Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.
A/N: So, yea... It's a little spicer than what I usually write, but yea... Yea...
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It wasn't some strange, unfamiliar phenomenon.
They were teenagers who had been involved in a year long relationship with little supervision. Of course, they'd kissed before.
Many times.
There were countless moments through the day where their lips brushed.
In the morning, he always placed a soft kiss to her forehead before they walked to homeroom together. Her fingers curled around his pinky as she happily swung their arms as they walked.
Between classes and in their down time, Uraraka had a habit of stealing little moments with him. She'd quickly press a soft kiss against his lips before jumping back with a small laugh, watching his face redden at the sudden public display. Their classmates knowing hadn't eased the emotional barrier he'd built in public, but he willingly accepted her affection.
They'd had private make out sessions in the gym. Dripping with sweat and adrenaline humming, their lips would meet as their hands explored hesitantly over their clothes. Once, Bakugo had pinned her against a private wall by the locker rooms. Her legs snapped around his waist almost instinctively as they kissed fast and fervently. Uraraka's fingers dug into his hair as his hands stroked down her damp tank top.
Those moments were typically over as quickly as it began.
With a wicked smirk, he'd gently lowered her to the ground with a final lingering kiss. Her fingers would slide from the back of his head to his chest, giving him a gentle tap before they separated to shower and change.
Kissing wasn't new.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
Even on nights they were alone in his room.
"Yeah," Uraraka nodded with a little yawn, crawling on his bed. They had another few hours before curfew. She settled underneath the covers as she watched him set up a movie on his laptop resting on the desk across the room.
Bakugo settled behind her, his chin tucked against her shoulder as his arms threaded around her waist. His hands were innocently tucked underneath her sweatshirt, resting against her tank top as he spooned against her.
"I'm picking the next movie," she teased, rolling over to look at him. Uraraka gently tapped his nose, laughing quietly when he scowled.
"What's wrong with this one?!"
She frowned looking at the screen. "This fight scene has been going on for the last twenty minutes." She really should have known he'd pick some action movie.
At least it wasn't horror this time.
"I just turned the movie on!" He howled, laughing a little at her statement. "It's been like five minutes, Koko."
Uraraka smiled at his pet name for her. "Katsuki," she purred, letting his name linger a bit. "I absolutely adore you." She placed a gentle hand to his chest. "But," she breathed dramatically, chocolate eyes looking up at him brightly. "Your taste in movies sucks."
Bakugo chuckled, leaning over to press his forehead against her own. "And your's is any better?" He told her smugly, smirking against her lips.
"Naturally," she whispered grinning back at him proudly. Uraraka gently brushed their noses together, her gaze heavy as she felt his warm breath against her lips.
"Smart ass," he breathed, swallowing her amusement.
"Yeah," she grinned into his kiss, rolling to face him, her palms pressed against his chest as they slid up to the back of his neck to curl in his hair.
He rolled to his back, gently pulling her on top of him as their lips slowly moved together. Warm hands trailed underneath her sweatshirt, curling at her waist and sliding underneath her tank top to pull her into his lap as he sat up a little. "Come 'ere," Bakugo murmured.
Uraraka giggled, shuffling to straddle his hips. Her fingers trailed down his shoulders as her tongue traced the seam of his lips, tasting remnants of the hot cinnamon toothpaste he used. She gently nudged his lips open, delicately swirling her tongue with his as she clumsily unzipped her sweatshirt.
His fingers dug into her clothing, pulling her tighter against him as their lips moved. Bakugo hissed suddenly feeling the temperature of the room skyrocket and the air between them grow hot and thick.
It had never been like this.
Her teeth gently bit down against his bottom lip, dragging a soft growl from his throat. Uraraka's forehead came against his, staring at him through heavy lidded eyes as they panted lightly.
Bakugo licked his lips, tongue sweeping over her lips lightly. A devilish smirk curled on his lips as he peeled his t-shirt off, trying to stop his skin from igniting.
Uraraka's hands glided over the planes of chest as his lips went down to her neck.
He peppered kisses to the shell of her ear, smiling at her gasp of delight. "Can I?" He whispered, fingers tangling in her tank top.
She nodded, pretty sure she would have promised him anything if his lips kept caressing her ear like that. Head dropping between her shoulders, Uraraka sighed softly feeling his palms slide down her bare skin removing her sweatshirt. His tongue swirled little patterns in her ear as his hands tangled in the hem of her tank top.
Almost reverently, he removed the top exposing her sage colored bra. Bakugo whispered little words of wonder as his fingers trailed down the straps of bra, palms curving around her ribs as he kissed her once more.
Her thighs tightened around his waist as their lips met with an uncharted urgency. Little gasps escaped her as Uraraka dragged her fingernails down his back unearthing a broken groan from him. Tucking her close, Bakugo rolled her underneath him pinning her wrists by her head as he kissed down her chin. His lips traced down her shoulder, between her chest, licking down her side until his teeth sharply sank into her side.
