Hey hun! I love your work! 🤎 Could we get a rq where we and Bakugou get into detention for fighting and sneakily have angry sex in the classroom while the teacher leaves please?? (I plan on sending you a Ko-Fi later on 😉)
Fight to the Finish (Bakugo x Femme Reader)
“I don’t see why I’m in trouble, Bakugo started it.”
“What?! No way, you fucking started it, smart mouth!”
“QUIET! I don’t care who started it, you both are cleaning this common area and every hall in the dorms until they’re spotless. Have it done by lunch or go hungry.”
With that, Aizawa turned and left the two students to clean up their classmate’s mess.
Needless to say, you were pissed. Once again, you’d had to pay for Bakugo’s inability to shut the hell up.
Even now, the glowering blonde was grumbling angrily to himself as he cleaned the large windows of the common area.
“Hey, if you’ve got somethin’ to say, Bakubrat, say that shit out loud.”
“Don’t you ever shut up?!” Bakugo snapped back at you, whirling around to fix his red-eyed glare on you.
“Says the guy whose been mumbling to himself like a grumpy old man this whole time.” You rolled your eyes. “The whole reason we’re in this mess in the first place is because of you. Mr. I’m-the-best-no-one-here-can-beat-me!”
Ever since you all had started your first year at UA, Bakugo’s cockiness about his power had grated on your nerves. You would have thought over the course of four years, he would have humbled a bit; and while, yes, he had tempered himself some, he had also gotten exponentially stronger over the years. Which only fueled his already massive ego.
“Well, it’s true. Maybe if you extras were stronger, I would stand corrected, but as it stands now, heh.” He chuckled, his signature cocky smirk flashing at you.
God you hated that fucking smirk of his. Almost as much as you hated the way it made your heart stall and your pussy clench. God he was so fucking hot.
The kid had always been attractive, you had peeped that your first year in school, but my lord the years had been good to that man.
He had gotten at least three inches on his frame over the years and his body rippled with well developed muscle. Not to mention he’d started rocking his blonde hair in an undercut, and gotten a couple of piercings. To put it simply, the man was fine as hell, and for the most part he could back up all the shit he talked. Which only irked you more.
“Hmm,” you touched your hand to your chin, tilting your head to the ceiling in thought. “I would say you’re right, except, I had you pinned with your hands behind your back before Aizawa caught us.”
A flustered look crossed Bakugo’s face. “Th-That doesn’t count!”
“Doesn’t it?” You smirked.
“Fuck no! Aizawa came in and distracted me. That’s the only reason you got the drop on me.”
“What you don’t believe me?”
“Look, all I’m sayin’ is, I had you pinned before Aizawa came in. In fact, I was winning well before Aizawa came in. Face it Bakubrat,” you turned your back to begin fluffing the pillows on the couch. “You’re just not as good as you think you are.”
“You know what, y/n, you got it. You right.” Bakugo replied. His scarlet eyes roamed your bent over figure, eyes landing on your round ass.
His calm answer shocked you.
“You heard me.” He swaggered up behind you, crotch mere inches from your ass.
Your sex quivered immediately at the predatory gleam in his red eyes and the way he slowly licked his lips.
“I’m not as good as I thought. Guess I’ll have to just admit you’re right.” He sighed.
“Whatever, Bakubrat!” You popped your lips, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously before turning back around to clean between the couch cushions. You searched beside the couch for the handheld vacuum, but came up short.
“Lookin for this?” Bakugo grinned, rattling the handheld vacuum in his hand.
“You want this don’t you?” His raspy voice seemed to drop an octave, becoming almost suggestive. “Come and get it if you need it.”
There was no mistaking the implications behind his words. Fuck. That was sexy...
“Bakugo, quit playin!” You snapped back. “Come on, give it back.”
He held it above his head, grin stretching wider as you jumped to grab the device.
“C’mon get it, y/n,” he sing-songed.
He switched it from hand to hand—alternating between holding the vacuum over his head and behind his back.
“You’re such a fucking ass!” The cooling sensation of your water quirk building up, began in the palm of your hand. You were about to blast this asshole through those damned windows he had been cleaning.
But just as you lifted your hand to Bakugo’s abdomen, he gripped your wrist. Your eyes widened as he spun your arm above his head like the two of you were dancing, before pinning it behind your back.
You squealed in shock as your abs collided with the arm of the chair. Bakugo bent you over the couch. The unmistakable feeling of his erection grinding right against your butt had your pussy soaking.
The pressure of Bakugo’s strong body leaning over yours, pressed you deeper against the chair. His lips caressed your ear as he asked: “What’s up, y/n? I was wide open, and you couldn’t get the drop on me?”
His large, rough hand ran up the back of your bare thighs. A shaky sigh escaped you at the sensation.
“I thought I wasn’t as good as I thought I was, Smart Mouth? So wassup?” His fingers inches beneath your shorts. “Not talking all that shit anymore, are you?”
“Y-y-y,” he mocked you, chuckling. “Tch. You’re so fucking obvious, you know that? The way you’re always fucking with me. The way you look at me. The way you flaunt yourself around me. You think I didn’t notice all that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You managed to rasp out.
“Of course you don’t. Is that why you’re always trying to fight me? Always arguing with me? Always leaning on over my desk when you’re getting up in my face.”
