "Make me," he dared her instead.
Her face descended closer and closer to his, and in a movement as subtle and as quiet as a gunshot, her lips claimed his in another, more violent kiss.
For someone who claimed to be so inexperienced in the art of kissing, she was unexpectedly spirited about it. Uraraka pushed her lips to his so desperately he thought she was gonna die if she didn't do it. Heck, he thought he was gonna die if he spent another moment not appreciating the sweet taste of her mouth, the salt on her skin, the intoxicating scent of her. She opened her mouth, letting a sound that drove him crazy escape from it, and he felt that he had no choice but to push his tongue inside there and taste every corner of her.
She shifted her position to let his arms move a little more, and his hands automatically sought the thick thighs that kicked him to oblivion earlier. He squeezed at the pliant flesh and made her groan.
Her hands weren't shy about exploring his body, either. He felt her soft fingerpads slide under his own tanktop and over his bare skin, noting how she was careful not to touch him with all five fingers at the same time. Her moans magnified, as if in appreciation, and he felt something in him spark.
Fuck, shit, goddamn, if it didn't feel so fuckin' good. He wanted to stop thinking, just so he could lose herself to her. He didn't think he'd enjoy losing against her so much. Yet, something nagged at the back of his head incessantly, telling him that something was fuckin' wrong here and he needed to stop before he was in too deep.
He let go of Uraraka's lips, the pop of it snapping them out of the haze momentarily, but not long enough that Uraraka paid any attention to his question in the next moment, "The fuck are you doing, Round-Face?"
Or so he said, but he didn't stop her from pressing her mouth to his neck. Shit, her sweet intake of breath was so close to his ear, he thought it was his own. "I'm makin' you apologize, what else?"
"Well you're not gettin' it from me that way," he said, pushing her away from him. She whined a little, but stopped. She sat up straighter, looking down on him as she sat on his stomach, and tilted her head a little.
"So?"
"So what?"
Bakugou sighed in exasperation. "What are you tryin' to pull, Round-Face?"
Uraraka's mouth angled downward. She didn't immediately say anything. She lifted herself off of him, and Bakugou's body practically whined at the absence of her weight. She sat next to him, knees up to her chest and eyes to the floor, the sudden, contrasting picture of modesty.
"I dunno, Bakugou… I thought you would like it if I did it, so I did. It's… not that deep," she said, prodding the floor with one of her fingers.
Bakugou sat up next to her, his eyebrows furrowing almost involuntarily as he stared at the way she suddenly avoided eye contact. "You were the one who freaked the fuck out when I accidentally 'stole' your first kiss, Round-Face. Don't give me that shit. Be honest."
Uraraka began to chew on the lip that, up until a minute ago, Bakugou claimed for his own. She opened her mouth once. Closed it again. Then looked down on the floor once more. "I just… wanted to know what it's like… to be… wanted, I guess."
The moment the words left her mouth, the flash of conflict in her eyes went on full force. She bit down on her lip so hard Bakugou expected blood to flow. "... Forget it, Bakugou. I… don't know what I was thinking. I don't really know what I wanted to happen, but…"
He merely continued staring at her silently, daring at her to explain further, even though she remained reluctant. She was obviously ashamed of something, and he knew exactly why.
He knew, of course, that little round-face here had the hots for that shitty fucking nerd Deku. She didn't have to say it out loud for him, or anybody else except the nerd-in-question to get a clue. And while her taste in men was decidedly shitty from the start, given that that fuckin' nerd was also obviously head-over-heels for that fucking Half-and-Half bastard, perhaps even she felt the strain of wanting something so bad for so long without any way of having those useless feelings returned.
Yeah. Fucking useless feelings. Really, fucking useless. Bakugou didn't have them, and he'd rather die than fucking catch something as useless as feelings. He'd rather not have anything to do with this stupid shit, not even if his life depended on it.
Yet there the conundrum remained in front of him, in the form of the useless, weeping, yet violent and intoxicating and headstrong Uraraka Ochako. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stand up and walk away. He rationalized that maybe it was 'cause all his hard work of making her stronger would go to a waste if he let her remain in that useless, weeping state and not some other sentimental shit like sympathy or friendship or whatever that urged him to give her some small comfort.
"You don't know what the fuck you wanted, huh."
Uraraka looked up at him, a slightly bewildered look on her face when she heard his low growl.
He inched himself closer to her, so close he felt the actual, palpable heat rising from those cheeks. "More like, you don't want to fucking tell me what the fuck you want."
Uraraka gasped, not entirely in pain, when Bakugou pulled the hair at the back of her head in a possessive, powerful gesture. Her fuckin' Disney eyes were so wide he saw the reflection of his glower back at them. "Don't be a fuckin' weakling, Round-Face. Tell me what you want."
"I-" she stammered. He enjoyed the way the words died in her throat as he dipped his head to the side of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
"Say it," he repeated, his voice so low it went out as a rumble. She inhaled shakily, one of her small hands going around his head to grasp his hair, the other one holding him closer, closer, closer.
He wouldn't stop until he hears her say it. That she wanted him, Bakugou Katsuki, to make her feel wanted, not that shitty Deku who didn't know jack shit. That she wanted to kiss him, and not that nerd, and she wanted to touch him, and wanted to fuck him silly until she didn't remember her misery or her stupid feelings, or even her own fuckin' name, without any blatant regard of what Bakugou Katsuki might feel about her, because right now all she could think about was what she fuckin' wanted, and nobody else.
Bakugou knew that was what she wanted, knew it from the moment she pinned him down and growled at him like a hungry lioness, and all he wanted was for her to have the fuckin' balls to admit it to him. And he was gonna let her, if she'd only say it with her own fuckin-
"I… want to use you, Bakugou," she whispered, her voice husky in a strange mixture of shame and desire.
He knew he broke some insipid part of her that needed breaking, and he felt victorious for it. He smirked against her skin.
"... you bad girl." As an answer to her selfish plea, his mouth went up to meet hers and stopped the rush of useless words right at its source.
Uraraka gasped against his mouth, hissing a soft yes, and melted. She grasped at his shirt and kissed him desperately, and he succumbed head-first into her selfish desires. It wasn't long before he was used, and used again, in many selfish ways, behind closed doors and curtains, in between spars and blasts and gasps for air and longing glances at the boy she'd never have.
It's all right, he mumbled to her, as she slept peacefully on top of him, hair in disarray and skin glowing. Use me for as long as you'd like.
AN:I know I'm bound to disappoint a bunch of people for staying soft core and not having the balls to up the ante on the smut haha. I might write it in a separate fic, but not here.
I also know that the concept of Bakugou letting himself be used by Uraraka to get over Deku isn't new but I just a huge garbage can for it, and I thought I'd write my own take on it even though the idea isn't original.
Please let me know what you think in the comments! Thanks for reading :)
Up next: Shinsou, Aizawa-sensei, Monoma, Hatsume, Deku, Todoroki (again!), Sero, and Aoyama.
