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Bakugou stretched, yawned, and checked his watch.
She was late.
He scowled. She was never late. His stomach did a flip-flop. What if something had gone wrong today? What if she was hurt? Surely as her hero partner - not just her boyfriend - someone would contact him?
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She was late.
Uraraka was hurrying down the street, still in her hero costume - she hadn’t bothered to take it off after the day that she’d had. She just wanted to get home and sink into a hot bubble bath, forgetting all her troubles of the day. After a fight with one villain turning into a four-on-one, she was absolutely exhausted.
She was never late home, ever. She wondered if Bakugou would notice, or if he would just be doing normal Bakugou things. Cooking, playing video games, writing hero reports.
As she reached the door to the home she shared with him, she reached into her bag for her keys. She ached so much. Puffing her cheeks out, she rooted around for a few minutes until she saw the door open before her.
“Oh! Thank you so much,” she breathed, her cheeks pink and hair dishevelled. She marched past Bakugou, dumping her belongings on the sofa.
“I’m going to have a bath!” Uraraka announced over her shoulder, making for the bathroom.
“Hi sweetie how are you? Oh I’m fine, how are you doing angel?” Bakugou said sarcastically, marching over to her and flipping her over his shoulder.
“Baku-hey! What are you doing?” Uraraka beat her hands feebly on his back as he carried her towards the bedroom. He thumped her down on the bed with a smack, and she groaned at the contact with a bruise on her side.
“What’s your problem? That hurt,” she pouted at him.
“You’re late.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re never late.” Bakugou was looking slightly uncomfortable, his trademark frown settled on her. They’d only been dating a few months, and although he knew she was strong and could take care of herself - hell, that was part of his attraction to her - he had felt that strange feeling in his stomach when she hadn’t come home at 8 on the dot today.
“Oh,” Uraraka cocked her head to the side. “You were worried about me?” she couldn’t help but let a small smirk out, and she bit her lip, trying to hide it. Their relationship had been progressing slowly in the ‘feelings’ department, considering it had begun as a friends-with-benefits kinda deal. She was patient with him because she knew he found it hard to express his feelings in ways that weren’t...explosive.
His frown deepened as he noticed her smile.
“Yeah I was, okay? Don’t have to grill me for it,” he crossed his arms and fixed his red eyes on the floor.
“You’re so sweet,” Uraraka smiled at him, a genuine and warm smile this time. She knew that he knew she could handle herself - it was still nice to be worried about, especially by him.
Bakugou scoffed, walking towards her. “That is the last word I would use to describe myself.”
“Good thing it’s me describing you then, isn’t it?” she poked her tongue out at him.
He joined her on the bed, sitting himself up against the headboard and pulling her back against his chest.
“Sorry I threw you,” he muttered into her hair, while he hugged her from behind. “Why were you late?”
“It’s okay,” she sighed, “I just had a really long and stressful day.”
Bakugou made a sympathetic sound, and began to knead her sore muscles while he murmured in her ear.
“What happened, angel?” he cooed, starting at her neck, rubbing small circles into the knots he could feel there.
“I-ahhhhh,” Uraraka groaned. His hands were just the right temperature.
“Right there,” she gasped, dropping her head forward to give him better access to her neck. It was so painful, but so so good. This was one of the many advantages of having Bakugou Katsuki as a boyfriend. To the outside world, he was hotheaded, angry and explosive, but in the comfort of their own home he was the most attentive a man had ever been to her.
“That’s right sweetheart, just relax,” Bakugou spoke softly into her hair. Using one hand to continue rubbing small circles into her neck, he began to unzip her hero costume with the other.
“Let’s get this off, hmm?”
He zipped it all the way down to the small of her back, and peeled the top half completely down to allow him to continue his massage.
He quickly unhooked her bra, used the glycerin from his quirk to lube up his hands, and went to town on her shoulders and back.
“Ahhh Katsuki,” Uraraka hissed, turning into a puddle of mush underneath his strong, weathered hands.
“Is that nice angel?” she could hear the smirk in his voice, but couldn’t resist him, not when he called her by the pet-names she loved so much. A pool of heat was beginning to rise between her legs, but she knew he wouldn’t rush anything. Teasing her was his favourite part.
“It’s perfect,” she groaned, and heard him chuckle behind her.
He slowly began massaging her arms, down to her wrists and hands, then back up to her neck. He traced around her midriff, deliberately avoiding her breasts until she squirmed from frustration.
“Katsuki please,” she keened, rubbing her legs together to try and relieve some of the tension she felt down there.
“Uh-uh, patience little one,” Katsuki took hold of her chin and turned her head to face him for a kiss.
She was so hungry for him already. He could feel it. Her tongue traced his lower lip before biting it, and he smirked into the kiss with her. He had her at his mercy and he hadn’t even touched her properly yet.
He kissed her a little more roughly, letting her know he had every intention of fucking her senseless. His tongue probed for entrance to her mouth, and he swept it along her lips and let it dance with her own tongue.
Uraraka came away panting, with glazed eyes and red lips. She wanted his hands everywhere, his lips everywhere, his cock inside her, she needed him.
