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“URARAKA IS DOWN!!” Present Mic shouts over the speakers in the Sports Festival Stadium after she falls down during her failed charge towards Bakugo.
After the fall Bakugo stops in his tracks and stares at her twitching body.
“No… Get up… I want to keep going….” Uraraka thinks to herself as she tries to move her body.
The crowd watches on as she keeps trying to push past her limit.
Uraraka reaches her hand out in front of her and begins to slowly crawl towards Bakugo. “I can d-do this… I can still fight” Her words barely escape her lungs as she struggles to hold onto her consciousness.
Bakugo retains his fighting stance as she inches closer, her hips swaying just enough to catch Bakugo’s gaze for just a split second, the perfect round curve of her ass is distracting as hell and his jaw tightens harder than before. But just as he’s caught up in the shape of Uraraka’s ass she stops moving.
Midnight walks towards her and checks on her. “Uraraka is out of commission. Katsuki Bakugo advances to the 2nd round!” She announces to the stadium to an uproar of cheers and applause.
Uraraka gets stretchered away to Recovery Girl’s Office by the order of Midnight.
Bakugo turns around and angrily walks away back into the tunnel of the Stadium.
Just as he’s about to go up walking to the stands he stops in his tracks and thinks about how perfect Uraraka looked when she was crawling towards him. It made him feel something… It made him feel… aroused? “Damn it! Why can’t I get this stupid fucking thought out of my head” Bakugo curses to himself.
He stops and thinks for a second while his face is red from arousal. When he gets an idea, he’ll go visit Uraraka at Recovery Girl’s Office to see if she needs to be comforted.
Uraraka is by herself, sitting on a chair waiting for Recovery Girl to come back in.
She is imagining her fight with Bakugo, the way she was totally outmatched, the way he was so so strong, how nice his muscles looked… “Wait huh!? I don’t want to think about that, I like Deku!” She tells herself as her face turns pink from blushing.
“Although I guess…. His muscles do look really nice….” She thinks about them more and more, she thinks about how he tossed her around like a ragdoll as her panties begin to dampen.
Then almost without thinking, Uraraka slips her hand between her thighs, her fingers running over the wet fabric of her panties…. But then she freezes. Recovery Girl could walk back in here at any moment. She bites her lip and pulls her hand away, cheeks burning and her thighs squeezing together.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asks herself, rhetorically.
She tries to shake the feeling but the throbbing between her legs won’t stop.
“Recovery Girl won’t be back for a while… just for a minute…. Just for a little bit…” Uraraka thinks to herself as she slides her hand back down her pants, her fingertips slip under the edge of her panties. A tiny whimper escapes as she brushes her clit; already swollen and sensitive.
She circles her clit gently, imagining Bakugo pinning her down.
Her hips rock forward at her own touch, breaths coming in shaky pants.
“Mmh.. ahhh…” soft, breathy whimpers and moans fill the quiet room.
She presses harder “Bakugo…. Nghh… hah yess…”
Her fingers begin to move faster, slick and desperate.
“Ahhh Bakugo… fuckk harder!” she moans with her eyes squeezed shut, lost in the fantasy.
The door suddenly slams open.
Bakugo stands there “Oi, Round Face where the hell a—...” his words end mid-sentence.
Uraraka freezes with her hand still between her thighs. A tiny mortified “eep!” escapes her before she snaps her legs shut.
Bakugo’s eyes widen for half a second; then narrow, a dangerous smirk tugging at his mouth.
“…what are you doing?” he growls low, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him.
“I-I… I didn't…!” she stammers, voice tiny and trembling, thighs still quivering.
He just stares, arms crossed, his gaze looming over her flushed face and messy state.
He begins to step closer to her,
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up.”
He’s right in front of her now, towering over her. One hand grabs her chin and tilts her face up.
“You were moaning my name like a needy little slut. Don’t lie.”
Her breath catches. “Bakugo… Recovery Girl—”
“Don’t worry we have plenty of time.” He cuts her off
Before she can protest, he shoves her against the back of the seat, his mouth crashes down hard and he begins to make out with her. She whimpers into it.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl, “You want this, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, thighs shaking. “Y-yes… please…”
That’s all he needs.
He forces her legs open and pulls her pants further down to around her ankles “Fuck… this wet already?”
She bites her lip, nodding.
He doesn’t tease long, he pulls his pants down just enough so that his thick, hard, 7 inch dick springs free. Uraraka’s eyes widen, a tiny “woah!” slipping out of her.
He lines up, rubs the tip through her slick folds once, twice and then thrusts in deep in one go.
“Ahh!” she cries out, nails digging into his back after she reaches around to grab onto it.
“Quiet,” he hisses.
Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Bakugo… nngh… harder…!”
He smirks as he bites her neck, pounding into her, each thrust making her gasp and moan his name louder.
“Like that, huh? Knew you were a dirty little slut…you’re mine. That little cuck Deku can just watch” he laughs
She’s trembling, so close already, clenching tight around him
Her whole body tenses, clenching tight around him as the pleasure increases
“Bakugo….ahh! I’m… I’m gonna—”
“Fuck yes, cum for me, whore” he growls against her ear, thrusts turning brutal, hips slamming deep.
Her back is arching off the seat “nngh....Bakugo!!” spilling out as she cums. She shudders hard, pulsing around his cock, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He follows right after but he pulls out and cums on her black tanktop.
They stay still together for a long second, both panting and sweaty.
“Next time you’re thinking about me like that… just fuckin’ ask.” Bakugo says
Uraraka nods weakly, still catching her breath, a tiny, shy smile tugging at her lips. “O-Okay… promise…”