Lemon fan-fic. Bakugo and Uraraka have been playing a twisted game with each other, how far will it go this time? It's cold, it's raining and Uraraka needs a towel. Help her out, won't cha Bakugo?

Does writing for Katsuki make me curse more, or have I always been this bad?

WARNING *************** Contains graphic adult content

Uraraka braved the rainy night first. Bakugou stayed behind, watching as her figure disappeared into the darkness. He was giving her a few minutes head start before undertaking his own insufferable journey through the storm. This way, they would reduce the risk of anyone seeing the two of them leaving the school or arriving at the dormitories together.

The night air was freezing. Each breath he exhaled left little puffs of mist in the air. Inhaling deeply, he savored the icy burn from the air as it filled his lungs. The cold air sharpened him up a bit. He was tense and on edge, his mind still whirring from their activities in the closet. It'd only been a few short minutes ago, he could still taste her on his lips.

Today had been a good fucking day.

He'd tasted Ochako Uraraka. If someone had told him when he had met her, that he was going to do that to her one day, he never would have believed them. To everyone else she was wholesome, sweet little Uraraka. But, he knew the real her, or at least he was starting to think he knew the real her.

Standing under the arch of the school entrance, he thought back on his day, as he watched the pelting sheets of rain create a screen over the night. Everything was going his way. Well, it had been, up until they'd been interrupted. Hopefully, his lucky streak hadn't turned against him just yet.

He couldn't really blame his current situation on luck, he knew fully well it'd been his own damn fault. He'd been impulsive. He should've stuck to the plan. Find her. Bring her back to his room. Boom. Nice, simple, easy. But no, instead, he'd lost control to a little flash of leg. He'd risked it all and put them both in danger, just because she wasn't wearing her tights.

'Tsk'. You idiot, he thought to himself.

He supposed he must have still be on his lucky streak. After all, they hadn't been caught and, despite the fact that she'd had the living shit scared out of her, she hadn't held it against him and bailed on the rest of the night. There was only one thing left to do now, get through the storm and back to his room, so he could finish what he'd started.

A sharp rumble of thunder, followed shortly by a hard spray of icy rain splatters across his face, brought Bakugou back to reality.

Damn it, he hated the cold and he hated the fucking rain, hopefully this would be over with quickly. He took one last deep breath, stepped out from under the protection of the school's entrance and ran into the rainy night.

Uraraka cursed to herself as she stumbled blindly through the storm. Rain stung her face and her feet slipped this way and that in the mud. The torrential downpour made the distance between the school and the cozy warmth of the dormitories feel ten times future then usual. When she finally arrived at the front entrance, her heart sank as it finally dawned upon her, she didn't have her key. How the hell was she going to get in?

Uraraka's shoulders slumped forward and she stifled a whimper. Maybe she could wave someone down through the window? Maybe there was still time to go back and find Bakugou? Or maybe she could float up to- Her next idea hit her like a punch in the face. It was so obvious; she was furious with herself for not thinking of it sooner. All she had to do was use her quirk to float up to his balcony. If she'd thought of it sooner, she would have been doing it this whole time. It wasn't a perfect plan. She'd still have to wait for him to get back and she ran the risk of getting cooked alive if she startled him, but, at least she'd be out of the rain.

A crackle of thunder overhead made her jump and sent her running in search of her new destination. She was pretty sure she knew which room was his.

She rounded the corner of the building and jogged along side, counting the balconies overhead as she went. When she got to the row containing his, she looked up, squinting and covering her eyes from the relentless rain. She searched for any details visible from the outside that would validation she had the correct room.

The lights inside of the room on the second floor were on, casting a soft glow threw a pair of glittering curtains that shined and sparkled in the night. Uraraka scowled, it was definitely Aoyama's room. She desperately wanted to blame him for her current situation. After all, he'd ditched her tonight and dumped his share of cleaning duties onto her.

She didn't want to think about him, or the stressful day she'd had, right not. She needed to stay focused and make sure she had the correct room. Bakugou's room was on the fourth floor, right above Iida and, of course, Aoyama. This had to be it.