Bakugou warmed his hands again, and began to trace patterns around her navel. He slowly, infuriatingly traveled upwards towards her breasts, tracing each one with the rough pads of his fingers.
“Is this what you want?” he murmured as he brushed his thumbs over her erect nipples.
Uraraka gasped, arching her back and nodding vigorously.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, licking the shell of her earlobe and nibbling it, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her nipples while she writhed beneath him.
“I-I want you, Katsuki,” she begged. She felt alive when he touched her, the heat in her legs building and building as he played with her nipples, each stroke sending electric down to her core.
“There’s a good girl,” he crooned, flipping so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. He set to work on her breasts, lavishing each nipple with attention. He sucked and licked one whilst pulling and tugging on the other, never breaking eye contact with Uraraka. She gasped and moaned, bucking into him, trying so desperately to gain friction between her legs.
She watched, glassy-eyed as he suckled on her nipples as if they were his last meal on earth. She loved him like this. He worshiped her whole body, any sense of self-consciousness she had before had been wiped away by his loving hands.
He let her nipple go with a pop, and grinned up at her. He loved everything about her body, from her gorgeous brown eyes to her full, round ass. He stripped the other half of her hero costume off, along with her underwear. Stupid thing was in the way. Then he traveled down her body, squeezing and touching every part of her. He kissed down her navel, all the way until he reached her core. He looped his arms under her legs, and put his palms flat on her hips, to hold her down. She was shaking with anticipation.
Keeping his eyes on hers, Bakugou took one long swipe with his tongue on her. Uraraka moaned, deep and guttural. This was heaven.
He began a steady rhythm of licks and sucks to her clit, keeping her from bucking her hips by holding her down. He tongued her mercilessly while she writhed beneath him, a series of gasps and moans escaping her lips along with murmurs of his name.
Katsuki brought one of his hands back under and slowly slid in one finger, then two. He pumped them into her core, grazing her sweet spot whilst suckling on her clit, eager to make her cum. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, leaving bruise marks.
“Ka-Katsukiiii,” Uraraka keened. She was so close, so so close, just a little more-
“Oh my god-!” Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. As it washed over her, Bakugou didn’t stop his ministrations - he continued through as she rode her high, lapping up her cum greedily.
“There’s my good girl,” he repeated, placing a soft kiss on her clit, making her jump and giggle.
“It’s sensitive!” she flipped away from him, covering herself so he couldn’t overwork her like he always did.
Katsuki grinned. “I know.”
Then he began to strip off himself, only in shorts and tank on his day off. As his cock sprang free, Uraraka unconsciously licked her lips.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at her. She bit her lip in anticipation, crawling towards the edge of the bed where he stood. He looked down at her, lust glazing over his eyes. She took one long lick along the underside of his shaft and he groaned, fisting his hand in her hair.
“You wanna make daddy feel good?” He purred.
Uraraka blinked innocently up at him before sinking his whole cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She maintained eye contact the whole time. He liked to tease her, but she sure as hell gave it back just as good.
Bakugou hissed, his hips bucking as she swallowed him whole. She hummed and began sucking his dick, using her small hand to pump the base where she couldn’t reach with her mouth.
He may be in control most of the time, but this was her forte. He growled as she made suckling noises and moaned around his dick, bobbing up and down. She knew she drove him crazy like this.
He pulled her head back by the hair with a grunt. He couldn’t take much more of that or he’d explode in her mouth.
He pushed her back and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up and sunk into her in one fluid motion.
They both groaned together as he bottomed out, his hands on her hips and her hands fisted in the sheets.
He slowly began thrusting into her from behind, letting himself savour the feel of her around his cock.
“You feel so-good-around me-cheeks,” he growled, punctuating his words with deep and powerful thrusts.
Uraraka moaned. This was her favourite position. Each thrust would hit her just right, and he spewed all his dirty thoughts at her, making her even more slick for him.
He leaned down so his chest was flush with her back. He palmed one of her breasts roughly, and bit her ear, still grinding into her from behind.
“You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you princess?” He growled into her ear. “My good girl, my angel, my Ochako,” he groaned into her neck, quickening his thrusts.
“You’re all mine,” he whispered to her.
Uraraka could feel that familiar feeling building in her core, spurred on by Katsuki’s murmurings of sweet nothings to her.
He left her breast and reached down to rub her clit while he pounded into her.
“Come on princess, cum for daddy,” he hummed into her hair as she panted beneath him.
“I want to feel your cum on my cock,” he started to rut against her harder, “Cum all over daddy’s cock for him.”
Uraraka let out a scream, shuddering as she rode her orgasm and Bakugou began fucking her erratically as he neared his own finish.
“Yes daddy, please cum inside me,” Uraraka was breathing heavily as he fucked her without abandon, hard and fast.
“Yes-ungh-fuck-Ochako,” she felt him go rigid, his cum painting her insides as he moaned her name. He pumped his cock inside her again a few times, then slumped to the side of her.
“I guess you really were worried,” Uraraka giggled, her cheeks flush and hair even messier than it had been from fighting the villains.
Bakugou smiled lazily at her. “Guess I was,” he agreed.
Then he picked her up once more, and headed for the bathroom.
“Let’s get you that bath then, eh?”