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You hated him. Despised him even. Who would like someone who was always making rude comments and laughing in the face of people’s downfalls? Honestly, you couldn’t see how that blonde- headed porcupine had any friends. I mean did they just pity his ego? That must be it. Without his friends, he would fall, that had to be it.
But god did he look good in his hero uniform..
His looks didn’t excuse his actions, though. Bakugo was a hot headed, mean spirited person, and you wanted nothing to do with him.
And Bakugo had even worse thoughts about you. He wanted to slap that stupid smile off your face anytime something made you happy. Why were you laughing? He’s not saying anything funny, there’s no reason for you to laugh. And god forbid someone was the cause of your happiness. Nothing pissed him off more than when Midoriya would say something to bring that bright smile to your face.
“Deku can’t be that funny, shitface!” Bakugo yells from a few seats behind.
“Oh, shut up, dunce, at least he knows how to talk to women,” you bark back. The class just ignores your arguments with him at this point, since they happen so often. Bakugo is seething behind you, noted by his grunts and annoyed huffs. Most days were like this. You get into class, Bakugo stares you down as you walk to your seat, which you respond with a roll of your eyes, and then the two of you bicker for 20 minutes before class starts. Let’s hope you don’t get a question wrong, either, because Bakugo wouldn’t let you live it down.
It was training time after lunch, and you were assigned to the forest, and Bakugo to the field. You were doing mindless resistance training while Bakugo was blowing up the field to look like the moon. You take a small break and head back to the school to get some water.
“Givin’ up already, bitchtits?” He calls out from center field. You ignore it, continuing your stride to the doors. “OI! You hear me?!” Again, ignoring the thing trying to communicate. Bakugo doesn’t stop, though. Not until you snap your head around and finally acknowledge him.
“Oh for fucks sake, can I help you? Clearly the only thing you’re good at is causing a ruckus,” you look at the field, “because if you call this training, you might as well drop out now- you seem more fit as a contractor.” you laugh as you turn back around again.
Bakugo reaches you in an instant, his hot hand gripping your shoulder as he whips you around to face him.
“You think you’re fuckin’ funny, huh?”
“Yes, very,” you smile. He shoves you down to the ground, blasting himself off to the other side of the field. You couldn’t see it in the bout of smoke clouding your vision, but his face was about as red as an apple; you finally smiled at him.
The day was nearing its end, but Aizawa mentioned an upcoming project for your hero training.
“You’ll be assigned partners in a moment for a new mission. The task is to come up with a joint hero from your two favorites. It might seem silly, yes, but we all had a hero to look up to once, so joining forces with your partner to create an ultimate hero seems like a good behavioral and motivational assignment. Now for partners..” He starts listing off student’s names, and with only a few students left, you pray he won’t pick-
“Y/N and Bakugo. Try not to kill each other before next week. That’s all, class dismissed.”
No, please god no. You can’t stand being in a classroom with him, let alone in his house.
“Oi, wannabe- let’s go to yours. The sooner we get this done with, the better.”
“Oh what, you don’t like talking to me for hours? I could’ve been fooled.” You joke.
“Wait, my house?”
“Sure as hell aren't comin’ to mine! What are you, fucking stupid? Oh wait,” He remarks, which earns him a punch to the arm. “Try harder.”
“Do you like other hard things too? ‘Cuz you always seem to have a dick up your ass..”
“Fuck you say?!” This was going to be a long night.
You offered him coffee when you arrived at your apartment, but Bakugo figured you’d try to poison him, so he declined. Smart choice .
You too wanted this to be over as soon as possible. It was embarrassing to have him in your room, and you might lose it if he scoots any closer to you. Bakugo thinks you can’t notice that every five minutes he’s inching closer to you, but you do. And it brings a peachy pink color to your cheeks.
“If you get any closer to me, I might ignite. Why are you so hot?”
“Not interested,” he replies.
“You sure about that? If you get any closer you’ll be sitting in my lap, smartass.”
“Oh fuck off, you’d love it if any part of me touched you down there. I can see how much you flaunt that ass around like a slut during class, ‘practically beggin’ someone to fuck it.”
“My first choice sure as hell wouldn’t be you..” you lie, scoffing at his audacity. “Let’s just get this work done so you can leave.”
