Warning: There is explicit description of sex and sexual situations (such as ejaculating).
NOTE: This chapter contains an excerpt from a book that is not mine. I do not own the words or the characters. The book is titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks (and is part of the Sweet Series). The link for the book is Sweet-Persuasion-Maya-Banks/dp/0425266966).
Chapter 9
Harder and deeper he thrust.
He held her in place fucking her mouth with ruthless abandon.
If she had feared he would be too gentle, too soft, she'd feared wrong.
There was nothing gentle about his possession.
He took her with savage abandon, leaving her no doubt as to whom she now belonged.
What in the actual fuck. Bakugo cursed at himself for what felt like the fiftieth time since he began reading Uraraka's book.
He set it down next to him, his face, once again, erupting into a deep blush.
Bakugo was in a slight state of shock.
Is this what overly-friendly and sweet little Uraraka fantasized about?
Fucking sex-slaves! Bakugo closed his eyes and turned his head up to his ceiling. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening his eyes and looking at his clock.
It was a little past dinner time and true to his word Shitty Hair, Thing 1 and Thing 2 had not bothered him once. No annoying text messages. No-one knocking on his door.
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. He was getting kind of hungry but he didn't want to risk running into Round Face. He'd wait until he was sure everyone was asleep.
He stared back down at the book, incredulously. He would never be able to look at her the same again. Not even a quarter of a way done and Bakugo already felt like his head was going to explode.
The one on his shoulders. Not the other one. Although…
He had pointedly ignored his raging hard-on. He refused to touch himself to Uraraka's book. That shit felt Mineta-level pervy.
Bakugo ran his hands through his hair and took some more deep, calming breaths.
Get it together! He chastised himself, You're above all these fucking hormones. Hormones are for weak asses. Bakugo continued his internal pep talk until he felt the tightness in his school pants settle.
With a satisfied smile at his dominance over his own base urges he picked up the book again and kept reading...
Then suddenly, he yanked himself from her grasp.
With one hand, he shoved her arms down while he jerked at his cock with the other.
She gasped when the first hot jet exploded onto her chest.
He continued to pull as he leaned closer to direct his cum onto her breasts.
Some landed at the hollow of her throat and slid downward, slithering between her breasts and down to her navel.
One thick rope traveled to the tip of her breast, coated the rigid nipple and dangled precariously before dripping to the shower floor…
With an arrogant look of satisfaction he gazed at the trail of cum covering her chest.
"Bathe yourself with it," he murmured.
"Rub me all over your body and know that you are mine."
So much for "dominance over his base urges."
Bakugo's erection came back with a vengeance. It was almost painful how hard he was. He groaned.
His hormone-riddled brain brought images of cute, little Uraraka down on her knees in front of him as he came all over her naked breasts.
"Fucking shit!" He growled tossing the book at his bedroom door again. He glared down at his groin with a fury that had previously been reserved for villains, IcyHot, and useless fucking Deku.
Bakugo prided himself on having the utmost control of his body. He could move it as he wanted, in the air or on the ground. He trained hard and it showed. He fed it well. Worked out constantly. Gave it water.
So why was it betraying him now!?
Breathe!
"Shit!" He said exasperated.
He refocused his glare at the book that laid across the room. He wasn't going to let no damn fucking little book beat him like this. A newfound challenge. He got up from his bed and strode across his bedroom floor towards the book. The fact that he was still very much pitching a tent making it slightly uncomfortable but he was not going to falter. He would beat this book.
He picked it up and walked back to his bed. With determination, he continued reading.
When she next awoke, it was to urgent hands fumbling at her body,
sliding over her breasts and down to her hips.
Her eyes fluttered open as Damon moved over her even as he spread her legs wide
and impatiently stabbed his cock at her opening.
Bakugo's cock pulsed, begging to be touched. He growled. He wasn't going to lose. Not to anyone, ever. And especially not to a stupid book.
In his impatience, he bumped against her clit before re-positioning himself.
Then he found her entrance and slid deep,
eliciting a gasp from her as she came fully awake.
The remnants of last night's interlude were dried on the inside of her thighs,
but what remained inside her pussy, warm and wet, eased his passage.
Images of a naked Uraraka beneath him as he pounded into her came at him with a force. His body tired of this childish game he was subjecting it too. His hips bucking forward without his consent, needing any type of friction, even if it was the slight rubbing against his pants.
No. Fuck. Stop this shit. He said to himself angrily. He could not be thinking of her like that.
Her arms strained at her bonds, but he held tight,
and she was helpless beneath him as he sought to avail himself of her body.
There was no finesse to his movements, no attempt to pleasure her equally, but oddly,
she was very much turned on by the roughness and crudity of his motions.
Even as he thrust deeper and harder, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw tight,
her pussy bloomed with fire…
The vulnerability of his position, how helpless she felt, ignited fierce arousal.
He was using her.
There was no other word to describe his actions,
and yet she felt oddly content.
Powerful, even.
A shower! Bakugo thought frantically. He needed to wash away images of Uraraka mewling and writhing beneath him. He stared down at his bulging erection. A cold shower.
