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“Fuck you!”
There’s screaming, and swearing, from both of you. How did you two get into a screaming match again? Nobody knows, it happens so often now that everybody just lets it happen and stops it before it can get physical. You and Bakugo consistently argue over the mundane things. You just can’t stand his crude and arrogant attitude, unlike the others in your class who usually just laugh, and let it slide. You aren’t like them though, you argue and you get just as much in his face as he does to you, you challenge him, and more often then not despite your classmate’s best abilities, you two somehow always manage to get physical one way or another. It’s been this way since you two had first became classmates.
“Okay, okay enough with the arguing! Aizawa’ll punish us all again,” Iida reprimands, stepping between the both of you to create distance. “As your class president I highly suggest that you stop this behaviour at once!” You glare at Bakugo, scoffing for a moment before replying. “It’s not my fault this asshole has a stick up his ass all the time, if he didn’t then the class would probably be a lot more quieter,” You say, rolling your eyes.
“You’re not so fucking quiet yourself—!” Bakugo states, before being abruptly interrupted by Iida. “No swearing!” He does his signature arm swing, signalling for him to listen. “If you two keep this behaviour up, I’ll have to report it!” He scolds. “Sorry Iida,” You let out a deep sigh, continuing to glare at Bakugo before sitting back down. You check the time; 8:46am. You groan, having already developed a headache just from arguing with this early in the school day. How much worse could this day go?
Pretty terrible as it turns out. However it was worse for Bakugo. He had gotten in trouble once again with the teachers after arguing with a student from another class and nearly getting into a physical fight for one. For two, because of the incident, he wasn’t able to participate in PE. Normally, he’d train extremely hard during this class and was able to blow off some steam, however for his punishment, he was forced to just watch and clean up after his classmates. Lastly, he had to go to dentention under Aizawa’s watch, which was always miserable. In the end, he was practically seething with built up frustration.
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Bang.
A large knock on the door of your dorm room, you rub your eyes in confusion. Who could be knocking at this hour? You look up and check the time; 11:49pm.
Bang.
Another knock, practically with the same force as the first one. You groan in annoyance as you get up, fumbling on a pair of panties, despite your oversized shirt draping your body just to feel decent enough to see who’s there.
Bang.
Fuck that’s annoying. “What?” You sleepily growl out, the annoyance in your tone clear. Surprisingly it’s Bakugo, in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. He practically tramples over you as he enters your dorm, slamming the door behind him as he grabs your arm and drags you back—swinging you onto the bed. “What are you doing—“
“Shut the fuck up bitch.” He spits out, venom seeping in his tone. He’s upset, the anger evident. You can see his veins pop out, the way his body heaves as he breaths, as if he’s struggling to keep himself from lashing out at you. His hair’s messy, though despite it it’s surprisingly flatter than usual. His muscles are bulging, and the rage in his aura is emanating from him so much the hairs on your arm practically shiver up. He’s on top of you now, glaring, you swear his eyes are practically glowing with how angry he was.
You’re taken a back even more so, but you don’t argue. You don’t have a cocky response, nor a witty comeback, you’re just stunned by him just.. being here. You stay unmoving for a moment, your breath short. You can feel your heartbeat racing a thousand miles a minute. Your eyes slowly travel from his eyes to his lips, before back up into his eyes once again. You feel his hot lips suddenly crash onto yours. It’s hot, it’s messy. Your lips purse close for a moment, in instinct before you open them partially. It was enough, his tongue slipping inside. You can feel his hands ravishing your body, up and down desperately.
You bite back a moan as you feel a sudden spark in your core, growing larger as you continue to make out. The hatred, the fury, the unresolved tension, finally making something of itself. You can feel his rage, his frustration, the way his hands grope your body, “Fuck..” He mutters through breathes as he frantically pulls down your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties, having grown soaking wet by now.
“Mmphf..!” You let out a quiet moan of surprise as he takes it off. He pulls back, eyeing your body up and down. The way your tits jump at the sudden action, the way he can see the subtle sweat beads growing on your skin in the damp moonlight. The way your face grows flushed the more he stares. His gaze is predatory, as if that alone could devour you whole. He stares, for a moment, before he goes back down, kissing your neck harshly. Nipping and nibbling in frustration as his fingers trail down. You feel his annoyance at trying to take off your panties, before ultimately ripping them off. Leaving your dripping wet cunt out and bare.
