In her third and final year of high school, Ochako loses her virginity. It's her eighteenth birthday and she's the last one out of the class - having been born on December 27th - to leave the "minor" life. She was an adult. She was now responsible for her own decisions.
She could be locked up, she could drive, she could drink. And maybe, one tiny bit of her mind thought about getting physical. It's not like she was an angel; Ochako was a normal person with normal needs.
And she wanted to get intimate with someone, but for some reason she didn't want it to happen when she was still a teenager. A "young adult" - cause that's what she was now - seemed much more fitting. There was less of a chance of regret.
Looking back, if she had decided to have sex with anyone as soon as she wanted to, it would've been Deku in their first year. That would've been wrong for a lot of reasons.
First, they were the closest of friends and she couldn't tell if caving into her crush would've changed where they were now; and second, she was pretty sure it wouldn't've been a memorable first time anyway. Though she could tell of course that he would be gentle during the act.
So here she was, in the 3-A common room, laughing along her classmates and having her first drink. Everyone made such a big deal out of it, but liquor tasted bad, man. The face she made had everyone cackling, and the evening passed on.
It was 1:37 am and she was only on her fourth drink - but for a first-timer, that was practically wasted. Her first drink was terrible since it had rum on it; such a strong flavor turned her off. But the following ones had strawberry, and the taste was overwhelmingly sweet.
The class snickered when she started unknowingly slurring her words, and Iida of course cut off the alcohol and had her drinking water the rest of the night. Much to her surprise, Bakugou was still there at three, although with his characteristic frown on.
She would've thought he'd gone to his bed long ago... A familiar tingling on her belly arose. Taking advantage of everyone else's distraction - Mina was playing some sort of beer-pong with her acid, and the class cheered - Ochako allowed herself to really stare at Bakugou Katsuki.
He was handsome, for sure; anyone with a pair of eyes could see that. His first-year rudeness and arrogance had her ignoring his physical aspects, but... over the years, he had grown more... controlled, it seemed.
All Might's close inspection and constant advices were not taken lightly, and she suspected that was the reason why he was loosened up enough to enjoy a late night party for once. His fiery eyes rose from his plastic cup and he caught her red-handed, staring intently.
At his frown, she looked away and hoped he would think the blush was from drinking.
He didn't.
Ochako wasn't feeling drunk or slurring her words anymore, but she was definitely still a little tipsy. Her usual guard was way down, and before she knew what she was doing, she approached him fearlessly with a determined look on her face.
"Bakugou-kun?"
"Hm?" He acknowledged her with his usual grunt, but it lost a lot of bite over the years.
"I'm feeling really tired," she put in a fake yawn for good reason. Finally spilling it with the last of the liquid courage in her system, she asked, voice barely above a whisper:
"Would you take me to my room, please?"
Bakugou's eyes widened as he unknowingly crushed the plastic cup on his hand. "Fuck! Ah," he looked down at what little beer hit the ground. "I'll, uh... yeah, sure."
Part of why Ochako was doing this was so she could see his face. That smug look he wore during a match, his usual frown when people were around... did Bakugou ever just... unravel?
Apparently she wanted to find that out, and she wanted it now. He was wearing a black tank top that did wonders for his arms, literal guns that Ochako wondered one too many times how they'd feel around her waist.
He climbed up the stairs and she followed, both of them slipping away unnoticed as Mina finally hit one of the cups and a loud cheer from the other classmates covered up their strategic retreat.
Ochako was quiet but confident, already wondering what his lips would taste like. He stopped in front of her door, hesitating, and she brushed past him, feeling the tension that was always in between the two of them - and opened it.
"After you," she smirked half-heartedly.
"What is this?" He questioned instead. It was dark in the hallway, so Ochako couldn't see his intent. His voice was always loud and boisterous, but tonight it was even and quieter, almost like Todoroki's.
Ochako hesitated. "It's okay if you don't want to," she offered in the end. "I just thought we could... you know, have some fun."
