Warnings: SFW, nothing to serious.
I planned to write it more in directions of NSFW/Smut, but for now i somehow felt very comfortable in ending the One shot were it ended. But if your interested i can write part 2! Where things get really spicy and steaming hot~
It happened fast. In one moment Bakugou was stomping through the halls of the school building, scowling like usual. Kirishim, Kaminari, Jijrou and Sero were right behind him, chatting and joking about various things.
You were further away in the corridor, standing besides Mina and Asui, not really paying attention. But the loud explosion which erupted in the next moment, the curses and shouts were more than enough to tell you something had just happened.
You blinked and whipped your head around in the direction of Bakugou and followers.
Mina sighed playfully. “Lord explosion-murder again?”
“Yup, like always.”, you answered.
“And Monoma, ribbit.”, Asui added.
And she was right, in front of Bakugou stood in fact no one else than Monoma. The blonde was loudly laughing like a maniac, his hand still on Bakugou's shoulder. “I touched you!”
Bakugou growled and violently pushed Monomas hand away from his body. “The fuck did you just do?!”
“Oh~ I just tried a quirk I was able to copy a few minutes earlier on you~”
“Ha! I like to see you try! Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei are talking just around the corner! Purly by coincidence of course!”, Monoma drawled, his mischievous grin mocking Bakugou in all possible ways.
Bakugou's head was red because of his sheer amount anger, and you could swear to see steam puffing out of his ears.
“Concidence, my ass.”, you muttered and Asui nodded.
“He probably planned this, ribbit.”
“Urgh! Why does he always need to pick fights? Especially with our resident explode boy?”, Mina huffed.
“Maybe he gets his kicks out of things like that.”, you muttered.
Mina giggled. “Wouldn't surprise me. Monoma's weird like that.”
Another explosion filled the hall, this time even louder than before.
“Aaaand he exploded again.”, you drawled with a raised eyebrow.
But apparently Aizawa was indeed just around the corner, because he suddenly appeared besides both blonds.
“What's going on here?”, he questioned, his voice tired and gruff and his red eyes blinking down mostly at Bakugou.
“Nothing. Absolutly nothing ~”, Monoma mused, his lips still tugged into arrogant grin.
Aizawa only raised a eyebrow, obliviously not quite believing him. “Bakugou?”
Bakugou growled a last time and shot a murderous glare at Monoma, “Yeah, yeah. Fucking nothing.”
“Keep it that way.”, Aizawa finally supplied. “Now, you both are turning around and walk in different directions. Understood.”
You sighed, returning your full attention to you two friends. “That ended rather innocent.”
“I wonder what quirk Monoma activated on Bakugou.”, Asui croaked.
A uneasy feeling bloomed in you belly. “I'm really not sure if I even want to knew.”
The next hours in a rush. You always kept one eye at Bakugou, just to make sure nothing weird was happening with him. But nothing really happened. And thus your attention slowly drifted away again.
Sure, he acted a little bit off, was a little bit more angry and snappy than usual. But with Bakugou it was really hard to tell if he was really affected from some quirk or if he simply was in a worse mood than usual. To put it simple: you had absolutely no clue if and what was going on with him and once again: you weren't sure if you even wanted to know.
You talked within sometimes, in rare occasions and it usually was never more than a couple of sentences, but you weren't as close to him as Kirishima. But you still noticed how he cursed you out a little less than others. He still insulted you obviously, and this none to less, but he had his moments in which he actually used your name. And it always surprised you. But you weren't about to complain and simply enjoyed the rare moments In which your name slipped over his mouth.
But no matter what, you were smart enough to avoid Bakugou if he was in a particularly bad mood. Perhaps this was also one of the reasons why he seemed to accept your present more or less. And if you couldn't tell in which mood Bakugou currently was... well, you also avoided him. Just to make sure.
It wasn't like you couldn't deal wit him, quite the contrary was the case honestly, but... dealing with an huffing and puffing Bakugou was just... annoying. Thus, you preferred to only interact with him when your nerves would end being completely stressed out.
After the last class of the day ended, Bakugou abruptly disappeared into the dorms and into his room. You were almost sure you wouldn't see him again today, and after he didn't make an appearance at Lunch, you were absolutely certain about it.
