You. Lost. (Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako)

You Lost (Bakugou x Uraraka)

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WARNING: Rated M for mature. Contains graphic content

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Dirty and cute Lemon fan-fic, my favorite!

Bakugou and Ururaka have been playing a twisted game with each other.

How far will it go this time?

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WARNING

Contains graphic adult content. All characters are aged up to 18.

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The bet was simple: The winner gets to pick one thing the loser has to do.

Bakugou couldn't remember which of them had thrown down the original challenge, only that an argument between them during a particularly close sparring match had escalated and lead to its creation. In the heat of the moment, they'd both accepted the challenge, each certain they were going to be the victor over the other. Neither could have imagined it would turn into what it had become.

He and Uraraka had been playing this twisted game for a few months now and it was starting to get good.

She'd been the one to approach him about practicing together. She'd waited for him to be alone in the school courtyard, knowing full well that he would reject her request if anyone was around to witness it.

He remembered her plea, she'd insisted he 'not go easy on her'. As if he'd ever give less then everything, it wasn't his style to turn-down for anyone. He was glad she'd asked him, though he kept that detail to himself, her boldness impressed him. Not many people would have approached him for a favor, let alone the favor of getting their ass kicked. He'd accepted, under the condition that it would be done in private. He didn't need anyone from class 1-A giving him shit about his sessions with Round Face.

From that point on, they'd started meeting once a week to throw-the-fuck-down. She was pretty good, not as good as him, but... good. She didn't give up easily, and he respected the hell out of that.

To prep her for their weekly battles, he'd give her small challenges to complete. He'd push her to run an additional mile, add five more push-ups to her set or do ten more sit-ups then she'd done the day before. If what she'd told him was true and she really wanted to become a better fighter, she needed to build her strength. Little things like this were slowly adding up and forcing her to grow stronger. She was improving for sure.

Then they'd created the winner's bet.

At first, he'd been reluctant to agree, but he'd always had a hard time saying no to a challenge. Especially when the challenger was tiny and sported goofy-ass pink cheeks.

It started innocently enough, she'd actually won the first time. It was a quick and sneaky attack, but she took him out nonetheless. One pat on his unguarded back and she'd had him floating like a beet red balloon of rage.

Her request: "make me a delicious dinner! But not too spicy, Bakugou."

No problem. Cooking came easily to him. She'd enjoyed his meal immensely. If he was being honest with himself, he'd enjoyed her enjoying it far more then he ever could have imagined. It'd been nice, sitting together, being showered in her complements, and watching her smile while she ate his cooking. It was also nice watching her lick little splashes of his curry off the pink pads of her fingertips and lips. However, admitting to that was not a card he was about to play any time soon.