"I think you and I have a very different idea of fun, Round Cheeks," he crossed his arms and leaned on her door, already half inside her bedroom.
Ochako felt relief flooding her. So he did want this. He was just making sure she had time to back out if she felt like it. "I don't think we're that different," she put her hands behind her back, leaning on the other side of the doorframe. "I just think we haven't been that good at... communicating."
He raised an eyebrow, and if she didn't know him better, Bakugou seemed almost amused. "And that's what we're doing tonight? Communicating?"
"Totally," she smiled her best, characteristic innocent smile. He saw right through it. "And, you know... other things."
"What other things?" He finally broke their standoff, pushing away from the doorframe and putting one arm just above her shoulder.
Ochako raised her head to meet his. "Oh, you know... just... birthday girl... things."
He leaned closer, down at almost her eye level. "And you're sure, Uraraka?" She blinked, taking a moment to understand his question. Was she still drunk? Was she in her right mind to make that kind of decision, one she couldn't take back afterwards?
The answer came easily. "Yeah," she nodded, a little shy. The fact that she was feeling slightly timid was more than enough proof that she was still in control of her actions, calm and collected - but still very much premeditated.
"Okay," Bakugou leaned closer this time. She could feel his breath tingling on her nose. "Say the word and we stop." And then he kissed her.
Ochako had kissed before, of course. She had even gone as far as having an intense make out session with a guy from summer camp a year back. But this... this was way more passionate than she was used to.
Bakugou was hungry, seemingly having waited all his life for this moment, such was the passion behind it. Leave it to him to be the best at everything. He pulled her close by the waist and used his free hand to slam her door close, pushing her body against it as soon as he could.
Ochako was embarrassingly into this. It was all she could fantasize in the middle of the night; strong arms holding her, heavy breaths and panting, tongues teasing and an almost bruising battle of kisses. Bakugou was having his way with her, and she was loving every minute of it.
She parted slightly to catch her breath, deciding to take the initiative for a change. Her hands held his back firmly, but now fingernails were slightly digging, silently begging for more. "Uraraka," he sighed.
"W-what?" She asked stupidly, lips on a mission to kiss his neck, wet and sloppy.
"N-nothing," he strained, and that's when she saw it. Bakugou, aspiring number one hero, the hottest piece of man on campus - unraveling.
His eyebrows were scrunched up, his lips parted and reddish, and suddenly he gave out a slight moan as she sucked on earlobe.
Ochako paused.
He paused.
"Fuck."
"Aha!" She said triumphantly. "I can't believe I made you moan first – "
"Is this a fucking competition?!" He whisper-yelled, still mindful of their secrecy. "Wait for it, Uraraka. Shit."
She snickered as he pushed her to her own bed, laying over her and oh, the weight on top of her body felt nice.
Bakugou was wondering where his reason went. It got up, packed its bags, and went on a fucking vacation to Hawaii as soon as that angel face asked him to take her to her room in the middle of the night.
He straddled her slightly, having never done this before and being slightly confused as to what to do with his limbs - and noticing they were still fully clothed and it was getting way too hot in there.
He decided to fuck it and take off his shirt, tank top flying to the other side of the room as soon as he got rid of it. Ochako would be stupid not to look, but even so this was weird. It dawned on her; she was going to have sex. With Bakugou. The Bakugou. And he was hot as hell.
So even though her brain started screaming at her about nineteen reasons why this could be a terrible idea, her legs were a different story. They immediately involved Bakugou by the waist, and he marveled at how thick her delicious thighs were, grabbing them with need.
Ochako bit her lip to keep herself from moaning, but she was already damp in her panties and the friction felt too nice. Bakugou noticed her need, his own already showing through his trousers, and switched their places quickly.
"Oops!" Ochako steadied herself, suddenly on top of - and straddling - Bakugou. He played with the hem of her t-shirt, a pink v-neck that he slightly pulled down, revealing some of her purple bra through her cleavage. Fuck, she's too cute.
