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NSFW - Another Time {MHA / BNHA - Katsuki Bakugou x Ochako Uraraka} - CHAPTER ONE - This Morning

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou has feelings for someone he had hardly even acknowledged before the beginning of his Sophomore year at U.A University, but instead of confronting his feelings head-on (as he does with everything else), he pushes them off in hopes that they’d go away.

Unfortunately, that’s not how emotions work.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Uraraka Ochako

Note: This is an NSFW fanficiton. It takes place during a period where all the characters mentioned are adults, and act accordingly.

Word Count: 9.8k

Author’s Note:

Hello everyone! Before we start, I wanted to go over a few key details that aren't mentioned in this chapter.

First and foremost: This is a NSFW fanfiction, meaning it was written by and meant for ADULT EYES ONLY. Additionally, all characters mentioned are OVER 18; in fact, the characters are in their twenties, attending U.A University. I made the slight change to accommodate their age as well as further develop the characters as if they were continuing their studies.

Secondly: There is a mention of drugs in the beginning of the chapter. Because I strive for some realism, I am writing the fic under the assumption that they're still living and thriving in Japan. After doing some research, there is a drug scene in Japan, although it is small. On average, maybe three or four our of all the students in a high school have done something such as smoke marijuana; even so, the price is absurdly high and the quality is really low. Law enforcement also doesn't play around when it comes to drug usage- they are all illegal. Despite this knowledge, drugs are a big part of the story's beginning, and so I left it in and am calling it out of character.

Lastly, I am writing these characters as adult versions of themselves, and only using the knowledge I have of MHA right now as a source (Season 3 is as far as I've watched so far). The characters may be a little OOC, but I'm trying my best.

I hope you enjoy!

<3 AA Edit #1 - March 29, 2024: Added more content for this chapter and made some edits for better flow and continuity.

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Bakugou didn’t know when it had started, officially. When he and Uraraka had begun to become so comfortable with one another that being in each other’s space was normal, and, dare he say, comforting. He assumed it was because alcohol had tainted them with suggestions normally kept hidden away in the deeper facets of the mind; or because the way things felt when they were high was just so pleasant. Or maybe they were just in the right place at the right time, and it was all a huge coincidence that devolved into… well, this.

He’d been lying awake for what felt like at least an hour, staring at his dorm ceiling in the semi-dark. It was early Tuesday afternoon, when Bakugou only had morning classes. Next to him snoozed away Gravity Girl, who was currently entangled in the blankets that had been tossed around the bed. He sighed. He never got over the post-coital naps they frequently had; she had always looked so peaceful when she slept, her face completely relaxed and her cheeks still dusted with a light pink. The corners of his mouth started to turn upwards, and quickly he rerouted his gaze back to the ceiling. He didn’t want to entertain those thoughts. The ones that centered on the girl next to him, and how he felt about her if he dug deep enough.

Still, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the first time they ever did something like this. It’d only been a few months ago, but sometimes it felt longer. Bakugou secretly wished it had been longer- so that maybe he could justify the tumultuous feelings he had to continually push down just so he could remain sane.

. . .

Uraraka. The girl that hung around Deku like they were attached at the hip. He honestly thought they would end up dating with how close they were- Midoriya was always the first person she went to, whether it was because she needed help studying, wanted to cry to him about some boy that broke her heart, or just wanted to hang out and cure her boredom with meaningless talk. Bakugou never expected her to show up at Kirishima’s party- especially considering the fact that he was known for throwing parties that no one could remember. The bastard always managed to get his hands on drugs that he definitely shouldn’t be using; marijuana, MDMA, sometimes even cocaine if one of the other extras offered to chip in for the high-as-hell price and swore to secrecy. And of course, there was always alcohol. Alcohol that managed to make Bakugou feel warm, comfortable, and, for once, like he didn’t have to pretend to be completely confident in himself: he just was. Some thought he became an arrogant asshole, like how he acted when he was younger- but, if he drank enough, his self-doubt was thrown out the window, and that felt good; all the anxiety that he’d been building up since he first started to pursue becoming a hero just disappeared.

So, there he was, sunk into the couch with a drink in hand while Hair For Brains and Pikachu started to set up the table and cups for beer pong. He took a long sip, earning a look from Shitty Hair. He shrugged in his direction, barely looking past the TV. He didn’t care that he wasn’t helping- in fact, he didn’t care about anything at all. Not at the moment, anyway. He took another gulp from his cup, eyeing the pair of boys as they worked. Kaminari glanced at Kirishima, but otherwise said nothing. They both knew he didn’t care about the party part, so they left him alone unless they really needed help with something. Plus, Bakugou was the only one in his friend group that had waited until he was actually of age to drink- and, on top of that, he was the one that bought, and snuck, the alcohol into the dorms. Kirishima owed him this one.

In all honesty, Bakugou found the whole thing kind of boring- and ridiculous. The inside of the dorm, which was previously furnished to look like a bedroom, had been totally redone: there was only a couch, a small-ish television that sat atop an unsturdy media cabinet, and plastic tables littered around every corner. On the tables, of course, were everything from bottles of alcohol, solo cups, and a strongly mixed punch bowl to pre-rolled joints and small baggies of booger sugar. The blond scoffed as they were being set up- was there really any point to making it look nice and neat when everyone was just going to mess it up? But, it was for Kirishima, and so he just kept his mouth shut. This was his thing. He wasn’t going to rag on it just because he didn’t understand it. Somewhere in the time between the pair of boys setting things up and the rest of the party-goers arriving, Bakugou’s “pregame” turned into getting pretty fucking buzzed. He had only had a few drinks so far- the first one wasn’t that bad, and didn’t even taste like alcohol, but the second and third drinks were noticeably stronger. It was halfway through the last drink that he had started to hear a buzzing in his mind, one that clouded all the bad stuff and made him feel great. By the time he’d finished the glass, though, things were starting to become a bit blurry, and he needed to sit down for a while before he attempted to move around any more.