Uraraka crouched a little in preparation to jump, lightly touching her fingertips together; she released the pull of gravity from her body and kicked off the ground. She floated effortlessly up to the fourth floor, grateful that all the windows she passed on the way had their curtains pulled shut.

In no time at all, she landed lightly on the little porch outside of Bakugou's sliding glass door. For the first time, in what felt like forever, she was out of the rain. All she could do now was wait.

Bakugou switched on the small lamp that sat on his desk. It filled the room with a soft faint glow.

As soon as she saw the light come on, Uraraka leapt into action. But, the hand she held up to knock on the glass door froze, losing all momentum, it hovered uselessly in the air.

Bakugou threw his wet jacket over the back of his desk chair and pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side with a wet thump.

Uraraka couldn't look away. His strip show had taken her completely by surprise; she'd become transfixed, watching his every movement. She stared as he peeled off his wet shirt, exposing his body to her so casually.

Unaware that he was being watched, Bakugou made his way to the closet, grabbed a towel and carelessly dried his hair and upper body. Once dried, he started to work at pulling down his extra blanket and comforter from the top shelf of his closet.

Her eyes followed him to the closet and wondered along the flexing muscles of his back as he reached to the top shelf, the soft light of the room creating lovely shadows over his defined form.

Bakugou turned to add the new bedding to his bed and saw someone standing outside his window.

His instinct was to attack; he lunged at the door without even thinking. Luckily the glass barrier forced him to think and slowed him down for just long enough to realize who was lurking in the dark outside. Hands shanking, muscles contorting, he was able to halt his attack before it was too late.

Uraraka leapt back against the edge of the balcony. Her heart stopped for a moment, this is exactly what she was afraid of! She'd be toasted alive if she didn't react quickly! But, her panic subsided when she saw a look of recognition cross over his face as he realized it was her. She breathed out in relief.

His fists sparked with rage and the hair on his head bristled. Uraraka watched Katsuki through the glass as he threw a tantrum, waving his fists around in a furious series of absurd gestures. She was sure this was his way of holding back all of the profanities he wanted to scream at her, but couldn't, without risking his neighbors hearing.

As she'd gotten to know him better, she'd come to appreciate his range of facial expressions. When he was angry and lost his temper, he made his goofiest faces, sometimes she couldn't help but laugh at him. She covered her mouth so he wouldn't see her choking back snickers. All the while watching his face contort a hundred different ways, as his body danced around wildly.

As soon as he regained control, he slammed the glass door open for her. She spilled into the room and he quickly slid the door shut behind her.

She was soaked from the ice-cold rain. A few tiny streams dripped from her hair, and clothing. Water ran down her arms and legs in little rivers that formed into tiny ponds on the floor. Her whole body was covered with goose bumps.

"What the fuck were you doing? Why were you on the porch? Are you fucking crazy! I almost punched you through the glass!" He yelled at her as loud as he dared to.

She trembled and shivered while bending low to remove her wet, muddy shoes and socks. As she bent over her drenched white shirt pressed against her body. Bakugou could see through the wet material to the lacy light blue bra she wore beneath.

"Do-do yo-you have an extra towel?" She asked him throw chattering teeth. "My key card was in my bag, I couldn't ge-get in th-the-" A towel dropped on her head mid sentence. As she dried her face and hair she continued, explaining her rationale for showing up on his doorstep. "It seemed like a better option then trying to find you in a thunder storm at night."

He glared down at her as hard as he could. "I could've killed you, ya damn idiot! Why didn't you knock or something!" His tone was gruff, the harsh sincerity in his eyes served as a reminder of the truth behind his words.

She knew he was right. She looked up at him. "I'm sorry I scared you, I got distracted…" Her words turned to sand in her mouth as she recalled the 'distraction' that prevented her from knocking.

Bakugou smiled vexingly as he took the wet towel from her and held out a second dry towel. "Huh? Distracted? By what, Cheeks? You were out there for awhile, were you watching me?"