Ochako felt the urgent yet respectful demand and pulled off her own shirt, tossing it somewhere near his. They were both shirtless, chests heaving and looking at each other with intensity.
Now what?
Ochako carefully got down from him, feet hitting the ground as she slowly undid the button of her jeans shorts. Bakugou's eyes widened and he started working on his own pants, wiggling out of them in a scene that Ochako would forever commit to memory as one of the funniest, most endearing movements that she could never share with the world. Her shorts hit the ground and she leaned down to pick them up, and her full ass was right in front of Bakugou. He couldn't resist, the idea had crossed his mind too many times. She was right there, and willing, so –
SLAP!
The noise was a little bit louder than he intended, which made her yelp in surprise and made Bakugou completely mortified. What if he hurt her unknowingly?
Good job, Katsuki. This literal angel from heaven with incredible curves bestows upon you the chance to take your virginity, and you scare her away being weird. Ochako turned around, red as all hell, embarrassed about how much she liked it.
He was blushing slightly, too, and both were uncharacteristically quiet. She jumped into the bed and nested herself under his arm, making skin-to-skin contact for the first time, but averting her eyes.
It was just them now. She was wearing matching underwear - further proof that this had been premeditated, but Bakugou didn't need to know that - and him, plain white boxers. And it was like suddenly, they didn't need to speak much.
All "communication", as Ochako had joked, was made through various channels, none of them verbal. His touch was heavy with want, hers light and careful. Bakugou cupped her cheek as he turned her face to kiss deeply, meaningful and hot.
Their stomachs touched and, removing her bra, so did their chests. He made sure to kiss every inch of her neck, marveling at how cute her little gasps of pleasure were. His lips made his way further down, and he finally cupped her breasts, heavy and soft, pale like the rest of her.
Ochako hummed, bucking her hips slightly in response, and Bakugou instinctively rolled his hips right back at her, hard meeting soft and it was like they couldn't get enough of each other. He experimented something he'd read about - for, for research purposes - and tweaked one of her nipples, watching closely for her reaction.
"Ah!" She cringed slightly, and he let go, making a mental note not to do that again. He kissed it better, and fuck, tasting her skin like this had to be the best feeling in the world.
Ochako sighed, in cloud nine, appreciating his treatment of her. She felt the pressure on her lower stomach tightening, but this time she didn't want it to stop. She was in bed with Bakugou, and she felt... almost worshipped.
Her hands blindly reached for his boxer, and she found a volume she started caressing.
Bakugou hissed and she stopped. "No, fuck, go on," he urged, bucking his hips into her hand, switching sides to give attention to her other nipple.
Understanding that this meant he was enjoying and not hurting from the attention, Ochako kept rubbing in a pretty amateur way, but if Bakugou noticed, he didn't care to mention. Grabbing along his length, Ochako squeezed slightly and that was when he halted with a strangled "Ah!"
"Am I hurting you?" She raised her eyes to meet his.
"You think I'd lose to something like pain?" He challenged, and it was so much like him that she couldn't help but snicker. "But no, fuck, ah, it doesn't... hurt."
And then, the last part, barely audible: "Feels good."
Biting her lip, Uraraka removed him from his underwear, and for the first time in her life someone revealed himself entirely to her. It was weird and intimate and nice.
"I'm ready," she stated, breathless and wanting, laying down on her pillow with hair splayed around her face.
Katsuki looked down at that sight and pledged to commit it to memory; however randomly it may have happened, he had thought about giving it a go with someone, and if that someone happened to be the cutest, most badass chick in class... then he wasn't complaining.
He didn't hesitate when removing her panties, and Katsuki was already pumping himself before finally, at last entering, when a fleeting thought crossed his mind.
"Ah... do you have a condom?"
Ochako blinked. "How responsible," she teased only slightly, sitting up.
God, he could get used to that sight. Her boobs were amazing –
"Hurry the fuck up, Uraraka!" He snapped.
"So mean," she pouted, turning to her nightstand and getting one. "Here, you big bully."
"I'll show you bully," he mumbled under his breath, impatient and sweating.
