A/N: I forgot to upload this. My apologies. I'm going to upload this and something else I wrote.

Uraraka didn't care how thirsty she appeared in the lobby of the training center. She knew her hooded gaze gave her dirty thoughts away, and she knew Bakugou could tell that she craved him. When he licked his lips, she bit hers. When he flexed to stretch his exposed arms, she stumbled in place. Several times, she cut in and out of reality to flash forward to a desirable future of her beneath him. She wanted him to pound her out of existence.

This entire exchange happened in a circle of friends and classmates as they decided what they'd do. However, Uraraka had already decided that she "forgot" something in the locker room.

Seven long days had passed since he gave her the most intense pleasure of her life. There was no way he didn't want her in the same painful way that she wanted him. When he strided right past her, she snapped out of a daze. The hair of his arms brushed against hers, and her heart thumped. Was this an addiction like he said it would be?

"Okay, I'm ready to head out of here. Let's go, guys," announced Kaminari.

Uraraka stood perfectly still as her classmates walked past her towards the exit. No one looked back for her which meant - fate wanted her to indulge in her filthy fantasies. Reaching out, she meant to grab onto Bakugou's shoulder. However, he made a quick step forward before she got the opportunity to touch him. Her heart dropped as she watched him follow Midoriya and everyone through the double doors to the courtyard.

Their mutual flirtation must have been all in her head. Maybe the lust had faded from his mind after all. As she pat the pockets of her school bag, she realized that she actually did forget her phone. So then, she about faced and walked back to the girls' locker room to find it. In the meantime, perhaps she could jump into the showers to wash the yucky lust from her groin. She stepped through the door to the locker room.

The metal felt cold against her hot skin as she opened her locker to search its floor. The sharp clanging of the door not only impeded her hearing, but an obvious blindspot formed to her left. She sighed. Her mind in other places, Uraraka wanted to rid herself of this curse, yet one man smothered her mind and rattled her between her thighs.

"Ah!" she shrieked after quite literally feeling an intense vibration against her clitoris. A hard, ridged plank of a moist body pressed against her back. She panted to regain her breath, but the composure that she chased trailer off further and further away.

A sweaty palm lied against her belly and effortlessly slid up her core to bury between her breasts. Lips pressed against her neck. A thick dick pushed against the divide in her ass. She knew before she peeked over her shoulder who caught her from behind. Blond hair feathered her pink cheeks as the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. She knew that if she formed coherent words, that the interruption might snap his fragile ego in half.

"I took your phone when you weren't looking, you stupid round face. And why the hell are you so fucking wet, huh?" Bakugou muttered against her neck. His fingers dipped past her panties and pressed into her opening through her dark black tights - just enough to make her gasp.

Sweat dripped down her forehead. "The effects of that quirk, you know. You feel it too, right?" she asked. For the love of all that was holy, she wanted them to continue.

Bakugou released her from the vibrations of her phone and wiped it on the front of his pants before he plopped down onto the bench behind them. "Oi, Ochako," he mumbled as he looked out the windows to his right. Pink painted his cheeks, and he furrowed his brow with a grimace. "You still got that orange uniform from the sports festival in our first year?" asked the young man. He crossed his arms across his chest and hunched over.

Uraraka flashed a bubbly smile, "Yeah, it's probably somewhere in here. I've grown since then, so it might be a little tight." What an odd side of him. Why would he care about something she hadn't worn in years? Perhaps the lust affected his memories as well.

"Find it and put it on," commanded Bakugou. "It'll help with-with," he stammered. His face reddened before explosions erupted in his hands.

"With my flexibility? Will it help with my flexibility, Kacchan?" asked Uraraka as she pulled down her school uniform skirt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his jaw drop after the movement caused her ass to jiggle.

Reaching over, he rubbed the curvature of her behind and pressed his lips against the black fabric of her tights. He growled, "Keep these things on." His hand danced around her bottom and pressed between her wet thighs before he inhaled the scent of her sweat.