Face burning, looking down at nothing in particular, Uraraka toyed nervously with her fingertips. "I…" She reached up, took the towel from him and covered her face with it so he couldn't see her turning red. She felt ashamed to have invaded his privacy like that. The fact that she had enjoyed it didn't do much to sooth her guilty conscience. "I saw you taking off… taking off your clothes."

Bakugou took in her confession and stepped closer to her. "Why are you blushing huh? You've already seen me naked. Shirtless shouldn't be a big deal." He scoffed at her, playfully wrestling her hands away from her face so he could see her embarrassment. Uraraka's typically pink cheeks were flushed brighter then ever, she scrunched her face up into a concerned pout. He wanted to bite her lower lip as it poked out.

He teased her further "Don't forget" he twisted her around so her back was against his bare chest and his mouth was against her ear. "I've seen you naked too." "Well… actually… it was pretty dark in there, so maybe not… completely naked."

Uraraka felt him speak directly into the crook of her neck, pressing his hot breath against her chilly skin. His warm chest and arms felt like heaven on her cold body. She let him man handle her with out any struggle.

"You should really get out of your wet clothes." He breathed into her neck again as he reached for her shirt and started to un-do her buttons. He'd gotten really good at buttons by now. He peeled her shirt open and helped her out of it before tossing it to the floor with his wet clothes. He reached up and unhooked her bra, running his hands up her back and over her shoulders, pulling the straps down.

Uraraka shrugged and let her bra fall. She crossed her arms over her now bare chest as a wave of shivers over took her.

He took the towel from her hands and wrapped it around her before pulling her back against him. He run his lips over her neck as he slid his hands under the towel so he could pull her hands down, away from her chest. Reaching back up, he filled his fists to the brim with her breasts.

The unusually warm sizzle of his hands and mouth exploring her skin enveloped her, causing her head to spin. She closed her eyes and sank into the inviting warmth of his body.

He dragged one hand down her body and to her thighs, sliding his fingers up and under her skirt. He hadn't forgotten about tucking her underwear into his pocket back at the school, but she had. She gasped out in surprise as his hands slid directly over her exposed opening. He felt her body shudder against him with a new kind of shiver.

She let her head roll back against his chest as she felt two of his fingers began to push inside of her. Their activities from earlier had left her wanting. She felt a flush spread through her whole body, her chills began to subside, as she prayed he would venture deeper inside of her.

He watched her bite at her bottom lip as he slide into her. Since he had been the one to win their last spar, it was his turn to pick something she would have to do. He hadn't actually told her yet what that was going to be. He liked withholding that information from her until the very last moment.

"Tonight… we're going to go all the way." He said nonchalantly.

"Wait, what?" Uraraka's eyes flashed opened in surprise.

He slid his two fingers deeper inside of her and sank his teeth into her shoulder. This is why he liked to wait to tell her. She was easily shocked and he enjoyed watching her reaction.

Uraraka took a hard sharp breath in as his fingers filled her even more. "Isn't THIS what you… wa-wa-wanted to do?" She questioned him breathily, with a hint of confusion. Hadn't he already started their night in the classroom closet?

"No, this was just our warm up. I want, is to fuck you. That's what we're going to do tonight." He answered. "You just gave me a freebie in the closet. You didn't even think to ask, you just let me keep going." He smiled to himself and lifted another finger to join the two already inside of her.

"Oohuh." She moaned and wiggled her pelvis back and fourth against his hand as his fingers spread her further. His actions were making it hard for her to pay attention to what he was saying.

He pulled his fingers away from her, teasing her as he dragged them against her slit before sliding all three back inside of her. He felt her body squeeze against his hand as he pressed his fingers into her.

"I wanna feel you all around me. Do you want that too, Ochako?" He growled into her ear pressing the bulge in the front of his pants up against her ass.

The thumping of her heart rang in her ears at a defining level. Of course she wanted that, she'd wanted it for so long. She was pretty sure he knew she wanted it, but she was also pretty sure he wanted to hear her say it.

"Mmh. Yes. Ooh." She panted out between soft moans.