The scent of nitroglycerin invaded Ochako's room. "Is that... burnt sugar?" She asked with a frown, lips immediately parting as he started slowly, painstakingly slow, to finger her. Damn it, she was so wet.
"It's my sweat," he explained shortly, two fingers pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Hey, he wanted to make sure she wouldn't hurt.
"Uhuh," she squeaked out in a voice that didn't sound like her own, the feeling getting her hot all over and he hadn't even actually started.
"Nitroglycerin smells like burnt sugar, round face," he teased, fingers curling inside of her at the nickname.
Ochako moaned. Outright gave into him. Because in the end, that's what this was - like everything when it came to them - a competition, a constant battle of wits -provocation. But Uraraka didn't feel like a loser. If she'd ask, neither did Bakugou.
"Ready?" He asked once more, just to be sure, and she nodded with haste. Katsuki fumbled with the condom for a second, but managed thanks to that mortifying sex-ed class in freshman year.
"Okay," Bakugou positioned himself at her entrance, keeping his elbows supporting him in her bed. "I'm going in."
"Don't say it like it's some mission assignment- oh." Suddenly, he was inside, and Ochako automatically tightened.
It felt like too much at once, and it... didn't hurt, per se, but it was uncomfortable. "Relax," came his surprising murmur, and though she couldn't see the face he pulled, Ochako wished she could. Instead she listened to him and uncoiled her muscles, slowly letting him inside.
This wasn't feeling good, but it wasn't bad, either. Maybe sex wasn't supposed to be that great until you practiced like, a lot –
"AH!" She arched her back, Bakugou's fingers digging into one of her thighs as he steadied himself. He hit a spot that... that made her...
Katsuki hissed, self-control through the roof, because all he wanted was to pound inside her a couple of times and spill. But fuck, this was so good, she felt so warm and wet and when she arched like that, her glistening body was perfect. Like a goddess.
"Ah... Bakugou..." She panted, initial discomfort already subduing.
"Yeah?" He tried not to moan, but he couldn't tell if he succeeded.
"Y-you can... keep going..." she suggested, wiggling her hips to accommodate him better inside of her.
"Fuck, okay," he bit down hard on his own lip, nails digging into his palms out of pure effort not to slam into Uraraka and hurt her. "You're not in pain?"
Her chocolate eyes twinkled in mischief. "You think I'd lose to something like pain?"
And maybe it was late, and they were tired, and this was all brand-new to the both of them - but Ochako saw Bakugou snorting for a moment before resuming his movements, and by then, they were both in the moment again, too busy drowning in the act to notice each other's faces.
"Feels...good..." Ochako breathed out, hands reaching for blond spiky hair.
"Ah... Ah... Good..." he kept thrusting, a little more force behind it each time, and his moans echoed Uraraka's in a crescendo.
Bakugou didn't want to come yet, but it was hard to when he had such an impulsive personality, and such a beautiful, angel-like hottie giving into him, and feeling wet, and moaning, and sweating, and he could smell sex, and he didn't think that'd be possible, but -
"Ah! I'm... I'm gonna..." He closed his eyes with a shudder, his body convulsing as he came deliciously into the condom and elicited one last little cry out of Uraraka, beneath him on the bed.
Fuck. Having sex was the bomb.
When he finally looked down, he noticed Ochako didn't accompany his euphoria, and he felt like shit for coming first without taking her into account. "Fuck, wait a minute," he asked, and he slowly, almost painfully, retrieved himself from her.
He was spent, the condom used, and he looked for a trash can before finding one to discard it. Ochako looked at the ceiling. So, this had been it. It did feel very, like very good for a few minutes there, but then it ended so fast, and -
Bakugou climbed her bed again with a determined look, and Ochako's eyes could for once make their way down to his impressive chest and abdomen. "What?" She asked when he practically narrowed his eyes at her.
"I'm gonna make you come," he stated simply, parting her legs.
"Ah," her cheeks flushed. "That isn't really... necessary..."
