A/N: This is probably a really weird lemon. I don't even know if it's kinky. I mean yeah there's going to be a bit of shibari and femdominance but are those really kinks? My mind is so far down the gutter that I don't even know the reality of things.
Taming of the Beast Part I
Bakugou had a lot of firsts. He had never been in the old gym shed. He had never been alone with a girl. And, he had never met a girl like Uraraka Ochako.
"Tell me why you took me here, Roundface. You think me can shake me down for loose change?" he asked with his hands in the pockets of his summer school uniform. The dim light was blocked by racks of boxes stacked to the ceiling. He could hardly see anything but the whites of her eyes.
Uraraka Ochako loosened her tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons before letting out a sigh. She frowned, "You need a reason to keep my secret, right? So I'm trying to do something for you."
The secret: Ochako liked Deku. That king of dorks that would never be anything but the doormat hero. Sure, he was a damn good hero in the making. However, Bakugou was light years from admitting that. He didn't even want to know about how she felt about him. The foolish girl put the confession letter in the wrong locker. "What makes you think I want to be here in this hot ass room?"
More like, how did she know that he wanted to be here with her alone? His stare dropped down to her bosom. Even if she didn't grow taller, parts of her had grown rounder. He gulped. Bakugou, suddenly grew harder. Years of watching her out of the corner of his eyes during class, training, field missions. Now that they were alone, he could only see her.
"Is it hard for you? Or do you have to make it that way?"
What? "What?" he asked before tracing her line of sight down to his crotch.
"Sorry. I don't really know how things like this work," smiled Ochako as she scratched the back of her head. "Can I see it? Your dick."
Small beads of cold sweat erupted from Bakugou's hands. "What kind of sick shit are you saying? My dick?" he exclaimed. The sun had set. Everyone had left the outdoor fields. Between them, she could likely hear the pounding of his heart.
"I'm new to this, so I just want to see it. Sorry," she apologized.
Turning his nose up, he'd be a fool to stay still long enough for her to repeat her request. He grumbled and unzipped his pants before pulling out his dick that bobbed between hard and soft. "Don't think this is as big as it gets! I'm just not super hard yet, but it's fucking huge when it's rock hard."
Without another word, Uraraka stepped closer to her classmate. She leaned forward to look at the bowed, veiny shaft and the scarlet tip. Her eyes widened. "It looks angry," she muttered with her lips inches away. "How do you make it harder?"
Before he answered her gentle interrogative curiosity, he had to know why she wanted him so suddenly. In an irritated pout, he growled, "Why do you care? Don't you love Deku?"
Finally, her facade weakened and she yelped, "Yeah, I like him, but I want to be experienced a little more because I want to impress him."
"What about saving yourself?"
"Society isn't like that as much anymore. I'm sure Deku has been with other girls by now, so I want to be the best," frowned Uraraka. She twiddled with her fingers and looked down at her dick. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Bakugou's heart felt limp with drive to comfort her. He knew just as much as everyone that Deku had been on a few dates between his busy schedule. He knew that the rumors of his dirty indulgences caused the pain in Uraraka's face. "So you expect me to be your fuck toy for you to practice on? Hah? Well, you're gonna regret it because my cock is going to skewer you like the raw meat that you are," threatened Bakugou as he waved his dick around in his hand.
During his rant, he hadn't even noticed that Uraraka finished unbuttoning her shirt. It dropped to the ground. He heard it. He saw it drop. So it had to be true. In the dim, flickering light of the shed, her black bra stunningly contrasted with her creamy white skin. The low cups of her bra stopped right at the edge of her nipples. Lace revealed parts of the pink pigmentation, and Bakugou's knees felt weak. What kind of witchcraft was this woman pulling?
His fingers twitched at the knuckles. Drool collected in the corner of his mouth. "I gotta feel you up to get harder, Roundface," he explained, but that wasn't entirely true. With his pants around his ankles, he shuffled toward her with his dick hardening by the second.
Fuck, she was hotter than the damn room.
When she pressed her incredibly moist and soft hands against his sweaty chest, he knew she'd be able to get him off by just touching his dick. Only her. It had to be her. And he just got the green light to do whatever he wanted to her. "Whatever, right, Roundface? I can do whatever to y-you," Bakugou stuttered.
Just then, his feet left the ground and gravity no longer bound him to the earth. Time stopped once their eyes met.