Uraraka yelped, whimpering at the jolt of pleasure curling her toes.
"Sorry," he muttered, tongue tracing over the skin he bruised. His hands held her hips, thumbs caressing the hollow of her hips as his kisses slowed.
Her eyes fluttered lazily, fingers digging into his hair as she tenderly scratched his scalp. "We should stop," she whispered, her chest heaving as she fought to ignore how badly she wanted him to touch her.
"Yeah," Bakugo agreed crawling up her body. Resting on trembling forearms, he lightly pressed his forehead against hers as he looked at her cautiously. "You okay?"
She sighed breathlessly, "Yeah." Her hands gently stroked the back of his neck. She gently nuzzled his nose, listening to the sound of his breath. "You okay?" Uraraka whispered.
He nodded, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he inhaled deeply, "You should go." Bakugo didn't want her to, but curfew was approaching and he wasn't sure it was good idea for them to alone right now.
"Do you really want me to?" She knew he didn't, but appreciated his restraint.
His cheeks flushed as he sat up, moving to sit across from her. "Could you please put a shirt on?" His eyes moved over her chest.
She sat, up leaning against the wall as a sultry smirk curled on her lips, "Am I distracting you?" Uraraka gave her shoulders a little shake.
"What the hell do you think?" Bakugo questioned roughly, snapping his gaze to wall as he felt heat singe his ears. He was amazed the bed hadn't been reduced to a pile of ashes by now.
"Sorry." She wasn't. Pride mixed with the ache their kiss had created as she slid off the bed. "Do you want me go?"
No. "We almost…" Bakugo was rarely someone at a lost for words, but the sight of her in green lace melted his words into the pit burning below his stomach.
"Had…" Uraraka's eyes went wide, smirking a little as she nodded her head. What exactly did they almost do? "Sex?" She finished curiously with a little blush.
Why was this so hard for him to talk about? "Would you," he paused, looking their eyes. "Would you have wanted to stop?"
Had this question been asked before her lips were bruised, heart thudding loudly in her ears, and a shirtless hot blooded Bakugo in front of her, the answer would have been entirely different. "No," she told him, shaking her head as she crawled back to the bed and taking a seat in front of him. "Would you?"
"Only if you wanted to," he confessed.
"I didn't."
That certainly didn't help his resolve. "So, what do we do?" She had to be the one to say it.
"Do you," Uraraka sighed with a thoughtful hum. "Want to?"
More than he wanted air. "Yes."
"Have you," she chewed on her bottom lip, back leaning against the wall as she looked at him shyly. "Before? With anyone?"
"What?!"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"With who?!" Bakugo howled, outraged. "When?" That was a better question.
"I'm just asking," she shrugged.
"Have you?"
"No!"
He had to know. "Not Dek-"
"Katsuki really?" She questioned, frowning as she looked at boyfriend.
Bakugo smirked, feeling some of the awkwardness ease between them. "Just asking." A part him knew nothing had ever happened between them, but the small bead of insecurity in the back of his head would never let him completely drop what could have been.
"You're an ass," she told him, crawling to his lap.
He was. "But, I'm your ass," he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"You are," Uraraka agreed, intertwining their hands. "So, you want to…" She trailed off.
He leaned back, raising a teasing eyebrow at her.
"You know."
He knew. "What?" Bakugo just wanted her to say it.
"Have sex."
Bakugo flushed, not expecting her to say it so bluntly. "Um." Was there a way to talk about this without it being so painfully awkward. "Yeah." Obviously.
"Yeah?"
"I thought that was obvious. I mean, what the hell do you want me to say, Ochako?"
She wasn't sure. "A little more than yeah would be nice."
"Hey," he murmured, gently cupping her face to lift her eyes to him. "I want you." They weren't the most eloquent words. Bakugo wasn't sure he even possessed the words to really explain how he felt, but he hoped she'd understand.
"Good because," she whispered, eyes bright. "I want you too."
He pressed a kiss to her lips, threading a gentle hand in her hair.
"You're gonna have to buy condoms," she told him lightly, returning his kiss as she looped her arms around his neck.
Bakugo wasn't looking forward to that awkward store trip.
"I can always go with you," she teased, loving how his temper was starting to flare. "Or you could ask Kaminari to come with you, I'm sure-ah!" She screeched, feeling his fingers attack her sides.
"You dork," he dismissed, tickling her mercilessly as she screeched falling back on his bed. Bakugo chuckled to himself watching as her laughter died down. "Oi?"
"Hmm?" She hummed, looking up at him with rosy cheeks and smile stretched a mile wide.
"I love your stupid face."
Uraraka giggled, "I love your stupid face too."