"I didn't ask," he cut her off, calloused hands on her warm, spectacular thighs, and he kissed her crotch. Ochako's legs felt weak, even though they were both supported by Bakugou's strong shoulders.
He suddenly began kissing her labia, and she was still so wet and ready and damn it, she had been close to something when it ended –
"A-ah~" she moaned openly as soon as he found her clit, licking shyly, almost like he was afraid that too much stimulation would hurt her.
"Yeah," she encouraged. "That's... that's good... Bakugou..." Hearing his name like that did something to him, and he could feel it stir deep in his stomach. Katsuki began lapping up at her, all wet kisses and gentle lips, little sighs and moans showing him what to do more.
He started rubbing himself on the sheets at the same time, giving in to pleasure once more. Deciding she deserved the best fucking experience, Katsuki poked her entrance with his index finger and, upon her consent - she opened up her legs a little further - he smuggled in.
Ochako sighed and hummed, clearly lost in Bakugou's surprisingly considerate touch, and it wasn't long before the familiar pressure built up again. Katsuki slipped his medium finger in, too, and her walls were clenching around him.
"Fuck, Uraraka," he breathed out, getting hard at all of these surreal happenings at this ungodly hour. "You taste good."
Ochako felt goosebumps all the way from her toes to the roots of her hair at the phrase, shuddering all over when pleasure began building more and more.
She was getting close again, and this reminded her of when she touched herself like that, but at the same time... it was worlds away. Bakugou's hands were bigger, his fingers longer, and on top of that, he was eating her out.
One of the small, still coherent parts of Ochako's brain wondered if he wasn't disgusted by something like that, but she made the mistake of glancing down to check. What she saw pushed her a little closer to the edge;
Bakugou Katsuki was opening his mouth, letting his lips brush against hers wetly, tongue working carefully and fingers pumping in and out at a steady, delicious rhythm.
But his eyes. His fiery, wonderful, attractive eyes. They were wide open and staring at her as he worked, eager to please, wanting to win, determination clear in his mission to make her come. She stared right back, but her eyebrows scrunched up as he did something particularly nice and she let her head fall back, moaning outright and bucking her hips in rhythm with his fingers and mouth. The suction outside and pressure inside made her orgasm build more, but selfishly she wanted this to go on for longer, forever if she could, because the feeling was incredibly amazing.
She felt hot all over, skin glistening from sweat and suddenly Bakugou's fingers hit that spot again and she literally saw stars, arching her back right off the bed and moaning, in an open, unashamed and sensual manner.
Bakugou smirked with victory, fingering her hard as she rode out her orgasm. "That's it," he kept rubbing his now hard member at her sheets, encouraging her and a little surprised at how turned on the sight of her coming had made him.
Katsuki felt proud. He had made the cute, sexy yet shy Uraraka come. She had done that just for him. And he managed to do it his first time having sex! Ha! He was a natural at this.
Granted, he couldn't hold his own orgasm from coming too soon, but he was honestly ready for another round, so if Uraraka felt like kicking him out, he'd just jack off in his bathroom thinking about her curves - her taste, her thighs, her look.
The look she gave him when their eyes met, pure need and want and desire, the spark that had always been present between them taking a whole different meaning as they slowly worked each other up. Katsuki would never look at Uraraka the same way again.
Ochako was panting, coming down from the spectacular high that Bakugou of all people had taken her on, and suddenly this idea of hers wasn't stupid after all.
"That...was..." She croaked out, throat dry from all the moaning and breath hitching and gasping.
"Fucking amazing," Bakugou sat up, wiping his hand on the sheets. He thought about licking it, but he didn't want to seem like a pervert in her eyes. He climbed up and over her, skin reinitiating the delicious contact, and started kissing her neck, her collarbone, her cleavage.
"What are you...?" she asked in a small voice, not pushing him away but too tired to correspond his affections at the time.
"I was thinking," he nuzzled her before biting down softly, which made her lips fall open in the most adorable way. "We, as heroes, have a responsibility."
