My Hero

Another

"Damn bastard," Bakugo hissed as he walked down the street. Smoke curled from his arms as he smoldered with anger.
"I can't have anything. He's always gotta butt in. First he steals my moves, then he steals my girl."
"So I'm you're girl now?"
Bakugo turned around. Ururaka stood behind him. She had tears in her eyes as she stared at him angrily, her whole body shaking.
"How was he supposed to know when you wouldn't let me tell him?"
Bakugo gritted his teeth. "So that makes it okay?"
"What? That you'd rather look cool than let people know that you love me?"
"I need everyone to think I'm strong."
"They know that you're strong!" she shouted. "They know how powerful you are. But they laugh at you because of your stupid ego. THAT'S what makes you weak. You put on a front and you let it ruin everything around you before you'll let it go."
He stepped closer. She didn't falter.
"And what do you want me to do? Change everything about myself for you? Walk down the halls holding hands?"
"If you loved me, you would."
Bakugo tried to say something, but stopped. He turned around and kept walking.
"I want you to really think about this Katsuki. I want you to think about what you want," Uraraka shouted before turning around and storming off. Bakugo walked another block in silence.
"Boy, that was rough."
Bakugo turned to see the voice that had spoken. Leaning against a wall in a nearby alleyway was a girl about his age. She wore a sweater and a short skirt, like a school outfit. Her blonde hair was styled up into buns on the sides of her head.
"You were watching?"
"I was watching way before that, Bakugo. I've been watching a lot of people. I even saw them in the bedroom the other night," she said with an aroused look on her face.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled.
She looked offended. "Hey, don't get mad at me. She was right. You never claimed her."
Bakugo walked over to the alley. The sun was setting, and the alley was getting darker. His hand sparked, casting a dancing light over the walls.
"Ooh, pretty," she said watching the small explosions.
"I don't care who you are. You keep watching me, you're dead!"
She straightened up. In a flash, her arm whipped out to above his shoulder. He could feel the cold steel of the knife that was pressed against the back of his neck. He froze as she brought her face closer to his.
"I'm Himiko Toga. And this is my knife."
Kacchan started thinking fast. She clearly wasn't right in the head. He needed to distract her before she could stab him. What could he do to catch her off guard?
He kissed her.
Just as he had hoped, the knife pulled slightly away. This was his chance. He shot explosions from his hands and rocketed to the side. He turned back to see Himiko still standing in the same spot, frozen. She still held the knife where his neck used to be. Slowly she lowered the knife and turned her head toward him. Suddenly, she rushed him. Before he knew it, she had tackled him. He started sparking for an attack when he realized something. She had dropped her knife. Her hands were grabbing his chest as she pressed herself into him. He looked up to see her face turn red as she slowly licked her teeth. Slowly, her tongue slithered out and she licked his mouth.
"Your aggression, your explosions... it's all turning me on."
She started to rub herself against his lap. He could feel the heat from her through his jeans. She leaned down and bit his neck. He yelped as she sunk her teeth into him, sucking on his flesh. She sat up, with a small trickle of his blood running down her chin. She was effectively dry humping him slowly now. She grabbed his hand and slid it up her shirt, placing it over her breast.
"Make it pop," she whispered. He obeyed, sparking his hand over her breast. She yelped and moaned with pleasure. He ran his other hand under her skirt. He couldn't resist. She was hot, and the thrill of doing this in a public alley with this total psychopath was turning him on. His fingers slid under, and he found out how wet she was. He sparked his other hand as well. She put her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream. Suddenly, she jerked back. She moved off his lap and unzipped his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock. She playfully bit the head softly before she put it in her mouth. But Bakugo needed more. He reached over and grabbed her waist. He laid down on the ground and sat her on his face. He licked as she sucked. He groaned while she moaned. She had a salty-sweet taste that he couldn't get enough of as he wiggles his tongue deeper into her while sparking his hands against her bare ass. She stopped sucking him off to stifle her screams again. Finally, Bakugo rolled her onto her back. She panted heavily has he spread her legs apart. He rubbed against her clit before burying his cock deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him as he picked up speed. Her nails dug into his back. She bit her lip until it bled. He pounded away at her furiously with the aggression he had felt when he fought with Deku. Finally, she let out a scream that he had to cover as her body shook and writed with pleasure. Seeing her squirm made him cum too, gushing deep inside her. He heaved as his heart pounded. Himiko rolled him onto his back, laying on his chest. He was still inside her, his cock still twitching as the last bits of cum slowly drained. She breathed heavy before finally saying something.
"I guess I can't kill you now."
He sat up. "Yeah. Guess we'll have to murder each other some other time."
She slowly lifted herself, letting his cock slide out gently. She fixed her skirt and picked up her butterfly knife. She brought it to his neck, scraping up the small stream of blood leaking out. "See you around, Kacchan." She licked the knife as she walked down the alley and disappeared.
"Psycho," Bakugo said with a slight grin.