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It’s easy when Bakugou follows her towards her room with lust in his eyes. They both know what’s coming—it’s what they both want, after all. Fingertips are their only connection between eager glances as they enter the elevator and fumble with the buttons in their haste. What’s less easy is when the doors stay open for far too long and Ochako can feel Bakugou’s eyes on her, boring into her skin. His fingertips brush her hips hesitantly—not because he doesn’t want to touch, but because he doesn’t want the world to see.
The moment the doors meet in the center he’s on her, his hands gripping her and twirling her around to face him. Before she can protest he has her pinned against the metal, his lips pressing hard against hers in an insistent kiss. Ochako races to meet his desperation, twining her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. Bakugou groans as he pushes at her lips with his tongue, and Ochako happily lets him in. This is far from her—their first kiss, and she hums happily at the familiar feeling of his tongue wrapping around hers.
The elevator dings and he’s off her in an instant, glaring at the opening doors with a ferocity she is long-since used to. Bakugou pushes forward as soon as possible, leaving a panting Ochako to catch up. She pushes herself from the wall and stumbles towards where he is waiting in the empty hallway.
Her trembling hands can hardly unlock her door, and when they do, Bakugou pushes them both through as quickly as possible. The door has hardly shut when his hands are on her again, pulling at her waist to connect their lips again. He kisses her hard, like he is starving and she’s a five-course meal, and she loves it. Ochako eagerly swallows his attention as he walks her backwards into her room.
Their teeth click together with the force, but neither of them mind. Ochako feels the calloused tips of Bakugou’s fingers meeting the skin of her waist, and already the feeling is almost too much. She can’t help the gasp that escapes her lips as his eager hands continue up beneath her shirt, skirting along the bottom of her ribcage. They meet the bottom edge of her bra, and Bakugou makes a noise of annoyance at the barrier. Ochako giggles, and breaks the kiss momentarily to pull her loose shirt over her head. The moment it’s discarded, his hands are back on her hips, crashing them into his as they continue backwards.
Suddenly, Ochako feels the edge of her bed on her legs. Bakugou continues to press forward, and she finds herself tumbling backwards onto her mattress with the blond looming over her. They hadn’t bothered turning on the lights—they never do—but Ochako’s curtains are open and the moonlight streaming through her window makes Bakugou glow with an ethereal light. The untamable spikes of his hair shine almost white, and, despite the shadow cast, there’s no denying that his normally red eyes are dark with need. He’s beautiful, she thinks. For a moment she feels a tender swell in her chest as she looks up at him.
That moment ends quickly. Bakugou practically growls as he climbs up over her, roughly pushing her onto the bed properly. His right leg slips between hers and he dips his head down to meet her in another blistering kiss. One of Bakugou’s hands trails up from her hips, roughly dragging his fingers along her soft skin. Ochako gasps as trails his thumb across the thin material of her bra, catching her nipple as he does. Bakugou pulls back from the kiss, grinning wolfishly, before he runs his thumb over the hardened bud again. A jolt of pleasure shoots through Ochako’s body, and the only thing she wants now is more.
Bakugou dips his head again and nips at her ear, then trails lower on her neck, leaving open-mouth kisses as he does. He slides his hand under Ochako’s back, searching for the clasp on her bra. He nips at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she arches her back in a gasp. Ochako can feel his grin on her neck as he deftly undoes the clasp with one hand with surprising dexterity, and suddenly her bra is gone and his fingers have returned to her breast.
Bakugou flicks his thumb over her nipple, and Ochako has to bite back a moan. He knows exactly how to touch her to get a reaction, and it’s infuriating. She threads her fingers through his hair to pull him away and regain some control but—oh. Bakugou bites down on her neck again, sucking softly, and catches her nipple in a delicate pinch. Ochako finds herself, instead of in control, panting and pawing at his back in pleasure. She moans softly as he continues his assault, digging her fingertips into his back to draw him closer.
Instead, Bakugou trails his kisses and bites down, down, until he’s face to face with her other, neglected breast. He flicks his tongue out against it just as he pinches the other one, and Ochako hurriedly bites her lip to temper the sound she makes in reaction. Bakugou’s lips descend properly, taking the bud into his mouth, properly giving it the attention it deserves.
Ochako finds her fingers in his hair again as she writhes beneath him, simultaneously overstimulated and wanting more. She trails her hands down the muscled plane of his back, only to drag her nails back up sharply, and this time it’s his turn to moan. Bakugou glances back up as he rolls her nipple between his teeth, doubling his attention on the sensitive spot. Ochako pulls harder at his hair in response, pleased with his actions.
Bakugou pulls his mouth off her with a wet pop and she keens at the loss. It is only momentary, though, as she hears the rustle of Bakugou pulling off his shirt. Their three years of training at UA had been kind to him, sculpting his form into one rivaling any muscled Greek sculpture. Ochako swipes her eyes down his form, enjoying the view he was giving her just by removing his shirt.
Bakugou’s predatory gaze meets hers once more, and he smirks. “Like what you see, angel-face?”
Ochako hums in agreement. “Do you know what would make me like it more?” She hooks her fingers into the top of his pants. “I’d like it more if I could see all of it.”
And just like that, she is hastily undoing the button of her jeans as Bakugou steps off the bed to do the same. Both of their pants make contact with the floor in unison. Ochako hooks her thumb under the elastic of her underwear, then pauses, letting her gaze drift back to the fiery blond currently undressing in her room.