"Yeah?" Ochako turned her head to try and face him, but could only find blond spiky hair as he ducked to keep kissing and licking and biting at her. "And what's that?"
"To be the fucking best," Bakugou reminded, to which Ochako rolled her eyes.
"The best that we can be," She retorted, pulling slightly on his surprisingly fluffy hair.
"No," Katsuki stubbornly replied, hands threading her brown hair as he faced her with his signature look of determination. "To be the fucking best."
Ochako bit her lip to keep herself from smiling, having noticed his hinting as she felt how hard he was in between her sheets. "Okay," she conceded. "And?"
"And we should practice, damn it."
"Uhuh," this time she couldn't stop the smile from spreading, because Bakugou could be funny when he wasn't exploding stuff, and she wished she could see that teasing, flirty side more often.
"You think you can go again?" He finally questioned, tracing circles on her skin.
"You think I'd lose to you?" Ochako challenged right back, and before the surprise could be wiped off his face, she climbed on top of him. Okay. She was doing this.
Uraraka suddenly switched positions and straddled him, her hot and wet mess of a center making contact with his length and oh, she could rub herself off there and easily come a second time.
"Let me in," he pleaded, tip glistening with pre-cum from the teasing and rubbing.
"Nuh-uh," she shook her head. "Condom, remember?"
"Fuck," he blindly reached for her nightstand to find her supply, grabbing one and opening the package with his teeth. This time Ochako watched closely so she could do this correctly, too. Unconsciously she licked her lips.
"Okay," he raised his eyes to her, who showcased her entire body just for him. Bakugou skimmed with appreciative eyes - her collarbones led to her boobs, which in turn showed her toned stomach, finishing up with wide, spectacular hips which were now slowly steadying over his body.
"Okay," she echoed, grabbing him with firm hands and stroking a few times before positioning at her entrance. She was still moist from his tongue, so the tip slid in easily enough. Ochako's stomach tightened, but she reminded herself to relax, and slowly Bakugou pushed in, inch by inch. When she thought he was done, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, he hadn't started moving yet and neither had she, and already this felt straining and uncomfortable. Maybe topping wasn't such a good idea on your second time around.
He felt bigger like this, with her weight aiding the pressure, and she was afraid she'd hurt herself if she forced any more. Ochako was about to tell him to try another position, when she lost her balance and fell forward, into Bakugou's chest.
He held her instinctively, and laying down like this, she could feel her clit brushing up against his skin, and that feeling distracted her enough from the discomfort to try moving. She rolled her hips forward, and Bakugou moaned right into her ear. "U...Uraraka..."
"Yeah?" She looked at him intently through thick eyelashes, rolling her hips again and finding out that it hurt less and less with each stroke. The friction from her boobs against his chest was nice, too.
"Keep going," Katsuki meant to demand, but it came out more like begging. His hands slowly caressed her back, and he was panting, but he managed to find his way down to her ass, thick and juicy and everything Bakugou liked.
He squeezed experimentally and she gasped, and suddenly he helped push her up and bring her down, the friction between his balls and her center making him sweat uncontrollably, and fuck, he had to watch himself not to set off his Quirk.
He would never have sex again, much less with Uraraka, if that happened. The familiar pressure built up again, but Ochako wanted it to last a little longer. She could tell, however, that Bakugou was entering her more and more erratically, and that could mean he was close.
"Hey," she coaxed softly, not halting her movements but slowing them down a bit. "Mr. Lord Explosion Murder."
"What?!" He snapped, unhappy about the change of pace. He had already been throbbing, ready for release, when she interrupted their rhythm.
"You have to slow down... I'm not ready yet."
His eyes lit up in indignation. "You think I'm gonna come first, is that it?"
"Well," she pretended to think hard about it, all the while rolling her hips towards his and getting him deeper inside of her. "It did happen just now."
"Fuck you," he retorted, fingers digging into her ass, but not painfully. "You just wait, Uraraka. I'm-"
"Gonna beat me?" She smiled, and it was coy, and she didn't even know she had it in her but she sat back, now sunk deep in his member, and started bouncing lightly on Bakugou.
