Ochaco’s Gym Night

*Ochaco Uraraka* sprawled across her bed *braless* and the city’s neon glow filtered through her apartment window at 3 A. M. The weekend had been painfully quiet—no villains, no chaos, just routine patrols and paperwork.

Her hero heart itched for action. Wide awake, she scrolled through Twitter on her phone, the blue light illuminating her pink cheeks and frazzled brown hair.

Her feed buzzed with her former UA classmates stealing the spotlight.

A post from Mina Ashido’s fan account caught her eye: *Pinky Crushes Anti-Quirk Cult Leader!* The photo showed Mina, pink skin gleaming, black racoon guys wide, grinning wickedly into the camera, her fist clamped around the cultist’s exposed red testicles that were bulging between her fingers.

His face twisted in raw agony as cops closed in.

“Oh my…” Ochaco blushed and felt her stomach warm up.

The caption read: *“New move? Nut-Goop Neutralizer!”* Fans were losing it, speculating Mina’s popularity was about to skyrocket. Ochaco snorted, shaking her head of the thoughts of what those balls must have felt like.

*Crushed almost to their breaking point…*

“H-Heh, oh classic Mina.” Shaking her head she scrolls and another post loads—a shaky video of Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyoka Jiro during a bank heist takedown.

Momo, poised as ever with her even bigger tits, materialized smoke bombs from her arms and open chest, the clouds choking out the robbers.

However it was Jiro who caught the gravity girl’s attention because as she slipped through the haze, her earjacks glowing in the video, she unleashes two crackling shockwave kicks between two men’s spread legs.

*A heartbeat amped punt to their balls could be dangerous! No way are they having kids after that…* breathing heavy Ochaco kept watching as The robbers crumpled, their knees buckling inward and their high-pitched squeals hitting soprano notes.

Ochaco winced, then laughed. “Ouch…They’re *singing* for mercy.”

Inspired though, she tossed her phone aside, swapping pajamas for pink leggings that hugged her now thick hips and a black tank top that defined her swelling chest. The all-night pro hero gym was her escape—empty this late, perfect for burning off her restlessness.

Headphones in, blasting a thumping beat, she drove through Musutafu’s silent streets, the city’s pulse faint but alive.

The gym’s harsh lights buzzed as she stepped inside, expecting solitude. Instead, rhythmic *thuds* echoed.

*Katsuki Bakugo,* shirtless in black shorts, was demolishing a punching bag in the corner. Sparks from his explosion quirk flickering with each hit. His muscles glistened, his crimson eyes locked on his target.

His large scars along his right arm, chest, and cheek made him look like a soldier. Which reminds her that they did win one once upon a time ago…

*Mm. Has he gotten….bigger?* She blushed again but fixed on a shocked look as she walked closer.

Yanking out an earbud she says, “Bakugo? You’re haunting the gym at 3 a.m.?”

He paused, wiping sweat, his glare sharp. “Tch. Could say the same, Cheeks. What, no villains to float?” He cracked his knuckles, stepping away from the bag.

“Too quiet out there,” she said, dropping her gym bag. “Saw Mina and Momo owning it on Twitter, though. Got me itching for a fight.”

“Oh yeah? Thought you were all about rescuing.” He raises a blonde eyebrow and lingers on her thick thighs and powerful biceps.

*What the fuck? Has she always been this—hot? Fuckin Deku, lucky ass…* grunting he feels her pulling him in and he can’t help but feel blood rush to his thick soft cock.

She grinned, stepping onto the sparring mat. “Yeah but I like to get my *hands dirty* sometimes too, you know? Gunhead always said it’s important to remember our fists can be weapons too. And I want to be a sharp one…so Spar? Or are you scared I’ve been picking up new tricks?”

She saw his fist clench and she knew she had him hooked. *Always go for a man’s ego to get a shot at his…*

Is that why she wants to spar? To get a bust in herself like the other girls? Her eyes did focus on his well hung bulge pressed against his thigh and between his legs.

*If he’s got a big…thing, then he’s bound to have big balls just waiting to be grabbed.*

Bakugo scoffed, joining her. “You? Tricks? Don’t make me laugh.” His stance widened, all power and menace. “No quirks this time. Fists only and I ain’t gentle. So if you don’t want to die give up now.”

Ochaco bounced on her toes, eyes glinting with a plan now.

“Good. ‘Cause I might be working on a special uravity move.” She made a quick, exaggerated hand gesture—mimicking crushing a pair of fragile testicles, her fingers curling with a playful smirk. “It’s Mina’s inspiring.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, but his lips twitched. “You’re all talk, Uraraka. Let’s see if you can back that up.”

The fight exploded into motion. Bakugo’s jab came like a rocket; Ochaco ducked, her reflexes razor-sharp, countering with a swift elbow to his ribs. He grunted, aiming a knee at her side.

*She’s quick like back then. At the sports festival. My blasts kept her at a distance but now—*

She spun, grabbing his arm, using his momentum to flip him. He hit the mat but rolled, springing up with a feral grin.

“Damn. You’re quick but still lacking in power, Cheeks!” he taunted, lunging with a flurry of punches.