Before he knew it, students started filtering into the room, some he recognized, others he didn’t. The ever-burning flame of the party, Mina, made an appearance, of course, and he opened his mouth to comment on her outfit. She was wearing a skin-tight animal print bodysuit, flashy bracelets hanging off of her wrists and a new headband to complete the look. Bakugou had squinted at them and asked her where she’d gotten them, to which she replied, “wouldn’t you like to know”. He just rolled his eyes and looked the other direction. It wasn’t like they were friends… Just that she was dating Kirishima. He didn’t understand what he saw in her, but that's none of his business. She made him happy, and that’s all that mattered. He leaned forward from his previous sitting position, placing his elbows on his thighs and his face in his hands. The music had started to play, and the chatter from everyone talking to one another had drowned out everything else. He was beginning to suddenly have a headache, but to be fair, he didn’t know his limits when it came to drinking. But, he supposed it was their Sophomore year of college. It was the time for taking risks and proving yourself. But what was a risk with no reward? Stupid. That’s what that was.

Suddenly, another voice broke through his thoughts, and he realized it was coming from outside of his head. “Kacchan? Are you okay?”

Oh. Great. It was Deku. Nerdy Deku. Leave it to him to come find him at the worst possible moment- when he was at his most vulnerable, too. His head pounded, and he started to feel a little sick, so all he could do was let out a low groan in response. This is exactly why he didn’t bother to drink- and especially why he’d never got drunk. Before Bakugou could even glance to his right, however, the other mumbled something and left, reappearing suddenly at his side with a cold bottle of water. Through his fingers, he stared at it, processing everything at a snail’s pace. “Here,” the other gestured, extending the bottle out to him as if it were a gift. When Bakugou didn’t budge, he reiterated; “This is for you. It’s water. You shouldn’t start drinking without it…” For some reason, Bakugou found that funny. He let out a puff of air through his nose, and then another one, and then he was chuckling. He shook his head and unceremoniously grabbed the water, unscrewing it and drinking it as fast as he could. Maybe Izuku was right; he should’ve remembered to sip some water between his drinks. But, the far more cosmically funny option had already occurred, and he couldn’t get it out of his head that of course Deku fucking noticed. For fuck’s sake, he notices everything. Especially if your name happens to be Katsuki fucking Bakugou. “You know,” the blond started, his speech already slightly slurred. He paused, staring at the empty bottle in his hands. And then, painfully slow, he glanced up at the green-haired boy in front of him. They were Rivals- right? Or, at least, that’s what they were supposed to be. Maybe in another life, they could be friends. Hell, maybe in another life, they were enemies; a Hero and a Villian, perhaps? “Uh… what is it?”

Deku was clearly not intoxicated- or at least, completely sober right at this moment. His interruption brought Bakugou back from his train of thought, and at this point, he’d completely forgotten what he was saying. Deku had brought him a water… oh! Right.

“Thanks. For the water. I really appreciate it.” Awkwardly, Bakugou smiled at the end, but it was lopsided and weird looking… Midoriya raised a brow and examined him for a brief second before asking loudly, “Are you drunk? The party just started- how much did you drink?” The blond shrugged, but his face started to feel hot as he glanced around the room. It was still spinning, of course, but it was less like he was strapped to the front of a Tilt-A-Whirl and more like he was on a gently-rocking boat. He could handle a boat- plus, the water was a welcome addition to the alcoholic concoction sitting in his stomach right now. He opened his mouth to answer, but immediately the breath was knocked out of him as Kirishima smacked him square in the back. “Yo! Bakubro! We need a fourth on our team for beer pong! Wanna join?” He looked at his friend through angry brows, staring at him for a second before turning back to Deku- he looked concerned, almost worried, and glanced between the pair that was currently in front of him. Bakugou looked back at Shitty Hair, and sighed. Why not, right? One ‘sure’ later, and Kirishima nodded, extending a hand for Bakugou to take. Of course, he didn’t take it. Instead, he pushed himself up, and stumbled for a moment before he caught himself. Izuku was up in a second, hands hovering around him as if he would keel over into his arms. “Kacchan, I really don’t think that this is a good idea- maybe you should sit back down, or get some food before you-” “Nah, it’s all good, Midoriya! I can take care of him, no sweat.” Kirishima interrupted, and despite knowing that Deku had the best intentions, he looped his arm around Bakugou’s elbow and pulled him away in a beeline towards their beer pong setup. The blond blinked once before he realized that he’s never played this game before- but, obviously, that wouldn’t stop him from winning. Isn’t that why Kirishima grabbed him for the team in the first place?

“Alright- let me explain the rules…” Kirishima must have noticed the confusion evident on Bakugou's features, because he started explaining the game right away. They were playing basic rules- each team takes a turn throwing a ping pong ball into the cups on the opposite side of the table, and if it landed into a cup, you had to drink the alcohol in it. The team that cleared their cups first wins. It sounded simple enough, and Bakugou nodded in understanding once Kirishima was done laying everything down. Plus, now that he was standing up, the room was much less rocky and more stable than they had been not that long ago. Apparently, the other team consisted of Sero, Mineta, Sato, and surprisingly, Aoyama. Bakugou was playing alongside Kirishima, of course, Kaminari, and Ojiro. Once they decided the order they would go in, the fiery blond taking up the rear, he observed the game from afar. On his first time throwing, he managed to make the ball in one of the cups in the back- it was nearly a miss, but he’d gotten it nonetheless. Cheering egged him on as a confident grin grew from his neutral thin line of a mouth, and he took up the cup in question before drinking the liquid inside in no more than three large gulps. Immediately, his throat burned, and his already-warm stomach seemed to tingle more intensely than when he’d had his last few drinks. It was honestly almost too much; he shook his head and exhaled quickly, pointing to the plastic cup before getting Kirishima’s attention. “Yo! Kiri! What the hell did you put in here?”