Uraraka smiled and tossed rope into the air that surrounded Bakugou's body. With a tug, she bound him in a shibari fashion. "Sorry, Bakugou. I have to keep you quiet. So I gotta make sure you don't run away or nothing," she revealed.
That idiot. He wasn't going to run away from the beginning. Screaming, he barked, "Fuck you! How am I supposed to do anything like this?"
"But, Bakugou," she pouted before pulling him closer to her. "You're even harder than before, aren't you? I just have to think about how to touch you. You don't have to touch me or nothin, right?" Their noses pushed against each other.
Katsuki bit his lip.
From her perspective, she had a point. But fuck, looking down at her black, lacy, silky, sexy lingerie, he wanted nothing but to lick, touch, and squeeze every part of her body. Garter belts connected her stockings to her panties that connected to her dark pink corset. Looking at a goddess like her without the ability to touch - this had to be the 9th circle of hell.
With the grace of a dancer, she slid her fingers up the length of his dick. He twitched against her. "Oi," he called down to her in a softer mutter. "If you keep touching down there, you're going to get a taste of my jizz."
Her eyes grew and glimmered. "Does that mean you like it, Bakugou?" Uraraka stroked the underside of it like she would stroke his chin. Wrapping her fingers around his manhood, she squeezed him.
Even if he wanted to move, she had skillfully immobilized his hands with the rope. Tethered to the goddess below him, Katsuki could only squirm as he watched her heavenly finger caress him. "I don't feel anything," he lied through his teeth to avoid the folly of his pride. "Move your hand."
Making a ring with her fingers, she slowly pumped up and down his shaft. Her eyes glimmered and her voice squeaked, "It's pulsing, Baku! That's a good thing right? What if I-" Voice trailing into silence, she shifted his dick like a joystick towards her face. He moved with it.
"What if you what?" he asked in an exasperated murmur. Just as Katsuki had assumed, her soft, moistened hands were enough. She pulled pleasure through his body. His toes curled within his shoes as she investigated him. Quickly, he demanded, "Answer...me." His voice dropped off.
Once his tip found her soft lips, he felt the wet pleasure leak down onto her.
"Is this?" Uraraka began to ask but stopped. She slid her pink tongue through her lips to stroke against the clear fluid that dripped down to her face. "I like it, Baku. You like it too, right? Is that what this means?"
He bucked his hips to push his dick through her hand - enhancing the sensation. "I don't feel anything! You're so bad at this. How am I supposed to get anything from this without touching you? I mean - f-fuck you!" Katsuki cursed her once his tip slipped into her mouth.
From his view, he could see her smug smile through her enchanting pupils that stared back at him long enough to see everything he felt for her in that moment of futility. Stripping him down to his thoughts, she could probably catch the moment that he grew to love her.
He bit his lip. Katsuki had no choice but to notice how she could look cute and innocent while dominating him. Sweaty skin and throbbing heart, he knew that he could blow as she curiously sucked his dick. "You idiot. You're gonna end up making a mess. I'm gonna explode," said Katsuki before he stopped to catch his breath. "Fuck! You're gonna regret this shit."
Ochako's tongue lapped against his dick. He pulsated uncontrollably and squirmed. Never had he felt such an intense sensation. This moment surpassed earning his provisional hero license or beating Deku in a sparring match. (The two best moments of his life thus far.)
Control had long since slipped from his grasp, and he wanted less so that he could get further and further from his other senses and closer to her touch.
Carefully, she took more of him into her mouth. His knees would have buckled if he stood. Uraraka's delicate fingers gently played with his balls before she looked back up at him with a hooded gaze. She sucked on him while gulping down the drops of precum.
Katsuki absolutely lost himself in her eyes. Biting his lip, he tilted his head back and focused on her hot wet throat hitting against the tip of his dick as she moved her head. His eyes rolled back, and his jaw dropped. "Fuck, Ochako, fuck!" he repeated his swears. Though, she did everything right. Shutting his eyes, he pumped into her mouth with the little movement he could muster until a burst of pleasure erupted into her precious mouth.
Although Katsuki had climaxed, she still held onto his dick with her tight lipped smile. By the slight movement of her mouth, he could tell that she swallowed his pleasure from his tip.
And, God, he got hard all over again.