Of course, the contact made her shiver and grow weaker by the second. "Okay, okay," she complied and dropped her gray blazer to the blue tile floor along her white blouse. A pink sports bra remained across her bosom. She enjoyed the piercing gaze that scanned her back, his caress against her tender ass, and his obsession with her body. It all felt so mutual.

After sliding on her orange and white cheerleading skirt, she noticed that it obviously showed too much to wear in public. The bottoms of her cheeks senses the chilly draft that swept through the room before her lover took a handful of her ass and gripped it within the palm of his hand. He spread her and pulled her closer before he buried his face into her bottom and snaked his tongue beneath her pussy. His heavy breathing echoed louder than her moans.

He slid his tongue up and down the depths of her pussy lips as he roughly massaged her ass. Every so often he would tease her rosebud with a few fingers.

Damn him for knowing exactly what she needed at any given moment. "H-How," she squeaked before clearing her throat. He was relentless and failed to stop to let her speak. "Kacchan." More rough than before, he stroked the outside of her womanhood with his tongue. "How am I supposed to get dressed if you do this as soon as I bend over?"

Finally, he pulled his tongue away while tightening the grip on her ass. "Not my fucking problem that you can't keep yourself from losing your mind. This is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you later. You're gonna be a fucking mess on the floor. Look at you, you're already screaming my name and I haven't dipped my dick in yet. You're a fucking slave for my cock, aren't you?" He ranted through heavy panting and a tight grin. "I bet you can still feel my pulsating cock in your tight pussy from last time. ARE YOU LI-"

Amidst his long rant, she finally managed to shed her bra and change into her cheerleading top. Apparently, the change left him speechless after she twirled around to show him. "Is this good?" she asked while presenting herself to him.

Finally, he jumped up from the bench and gripped her by the small of her back to pull her against his body. He had given up on catching his breath and immediately slid his tongue into her mouth. His hand caressed the soft cheeks of her bottom, and he pressed his hardness against her so that she knew he would have her soon. "You dumbass. Look at the stupid smile on your face," he commented. "Did you think I'd let you go without reminding you that you're a slave to my dick?"

She gasped when his hand reached beneath her skirt and stroked the rim of her puckering opening. "Kacchan, I'll lose my mind if you," she paused because he kept going.

"What makes you think you ever had it?" He asked as he raised her leg to sit upon his shoulder. Tracing up the back of her leg, his lips trembled as he pressed them against hers like he eagerly awaited such a taste. "You wanna go straight for it, don't you? Look at how slutty you are down here."

Uraraka knew he wouldn't be Bakugou without the heavy taunting. However, she also knew that she was seconds from releasing her juices all over him. The tension felt more intense than the bondage of her cheerleading top. Yet, she relished in every bit of contact he gave her. Did he feel the level of arousal and stimulation that she felt? His fingers continued to dance around her pussy and up to her clit. Pressure built between his waist and hers.

"Fuck, just looking at you make me wanna bust my load all over you."

She knew he didn't mean to say that. In any other moment, she would have teased him for spilling his thoughts. However, she could hardly get his name past her tongue.

Pulsing and hot, she was ready to beg until the door to the locker room clicked behind them. With instant reflexes, Uraraka pulled Bakugou on top of her locker and pinned him below her to keep him from floating away. Chest to chest, they lied on top of the cold metal surface with their eyes glued to each other.

"She's not here?"

"Maybe she went to the bathroom."

"I didn't see where Bakugou went either."

Those were Kirishima's and Ashido's voices. That was close. Both were familiar with the raucous ecstasy drew from their mouths at climax. Bakugou clenched his teeth to stifle is growl. Fucking shitty timing.

With her back against the ceiling, Uraraka crawled down Bakugou's body to rest her head on his abs. He twitched against the kisses she placed around his waist just like she liked. Heat rose to her cheeks once she finally pulled down the elastic waistband of his jet black shorts.