He chuckled in response, almost as if he were laughing at Bakugou’s inexperience, before giving him an answer. “Nothing too intense! Just some punch… and maybe some flavoured vodka.” A wide grin meant to placate the other punctuated his sentence, their conversation background noise as the next players in line moved up to try their shots again. Bakugou shook his head before he put the empty cup aside, setting it on the table as the start of a reference point for how many points he scored when everything was said and done. He watched idly by as Kaminari missed his throw, his mood having been lifted from the atmosphere… and probably also the drinks. Maybe parties weren’t so bad, after all…

Another round passed. Bakugou was up again, and just as he expected, he landed the ball once more. Both teams were neck-in-neck for points, and even though the game was just beginning, it seemed enthusiasm only grew the more cups were whisked away. With his second drink down the hatch, his spirit grew with everyone else’s, but by the fifth round, he couldn’t bear to drink another cup’s worth of alcohol…

This time, he just carried the red cup to the back of the line with him, doing his best to focus on the contents within. He leaned against the wall, hoping that someone would win soon so he could get some air- he’d consumed far more than he could handle, and the walls of the room were spinning way faster than they had earlier in the night. Yet, less than what seemed like a second more, there was suddenly yelling, and he was being grabbed- no, pulled- into a tight circle of bodies.

Everything was blurry, especially now, but he recognized the bright red staple that was Kirishima’s hair, and a familiar hand on his shoulder that must have also belonged to him. Then, everyone dispersed, expanding out and leaving him to lean again against the wall, trying to keep himself standing straight. The music was really loud… loud enough that getting caught by night patrol was starting to feel like a pretty big possibility. Then, he was hot… too hot, hot enough that he felt the urge to shed his shirt, it would probably make him feel better, so now he puts down his drink and takes his arms out, positioning the fabric so that it was hanging around his neck like a scarf. That’s… better. But not good enough. He glanced out into the crowd, unable to focus on anyone in particular; there were a lot of people here, a lot of moving bodies, bodies that generated heat…

He looked to the door on his right, thinking that if he went somewhere without a lot of people, maybe he’d cool down. And just like that, he lurched forward, heading out into the hallway and closing the door shut behind him. Out here was definitely not as packed, and much cooler. Bakugou leaned against the wall, savoring the refuge of the walls on his hot skin, head tilted up towards the ceiling. He let his lids flutter shut, if not to avoid the bright lights, then to keep himself from getting too dizzy. Even if he was starting to think that events like this could be fun, sometimes, it didn’t change the fact that this was certainly not his scene. Honestly, he didn’t think it would ever be. But… it didn’t hurt to try something new every once in a while. To push himself outside of his normal comfort zone- that’s how a person grows. So it was okay, that he was drinking and playing games and who knows what else. It was okay.

The door opened again, and for a brief moment, sounds of the party leaked from the open frame; there were shuffled footsteps, and whispering, then the click of the mechanism as the door shut again. Bakugou sighed deeply, tilting his head back down and opening his eyes. Beside him, on the other side of the door, was Mina, her thick perfume and jingling accessories making it easy to spot her. But also…

Uraraka was here, too. They must have come out together– don’t girls always travel in pairs, or groups, or whatever? But alongside Mina, her plainness stood out: she was wearing a normal tee-shirt, black leggings, no necklaces, no bracelets… even her shows were the same that she wore every day: slightly battered, the threads fraying at the ends, loose shoelaces. Somehow, though, she made it work. Not that he cared about anyone’s appearance except for his own, but she offered a pleasant break from his headache- a point he could focus on to stop the spinning.

Laughter emanated from that direction, and Bakuguo’s view snapped into focus. A pinkish round face framed by a brunette bob came into view, an ever-present blush painting her features. He frowned for a second, a little confused, before her hand covered her mouth, and she giggled some more. He blinked. Was she laughing at him? Mina mumbled something else, and realization managed to strike, finally. They were just talking to each other. It had nothing to do with him at all.

He turned his head back to stare at the wall in front of him. Embarrassment tried to come into his weakened loop of thought, but he shook it off easily. After all, he was intoxicated– his brain wouldn’t work as well under the influence. It was no big deal. But, he had been out here long enough. He ventured back inside, paying no mind to the pair as he passed them, focused on finding Kirishima– or at least, someone else he was familiar with. He found his spot on the couch within his group of friends, noticing too late that on the opposite side Sero was lighting something. At first, Bakugou didn’t know what it was- maybe a cigarette? But why would they be smoking a cigarette? Yet as the smoke drifted into the air, the smell was more than enough to tip him off. Pungent, skunky marijuana filled the air, drifting towards the window that had since been cracked open. He curled his nose at first, debating getting up, but… he was comfortable. Sero handed off the joint to Pikachu, who was the first to start coughing, and then it was passed to Shitty Hair, who took his inhale much more smoothly. He smiled and offered it Bakugo’s way, but only stared at it, as if questioning whether or not he really wanted to take the chance and put that stuff in his body. “Hey,” Kirishima piped up, “this is totally safe. Plus, it’s really common in other countries- like America, for example.” The blond raised a brow. Sure, it might be legal there, but who knew how different it could be here? He glanced back at Sero, who seemed fine… a little loose, and definitely more giggly, but fine nonetheless. It couldn’t be that bad if he did it once, right? Mina suddenly reappeared, plucking the joint out from between Kirishima’s fingers before Bakugou even had a chance to react. She took a long inhale from its end, and blew out a couple smoke rings, which were honestly kind of impressive, before handing it to her right where Uraraka stood by. She was like a shadow next to Mina, gently taking it between her forefingers. The lit end burned orange in front of him as she tackled it with as much determination as she tackled anything else, but it was clear she, too, was a novice, as the next second her hacking cough rang through the air. Mina laughed beside her, and she held the joint out towards Bakugou, shaking it a little bit as if to say ‘please, take it’. It was his turn, now– he copied everyone else, sucking in smoke before his throat started to burn, and he quickly blew it out, coughing just like Uraraka had. His head started to tingle, but just for good measure, he took another small inhale, which was much smoother than his first.

