"Bakugo." she whispered breathlessly. He stared down at the vixen on the bed, her brown hair floating around her head like a halo. A rightful description as he took in her flushed, pink cheeks, doe-like eyes, and plump lips; she looked just like an angel. She laid before him in nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching panties, the soft mounds on her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His eyes moved further down her abdomen and stopped on the treasure that rested between her legs. She slowly spread her smooth thighs apart, making her underwear sink further into her sex. The whole of him felt like a ball of fire, he was ready to explode and he hadn't even touched her yet.

"Bakugo." she said again, her voice dripping with liquid desire. His eyes flitted back to her face, and he saw a look of pure passion hidden underneath her heavy lidded eyes.

"Touch me." she said softly.

"Please Bakugo. Bakugo, Bakugo..."

Bakugo flew up out his sleep at the sound of a loud thudding on the other side of his door. He raked his calloused hands through his unruly hair as he gasped for breath, his mind reeling as he recalled the dream he just had.

The banging resumed, louder this time and an obnoxiously loud voice called out from the hall,

"Hey Katsuki! Get up or we're gonna be late!" a familiar voice said. Bakugo growled and whipped his head towards the direction of the door.

"FUCKING HELL KIRISHIMA!" he yelled, "I'LL COME OUT WHEN I'M GOOD AND FUCKING READY!" There was a groan from his friend (a term he used very loosely) and he could practically hear the red-haired boy rolling his eyes.

"But if you don't get up now all the good stuff at breakfast will be gone!" he whined and Bakugo twitched his eye in irritation.

"FINE. GIVE ME 10 MINUTES YOU SHITTY HAIRED ASS. NOW STOP MOTHERFUCKING WHINING!"

Katsuki heard a final indignant huff and then departing footsteps. He sat up in his bed for a few seconds, a cold sweat breaking on on his forehead as his thoughts once again re-focused on his dream.

Did i have a fucking wet dream...about URARAKA?! He questioned to himself. And as much as he hated to admit it...he wasn't entirely surprised. He had run into her late last night in the kitchen, and after a heated exchange (that was her fucking fault, she's always insulting him!) things got...awkward. She, in her fucking pink shorts, had sat herself on his lap and while she was giving a shitty apology all Bakugo could think about was the fact that he could feel the warmth of her genitals through her clothing. It took only seconds for blood to rush to his second head, and to make it worse she had fucking felt it and still didn't move. She quickly left after realizing the embarrassing situation she had caused, and after finally wolfing down the snack he was in the kitchen for in the first place, he went back to his room too. But he didn't fall back into sleep. He couldn't sleep. Instead he stared up at the ceiling for hours as every thought that floated in his head had to do with her.

Uraraka... he thought as he got hit with flashes of his dream. Her pink lingerie. Soft, round breasts. Perfect fucking body splayed out on a bed just for him.

"Bakugo...touch me."

Her soft voice resounded throughout his mind and went straight to his dick, giving him a very severe case of morning wood. He threw the blanket off him and looked down at the tent in his boxers, a scowl painting his face.

"Fuck..." he muttered. He couldn't go to breakfast with this on display for everyone to see, and he didn't have time to take care of it either. Mumbling curses, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Die, fucking germs

He thought as he squeezed toothpaste onto his brush and shoved it into his mouth. Unconsciously, he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror. A mess of wheat colored hair on his head, slight bags under his angry eyes, and a frown that would deter even the friendliest of people from talking to him. Is this what he looked like to other people? He found himself wondering if he looked... cute or whatever the fuck girls said. He averted his eyes and spat into the sink, watching it disappear down the drain.

Did Uraraka think...

He began to ponder before he stopped himself. These types of thoughts just screamed weakness, why should he fucking care what anybody thought of him?! A random ass dream was making him act like some sort of sissy. Feelings and shit...who cares about that stuff?! Bakugo decided right then and there that he would stop worrying about it.

It won't happen again. Just get over it, fucker.