His fingers were massaging your slit beneath the shorts you were. Every press and stroke was driving you more and more crazy.
“You have to know how fucking hot that shit is, right? Don’t you Smart Mouth? You think you’re slick, but you’re not. You fuckin’ want me. Just admit it.”
You let out a soft chuckle which made Bakugo pause. Slowly, your laughter got louder.
“Oi!” He spanked you, making you jump. “The fuck’s so funny?”
“You really think I’m presenting for you? Like some kind of bitch in heat? I challenge you, Bakubrat, because you’re a fucking dick. You think you’re hot shit, but let’s be honest; Todoroki and Izuku could both fuck you up if they weren’t too nice or two mentally screwed up to do so. Hell, even Kaminari could beat your ass if it wasn’t for his quirk’s limitation. So yeah, I fuck with you, ‘Cuz I’m the only one with the balls to do it. And you and I both know, I can back that shit up.” You cranes your neck to smirk up at his glowering face.
For a long moment, Bakugo said nothing. He glared down at you, chest heaving. You felt his dick stirring against your ass as he stared at you. Before you could spout off more taunting insults, he yanked you up by the arm and pulled you into himself, smashing his lips against yours.
“Mmfff!” You managed against his lips. Bakugo’s tongue worked it’s way into your mouth. You invited him in, hungry for more.
He picked you up by your legs and settled you on the arm of the chair. Holding your thighs around his waist.
Groans filled the air as the two of you kissed each other. Desperate and wanting.
Bakugo bit your bottom lip, smirking at you as he slowly released it.
“If you think you’re gonna humble me,” He teased as his fingers worked their way beneath your shorts and panties.
A loud moan escaped you as he pressed your sensitive clit before diving his fingers into your heat.
“Then you might wanna stop moaning for me like a little slut.”
“Shit.” You gasped out as he flexed his fingers towards your gspot.
Toying with the hem of Bakugo’s black tank top, you trailed one hand beneath his shirt. His six pack flexed against your touch. He groaned against your lips.
Your fingers brushed against his hard nipple, massaging it with your thumb. You felt his dick jump at the sensation. A guttural groan slipped out of Bakugo.
Now it was your turn to smirk. Your other hand worked it’s way beneath his gym shorts, finding his manhood.
You squeezed it gently before stroking him.
“Oh shiii..” He sighed, teeth digging into your neck.
You gripped his heavy sack.
“Fuck, y/n.” He damn bear whimpered against your ear.
“Hmph, now whose whining like a little bitch?”
“You don’t have the balls to.” You taunted.
It took mere seconds for Bakugo to have you pinned on the couch underneath him.
Excitement spiked in you as he ripped off your shorts and panties before fishing himself out of his shorts.
You bit your lip at the site of his thick member bobbing at you.
“You’ll be saying more than that once it’s inside you.” He gave a self assured half-smile.
He grabbed your thighs and pushed them back, lowering himself over you. With a rock of his hips, he dove inside you.
“Shit!” You gasped, back arching off the couch as his manhood stretched your walls.
“God damn, Smart Mouth.” He managed under his breath.
His hips snapped against yours, fingers gripping your thighs as he plunged your caressing walls.
His red eyes were heavy with lust as his gaze flitted between his dick rocking in and out of your pussy, and you’re beautiful face which was soft with ecstasy.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Was all you could manage. You undulated you’re own hips to match his fast pace.
Every stroke sent pleasure coursing through your body. Your cunt squeezed and sucked and flexed for more.
The couch squeaked with the impact of your fuck fest.
You snatched off Bakugo’s shirt, desperate to feel that solid body against yours, and hooked a hand around his neck to draw him closer.
He panted against your mouth as the two of you kissed. His dick massaged your constricting walls, balls slapping your cheeks with every pound. His soft blonde pubes brushed your clit, sparking an electric pleasure throughout your entire body as he fucked you into the damn couch.
Your nails left stinging trails along his broad, rippling back.
“That’s fuckin’ right, y/n, fuck yeah.” He managed.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” You sobbed in ecstasy.
It was so fucking feral. The pleasure just an intense, unrelenting throbbing. You couldn’t get e fucking nough.
“Fuck yeah,” he ground out. “Not talking all that shit now, huh, y/n? Fuck. Jesus.” He choked as your pussy spasmed around his dick.
“I want it, fuck, I want it!”
The couch was damn near jumping with the force of Bakugo’s strokes. Your eyes rolled back, blinding you from anything other than the sheer euphoria you were hurtling towards.
With a guttural moan, Bakugo released inside of you and your pussy greedily sopped him up.
Meanwhile, your orgasm closed in on you wracking your body in goosebumps. Your legs shook, your back arched. A fire shot throughout your entire being leaving you speechless.
You were floating for god knows how long until your soul slowly began to descend back into your body.
Both you and Bakugo were rendered immobile for a long time. He panted on top of you, semi-limp dick still inside your flexing cunt.
“Fuck Smart Mouth...” he finally managed, pulling out of your slow and reluctant. “I hate to fuckin’ admit it, but you’re right. You’re the only one that can handle me. And I fuckin’ love that shit.”
You chuckled, winking at him with tired eyes.
“Damn right I am, Bakubrat. And don’t you forget it.”
Whewwww 🥵 when I tell y’all I SNAPPED on this one. I snapped..the whore knee came out of my ass fast!
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