Bakugou covered his mouth to keep himself from cursing her for doing such a thing while their friends were below them. While they may have stayed hidden, any sound could have alerted them.

Completely aware of the dangers, Uraraka couldn't resist and slid Bakugou's warm dick past her tongue and to her throat. She gripped it with her lips and moved her head up and down.

He tried to push her head away - gentle enough to not hurt her yet rough enough to make sure she knew he meant it!

She could tell his mind melted against her touch by the way that his thighs trembled as she sucked the length of his pulsating cock. He probably didn't like how much he enjoyed it.

"Oh well, I could call her, but I see her phone right there."

The door opened, and Ashido and Kirishima's voices trailed off.

"You think they have a thing going on?"

Before either of them could hear Ashido's answer, Uraraka tasted the brunt of Bakugou's wet eruption. It slid down her throat. She noted how quickly that went. Meaning: she humiliated him, and it would show in his snarling scowl. Sure enough, she could hear him growl, and she noticed the red, hot rage in his face. "S-sorry," Uraraka apologized.

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be, Ochako!" he growled before he rolled her off of the lockers and straddled her wide hips. They floated in midair. "You might've made me bust a nut with that slutty mouth of yours, but I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't talk!"

He ripped her stockings and underwear in his ravenous way to expose her pussy. His free hand massaged her breast until he knew the bump of her nipple stiffened to his liking. Her stifled moans persisted.

"Kacchan, be gentle with my clothes. I don't have a- gah! Kacchan!"

Bakugou dug his nose into her bosom and pushed her top to expose the majority of her breasts. His mouth tightened and sucked on her nipple. The hunger of his tongue roughly stroked her sensitive, hard nipples while his hand forced three fingers up her wet pussy. "You like this, huh?" He pushed against her g-spot. "If you're making a slutty face like that, then you gotta like this."

"Ha," Uraraka panted with a slight smile on her face. She agitated his temper with the utmost intention of unleashing his beast, for she knew he'd seek this kind of revenge. Once his hot tongue flicked her nipple, she nearly melted. "Yah, I like it."

Bakugou's excitement got the best of him as blushed and flashed a wild grin but hid it within Uraraka's bosom. "W-wait until you get a hot load from my dick. You're gonna lose you're fucking mind. You've probably been thinking about my- gah!" he stopped mid sentence to exclaim.

Wrapping her fingers around the length of his cock, Uraraka smiled, "I don't know why, Kacchan. I've been thinking about your dick all week. Maybe that's when I just put it in my mouth like that when I was up against you like that. Is that weird, Kacchan?" She slid her hand up and down his dick and felt it pulsate against her fingers. It was interesting to hold his entire body up by his cock like that.

His twitchy grin and brow perfectly portrayed his pleasure, his lust, and the thrill he must have had. However, she could sense an overture of humiliation. Part of her enjoyed the contrast, but she knew that she should allow him to take control of her yet again. The fragility of his ego could hardly allow him to admit his pleasure let alone his submissive. She would only hold him long enough to get to his snapping point.

Then, she knew he would ravage her like fucking her was the only way he could survive.

Steam billowed from Bakugou's nose. He quickly shook his head. "Fuckin' hell, if you keep - you - ugh!" he stammered for a few moments before he finally realized he wouldn't be able to get a single word out in their position. His trembling hand pushed against her shoulder.

With her back against the ceiling, she let go of his dick, and caressed Bakugou's cheek. "Kacchan?" she said in the most innocent and coy voice she could muster. Her blush grew when she averted eye contact. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Meat. Dinner. Food. Prey. The glint in his eyes made them look like rubies. His grin spanner wider than she had ever seen it span before.

Thrusting into her hot, wet pussy, he pushed her back against the ceiling as she held him up. Bakugou pounded his hips into her with his eager cock. Sweat slid down nearly every surface of his body. He hit her against the ceiling between her gasps and moans. "Uraraka. How do you like to get fucked rough like this by me? I'm not going to let you go until you can hardly walk!"