"Yes, what?" He halted the movement of his fingers as he interrogated her.

"I, I want you inside of me." She sucked in a hard breath as she finished her sentence and was rewarded by the return of his pumping fingers.

Uraraka's hands reached behind her, grasping blindly, until she found the buckle to his pants. She pulled his belt open, struggling to undo it backwards. She heard the soft thump of his pants falling onto the floor before he pressed himself back against her.

"You should get out of your wet clothes too." Uraraka said.

"Not until you're done. Take off your skirt." He demanded.

She reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt letting it fall loose around her waist. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from her body allowing the wet fabric to fall in a heap on the floor. He dragged his scratchy hands up and all over the length of her body. Grabbing everywhere, until finally, focusing in on her breasts, squeezing and bouncing them up and down as he pleased. He let his hands consume her, admiring the ample jiggle of her well-rounded form. He spun her around to face him and quickly set his mouth to her nipple, giving her a soft bite.

Her pink flesh, already hard from the cold, tasted like the rain.

She put her hands on his chest "It's... it's your turn now." She breathed.

"You do it, take my boxers off." He instructed.

She obeyed. Turning towards him, she run her fingers down his chest and abs, she followed the little trail of hair that lead to the start of his boxers. Instead of removing them straight away, she ran her hand down the front and over the fabric of his underwear, stroking him through the material. His cock pulsed happily in her grasp.

Bakugou groaned out softly in surprise. "You're in a good mood tonight, I must have really turned you on back at school."

She furrowed her brow and looked up at him with a tinge of anger in her eyes. "You did! But you were a jerk! What a terrible place to do that! You're lucky we didn't get caught!"

Bakugou laughed out loud. He couldn't possibly have agreed with her more, he was lucky. He had sweet little Uraraka Ochako naked, wet, stroking him and DTF. His streak hadn't left him after all.

"If this is the result, it was worth it." He smiled a crooked smile down at her.

Uraraka continued to complete the task he'd given her. She slipped her fingers into the band of his boxers and slid them down and off of his hips. His dick, free of its restraints, bounced between them. This moment marked the first time they'd both been completely naked in front of one another.

Bakugou reached out, grabbed Uraraka by the hips and pulled her closer to him. His hands gripped her tightly as he leaned in closer still, pushing his lips against hers. She could feel his hardness rubbing against her stomach as their bodies pressed together. She kissed him back.

Bakugou leaned his weight against her, forcing her to step back. He continued walking her backwards until her legs bumped against the edge of his bed. She lost her balance and fell back onto his black sheets, landing with a bounce.

"Lie down." He instructed her. He turned away, grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, clicked off the desk lamp and retrieved the comforter from his floor.

The room went dark, Uraraka pulled her legs up and onto his bed. She suddenly felt a bit awkward, she didn't know what to do. Grabbing a pillow, she positioned herself uncomfortably on one side of the bed.

Bakugou returned, blanket in tow. He rolled his eyes when he saw her huddled uncomfortably on the edge of his bed. "No, not like that. You gotta relax." Before lying down, he grabbed her and pulled her to the center of the bed. Bakugou climbed in, joining her as he covered them both with his winter blanket.

He slipped one arm under her hips and the other over, entwining their bodies together. Bakugou's mouth returned to hers as he quickly set his hands back to trailing her body. This time his focus settled on the cheeks of her butt. He pressed his palms into the plump meat and pulled her hips against his. He loved squeezing and jiggling her whenever he had the chance.

Awkward phase forgotten, Uraraka mirrored his movements. She wrapped her arms around him, taking care to not activate her quirk. She ran her hands down his broad back and onto his ass.

Bakugou flipped his weight on top of her, pressing his body over hers. He slid one knee between her legs while his hands pinned her shoulders into the bed. His lips never left hers as he pushed her legs further apart with his knee.

Trailing his hand up her thigh he started to pump his thumb in and out of her. Just his thumb, he liked being able to brush the inside of her thigh with his other four fingertips while still being inside of her. His left hand drifted along her hips and over her abdomen, taking in the curve of her waist, lingering on the thought of how unbelievably soft her skin was.