His fingers harshly rub your clit, lazily circling it as his kisses travel from your neck to your collarbone, down to your breasts. His tongue laps around your nipples, his teeth lightly grazing it around. Jolts of pain and pleasure ripple throughout your sensitive body to which you let out pained moans. He’s not doing this for your pleasure, he’s doing this to get you wet enough to stuff his cock in you. He dips his finger inside your wet pussy, they’re thicker and larger than yours could ever be, but he doesn’t stop for you to adjust. To accommodate. He simply pumps them in and out roughly, to stretch your tight cunt. “Bakugo.. ngh.. w-wait..” You whimper out, though it’s cut off by an involuntary gasp of a moan you let out as he stuffs another inside you. He pulls back, looming over you.
“Take it like the whore that you are,” His voice tantalizingly harsh. He watches the way you moan and squirm under him, the way your hands grip harshly at the bedsheets as he continues to fuck you with his fingers mercilessly. He places his free hand over top your womb, pinning it down to feel the pressure of his fingers even more so. His eyes are intense, filled purely with rage mixed with lust. The line blurred between hatred and desire. His speed intensifies as your walls start to tighten around his fingers as you feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm before he simply pulls out, your pussy sucking on his fingers as he does. “Bakugo..!” You whine out needily. Tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Need to cummm…” You plead.
He licks off the slick on his fingers, before roughly undoing his pants. “You’ll cum when I tell you,” He snarls, taking off his shirt. His cock is rock hard, angry at the tip, precum spilling out. His length is a bit above average, but the sheer size of it was horribly large. “G’nna take it raw like a good girl, okay?” He murmurs in your ear. Surprisingly the softest you’ve heard him be all day. You nod desperately, still needing your release. “Mhm mhm…” Your mind growing hazy, dumb off the need for cock. His cock. His praise going straight down to your pussy. He laughs darkly by the sight of your despair. “Pathetic bitch,” He spits out, the softness now gone. He lines up his cock against your entrance, using your slick to lube up his cock before pushing it in.
He struggles to push it in just due to the girth of his cock. While he wants to just shove it all inside, it’s literally impossible. “Relax,” He orders. Though it only makes you tighten up. “It’s too big..!” You cry out, the pain of his tip felt like it was splitting you. Your hands gripped from the bedsheets to his hair, as you whimper in pain. He scoffs, rubbing his fingers against your clit. You let out a moan as he continues, which helps him ease his fat cock inside. Your pussy was still so tight for him, having only managed halfway. He grunts in frustration. He pulls out and flips you over, your back facing him, ass up in the air, face down in the sheets.
You moan in pain, and pleasure as he manages to stuff his full cock inside you at the new angle, hitting you in places you’d never explored. His thrusts are annoyingly slow at first, your walls still getting used to his size. “Need moreee… Katsuki…” You whine out as he thrusts. “Yeah? What a slut,” He growls as he starts to quickly increase his pace. He pounds you relentlessly, at an incredible speed and rate. You’re moaning and crying aloud, gripping onto anything as you’re fucked silly. “F-fuck yes yes yes.. right there!” You babble out. You finally reach your orgasm, cumming all over his cock, however he doesn’t. Your knees buckle and soon he’s fucking you whilst laying a top of you. His hand covering your mouth, as you continue to scream in pleasure. He loved hearing your voice, but he wasn’t trying to get in trouble again. He pounded you over and over, his tip bullying your cervix as he continues. He fucks you numb, you’ve reached your third orgasm by the time he finally reaches his own.
You two are breathless. Sweat covering both of you as he pulls out, cum spilling out of your pussy. The pleasure dying down, leaving you exhausted. You fall asleep almost instantly. You wake up the next day with breakfast on the table, and a chocolate bar. You chuckle to yourself before taking a bite.
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Bakugo treats you a bit better, at least for a few days after that.