You almost miss it, but you see a Bakugo- esque frown form on his face, littered with anger and annoyance.
“What’s that look for; don’t tell me you actually like spending time with me?”
“As if, bitch. This hardass act you put on’s crackin, though.”
“What?”
“Tch, your cheeks look as pink as your cunt, you can’t hide emotions for shit.” You felt your ears burn and swore there was smoke coming out of them.
You were speechless. How do you even respond to that? You look up at him with a face of confusion, embarrassment, and anger all in one. He laughs at you and raises his hand. It comes down with a quick smack, leaving a print across your face.
“Wipe that fuckin’ look of your face.” He says, before shoving you to the ground and sitting on your chest. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to throw him off of you and hold him down to kiss him at the same time, fuck this was frustrating . He saves you the trouble, though, as he brings his face to yours and forces his tongue in your mouth, dominating every inch.
You pull back panting for air and Bakugo spits in your mouth. His hand closes your jaw, “swallow, whore. I know it’s the only thing you’re good at.” And he was right. Right now in this moment the only thing you wanted to do was swallow his-
“Oi, eyes up here, pretty. You ain’t getting that just yet,” he says, shifting off of you and flipping you over. “On the other hand..” Bakugo sears your jeans off, the smell of burning denim filling your nostrils as the heat from his palm warms your ass.
“Ow!”
“You know you like it, don’t act dumb.” He rips a big hole in your burnt jeans so he could grope your ass and smack it, each harsh slap bringing a new type of pain.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t love it. You only dreamt of this happening, and now that it actually is, you couldn’t contain yourself.
“Bakugo, c’mon, just please..”
“Please what? Use your fuckin’ words, cunt.”
“Would you please fuck me already?”
“Hah, everyone’s gunna love hearin’ that one!” He laughs, “Now sit just like that,” he positions your hips up so your ass is in the air, “yeah, good whore.” You can hear the smirk on his face and the hunger in his voice. He wants you just as bad as you want him.
Bakugo pulls his pants down and pumps his dick before lining it up with your hole.
“W-Wait a minute, that’s the wrong hole, Bakugo!”
“No it isn’t.” He shoves his cock in your ass, slowly forcing his way inside, his cock twitching from the screams you try to silence. “This what ya wanted, princess?” He grabs a fist full of your hair and nods your head up and down. “That’s a good slut, sit there and take it..”
When you finally accepted him all the way in, the pain started to dissipate, but every move he made brought the sting back and you whined so loud the neighbors might be concerned.
“Keep that fucking whore mouth shut,” he barks, wrapping his hand around to cover your mouth. “Such a pretty bitch, I’ve wanted to stick my cock in you for so goddamn long, shit..” He’s talking more to himself than you, but it makes your cunt ache nonetheless. “Try to calm down, would ya? This ass is so tight,” he grunts. Bakugo pulls out and flips you onto your back. Your tear stained face makes him want to destroy you even more. He rips the hole in your pants further and lines himself up with your pussy, sliding in with ease.
“What an attention whore, seriously. Do all the men you fuck get you this wet? Tch, I knew you belonged to the streets, but this is really somethin’!”
“Deeper, go deeper Katsuki, please!” You beg. It slips your mind that you called him by his first name, but Bakugo reels with excitement.
“Yeah? We usin’ names now? I got a few for you, but they aint your real one,” he chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “say my name again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“K-Katsuki, please fuck me, don’t stop, ‘s too good!”
Bakugo holds your hips up, giving him the best position to thrust his cock deep inside you. Between the panting and sounds coming from the both of you, it sounds like this is a night neither of you will forget.
“Shit- you on the pill? ‘Feels too good to stop..”
“No, Katuski pull out, don’t you dare-” Oops.. Bakugo isn’t known for listening or thinking on his feet, can you really blame him? And at this moment you didn’t really care either. His cock was hitting just the right spot to send you over the edge and cum with him, a symphony of moans and whines coming together to make such a beautiful song.
After he comes down from his high, it’s like his wall was put back up. He gets up and collects himself, but was still nice enough to ask if you needed anything.
“Maybe a towel would help..”
“This is your house, how should I know where that is?” You roll your eyes and sit up, “nevermind,” you laugh. You wonder if this will become a regular thing..