Katsuki Bakugo

you don’t know how it happened exactly… At first, you and Bakugo were arguing over something pointless, specifically who’s quirk is better in the empty classroom. He had always challenged you, obsessed over you and shit. For goodness sakes he tried exploding you during hero training and his only excuse was “you’re in my way, nerd.” But now here you are, bent over one of the desks hearing the desk creek beneath you as Bakugo pounded into you. His hand fisted your hair pulling your head into the desk more to muffle your moans and give a lesser chance of getting caught. His hips pistons against yours an occasional grunt escaping his lips. he never let up his speed, and the way his thick veiny shaft stretched you completely was exquisite. your wrists and ankles were tied to the desk, your ass up and presented to him while he continued his relentless assault, his hands gripping your hips so tightly to the point of leaving bruises. “..Fuck!” he groaned finally emptying himself deep inside you wave after wave causing you to approach your orgasm as he prolonged both of your pleasures. After you both came down from your high, you expected him to be finished with you and untie you. But he didn’t. surprisingly his hips started moving again, this time slower savoring the feeling of your tight sloppy hole. “fuck.. not done yet… gonna ruin you for anyone else, you slutty whore…” he groaned.