The joint made its rotation around until it was just the roach, Bakugou finally joining in on the laughter that everyone around him seemed to share. Somewhere behind him, someone else shouted about starting a dance battle, and the party only continued from there.

The night matured, and before Bakugou could register it, most of the party-goers had left or fallen into a deep, drunken sleep in places that couldn’t be comfortable. Even Kirishima and Kaminari were out cold, mouths hung open and catching flies. It was only him and Uraraka, the last of the punch having been evenly split between both of their cups; the high and drunken state the two had been in had since worn off, the pair only mildly buzzing at that point. Uraraka drew a card from a pile that had been sitting between them, snickering and flipping it around before asking the question aloud.

“How would you describe your first kiss,” she said, drawing out the ‘s’ sound at the end of ‘kiss’. She’d scrunched up her nose like she was a child talking about boys at a sleepover- he was sure she was a little curious about what he did in his free time, but still. It was an oddly intimate setting the pair had created, sitting in silence, asking each other questions written on ‘Truth or Dare’ cards. Especially with the topics they were talking about now.

Bakugou started to raise his drink, but hesitated. Did he want to tell Uraraka the answer? He wasn’t nearly as fucked up as he’d been several hours earlier, but he doubted she’d think he was completely sober. It was just the two of them. He could always say he didn’t remember the night if something went wrong- no one but him would know.

“I haven’t kissed anyone yet.” As soon as he said it, he knocked back the rest of the liquid in his cup, making a face before putting it down on the coffee table in front of them. Why did he say that? He looked up, hoping to see something pleasant, but instead he’d been met with an expression that read pure shock. Of course she had put a list of expectations on him like everyone else did with all the boys in their class; all around him there was talk of debauchery, how much tail they got during which event, blah, blah, blah. He was too busy, working toward his future on his own accord, all the time. Hell, he hardly enjoyed accompanying Kirishma’s parties as it was! He only did it because he could get some good favors out of the bastard afterwards.

“What? I don’t believe that, Bakugou!”

The blond scrunched up his face at the remark. “Why not? It’s not like anyone’s wanted to be around me like that- I’m too busy looking out for myself. There’s not room for other people.”

Uraraka had gone silent. Bakugou immediately decided that he didn’t care what else she had to say. He was right. There was just no room, with his academic studies taking up a large part of his time, as well as his devotion to training his body to be that of the top hero. His schedule was jam-packed full. “Who said there had to be room for people for that to happen?”

Her voice had some kind of edge to it. Like she was seeing something that he wasn’t, and she couldn’t understand how he wasn’t aware of it. “What are you suggesting?” She hesitated. She drank the last bit of liquid in her cup, and sat it next to her.

“You have time to come to parties with Kirishima and Kaminari, but you don’t have time to kiss anyone? That’s part of the party-hard lifestyle, you know.” He shrugged. “I didn’t come here by choice, idiot.” He wasn’t being as loud as he normally would. Between being physically tired and being around sleeping bodies, he didn’t think it was necessary to get his point across.

“Then why did you come? If you didn’t want to, why not stay in your dorm?”

He paused, partially trying to find the reason for himself. He internally stuttered, and chose to find the answer another time. When he could think properly. He said nothing in reply. They both knew that in the end, he did choose to be there. “I haven’t kissed anyone, either.”

He looked at her lips for a brief second. They were both in their twenties now, straddling the line between young adulthood and ‘adulthood’, yet neither of them had kissed anyone? Bakugou had thought that was fine for him; even though he was painted as some womanizer by his other classmates, he really wasn’t. He didn’t care if he found someone to spend the rest of his life with or not. He knew he’d do just fine on his own. But Uraraka… She depended so hard on everyone around her. She needed a second person in her life. She’d done more than he had in the romance scene; hell, she’d even had a few boyfriends! But to hear that she hadn’t kissed so much as one of her exes… “I know what you’re thinking,” she started, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted into a more comfortable sitting position on the floor, “but none of them made a move. I think they expected me to act like someone else.”

Bakugou could understand that feeling. He had almost laughed- this whole situation was ironic. He was a perfectionist, a hothead, and rough around the edges. Everyone knew that, and yet every time he reacted the way he always had, they were surprised. Yet there Uraraka was, telling him that she felt similar feelings. How she dealt with it so effortlessly, he had- and still has- no idea. He felt a wave of envy bubble inside him, and then anger at the ease she seemed to have with her emotions, but quickly he shut it down. Feelings weren’t a competition, he’d learned.

“...anyway. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring our mood down.” Uraraka smiled, trying to wave it off and move on. Bakugou shook his head slightly.

“Don’t apologize.” Truly, he was sick of people saying sorry for stupid things, especially if it meant that the other person was doubting themselves. It made them look weak, and from what he’d seen of Uraraka, she was far from that.

“Okay.”

Red eyes met large brown ones. Uraraka’s heart had started beating faster, her eyes flicking down to Bakugou’s chest, most likely trying to gauge his breathing and see if he was nervous like she was. He inhaled deeply, causing her to look back up at his face. He was calm, focused on her moving gaze and trying to pinpoint where exactly she had been looking. The room was rocking gently back and forth, like they were on a boat. For some reason, he was drawn to her; he leaned forward ever so slightly, and realized that his heart, too, was beating really fast. Faster than it normally would.