Uraraka pushed down against his hand, she wanted more, she wanted him inside of her. She reached up, wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down, completely against her. She moaned against his mouth at the sensation of their naked bodies pressing against one another.

He bit her bottom lip and pulled lightly. She opened her mouth and he pressed his open mouth back against her, pushing his tongue in to join hers. They kissed deeply, rubbing and grinding against each other.

His dick was uncomfortably hard; he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Are you ready?" He asked her point blank.

It took her a moment to realize what he was asking her. "Yes, I'm ready." Her voice was steady and sure.

Bakugou moved quickly, putting on the condom, he slid the head of his cock against her warm wetness and started pushing forward, sinking into her.

"Fuuuck." Bakugou moaned as he felt himself enter her. He pulled back and began pushing forward again, a little harder.

"Oh, ow! Wait! Go slower." She said, a little taken aback by how quickly he had moved after her 'yes'.

It took everything in him, but he stopped. He wanted to plunge into her, but he fought the urge. Holding himself in place, he waited for her to give him permission to start again.

"Is it ok if we try it a different way?" She was almost whispering.

She had his full attention "Uh, yeah I guess. What do you wanna do?" he asked her.

"Is it ok if I'm on top?" She said almost inaudibly.

He didn't hesitate, not for a moment. He wasn't an idiot, of course he wanted her to fuck him, who the hell wouldn't. He scooped her in his arm and rolled them over.

Uraraka was impressed by the move, so quick and precise. Just like that, she was in the drivers seat. She didn't want to leave him waiting for too long, she already felt bad for making him stop. Keep her nervousness in check, she re-positioned her legs, placing them on the outside of his. His dick was bobbing between them, still glistening wet from having been inside her. She pushed her hips forward and slid her wetness over his shaft, pressing it between his abdomen and herself.

Bakugou grabbed onto her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly. He moaned hard at the feeling of her hot, wet opening sliding up his shaft. He looked up and watched her body moving over his. She looked fucking amazing perched on top of him. Her hair swept over her face as her head bent down in concentration so she could focus on adjusting herself in her new position. Her breasts swayed back and fourth as she pivoted her hips back and fourth.

She was trying to angle herself just so on the head of his cock, but was having a hard time of it. Bakugou reached down and held himself in place, helping her out. The next time she pushed her hips back, the head of his cock pushed up and into her.

"Ooooh. Katsuki." She purred and dug her nails into his shoulder. She lowered her hips a bit more, sliding him as far into herself as she could before stopping for a moment.

On instinct his hips pitched forward pushing deeper inside of her.

"Ah! Wait!" She started to pull away from him. "Let me do it Katsuki."

"Ok, ok, I'll try, I.. I'm sor-. It just feels really fucking good." Bakugou softened his grip on her legs when he realized his vice like grip was forcing her down onto him. He tried to relax. He dropped his head back onto his pillow and took a deep breath.

Uraraka began to rock her hips back and fourth. Each rock allowing her to take him deeper inside of her. Little by little, she became adjusted to his girth, the tight pain of him sliding into her was beginning to transform into a deeper pleasure.

Uraraka called out his name "Mmmm, Katsuki!" She dragged hands over his chest and abs as she lowered herself all the way down over his cock. The sensation was all consuming. She felt like her vision was becoming blurry, the only thing she could seem to focus on was the deep longing for more, building up inside of her.

Her body slammed down on to his as she picked up her pace. He could feel her slipping over his whole cock, taking him all the way into her. Fuck, this was everything. He grabbed onto her thighs again and began to buck back into her.

She was ready for him this time, it didn't take them long for them to work out a rhythm. The work they'd been doing in the field gave them a natural instinct for working together. The found a steady beat, one that let him grab onto her still letting her be in control of bouncing up and down his length.

Uraraka begain to whimper his name. "Katsuki. Oh, Katsuki." She said it so softly at first, embarrassed that she couldn't keep herself form speaking. Something inside her was about to release, she'd never felt like this before. She relentlessly continued her thrusting against him.