"I'm gonna make you come," he promised once more, and it was almost a growl when he grabbed her waist and started bucking his hips upwards, fucking her good and nice.
"Ah~" her eyes widened, the fullness inside suddenly not uncomfortable but fulfilling, and he was hitting the spot he had stimulated earlier with his fingers, and it was way too good not to moan.
Ochako's head fell back, and she was completely gone now, giving into Bakugou with everything she had, bouncing and circling her hips hard, wanting more of the friction, more of the feeling, more of him.
Katsuki had to focus to keep himself from coming, but it was hard since he didn't have any experience before this, and Uraraka's boobs were wiggling up and down with every little shake of her body, and fuck, he really wanted to grab at them. So he did.
His hands held her breasts as they bobbed down with every thrust, and being on top of Bakugou like this, seeing him groping her - fucking her - was more than Ochako could handle. "Ah, B-Baku... Bakugou, I'm gonna-!"
"Heh," he smirked like the jerk he was, and pushed even harder inside of Uraraka, who unraveled right before his very eyes as she screamed through her orgasm, the sound pure release and pleasure and wanton.
It wasn't one second later when he felt himself shooting his own load inside the condom, and he could've sworn he was blind for a moment such was the force that pushed through him as he buckled his hips erratically.
"Ah, shit," he cursed through gritted teeth, fingers digging a little into Uraraka's pale, soft skin as she kept moaning and panting with him throbbing inside her, unknowingly dragging out his own orgasm in a torturous (yet somehow magnificent) way.
Bakugou huffed as Ochako slowly came to a stop, collapsing on his chest with him still inside her. "Hah... that was... good..." she breathed out tiredly, trying to gather some courage to get off him.
"Fucking... good..." Katsuki agreed, spent like her, hands on her back as they slowly caught their breaths. As soon as the high passed, Ochako tensed up. Should she kick him out of her room? Would they fall asleep cuddled up like a dating couple?
What was the etiquette for we-just-took-each-other's-v-card-but-don't-know-if-we-like-each-other-like-that? Katsuki groaned at the pressure, and gently pushed her off him so he could pull out, slowly sitting up to remove the used condom.
He was standing up in her bedroom, tossing it out on the trash while Uraraka overthought her upcoming actions, still indecisive, when they were saved by the bell.
Or rather, by Tsuyu. "Ochako-chan?" She knocked on her door, and both naked teenagers froze. "Are you in there?"
Bakugou's panicked eyes made contact with her widened ones, and she instinctively covered herself up with her sheets. "Ah... yeah! I'm good Tsu!"
"Okay, kero," came her friend's voice, much less concerned already. "Just checking if you didn't have a headache from the drinks."
"Nope, I'm okay! Thanks for asking!"
Asui left, satisfied with her friend's well-being, and Katsuki marveled at how quickly Uraraka could turn back on her usual cutesy personality. It kind of honored him that only he saw her like that, and he cherished the moment even more.
His had been one hell of a first time.
"Ah, Bakugou-kun... you should... you should go, unless you want other people running in," she offered in the dark, eyeing him carefully for his reaction.
But he didn't show his emotions when he didn't want to, and kept a straight face even though it hurt that she slipped back to honorifics as soon as they were...well, done. "Yeah, I'd better go," he agreed, picking up his boxers and clothes, trying not to blush as he put them on.
Uraraka stared at the ceiling, puffy cheeks going red as she tried not to look. "Also, Round Face," he looked over her, covered in her sheets but with hair slick with sweat, skin glistening and adorable eyes curious about what he was going to say.
"Just Bakugou. It's weird to change back."
She smiled a little. "I guess. Bakugou."
"G'night," he opened her door, looking both ways into the dark corridor and making sure the coast was clear.
"Oh," he looked back one last time, and Ochako thought she saw a playful spark in his eyes. "Happy birthday, Uraraka."