He looked at the time. There would probably be people in the common room but he was pretty sure he could make it to the showers without running into anyone. He dropped the book on his bed and quickly grabbed his shower stuff.
Bakugo thankfully made it to the showers without running into a single soul. After a nice and long freezing cold shower he felt much more in control. He risked going into the kitchen to eat some of his leftovers. There were only a couple of extras in the common room and they relatively left him alone.
He made it back to his room, it was almost ten p.m. It was still fairly early but he didn't want to risk another raging bout of hormones. Not after it took an absurd amount of time (more than he would ever admit even under duress) to calm himself down the first time around.
He grabbed the book from his bed and tossed it on his desk and settled in for bed. He tried to clear his mind and focus on his breathing, a technique he had begrudgingly learned from Best Jeanist as a way to calm himself.
Bakugo slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep. Until…
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She groaned into his ear.
"Oi! Don't cuss." He scolded her, but his face betrayed his satisfaction.
"Mmmm. Katsuki!" She moaned louder, arching her back and slamming into him, keeping with the ruthless pace he had set. He thrust into her with reckless abandon. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against each other music to his ears.
He felt the familiar tug at the base of his cock. He was close. But he needed to get her there first. He felt her walls begin to shudder. She was close as well.
"Come on Angelface!" He whispered into her ear as he nibbled at the lobe. He could hear her whimper beneath him. One of his hands snaked from her hips, up over her breasts, to her neck where it applied slight pressure, before making its way into her hair and grasping onto it tightly, pulling her head back with force.
"Fuck!" She hissed, but her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"Come for me!" He commanded as he continued his merciless pounding. And she did. She came undone around his cock, her walls pulsing around him. With one final thrust, he spilled into her. His whole body and mind became blinded to anything other than the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside her warmth, feeling his cum and her juices mingle and spill down her thighs...
Bakugo awoke in a panic. His heart beating fast, his whole body was sweating.
"Shit!" He pulled his covers to the side and saw what had happened. "Fucking shit!"
Embarrassment washed over him.
His dream had been so vivid, he subconsciously began humping his bed until he came. On his bed. Like a fucking dumbass.
"Fuck!" He jumped out of his bed and looked at the clock. It was a little past four in the morning.
He hadn't had a wet dream in months. And he sure as hell had never actually cummed from one.
It's that fucking book! He ran his hands through his hair angrily. Before he could explode everything in his room he changed out of his clothes and grabbed them along with his sheets and headed down to the laundry room.
Despite exams being finished he began reviewing the material in his head. Anything to keep his mind busy. Once his clothes and sheets were washed and dried, he headed back to his room.
Bakugo made his bed and put his clothes away. He looked at the time on his phone. 5:15 a.m.
He called Shitty Hair.
"Hell…" The hardening quirk user started to answer, voice still sleepy.
"Wake the hell up and come spar with me." Bakugo cut him off.
"Huh? Right Now?" Kirishima answered, his voice still half-asleep.
"Yes. Right now."
"Uhh, dude it's like 5 in the morning. Can't you wait, you know, until a decent time?" Kirishima said through a yawn.
"Shitty hair. Now." He growled. Bakugo was on edge and he needed to let off steam the only way he knew how.
To his credit, Kirishima had become incredibly acute in reading Baku-speech. Although he wasn't sure what could have riled up the explosive blonde so early in the morning he could tell that if he didn't let off some steam he'd explode. Literally.
This was supposed to be the first day of vacation dammit. Kirishima sighed.
"Fine. Give me 5 minutes and I'll meet you downstairs."
Bakugo grunted his hello and walked outside the dorms. They walked a little further, into a small clearing.
"Quirks or no quirks?" Kirishima asked as he stretched a bit. Dropping his water bottle next to him.
"No quirks," Bakugo said simply. Kirishima nodded and approached his friend. He stretched his arms behind him and rolled his neck from left to right, hearing the satisfying popping noise. He got into a fighting stance. He saw Bakugo approach him, his eyes looked tired. Had he not slept?
"One condition," Kirishima said as Bakugo assumed his fighting stance as well. Bakugo glared at him. "If I win, you got to tell me why the hell we are fighting at 5 in the morning on the first day of vacation." Before the blonde could protest, Kirishima swung.
They continued their match for the next hour. Despite Bakugo's growing frustration, both boys were evenly matched.
They both stood at opposite ends of the clearing, breathing hard.
"Bro, can we call it. I'm getting hungry as shit." Kirishima said putting his hands behind his head and interlocking his fingers. His stomach growled in added emphasis.
Bakugo just stared at him. His frustration and embarrassment from earlier had dulled quite a bit. He was thinking just a little bit clearer.
"Okay, well I'm headed inside now." Kirishima smiled as he bent down to pick up his water. He began walking towards the dorms. After a beat, he heard Bakugo grab his stuff and follow after him. Kirishima slowed down his pace until his friend caught up.
"Mmm...this wouldn't have anything to do with Uraraka's naughty little book." He teased. Bakugo tensed but didn't say anything. Kirishima doubled over in laughter.
