Chapter Text
They’re in the third-year common area when it starts. It’s late and the room is inhabited only by the few students studious or dumb enough to be burning the late-night oil. Ochako is (attempting to be) one of the former, hunched over a text in the corner, desperately trying to discern meaning in the numbers splayed across the page.
With a groan she runs her hand through her hair and stretches, letting her eyes flit over the others in the room for the first time in hours. Midoriya is speaking in hushed tones with Todoroki on one of the couches, presumably explaining some nuance in quirks to the other as he listens intently. Next to them, Ashido and Jirou giggle to themselves as they glance at the louder group in the corner comprised of Bakugou, Kaminari, and Kirishima. The latter two seem to be having some sort of playful argument across Bakugou who sits silently between them, face downturned in his usual glare.
Ochako’s arms are still in the air from her stretch when she meets his red gaze, and she freezes. He stares directly at her with a look in his eyes that, while not unfamiliar, is definitely not his normal glare.
It’s with Bakugou’s lust-filled eyes on her that she realizes the position she’s in. With her arms up and back arched, her chest is pushed out enough that it both puts her assets in the limelight and lifts her shirt enough that he can clearly see the toned plane of her stomach.
She needs a break from studying, anyways.
Ochako smiles coyly and continues her stretch further, lifting her shirt higher, never removing her eyes from his. A flash of recognition crosses his face, and he gives the smallest of smirks acknowledging her invitation.
She flips her book shut and tucks it back in the bag by her feet, then slings it over her shoulder as she saunters towards the hall leading to the elevator. She doesn’t have to look back to know that Bakugou is already excusing himself to follow.
Once out of range of prying eyes, Ochako feels a familiar set of hands on her hips, pulling her back towards their owner. She smiles as Bakugou’s hips press against hers and his lips meet her shoulder. Ochako settles her hands on his and hums contentedly.
Approaching voices interrupt the moment. Ochako pulls away with her hands still on his, bringing him with her towards the elevator.
Fingertips are their only connection between eager glances as they enter and Bakugou fumbles with the button to her floor. The doors stay open for far too long, and Ochako can feel his 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 instant 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— or 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. A tender feeling swells in her chest as she looks up at him.
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.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Bakugou intones, then leans back into her space, only a few inches from her nose. “Only if I can see all of you, too.”
Ochako grins. “Deal.”
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. Ochako bites back a moan of anticipation as he turns back towards her. Seeing her still-worn underwear, he scowls.
“What the fuck, Uraraka.” His burning gaze flicks back to her face as he climbs back over her. “I thought we had a deal.”
Ochako giggles. “I got a little distracted,” she replies, already sliding the panties down her legs.
Bakugou looms over her, staring down at her with intensity. “Oh? Well we can’t have that,” he breathes, voice turning gravely. 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.
“God, I fucking love those sounds, Uraraka,” Bakugou pants, “I love hearing you lose it for me.” Just then, his fingertips find her clit again, and Ochako writhes with pleasure beneath him. “Oh fuck yes, Uraraka.”
“Bakugou,” she moans, and she can feel his cock twitch within her as she says his name. She can feel the pressure building within her, and she’s not going to last much longer with his attention on her clit.
Bakugou leans down to catch her mouth in a hasty kiss, only to lose it again moments later. “Uraraka, Uraraka,” he moans her name into her ear on repeat as he continues to push into her. “Fuck I’m not going to hold out much longer…”
Ochako drags her nails down his back again, hard. “Then don’t,” she breathes, and he shudders, “cum for me, Bakugou.”
With that, Bakugou, impossibly, picks up his pace with a groan. His thumb circles her clit faster in time with his quickened thrusts, and Ochako 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.
In the midst of it, she feels Bakugou grab her hips hard and her fucks her at a breakneck pace, and then he’s moaning along with her, emptying himself into her as he repeats her name—her first name—like a prayer. He collapses onto her, both of them sweaty and panting and thoroughly spent.
They lay like that for a minute, before Bakugou pulls out of her slowly then rolls off of her and on to his back, still breathing hard from the exertion. Ochako’s eyelids flutter shut for a moment, happy to just soak in the afterglow.
Ochako feels movement next to her, and her eyes blink open to meet Bakugou’s gazing down at her. His expression is uncharacteristically soft as he leans over her, simply meeting her eyes for several long seconds. Then, his lips meet hers in a slow, tender kiss, not at all like their ones before. The warm swelling returns to Ochako’s chest and she smiles into the kiss, savoring the gentleness. When Bakugou pulls away, there is something in his expression that triggers further butterflies in Ochako’s stomach.
The moment passes, however, and Bakugou lays back down, letting out a satisfied sigh. Ochako meets him, gently laying her head down on his hard chest. They don’t say anything; they simply enjoy each other’s presence as they relax.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ochako knows that he’ll need to be leaving soon to avoid their classmates’ suspicion. For now they are content to exist in the same space, so many things unspoken between them. But that was fine.
Some things are better left unsaid.