Pulling away, she allowed him to drift away before saying. "See? I contained your kaboom and gulped down the debris. It's pretty basic stuff," noted Uraraka. "What should we do next?"
"Guys can't do nothing for a while after they bust a nut like that, you know," Katsuki muttered. Under no circumstances would he ever admit that he nearly lost his mind over her. "Maybe if I grabbed your ass a little o-or played with your tits or licked your pussy. It'll take forever if I just float here like a damn balloon."
Nodding, she replied, "Oh, I get it. So, it'll make you feel better if you make me feel good, too? Do you know how to make me feel good, Kacchan?"
"You're gonna be sorry you're even doubting me like that. I can make you feel so good that you won't be able to say anything but my fucking name."
Without a hint of challenge, she merely said, "Oh." She licked her lips.
Did she have things that she wanted from him? In the end, it didn't matter to Katsuki. He'd get what he wanted. He'd get her.
"Hurry up, and untie me!"
If he were any more of a dog, his tongue would be hanging out of his mouth - dripping with saliva. Yet, even Katsuki in his grunting state of primal lust could maintain some of his composure. The mere thrill of anticipation he endured while she unbuttoned the shirt that clung to his body from the bottom button up teetered him on the edge of full-blown arousal.
Hurry. He wanted her. Every atom of his body wanted hers.
Through the red rope that bound him, Uraraka found exposed areas of skin. She pressed her lips against the flesh above his waist and sucked on him with light bites in between.
What was this sensation? Biting? Marking? He should be doing this to her!
"I want you to know that you belong to me, okay? So," her mouth hovered around his chest. "Don't forget, alright?"
But, for fuck's sake she was an absolute nympho. How could he object? "Whatever." His heart pounded in his chest.
Skating her finger tips above his pecs, Uraraka must have been able to know just how hard he fell for her. "Are you scared?" she asked. Her eyes widened, and she anxiously made eye contact with him with their faces inches apart. "I'm sorry, Bakugou," she apologized in her normal childish tone and dialect.
Bakugou would do anything to deny fear especially when there was no true anxiety from the beginning. For the first time that hot, summer evening, he made a move. "Like hell, Roundface," he scoffed before kissing her. And he kissed her with the few muscles he could flex. Pushing his tongue down into her mouth, he smirked when her elegant fingers brushed against her cheeks. Adrenaline pumped through his blood. Pulling away, he pushed his forehead against hers. "I'm fucking thrilled."
Bakugou's dick skated against the fresh surface of her skin. Dammit, he was already hard from a single kiss.
Ochako's lips remained parted with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. Lust spoke to him through the onyx pupils of her eyes. Sweat causes her skin to glisten and glow in the dim light. Essence of passion escaped with her breath, and she let out an audible sigh before a light, crisp whisper. "You're mine and only mine, Kacchan."
Dumbfounded, Bakugou failed to understand this dominating side of his sex partner, but even if he never admitted the slightest hint of truth, he loved it. His eyes lowered to her tugging at the rim of her sleek, black panties. The slit of her pussy took his breath away. Still, he managed to beg, "Take it off."
She slid out of the pair of underwear before raising the lower part of her body to wrap her legs around Bakugou's waist. "Give it to me, Kacchan."
Fuck. That's all he could think.
"Kacchan," she whined. "Call me your queen and give it to me."
No statement she said had been a request - only demands. Blush on the tips of his cheeks, he failed to protest, for they knew she had already dominated him and even more so as she teased his tip with the opening of her pussy. "Ahh, uh. I'm yours, you slutty fucking queen."
Inch by inch, her hot pussy devoured Bakugou's dick. He tilted his head back as he shut his eyes before stealing a quick peek at her erotic face. His heart melted when he saw the slight smile on her pink lips and the crimson blush on her glistening cheeks. Katsuki envied her hand that groped her own breast.
"Give me more of your sweet pussy, you pussy. Give me all of it."
She let out a childish giggle for such a mature and sexy expression. Ochako said, "What's this feeling? I can't help myself, Kacchan!" His tip hit deep down in her and she squirmed with a high moan.
"More! More! I'm gonna tear you up!" Katsuki threatened as he bucked his hips and hit her insides.