It only took you fifteen minutes to realise how wrong you assumption was. You were currently walking in direction of Kirishima's room. You had promised him to lend him your notes from Aizawa's class today, after he'd admitted he fell asleep in the middle of the class. He had asked Bakugou first, but apparently the only answer he got was 'Not my fucking problem your not sleeping enough' and a middle finger. Kirishima was one of your friends, and also another reason why you ended up interacting with Bakugou at least sometimes. And considering the fact Kirishima was always helpful and forthcoming, you had no problem in lending him your stuff. You knew he would do the same for you.
So yes, you goal was Kirishima's room.
There was just one tiny problem.
You never made it to Kirishimas room.
In the same moment in which you stepped out of the elevator and into the corridor, the door in front of Kirishima's got banged open. Something rushed out, and before you were able to dodge, something very blond and very Bakugou crashed into you.
You crashed down with Bakugou on top on you, your body hitting the ground hard.
A surprised gasp escaped your lips, followed from a painful wincing as you back collided with the ground. Bakugou was panting and cursed violently. “Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-”
“What the- Bakugou?”, you asked in surprise.
“Can't you fucking watch where you're going?!”, he hissed.
“You crashed into me!”, you snapped and started to wiggle under him. “Get off!”
Your hands grabbed his shoulders, as you tried to push him away from you. Your legs moved under his, one of his legs slipping between you because of your wiggling. A rough groan escaped Bakugou's mouth, followed by more curses.
“Stop-”, he pressed out, his breath hitting your throat as his head sank to your shoulder. “Stop fucking moving!”
He grabbed your hands on his shoulder in a swift motion, pushing them away from him and onto the ground besides your heads.
“Wha- let me go!”, you hissed, your patience starting to fade away. You didn't stop your wiggling, still trying to move away under the heavy body on top of you. But Bakugou was just a little bit to heavy, his muscles to tense and his grip on your wrists way to tight. The harsh breaths against your throat became more ragged and suddendly turned in a full fledged growl.
“Fuck, Stop!”, he growled and pressed his body against yours to take away your ability to move.
This movement was enough to finally make you aware of a couple of things. Firstly, Bakugou's skins was burning hot. Secondly his breaths. They were completely uncontrolled and ragged. And thirdly... there was something hard pressing against your leg.
You immediately stopped you movement, and Bakugou sighed in relive.
“God damnit.”, he muttered and buried his sweaty forehead more into the croak of your neck.
Your mouth parted a couple of times, but no word were able to move out of your lips. Suddenly, the throbbing hardness against you leg was impossible to not notice. Warmth spread into your cheeks, realisation slowly setting in.
“Do you- you you have a-”, you stumbled over you words.
“Don't fucking dare to say it. It's cuz of this fucking quirk the Asshead from Class-B used on me.”, Bakugou grumbled into your neck.
“The quirk.”, you repeated in disbelieve. “You got a bo-”
“Are you deaf?! Dont- dont say it.”
You blinked. “Why? Its just a Word.”
“Because- urgh. Fuck.”, Bakugou cursed, not really answering your question.
You took a deep breath, and did exactly what Bakugou told you not to do. “Boner. You got a Boner because of a Quirk Monoma used on you.”
A sudden violent shudder ran through Bakugou's body and another growl left his mouth. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, yeah you to.”, you mumbled and unconsciously moved your leg which laid very uncomfortable under Bakugous, without really noticing it.
The movement grazed Bakugou sensitive part and he hissed, his fingers burying themselves deeper into the skin around your wrist.
“I'll fucking fuck you if you don't stop fucking moving.”
“I-”, you managed to choke out. “M-Me?”
Bakugou only made a incoherent sound, pressing his nose against you skin and-... inhaled, quietly. “Yeah. Ya would d'serve it.”, he grunted.
You slowly sucked air into your lung, trying your best to ignore the tiggling in you loweder belly and the heat all over you body.
And yet, you mouth acted on its own. “...Why?”
“Cuz your moving to much and always touching my-... with your leg- and- fucking hell.”
“And what?”, you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“And it fucking turns me on, alright?”
You inhaled sharply. “I-”
“Its your fucking fault!”
“But you- you already had a boner before-”
“Fucking stop saying that! It makes me even more- urgh! And the stupid boner was no problem until you came along!”, he hissed, his hip starting to twitch.
Your turned your head in his direction, your nose grazing his cheek. “Now your saying it to.”