She swallowed, her lips parting just slightly as they sat in total silence. She looked from one of his eyes to the other. For her, this seemed… intense.

“Um,” she had started, “do you… want to maybe try kissing someone?” She didn’t know why she suggested something like that- with Bakugou of all people, but… parties like this were breeding grounds for all sorts of things. Things that lead to the possibility of regret, but also stories to tell. She pushed away the thought of someone like Mina finding out, knowing that she would definitely not shut up about something as big as being Lord Dynamight’s first kiss.

He thought about it. None of this was anything close to something he would normally pursue, let alone do. But his semi-intoxicated state lifted walls that were normally firm in place; being so close to someone, let alone a girl, was a dangerous game. One he hadn’t cared enough to play. But when he considered the cons briefly, he found that he really didn’t have anything to lose. It was a new experience, something to punctuate the wild night he was having. Why not, right? He was already here.

“...Fuck it. Why not?”

Uraraka shuddered, nervousness pooling in her belly. Bakugou’s confirmation was low and breathy, and she visibly noticed how close the two were sitting. He had hovered over her for a moment longer, staring at her for a few more seconds. Working himself up to do something he’d never even thought about before this moment. He wanted to give her a chance to say no, to back out, to change her mind.

But she had said nothing.

Slowly, and amaturely, he had closed the gap between them, and the two were plunged into thick darkness, the sensation of each other’s lips the center of their world. Bakugou’s mouth moved on top of Uraraka’s, inexperience obvious in his touch. She furrowed a brow in concentration, still moving stiffly as she tried to copy his motions. Instinct soon took over both of them, and they fell into a steady but gentle rhythm, softening up their actions yet not pushing any farther than that. Bakugou moved his hand from the floor over to her side, using her form to guide his palm to the side of her neck, trying his best to be gentle. It wasn’t something he was used to, being soft, and Uraraka could tell. The gesture froze her for a second, and quickly Bakugou stopped, pulling away to look at her; he was afraid that he’d made a wrong move, or done something she didn’t like- getting close to others wasn’t- and still isn’t- his forte. She looked dazed, but generally happy, as if she had experienced something warm and pleasant. The idea had allowed a wave of relief to wash over him for a brief moment. He wasn’t fucking anything up. He was okay. This was okay. Right?

“Are you okay?” She voiced her concern at the abrupt halt to their… activity. Bakugou swallowed thickly, realizing just how much each of his nerve endings had felt like they were on fire. It was something he wasn’t used to. Something he couldn’t quite tell whether he liked, or feared. There was a stirring feeling in his belly, and he knew exactly what that meant- he shifted, letting his embarrassment get the better of him. Even if he was Bakugou, he was still a guy.

“Are you?” “Yeah.” Uraraka hesitated in the darkness, but slowly closed the gap between them again, softer than before. She chased after that soft feeling, something so rare to find in someone as rough and antagonistic as Katsuki. Her lips kneaded at his, and his fingers clenched slightly over her skin at the notion. The thought that he was wanted, even like this, wasn’t new, but it wasn’t ever something he experienced so closely. He knit his eyebrows down in concentration, slowly picking up the pace until he needed to breathe- only then did he pull away again, gasping in a deep gulp of air.

A small noise had escaped Uraraka’s mouth, one of wanton desire. When he could, Bakugou looked up at her, taking a moment to drag his eyes over her form. She wasn’t unattractive by any means, but he had definitely not noticed her until this moment. Their bodies were so close, it was impossible to ignore the fact that now, both of them were thinking the same thing. They were hung in limbo, not wanting to ruin the moment. Would it be okay to continue going? Would that be something that they could even do? Uraraka and Bakugou… it was an insane thought.

Uraraka put her hand over his, having grown confident enough to reach out for him, gently nudging it down until it was over her chest. Her pulse was strong and fast, like she had just ran a marathon but was capable of pushing her limits. Bakugou shot a breath from his nose and pulled her hand over to his still-bare chest, where his heart was also beating hard and fast, mirroring her action. She smiled, the hormones running between them giving them yet another high feeling to add to the list. She moved her hand slightly to the side, feeling the lean muscle on his chest. Bakugou’s skin tingled as his breath caught in his throat. It felt so nice, to be touched like that. To be allowed to be soft in a way he’d never been before… He let go of her hand, and tried to relax his posture for her. She moved her hand over his skin again, gliding her palm to his shoulders. He let out a low noise that floated on the edges of his exhale, like a whisper that had barely gotten picked up by Uraraka’s ears. She stopped, the unspoken question between them hanging in the air.

“Bakugou…” She didn’t know how to ask. How to even bring it up. Kissing was different from… other things. A first step, but one not many pushed past with near strangers such as the pair. “Do you want to stop?” At that point, he couldn’t keep ignoring the feeling inside him. Especially now that the tent in his pants had grown to its fullest extent, his dick throbbing at the thought of this kissing business becoming more. It had betrayed him, hypnotized him into Stupid Boy mode. “Not really… Is that okay?”

Was it okay? He didn’t quite trust himself with someone so… soft. Someone with a heart that could be easily broken. But right now, he didn’t want to doubt himself. He didn’t want to monitor his urges, to snuff out the fire starting within him.

“As long as its okay with you. I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He didn’t want to push. He didn’t want to lead. He was… afraid. Of fucking things up. Things that were delicate enough to begin with.

“I.. want this. Just, not here. Not with everyone around.” She might have been emboldened by the alcohol, enough to put out and forget about the repercussions, but not so much that she wouldn’t mind putting on a show. She still had standards, after all. Even if they had lowered enough to let her cut loose and enjoy herself. For once.

He paused for a moment, thinking about where they could go. Suddenly, where they were came back to him, and he nodded. “Here, follow me. It’s more… private.”