He asserted before exiting the bathroom. Stopping in front of his closet, he threw open the door, snatched out his uniform and proceeded to get dressed. A knock at the door startled him once again.

"Bakugo! You have two minutes!" Kirishima hollered and Katsuki could feel a vein bulging by his temple. Why couldn't he ever be left alone?! His hands starting sparking in anger and he shot a murderous glare towards the door.

"KIRISHIMA, I SWEAR ON MY FUCKING LIFE THAT IF YOU KNOCK ON THIS DOOR ONE MORE TIME I WILL END YOU!" he howled and snatched up his school bag. He stomped towards the door and swung it open, only to find the hallway empty. Stepping out, he managed to catch a glimpse of red disappearing into the elevator. Bakugo ran down the hall and skidded to a stop in front of the elevator, only to find it almost filled to the brim with students of Class 1-A. Kirishima must've anticipated Bakugo coming after him, and pressed for the elevator ahead of time.

"I only wanted you to be on time Bakugo, buddy." A voice said and Bakugo saw his sheepish face peeking at him from inside the crowd. The hot-tempered teen only grunted and slid all the way to the back of the packed elevator. Just as it was about to close, a voice came tinkling through the air.

"Hold the elevator please!"

Bakugo felt his body tense at the sound of a voice that he knew all too well. The voice that invaded his dreams last night.

"Please Bakugo."

He felt himself heat up as he caught a glimpse of her face, rounded cheeks extra pink, no doubt from running to make it to the elevator. She murmured "sorry's" and "excuse me's" and "hey's" as she weaved her way through the horde. Bakugo realized too late that she was coming right in his direction, and before he could bully someone into switching places with him she clumsily popped out in front of him, stumbling forward a bit and crashing into his chest. Uraraka caught herself by putting her palms on him, and he felt a fire lick around at his insides in response to her touch. She looked up, her eyes widening as she finally realized who she had run into, and she moved back as much as she could.

"M-morning Bakugo! Sorry about that..." she chirped, brushing a brown lock out her face and looking at him with a small smile. Katsuki felt a pang in his chest as he looked at her.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. he yelled in his head as he felt a blush creep up on his face. He could not let her see the affect she had on him.

"Yeah, whatever, morning Roundface. Turn around and stop fucking smiling at me. It's too early to be so happy." Bakugo said, trying to muster an irritated tone. It must have worked because she blushed heavily and stuttered a "sorry" before spinning around, leaving Bakugo to mentally curse himself for being mean to her. The elevator shuttered as it went up to the 5th floor, picking up the frog girl Asui. Uraraka called out to her and she made her way back to them, causing the gravity girl to step backwards to make space for her. This closed the little bit of space between them, and Bakugo felt his breath hitch as her soft backside pressed up against him. The two girls talked, Uraraka giggling and carrying on conversation, completely unaware of the torture she was putting him through. Katsuki took a silent, deep breath and tried to focus on anything else but his growing boner. Suddenly the elevator rocked on the way down to the first floor, and Uraraka lost her footing and tripped forward. Without thinking, Bakugo's hands flew out and planted themselves on her waist in an effort to catch her.

Looking down, he realized her skirt had flew up over her butt and now part of her striped underwear was on display before him. His eyes traced the dimples of her lower back and then moved on to the rounded curves of her ass cheeks, the creamy skin peeking out at him. Realizing he had been staring too long, he removed his hands and looked up only to find Uraraka staring at him from the corner of her eye, her face as red as a fire hydrant.

"B-Bakugo...I-" she whispered, but then he started to talk as well

"Shit! I-I didn't mean to...Fuck!" he mumbled in agitation. Thankfully nobody else had noticed their predicament, but he saw Asui staring at them quizzically, a finger poised on her cheek as if she was in deep thought.

"WHAT." Bakugo snapped at her and she only quietly peered up at him. The elevator doors finally opened up and everybody filed out. Uraraka awkwardly fixed her skirt and then with one last glance at him, left with everybody else. He gave an exasperated sigh and covered his face with his hands, the throbbing in his head and in his pants both begging for his attention.

Fuck.

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