She weaved, landing a palm strike to his chest. “Says the guy eating floor!” Her footwork danced around his power, dodging a spinning kick that grazed her arm.

She retaliated, sweeping his legs but He caught himself by grabbing her wrist, pulling her close. Their breaths mingled, eyes locked, sweat dripping.

He could feel the hot furnace between her legs as his slowly hardening long cock throbs against her thigh.

*Fuck he’s big!* She feels it and he tries to cover by shit talking.

“New move, huh?” he growled, forcing a smirk but blushing. “Better not be that egg-crushing grab crap Mina’s been using these days. she’s been trying on Kirishima.”

Ochaco smirked, pushing her thigh against the outline of his thickening cock. She felt it pulse again under her spell, and she knew she had him off-guard.

"Oh, you noticed?" she teased, her voice a little raspy. "But, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Watch out for my legs."

Ochaco's grin grew as she stepped back, her muscles flexing as she prepared to put her plan into action. She feigned a kick towards his midsection with her left , but at the last second, she swung her right leg in an arc, aiming for between his legs and nailing his left melon size testicle full force.

*WHAM!* The moment her toes connected, she felt a firmness that made her pussy throb. She got him right in the bomb makers!

“Ahh! Fuck!” Bakugo’s eyes widened as his knees crossed funny and he began to lose his balance. “Ohh fuck no…”

Ochaco’s fake pout grew as she danced back and watches him wobble. “Oo, that one landed but did I get them both? H-Heh or are you just that sensitive?”

“C-Cheating..brat…” Throwing a jab her way, Ochaco’s eyes go serious as she slips into his punch to grab around his shoulder joint and lock her hands together to trap him in place.

“I think I’ll call this one *Meteorite Knee Crusher.* Tell me if it leaves a *crater* in one of your balls…” she whispers, her breath hot in his ear.

Her left leg shot up with surprising grace and strength. He tried to twist away, but she had him locked. The impact of her knee against his testicles was like a meteor smacking into the Earth, sending shockwaves through his body.

“UGHH!” This time Bakugo’s tough guy grunts were cracking into a pathetic squeal of nut pain. Similar to the robbers from Jiro’s kicks.

*Mmm that’s it. That’s the sound of a man’s balls being used against them!* Ochaco hypes herself up as she swings her knee up between his legs again! Flattening both fat grenades into his pelvis and making him scream like a terrified girl.

*CRUNCH!*

“My Nuts! PLEASE! Uraraka AHHH!” Another ball breaking knee crushes into his right testicle and for the first time Bakugo thinks he’s going to lose everything.

Her knee grinds back and forth and she can feel the two sturdy but now doughy nads roll around like marbles. She keeps her eyes locked on his face, watching his expression twist into a mask of pure agony and defeat, his eyes filled with tears.

“I-I give, cheeks! Don’t break MY BALLS!” he gasps out, his voice hoarse from the pain. His hands squeezing her hips, wanting to protect his manhood, but she keeps her knee firmly in place. She can feel the heat and wetness from his sweat seeping into her leggings, but she’s too focused on her victory to care.

*I finally won.*

“This…is for being a man and taking our rematch seriously.” She pecks him on the cheek as she looses her hold on his shoulder and she lowers her knee.

He shudders and stands on shaky legs, looking at her with tears in his eyes as she smiles and lines up a perfect kick to his outlined sack. She could see his face was a mix of shock, pain, betrayal and a strange kind of *admiration?*

Pulling back her foot she gives him a thumbs up before soccer punting his perfectly healthy balls so hard his stomach tensed with overwhelming nausea as his testicular cords vibrate with hot white pain.

“Noooooo!!!” Shrieking as both of his fat danglers crushed themselves against each other, he can *feel* the exact moment her toes slams into *both balls* to send them shriveling up into his body.

“Yesss! I got you *Right in the center of your balls!*”

Her chant echoed through the gym as she watched him writhe in agony on the mat. The pain had taken him to his knees, his body bent over and his hands cupped protectively over his ruined nutsack.

“Fuckkk…cheeks, y-you crushed m-my fucking ballssss!”

She felt a rush of power and satisfaction as he lost his all powerful aura. Her heart was racing as she watched her own handy work.

Grinning she crouches beside him and makes him look at her. “And that…was for every time you made Deku’s life hard. I look forward to *busting your balls* for every bad thing you’ve ever said to *my man* in the past…”

Bakugo's cheeks burned redder than any of his explosions. “Cheeky bitch!” He growled through his teeth as the pain subsided slightly. But she knew he liked it—his cock was now straining against his shorts, betraying his true feelings.

*Guess I didn’t break them. Good to know.*

She lifts her foot over his clasped hands and he begins to sweat. “Call me that one more time and I’ll squish them for real this time.”

Ochaco's smile was as sweet as sugar but the promise in her eyes was as deadly as a viper's venom.

Bakugo glared at her, his teeth clenched and his face red with both anger and the agonizing pain between his legs. "Ughh…fine," he grunted, his voice strained. "You got me…Uraraka. I'll…behave."

That maneater grin similar to Togas appears on the muffin soft hero’s face and she squirms with pleasure. *“Good Boy. Hehe, we’re going to get along so well now.”*