Bakugou pulled away and stood up, having taken a moment to reach into his pants and adjust his boner as Uraraka used the chair behind her as leverage to stand. He had nodded in a direction and stumbled that way, walking down a hallway and leaving Uraraka to follow. He opened a door and stood to the side to let the girl behind him in, then closed the door behind the both of them, stepping forward to search for her eyes in the dark.

“We can use the bed in here. It’s clean, don’t worry.” He was confident the room was tidy- Kirishima always cleaned his room before he threw a party like this, prepared for people who wanted to hook up. Uraraka nodded, reaching up to him, her confidence fueled by the darkness. He leant down and met her lips once more- this time, though, it was different; Bakugou kissed at her with a new ferocity, a new kind of determination he’s never felt before surging through him. One that said he had a goal. He kissed her lips and experimentally kneaded them with his tongue, taking the next step that both of them had been dancing around. She gasped at the new sensation, having never tried something this… devious. Her lips parted and Bakugou took the chance, swiping the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. He wasn’t going to barge in, but he wasn’t going to let his thoughts remain clouded any longer.

Uraraka took a step backward as Bakugou tilted her in that direction, their tongues touching and wiggling over one another, fully tasting each other’s mouths. Uraraka smelled like cheap coconut-scented body wash and shampoo, but she tasted even better- there was a hint of something sweet on her, like chocolate or mochi. He himself tasted nutty, and he smelled of earth and incense, and slightly of sweat. He cleaned up well, ever scrutinous of his appearance. He held his arm on Uraraka’s lower back, guiding her gently with a palm to her shoulder, resting right at the juncture between it and her neck. She had her right hand draped over his left shoulder, and her left hand resting in the middle of his back as she practically hung off of him. They had melded together in newfound comfort, finding solace in the fact that there were no expectations here; only a mutually wanted experience.

Tangled together like that, they shuffled backward, right until Uraraka’s heel hit the end of a bed frame. Bakugou broke the kiss, making a point to plant a smaller one on the corner of her mouth, then her chin, then along her jawline, all the way to her earlobe, appreciating the features of her face he hadn’t noticed before. The softness of her jaw, the smoothness of her skin… Her body reacted by sending a resolute tingle down her spine, his warm breath fanning out against her sensitive derma and enhancing the feelings she already had. He held her closer, pulled at her, even, and in their closeness, pushed himself against her; he was most definitely hard, and the wetness that had started to form in between Uraraka’s legs only grew by knowing this. Instinctively, she jerked her hips forward, causing the friction both of them were seeking.

The sensation zapped Bakugou’s nerves, and he let out a growl that was more animal than human in nature. One that he couldn’t quite control, that just slipped out. He bent her back so that she lost her balance and fell onto the bed; at first she felt panicked, but her fall had been cushioned by the soft mattress beneath her. Spurred on by her gut feeling, she shimmied backwards until her head could rest comfortably at the top of the bed. He followed her movement, crawling over to her before he positioned himself on top, faces still close to one another in an intimate gesture. He let himself find comfort between her legs, layers of fabric still separating them despite his effort in finding that same slow friction they’d been making before. It felt good, for both he and Uraraka. And since it felt so nice, this couldn’t be bad… they were just helping each other out, relieving the stress both of them held within one another. He was still a virgin, of course- and what they had been doing was erotic, sinful, and above all, hot as hell. There was no doubt that precum had probably been leaking from his tip, but he tried not to think about the exact mechanics of it, or how gross the cleanup might be. He had better things to focus on right now…

He put his arms on either side of her, letting himself rest atop her as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. His lips made contact with the skin there, and he planted small kisses around the area, actively feeling out Uraraka’s most sensitive spots. Even in his unpracticed state, he knew enough not to be selfish. He wanted it to be as good for her as it could be for him.

He encircled the most sensitive part of her collarbone with the tip of his tongue, and then began to nip at it, sucking gently at the flesh with the intention of popping blood vessels. Uraraka gasped, her voice high and whiny, and wavering just enough that it made Bakugou’s dick throb. She knew the mark that was left there would complicate some things after it was all said and done, but that was fine. It felt pleasant, and she could deal with the aftermath later.

His left hand found the hem of her shirt and slid his fingers under it, feeling the skin there before he pushed the shirt up over her breasts. He found solace in the exposed flesh, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He traced the bra she was wearing around to the back, found the clasp, and messed with it until it came undone with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. She gently pushed his chest, and he leant back to look at her, confused. She was smiling at something, on the verge of a laugh, even. He tilted his head as if to ask, ‘what is it?’, only to hear a soft giggle come from the body beneath him.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? I mean, I thought guys usually struggle with that part…” Bakugou stared at her blankly for a moment. Through his dazed mind, his only response was to brag about himself not-so-humbly. “I’m better than most at a lot of things.”

She stared up at him for a longer moment, and he noticed that the flush on her face had evened out. She shrugged her shoulders forward, careful not to break the gaze she had with him when she nudged her bra-straps down; he took that as a clear sign to keep going, looking down and helping her take it off the rest of the way, discarding it on the floor next to them.