"It does! It does, doesn't it!" He said through laughter.
"Shut the fuck up. And no." Bakugo said through gritted teeth, as he stepped up the front stairs of the dorms.
"Come on Baku-bro admit it," Kirishima said behind him as he reached for the front door.
"FUCK OFF!" He yelled no longer caring if he woke up anyone. He opened the front door and stopped dead in his tracks.
Shit. His heart fell down to his stomach. He saw the star of his dream staring at him, caught like a deer in the headlights. And just as quickly as they locked eyes, he saw her dash towards the stairs.
He felt Kirishima tap on his shoulder, shaking him out of his frozen state. He quickly walked inside and headed towards the kitchen to make himself his morning oatmeal.
"Uhm dude..?" Kirishima asked, feeling Bakugo's agitated state.
Bakugo glared at him before turning into the kitchen. He saw an abandoned bowl of cereal with an open carton of milk next to it.
That must be hers. He thought, a shot of electricity coursing his body despite himself. He quickly poured the milk into the bowl and put it away.
"That's smart! I should've left food out and ready too." Kirishima said trying to change the subject. He could feel Bakugo retreating into himself. Kirishima walked towards the refrigerator to see what he could eat. He heard Bakugo shuffle behind him. Kirishima looked over his shoulder to see him walk towards the elevators.
"I thought elevators were for lazy asses." He couldn't help but tease. Smiling as he closed the refrigerator door, an apple in one hand. He heard the distinctive ding of the elevator and saw his friend enter the car. Bakugo didn't say anything as he turned to press the button. Before the doors could close he flipped off the redhead. Kirishima laughed before taking a bite of his apple.
Bakugo stood in front of Uraraka's bedroom door for a brief second. Do I knock? He didn't want to risk having her open the door with him still in front of it. What would he say?
Hi, uhm, you forgot your breakfast downstairs. Also, I have your porn book if you were looking for it. Oh, how do I know it's porn? Because I'm a pervert who can't stop reading it.
Bakugo shuddered.
He placed the bowl of cereal right outside. He stared at her door one more time and before he chickened out he knocked. He heard a screech come from the other side.
Fuck!
Although in every other instance Bakugo was a solid Fight in flight or fight situations, in this case, with this girl, he was a solid Flight. Bakugo raced from Uraraka's room towards his and didn't stop until he was safely inside.
He went to sit at his chair desk and put his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his fists.
A mortifying thought suddenly crossed his brain.
He was going to have to see her tonight at the stupid, stupid, dance.
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Bakugo tried about three hundred different ways to get out of going to the dance. But Shitty Hair, Dunce Face, and Flat Face were dead set on making sure he attended. They were willing to fight him. And they did. Twice.
Once without quirks. Once with.
Four eyes, IcyHot, and the Nerd had intervened. Four eyes making a huge deal about nothing. The hole on the wall of the boy's bathroom was barely visible. If you closed your eyes and didn't look at it.
Somehow, someway, despite his absolute best efforts, Bakugo found himself in the loud auditorium surrounded by a bunch of extras, listening to shitty ass music, and drinking spiked punch, which coincidentally also tasted like shit.
"Come on dude relax!" He heard Dunce Face say as he bumped Bakugo's shoulder.
"This tastes like trash," Bakugo said matter of factly, as he finished his punch. It did taste horrible, but it was making his unfortunate situation just a little more bearable.
"Well, well, well…" He heard Kirishima say suggestively behind him, "Looks like our girls are here." He elbowed Bakugo in the stomach and pointed with his head towards the entrance. He saw Raccoon Eyes enter first, her eyes immediately landing on the dumbass next to him. She waved and he felt Kirishima move behind him.
"They're not our girls." Bakugo heard himself whispering. His heart beating faster despite himself.
"Sure." Kirishima smiled at him before walking towards Mina. Kaminari followed after him.
"Let's go." He heard Sero say to him, as he too began to walk in their direction. Bakugo was about to follow as well when his eyes landed on her.
His whole body ran hot and cold at the same time and his brain could not make sense of what was happening. There she stood, hand in hand with the frog chick, smiling. Her hair...her dress...fuck...her face…
He couldn't stop looking at her. He locked on to her deep, chocolate eyes for the briefest of moments. She turned. He could see those ridiculously round cheeks of her turning pink. He could hear his heart beating. He was surprised she couldn't hear it from all the way over there. He saw her begin to say hello to her friends. He now had a very good view of her back. He could see her thick and muscular legs in all its glory. She hadn't worn her leggings. Fuck.
Images of his face buried deep in between those thighs flashed through his mind, sending a familiar jolt down to his groin. Before he could chastise himself, he saw her turn slightly. Her eyes found him one more time.
Shit.
He felt the heat rush through his face and he quickly turned away.
"Dude!" He heard Dunce face call to him from a couple of feet away. He felt his feet begin to walk him towards the group but his mind was still focused on that beautiful angel across the auditorium.
Stop! He huffed.
He looked down at his phone. 7 pm. This dance shit ended at 10p. He would be here for one more hour and then bounce.
He could avoid Uraraka for one whole hour.
Right?