This. This was the Bakugou she wanted to see. Uraraka could die happily. Drool gathered in her mouth. "Eh? How are you gonna do that?"

"I'm going to hammer you into this ceiling," he boasted. One hand pushed her shoulder while the other hand arched her hips for leverage.

She tightly clinged to him. The intensity climbed along with the pitch or her soft moans. Her teeth grazed his neck, and Uraraka took a deep breath before she lightly bit down. Without looking at his face, she could tell by the way that he picked up his pace that he liked it.

Bakugou dove down to take one of her ripe, hard nipples into his mouth. "I'm gonna make you cum first!"

He may have been right. Had he been holding himself back this entire time? Either way, by the way that her legs heated up and trembled, she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer. She dug her nails into his back and bit down on his shoulder blade. "Kyah," she squealed.

She could feel him pound against her deepest parts. The tip of his dick slid against her g-spot. Her ass made a noise each time they hit the ceiling, and the sounds of their pleasure boomed within the locker room. Even if others could hear, she didn't care. Uraraka just wanted Bakugou.

Spearing her legs she tried to keep up with his pace by moving her hips. "Kacchan, I-" she began.

She couldn't stop to talk. The sensation rushed through her. Her pussy gripped him. She squealed. Her legs shook. The pleasure overwhelmed her until her mind went blank.

"Fuck," Bakugou said in a long, drawn out grunt. "God dammit."

Then, he stopped moving and wrapped his arms around Uraraka. His dick pumped inside of her. She could feel its every movement.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Huh?"

Bakugou stayed perfectly still.

Uraraka's blush covered her entire face. "You don't really mean that, do you? It's just the quirk right?"

"You idiot, the quirk never affected me."

Lying his head Uraraka's lap, Bakugou covered his face with a round, pink pillow from his girlfriend's bed to cover up his face. "Did you have to describe your dream in detail like that?! What are you trying to pull with that shit?" shouted Bakugou through the plush cushion. They always hung out in her dorm after school since they started dating.

She pulled the pillow from his tomato colored face and grinned, "Kacchan, you said you wanted to hear my dream, didn't you? Well, that was it. It's kinda sweet, dontcha think?" Uraraka loved stroking his wild blonde hair. She leaned down to kiss his forehead. "And then, we did it again and again and again."

The poor Bakugou could have died from the sheer speed of his raging hormones that coursed through his veins. They had been dating since freshman year, and they still hadn't gone all the way yet. Every time they fooled around, something would happen - they'd get interrupted, too flustered, too tired, or Bakugou would "bust" before they even started. It got to the point where he was too discouraged to risk his pride for the sake of pleasure. But, his precious Ochako understood like the angel she was.

Maybe they just weren't ready.

So, they spent that particular evening talking about their dreams, fantasies, and aspirations regarding sex. The easy-going Uraraka could talk about sex with him like they discussed sports or class.

She was amazing like that.

A second pillow had remained on Bakugou's crotch to save his image. He didn't want her thinking that he was some depraved pervert that wouldn't settle for a few more years of abstinence. After all, he loved hearing that precious voice of hers.

"Why the hell did I bust a nut inside of you? I'm not stupid," he muttered. "Do you want that?" Bakugou sat up in the girl's bed.

Uraraka whined, "Kacchan! I said it was a dream. It's not like I'm ready for a kid yet. Come on, now you're making me embarrassed!" She hid her face in her hands and began to float towards the ceiling. "I'm not a pervert. I just have dirty thoughts sometimes."

Before his girlfriend could get away, Bakugou grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down towards him for a full-on, passionate kiss. He pulled her into his arms, and cradled her like they were newly weds. "You think that dream's dirty?! Wait until I tell you the freaky shit we get into in my dreams, babe."

And so, their night of sharing their wet dreams with each other continued.