Again, she called his name, her voice pitched at the end and the words melted into a sweet lustful moan. "Oh, my god, Katsukioohummm."

Bakugou reached up and covered her mouth, she'd said it so fucking loud the last time. He managed to muffle a few of the moans that she seemed unable to control.

As her orgasm spread through her body, in deep trembling waves, she lost control her legs. For just a second, she felt as though she was floating. But, she could feel her toes curling against the sides of his legs and bed sheets, reassuring her that she hadn't accidently used her quirk. This was a new kind of weightlessness, better than any she had ever know.

He felt her body spasms all around him, clenching his cock tightly each time. She stopped moving as she came on top of him. It was like she was melting for him. He grabbed onto her hips, letting his fingers sink into her flesh. Holding her tightly he continued to bounce her up and down his cock.

Her face was flush, her brow furrowed over her closed eyes and her mouth hung open in a silent gasp. He could see the little tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes give up and roll down her flush cheeks, as he continued to pump himself inside of her.

That's a good fucking face, he thought, taking care to commit it to memory. He slid his right thumb across her open lips and into her open mouth. She closed her wet lips around his finger and bit down softly.

That was it for him, her soft mouth tipped him over the edge, he couldn't hold back any longer. Finally giving into his body's ultimate desire. His hips thrust forward, he pushed himself as deeply into her has he could. He finally felt himself erupt inside her, cock throbbing and pumping, filling her with his cum. His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her as tightly against himself as humanly possible

Lust satiated, Katsuki allowed his body to relax as he tried to steady his breath.

She slowly leaned forward, collapsing against him so her body lay across his. She nestled her mouth into his neck, and said his name softly, one last time "Katsuki."

He relished the feeling of her voice against his skin, so soft and close. She lay on top of him and they panted softly together, taking their time to find the breath they'd lost.

With great care to keep her body on top of his, Bakugou reached over the edge of his bed to retrieve his comforter from the floor. He wrapped it around them, to ensure they didn't get cold again. He ran his hands all over her shoulders, back, and butt before wrapping her in his arms and laying still himself. He could still hear a ringing in his ears, his heart was pumping wildly, but she seemed drained.

"Is that better?" He asked Uraraka once they were securely wrapped in the blanket.

"Yeah, it's perfect." She sounded sleepy "Let's… just lay like this for a few minutes, ok?"

"Yeah, ok." "Just for a little while though, it's so late."

"You're so warm Katsuki, it feels nice" She mumbled into his chest and the blanket.

That was the last thing he remembered.

Bakugou woke up slowly; his face kept bumping against something hard. He opened his eyes and instinctively pushed his hands and feet forward, thinking he was falling and about to face plant into the ground. There was no impact, instead, a few soft bumps caused by his defensive gesture. It took him a moment to realize where the hell he was. He didn't recognize the hard barren surface as a part of his own bedroom, he'd never been that close to his celling before. He wasn't falling at all, it was the complete opposite, they were floating.

Bakugou realized she must have activated her quirk. They'd fallen asleep instead of "just laying there". He glanced to the window, craning his head backwards and upside down from his bizarre vantage point. He caught a glimpse and found some relief in the fact that it was still pitch black outside, what ever time it was, at least it wasn't morning yet.

"Uraraka, wake up." He shook her gently, he didn't want to startle her and get dropped on his ass. "Uraraka your quirk-." As soon as he said the word 'quirk', her head popped-up.

In a tiny murmuring voice Uraraka blurted out. "Sorry… Mom… I… fell… asleep." Only awake enough to react to the situation she'd, clearly, dealt with a few times before. She quickly released her quirk, dropping them onto Bakugou's mattress with thump and a bounce. She turned her head and continued to sleep as though nothing odd had happened.

Definitely a shitty way to wake up, Bakugou thought to himself as he reacquainted his body with gravity. He looked down at her, as she continued to sleep on top him. What the fuck was he doing? What the hell were they doing? Cashing in on a bet was one thing, letting the loser sleep on top of you… that was a completely different thing all together.