Her chest was now bare, exposed only to the eyes of her and Katsuki. Time had stopped for a moment- he looked at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite place. He was mesmerized by her chest. In truth, he’d only barely looked at lewd magazines his friends showed him, and while he did take care of his urges, he didn’t turn to porn for help. This, now, was a treat; her breasts were round and soft, and the perfect size to fit in his hands. He licked his lips, gently moving his calloused palm over one of them, running a finger over her already-hardened nipple. He wanted to savor this moment, to burn it into his memory. He took his time, experimenting with the sensations he could give her, wanting to know what she liked and what she didn’t; she arched her back into him and made another small whimper, pushing her chest forward as if to say ‘hurry up and touch me!’. He continued rubbing his thumb over the soft bud, leaning forward to continue his work on her neck. He craved the sound of her noises, purposefully licking and nipping on the same spots that had made her shiver underneath him previously. He dragged out this part, switching to the other side of her neck as well as palming her other breast and playing with the pink button that turned Ochako on more than anything. She lifted her hips up and rubbed herself against his stiff bulge, earning another grunt from him. Despite this, she didn’t stop; she drove Katsuki right to the edge, leaving him to grip her as he started to unwind, trying hard not to cum in his pants then and there. This type of touch was new, and already enough to push him over. He pulled his hips away, and Ochako whined softly. He dipped his head down again, and he trailed kisses down from her neck and across her collarbone, working further south. He sucked the fleshier part of her chest, being sure to be gentle. Her skin turned red in some places, dark ‘love bites’ peppering her upper body where he had marked her. He licked her nipples, and her back arched as an instinctual reaction. He smiled into her, feeling pride in his ability to make her react in such a way. He stayed looking up at her face as he opened his mouth and encircled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, flicking it up and down as she started to melt like putty in his hands. He squeezed her back with his large palm, feeling the muscles on her shoulders and the area that dipped in to make her signature hourglass shape; he finally broke, and rolled his hips forward again, rubbing his hardness against her in one slow thrust. He gave her nipple one more courtesy suck and reached for their bottoms, wanting to be inside Ochako so fucking bad. He grabbed at the hem of her pants, hooking them on his fingers as he tugged. They started to move south, but her grip on Katsuki’s hands had suddenly stopped all movement.

He let go, looking at her with a soft but hungry gaze. Her leg twitched, and he pushed himself up.

“Are you okay?” Katsuki was concerned about the halt they had taken- was he moving too fast? Pushing her too hard? Venturing into territory that was better left untouched, into a place that would surely change things between them for the indefinite future?

“Yeah,” she breathed out. He visibly relaxed, relieved that his doubts were just doubts. “Do you have condoms?”

Uraraka’s question had caught him off-guard. Right, they needed that.

“Uh-” Bakugou shifted his weight, looking around to the nightstands on either side of Kirishima’s bed. The guy was more experienced than he was, so surely he had some spare condoms, right? But he didn’t see any. Not even when he leaned over to rummage through the messy drawers.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Can we wait, then?”

Bakugou didn’t want to stop what he was doing. Truthfully, he wanted to feel his dick within her, but she was making the right call here; as much as he was horny as fuck, it wasn’t worth having a kid over.

“Yeah. Sure.” He tried his best to mask the disappointment that had grown in him, and he moved to lay beside her. She pulled her shirt back down, covering her bare chest, and laid flat on the mattress, eyes glued to the ceiling. “Thank you. For making me feel good.”

“Don’t mention it.” He had not known a single thing to do. His dick pulsated in his pants, reminding him that he was still very aroused. Uraraka must have noticed, because she placed her hand on his chest and achingly slowly moved it south, her touch like a ghost as she trailed her fingers down his midline, resting at his hip. The sensitivity there was turned to an all time high, and he twitched as she’d neared.

“You know,” Ochako cooed softly, palming his length, “I can still make you cum.” Her confidence had grown, and she wanted to return his favour.

Katsuki’s whole body suddenly felt hot. Ochako’s sweet face with round eyes that looked so sensually at him had just whispered the words ‘I can make you cum’. Something he had never heard before. He throbbed in her hand, and she started to make a soft stroking motion over as much of his dick as she could. He moaned softly, stifling it a moment before Ochako smiled, bright and eager.

He slipped his hands under his pants and started to pull them down. She batted his hands away, and continued tugging herself, inching his sweats and boxers down as one unit. His stiffened cock bounced free, a bead of precum on the tip. His shaft disappeared into a blonde bush, which turned into his happy trail, which led to his sculpted chest… Ochako looked him up and down before curiously taking his member into her grasp, holding it loosely before moving her hand up and over the head. She wasn’t that oblivious- she’d seen her fair share of porn, enough that she knew the basic motions. Katsuki’s mouth opened and he tilted his head back, gasping slightly at the sensation.

“Sorry if I’m not very good at this,” she started, moving her grip downward in a slow pump. “I don’t have much experience.” She moved her hand up again, swiping her thumb over the liquid that had leaked from the tip and using it to ease her next downstroke. Katsuki jerked his hips upward, surprised by how good that felt.

“O- Uraraka,” he stuttered, trying to fight the electric that pulsated through him as Ochako kept stroking his dick, “you feel amazing, you’re doing great.” Words of affirmation weren’t really his thing, they never had been, but they had just spilled out of his mouth. The way he pumped his dick felt so nice, somehow better than his own hand. Her touch was soft, yet rough at her fingertips, and it felt so good.

For a second, her hand left his shaft. Katsuki looked down to see what had happened, and suddenly her face was inches from his member, her hot breath fanning out over the tip. Ambitiously, she licked upwards to the head, being sure to get as much spit as she could on him while doing so. Her hand held the base, and she took the tip into her mouth, licking around the underside as she began to bob her head in slow-motion. It tasted different than his mouth- musky, sickly sweet, and bitter all at the same time.

The feeling was so much more intense than just jacking off- it was warm, and wet, and Ochako Uraraka was sucking his dick, using her lips to stimulate his nerves and her tongue to encircle the blood-engorged organ. His hand found the back of her head, and he rested his palm atop it, gently guiding her bobbing motions in a way he liked most. She pushed his length as far back as she could into her mouth, the tip prodding at the back of her throat before her gag reflex kicked in; she stifled it quickly out of embarrassment, rising from his crotch to take a breather. Bakugou’s hand brushed against her cheek and she leaned into the contact, opening her mouth on an exhale as he pushed his thumb over her tongue. She closed it and worked his thumb like she had just been working his dick, only much more gentle.