Bakugou grabs the waistband of his underwear and pulls it down far too slowly for Ochako’s taste. It feels like it takes ages for it to reveal the present beneath, but oh was the wait worth it. Bakugou is large and fully erect, pre-cum already shining in the moonlight. Every detail of him is absolutely gorgeous, and that familiar ache of affection flutters through Ochako’s chest again. A jolt shoots through her when Bakugou’s eyes turn to her again, dark and wanting. Now is clearly not the time to be addressing her feelings for the class’s resident asshole, so Ochako pushes the warmth she feels back into the depths of her heart. She bites her lower lip and slips her panties off quickly, banishing them with the rest of her clothing.
Bakugou looms over her, staring down at her with intensity. He leans down to catch her lips in a searing kiss once more, slowly lowering his body on to hers.
Ochako gasps as she feels his length brush against her. She was already wet when they stumbled into her room, but now she could practically feel herself dripping onto her sheets. Ugh, she’s going to have to wash them again.
She is pulled out of her thoughts by Bakugou’s fingers brushing against her clit, and she moans into his mouth. He gently circles the nub with his calloused fingertip once, twice, three times before settling into the slow rhythm he knew would take her apart.
Ochako breaks off their heated kiss, panting and groaning and reaching down to find his cock. As she takes hold of it in her small hand, Bakugou hisses in pleasure. She smiles to herself as she begins pumping it, slow and teasing like he was doing to her. She runs her thumb over the slit, and Bakugou lets out the most sinful of noises that Ochako thinks she may cum then and there.
Bakugou removes his hand suddenly and Ochako whimpers at the loss, only to find his hand meeting hers on his dick. He guides her through a few more strokes, then pushes her off and lines himself up with her wetness.
“You’ve been taking your pill, right?” He asks, panting and impatient. Ochako gives a small nod, and he grins. “Good.”
He pushes the tip into her and they gasp together, Ochako grasping at her sheets. Slowly, Bakugou pushes further and further into her until he is fully sheathed. She basks in the feeling of fullness before he draws out and pushes back in, faster this time, and she sees stars.
Bakugou begins a building pace of pistoning into her. As he drives hard into her, Ochako can’t contain herself with his motions. Her small noises become medium noises become big noises as the pace quickens, and she finds herself wantonly moaning as he slams hard into her.
“Bakugou,” she moans, and she can feel his cock twitch within her as she says his name. Her padded fingers trail down her body towards where they’re joined. As she circles her clit she arches towards him with a gasp. “Oh, God, you feel amazing.”
With that, Bakugou, impossibly, picks up his pace with a smirk. Ochako circles her clit faster in time with his quickened thrusts, and she feels herself nearing the edge. She’s climbing and climbing and then-
“Fuck, Katsuki!” Ochako gasps, and she’s falling. Her orgasm rips through her and she’s shaking and writhing and she can’t control her body anymore it feels so good.
Ochako can’t help her fluttering heart in the wake of her orgasm. The lines of Bakugou’s face are jaw-dropping in the light, his look of pleased focus, the feeling of connectedness—it’s all too much and not enough. She wants more, more than he can give her, and a jolt or realization goes through her in time with his thrusts.
I love him. She shudders as Bakugou’s grip on her hips tighten. I’m in love with Bakugou-!
Ochako feels pinpricks behind her eyes, and she hurriedly shuts them, hoping to twist her expression into one of pleasure—not that he’s paying attention. She knew their arrangement: sex. Just that. That was what they agreed upon, that’s what kept him coming. Neither of them had the time for “that emotional bullshit,” as Bakugou so succinctly put it. He doesn’t want me like that, she insists, but the stinging only gets stronger.
She feels Bakugou’s rough hand cup her jaw, and her eyes fly open to meet his just as he kisses her roughly. His tongue takes what it wants from her and Ochako whimpers into it, once again overwhelmed. She squeezes her eyes shut, hoping to stem the approaching tears.
Bakugou pulls away from the kiss and Ochako’s eyes open involuntarily. She meets his gaze and he flashes a momentary toothy grin before pulling out of her and gripping her hips roughly. Using his (amazing, sexy, perfect) strength, he flips her over and pulls her onto her knees, her ass in the air. He groans at the sight before lining himself up again and pushing into her roughly.
That push is what breaks the dam on her emotions. Suddenly, there are hot tears dripping down Ochako’s cheeks as Bakugou plows into her, his fingertips digging blissfully into her hips. She gasps in time with his thrusts, enjoying the bittersweet feeling of being so perfectly joined with him. She needs this, she needs him, she needs more, and she reaches one hand back to pull his hips harder into hers.
Groaning, Bakugou ups the tempo and fucks her at a breakneck pace. Ochako bites back her noises as she fists her free hand in the sheets. The mattress caresses her face and wipes her tears away like a lover, hiding them away from prying eyes. She’s so stupid, crying like this. The feeling of him moving in her is amazing and just so right—it’s too much. This little piece of heaven isn’t hers and can never be hers. She digs her fingers into Bakugou’s skin harder, hoping to leave some little mark.
He continues pushing and pushing and then he’s moaning, emptying himself into her as he finishes and she wishes he’d just say her name. He collapses onto her, sweaty and panting and thoroughly spent as her eyes continue to drip. Ochako wipes hurriedly at them, hoping to regain some semblance of emotional stability before he sees.
They lay like that for a minute, before Bakugou rolls off her bed and on to his feet, hardly sparing her a glance as he slips his discarded clothes back on. Ochako lays flat and watches him with tears still in her eyes, burning his beautiful image into her memory.
Bakugou ruffles his hair back to its usual volume and side-eyes the girl on the bed, expression unreadable. In the darkness, she’s sure he’s unable to see the broken look on her face, but somehow it looks like he knows.
He lightly slaps her ass as he leans over, leaving a short peck on her forehead. “See ya, angel-face,” he whispers, uncharacteristically quiet, then he’s out the door and she’s alone.
A sob bubbles through the cotton in her chest, and Ochako curls in on herself. So, so stupid.