“It's no problem if I'm the one saying it.”, he grumbled.
“But if I say it, its-”, you tried to question but he interrupted you.
“Yeah.”, he slowly lifted his head away from your neck, also turning his face in your direction. Suddendly you both were nose at nose, and you breath stopped for a moment. “It fucking turns me on.”
“It makes me want to hear more from you. More of these words, more sounds. And-”
You gulped drily. “Bakugou-”
“And if you move your cute little body while you are pressed against me it makes me want to touch you, to feel you and-”, his face moved closer, and your eyes widened.
“Bakugou-”, you tried one last time, but it was already to late.
Bakugou took a deep breath, “It makes me want to get fucking touched by you to.”
You weren't able to say anything else, your mouth to dry and the eye contact between you both to intense.
“We can move into my room.”
“Yes or no, answer. I'm not doing shit if your not alright with it, but if you say yes... I'm not going to stop.”
“I-”, once again you mouth moved on its own, completely disconnected from the sane part in your head. “Okay.”
In the next moment Bakugou's mouth crashed against yours. His lips moved on yours, unforgiving and hard. You were barely able to keep up, lips on lips, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your lower lip and the wetness from his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hips jerked harshly against yours, and it felt like he wanted to do it the whole time. His hard part hit the private part of your body, and feverish groan left his mouth, which stayed connected to yours without a single pause.
He started grinding against you, rubbing his part against yours through the clothes, and heat started to bubble up in your said lower areas.
It was intense, and new and you knew there was absolutely no turning back now.
Bakugou's fingers loosened around your wrist, slowly gliding down over the skin of your arms. One of his hands moved lower, over your shoulder, over the sides of your breasts and over your belly, until it slipped under the hem of your shirt, while the other grabbed your shoulder. His finger roamed all over the skin of your sides, slipping under your back and with a swift motion he pulled you both upwards into a sitting position.
His lips parted from your mouth, just to crash into them again for a brief moment.
“My room.”, he grunted, and his rough voice resulted in shivers all over your body. “Now.”
You took a few breaths to catch yourself again. “Yeah.”
He pulled you upwards and pushed you in direction of his room, his hands never leaving your body and his presence firmly behind you. He fumbled a moment with the door, just the rip it open aggressively in the next moment.
Only after the door closed, your realised how lucky you were that nobody walked into the corridor while you laid pressed together at the ground.
But no matter how much you could think about the fact how lucky you, your thoughts immediately stopped again as Bakugou jerked you forwards and pushed you onto his bad. Even before he started to climb on top of you again his lips were pressed an yours again.
Bakugou growled against you lips. “Hope you got stamina, sweet-lips. Cuz I'm not planning on letting you leave again today.”
You huffed. “I still need to give Kirishima my notes.”
“Fuck him, not your fault he's to stupid to go to bed early.”
“But-”, you tried, but only a gasp left your mouth as Bakugou jerked against your middle.
“I want all your damn attention on me, alright? Just. on. me. All the damn time.”
You buried your fingers into his hair and pulled him even closer to you.
“All the damn time?”, you repeated in a whisper.
“Fuck, yes. I want your full attention just on me now, I want it tomorrow, I always want it. I'm not wasting my time with stupid one-time things.”
“Oh- good. That's good.”, the corners of your lips pulled into a warm smile. “I'm not planning on wasting my time with one time things either. But... I hope your opinion isn't affected by the quirk?”
“Fucking hell, no! That stupid quirk just made me horny as fuck every time I saw you or thought about you. And after you crashed into me-”
“Dosen't fucking matter, just- I wouldn't say shit like that if I'm not sure if the quirks affecting my mind alright? It just affecting my-”
“Accepting to be my girlfriend, you idiot!”
“Oh- yes. Yes, of course. I would like to be your girlfriend, Bakugou.”
“Great, and now shut up.”, he mumbled with red cheeks and a glint in his eyes which clearly told you how happy he was about your answer.
His lips found yours once again, and you realised there was indeed no turning back anymore – not that you wanted to turn back. From now on you would need to deal with Bakugou and his rainbow moods of anger and destruction a lot more and... surprisingly, it didn't bother you a single bit. Quite the contrary was the case, to be honest. The way the things had evolved, it was surly a big surprise, but a very pleasant one.