“That’s hot,” he remarked, not able to control his need to comment on every little thing. Ochako’s face had already gotten hot when she started touching him, but still, the remark made whatever was left to rush to her face. At the same time, she didn’t want to neglect his member; she continued stroking with her hand, flicking her wrist so that the calluses of her fingers would swipe under the most sensitive part every time her hand came back up. The muscles of his legs jerked with each stroke, his belly tightening at the contact. It felt amazing, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him, dispersing in his chest and stomach. It was so good, too good, he couldn’t think about anything else anymore- his hips started moving and there he was, mouth left open as he began desperately thrusting into Ochako’s hand and getting himself closer and closer to climax. He was so close, he just needed something to push him over.

“I’m close, Uraraka-” His words turned into a garbled moan as she moved swiftly away from sucking his thumb back down to sucking his dick, his thrusts sputtering to a slow stop as she changed rhythm. She took him in as much as she could, not caring if it got messy- she made sure to pay most attention to the tip, using her free hand to grab onto his body and give sensation somewhere else.

Both of his hands held her head on either side, gently nudging her down at the pace he needed- he bucked his hips upward into her mouth, focusing on rubbing her lips over the very sensitive top- he couldn’t stay quiet anymore, letting breathy moans and whines and growls leave him until his legs started to feverishly shake. Ochako quickly picked up the pace without the help of Katsuki’s hands- she made sure to use her tongue plenty, until all the flicking and bobbing and stroking at once kicked his sensitivity into overdrive. Suddenly every single movement she made was too much, and he could feel that sensation deep in his belly creep up into the base of his dick, and then-

“Ochako, I’m cumming, God, fuck, ahh-” Katsuki’s breath caught in his throat as the feeling washed over him in one single intense wave, his ejaculate spurting out in thick and sweet ropes. She made sure to wait until his dick stopped pulsing out cum, and then swallowed. She swallowed it.

She wiped the spit and other liquid off of her face with her discarded shirt, and after a brief pause, laid down next to him, leaving a little bit of space between the two. He’d gotten past the feeling of seeing stars, and now he was just laying on Kirishima’s bed with his dick out- next to Round Face. His face was suddenly hot, and he pulled his underwear and pants up from where they were bundled around his knees. He didn’t know what to say, so they sat in silence for a few moments, soaking up what had just happened and catching their breath.

“That was… really good.” It was true; of course, this was also the first time Bakugou had had another living thing anywhere near his penis, but that context didn’t matter. Good was good.

She laughed a little, a nervous laugh. “You’re welcome.”

There was a weighted pause, and he turned over to face her properly. He took her current form in: she was comfortably laying next to him, curled up into a half-fetal position with her hands cushioning her head. In fact, she looked softer here than she did normally. She looked vulnerable.

“Will you let me return the favor?”

Uraraka’s face became dusted with a light pink, and she looked away from his piercing gaze out of embarrassment.

“Maybe… another time. If you want to after this- I’m not saying we have to be, like, a couple or anything-”

“It’s okay, I know what you’re talking about.”

More silence. “I’m kind of tired. I think I might go to my dorm and call it a night.” Uraraka started to move, turning over to swing her legs over the end of the bed.

Katsuki agreed.

He followed her out of the bedroom, left a note for Shitty Hair and Pikachu, and walked her to her dorm.

. . .

Ochako stirred, moving her legs slightly as she took a deep breath in. Bakugou was pulled back to the present moment, away from the blissful memory of the party. He looked over as she stretched the sleep out of her limbs and yawned.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty”, Bakugou mumbled, “it’s about time you woke up.” He climbed out of bed himself, walking over to his clothes drawer to fetch out a new shirt. The one he’d been wearing before they’d fallen asleep had gotten… ‘soiled’, and he couldn’t be bothered to wash it at this exact moment. It was thrown over the side of his dirty clothes basket, so he really didn’t need to do any more than that right now. Ochako sat on the end of the bed, scratching her scalp before she checked the time- and, seeing as the digital clock next to her read 2:03pm, she stood upright, suddenly thrown into a panic. Her class started in less than 10 minutes, and she was hardly even dressed! Not to mention, currently in Bakugou’s dorm. Quickly and pushed forward by adrenaline, she gathered some things, pulled on her uniform over her underclothes, put on her socks, and threw her school bag around her shoulder all by the time Bakugou had pulled on a baggy tee. She was at the door, leaning against the wall as she slid her shoes on in a rush.

“Bakugou, next time please don’t let me sleep in!”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be late.” He cracked a grin as she walked out the door, disheveled but presentable.

“Whatever!”

She started off down the hallway, leaving Bakugou on his own. His smile quickly dropped, and he slid a hand down his face, sighing.

He wouldn’t be seeing her for the rest of the day, and the time they did have together was spent catching up on much-needed sleep. At least, that’s what she was doing; Bakugou hadn’t dozed off, instead thinking about her and their relationship. They were effectively “friends with benefits”, meeting each other for sex and pleasure. Coincidentally, they were also sparring partners. And sometimes, he helped her with the homework she just couldn’t understand for the life of her. He also taught her new recipes on Friday nights, and if she had nothing left to do, they’d watch a movie together. Only because it was better than scrolling on his phone for the rest of the night- and she was already there. It was convenient.

Still, they’d been spending less time with each other recently than they had been since they’d started ‘seeing’ one another. It made Bakugou feel… something. He didn’t like it, whatever it was. He pushed those feelings aside, punched them down into neat cubes, and stacked them in the dark corners of his mind where they would hopefully be forgotten for the time being.

Now, however, he needed to keep himself busy.

He walked around his room and packed a few things- a water bottle, electrolyte drink, and a towel- into his gym bag, threw the large strap over himself, and headed toward TDL. He wanted- no, needed- to get Round Face off his mind.

He could think about everything else another time.

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