Uraraka raised her hips to meet his as her shoulders clung to the mat below her. "Not if I make you bust first, right?" she asked before tightening her pussy around him more. "You're already pulsing this much, Kacchan. You're gonna go boom again, right?" She raised the lower part of her body to feel him penetrate her even further as her muscles relaxed a bit around him before pulling him closer. "Ahhh. Even someone as loud as Kacchan can be this quiet sometimes? I see," she smirked with a moan at the end of her pause.
"D-Don't act like I'm not making you go fucking nuts with my cock!" he threatened. But did that even make sense? He didn't care.
Sloppy wet noises filled the hot air around them.
Bakugou let out a haughty chuckle, "You hear how wet you are, you slutty woman?" And God, how could he forget her moans? Full moments passed between each thought as he slapped inside of her. Her toes curled against his ass. He felt everything.
"You're a good sex slave, Kacchan. You're already so into it and I'm... I'm barely doing anything," she taunted as she hid her eyes with her arm.
"Slave?!" though his pride got knocked back, his dick pulsated more by the second.
Wrapping her arms around him, Ochako pulled him down to earth and nuzzled her face into his chest as he pounded her to the ground. "Oh, Katsuki~" She sighed as she sucked on a patch of skin on his chestplate and lightly bit down.
That was it. She was going to get it. His entire load would fill her. Who would be whose then?
A twisted grin grew on his face. "Take this, Roundface!"
"Huh?" she asked before looking up to meet his soft, crimson eyes.
"Boom," he said before kissing her to the core. With all he had and all he was and all, he thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth. Katsuki liked the short moment of her palm pressing against his jaw before he released his load into her. Even if he wanted to pull out, he couldn't because of how tightly she held onto him.
Again, his heart fell for her.
Back in the UA 3-A dorms of present day, Uraraka partially enjoyed hearing Bakugou's secret fantasies about her, but part of her had to wonder if she were anything like his dream Ochako. She played with her hair and bit her lip.
On another note, she should probably take a walk to get rid of the odd sensations throughout her body.
"Okay, okay, but I still don't get why I was sleepin' with you to keep you quiet? Wouldn't it make more sense if you tied me up and blackmailed me?" asked a curious Ochako as she got up from the bed to tie up her hair from sticking to her sweaty neck.
Katsuki frowned at the sight of the nape of her neck. Even with such a pure and innocent view of her skin, he could still manage to find it intoxicating. "Yeah, whatever. I wouldn't do something fucked up like that when it comes to you," he admitted while scratching the nape of his neck. His eyes wandered to her exposed armpits before he shook his head.
Tension that only he could feel.
"I'm still not used to my hair going past my shoulders," she giggled. "Anyway, I gotta go to the corner store since I'm thirsty and you drank the rest of my soda." Sure, Bakugou said he would buy her more, but she didn't want to be so controlling to let her boyfriend buy everything for her.
By the time, she turned around, Bakugou had pressed his hands against the wall behind her to corner her. His hot breath caused her bangs to flutter. "You're not going anywhere until I finish my story, Roundface."
She loved moments like these. Without looking down at his burgeoning boner, she knew by looking into his dilated eyes and his flaring nostrils. Usually in this situation, she'd tell him to take his pants off for a quick blowjob. And boy, she was ready to rip his clothes off.
To be honest, she wanted to know how she compared to the Ochako in his dreams. With a slight frown, she asked, "Katsuki, do I order you around too much?"
"Are you kidding me?" Bakugou scoffed. "You could step on me, and I'd thank you."
"Pervert," she giggled before grabbing the bottom of his chin to kiss him. Ochako placed a few fingers on Bakugou's chest and sighed,"Fine, but I might try to do naughty things to you if I'm here any longer."
With a quick nibble of her earlobe, he slid his eager hand down her shorts and whispered, "If I could fuck you now, I would."
And his beloved Ochako knew exactly what he meant by that. "Kacchan," she muttered.
He stopped when he saw her squirm.
"Wait, you're actually getting horny from this?"
Steam blew from his nose.
Ochako looked up and pouted, "Kacchan, hurry!" She couldn't be in a room alone with her boyfriend. The room had become too hot and heavy and she thought she would melt just being near him.
Bakugou groaned and bit his lip.
A/N: This isn't meant to be a masterpiece. I might go back and revise everything. I just wanted to get my signature kacchako lemons out there. It's been a wild ride so far. We had some fingering at the dinner table, ceiling sex, and now, this weird shibari Bakugou-balloon sex thing. If you were expecting more of a plot, I don't know what to tell you.