A/N: My apologies for not updating the rating for this story when the previous chapters were posted. In my brain I thought I had, but realized I'd only done it for the AO3 posting. It has been corrected and there is more lemon this chapter. You have been warned. But I'm pretty sure it's the last scene we write out so just hang in there!

I can see the pain behind your eyes. It's been there for quite a while. I just wanna be the one to remind you what it is to smile. I would like to show you what true love can really do. Girl let me love you, and I will love you until you learn to love yourself -Ne-Yo

When Uraraka first awoke the next morning, at first she thought the events of the night before must have been nothing but a pleasant dream. But then she felt the hard planes of a man's chest below her cheek and the dull ache between her thighs. Opening her eyes confirmed what her other senses had already told her and she smiled sleepily as she took in the sight of Bakugo in her bed, hair tousled and face peaceful in sleep.

Just past him she could make out the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand: 8:17 a.m. He was supposed to be at the Magome police station at 9 and it was a miracle they hadn't completely overslept since neither of them had thought to set an alarm after the events of the previous night. Normally she was used to being up well before now anyway, but it had been going on 11pm when they'd finished having sex the first time the night before and there had been a second time somewhere in the middle of the night.

She was exhausted and would have been content to just go back to sleep, but she knew he had to go back to look through those files today, so she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then one to the corner of his mouth. "Hey...wake up."

Katsuki made a sound that resonated in his chest as his eyebrows scrunched together before his lids slowly opened. When his eyes met hers, he started. Then he sighed, smiling softly. "So I didn't imagine this." He muttered, leaning up onto his elbow and running his fingers through a piece of her hair. She was a sight he could get used to seeing in the morning when he awoke. Her eyes were sleepy and her hair was a little wild, partly from their sexual escapades during the night and partly just bed head.

He wanted to talk to her. About everything, and lay it all out. He wanted to officially apologize to her for how he handled things back then. He wanted the air to be clear between them.

Then he saw the time on the clock. "Awh, dammit. I have to go," he groaned.

She smiled and stretched, moving off of his chest and disentangling her legs from his so that he could get up. "Go. I'll still be here when you get back," she promised.

He sighed and looked at her face. "You better be." He growled at her before playfully nipping at her shoulder. He stifled a painful groan as he slowly sat up. His shoulder was better, but pretty stiff. He'd worn it out showing Uraraka a good time last night...twice.

He hadn't planned for it, but when he rolled over and felt her breast in his hand he had grown hard once more and couldn't help himself. She hadn't complained either.

He got off the bed to retrieve his clothes. He didn't have to be in his hero suit for this, which helped him make good time in dressing. "I'll be back. When I am, we can talk." He gave her an affectionate look as he went to stand by her door.

Ochako watched him go, a small smile on her face, then shifted over in the bed to the side he had been sleeping on. The blanket and pillow still smelled like him and she snuggled deep into the covers, deciding she'd sleep just a bit longer then get up and take a shower before he got back.

Bakugo was at the station for almost an hour. It took that long to go through the files. "I don't see him in here."

"If you can give us your best physical description of the guy, that would be a good start. We'll compare it with my man who saw him too and have officials begin searching."

"Sounds good." said Bakugo, writing down all he could remember about the guy.

When he returned to the hotel, he went by his room to drop off some paperwork then crossed back over to hers. He knocked on her door and waited.

The door swung open to reveal Uraraka, freshly showered and fully dressed with her hotel key card in hand as if she had been about to leave her room. She smiled when she saw him. "Hey, I was actually just about to go grab breakfast and get some coffee. You could come with me if you want?"

"Oh, I don't plan to let you out of my sight very long for the foreseeable future." He teased, smirking. "Breakfast and coffee sound good to me. Let's go."

Uraraka flushed pink to the tips of her ears as she fell into step beside him. Last night she had been so caught up in the moment, a moment she'd waited years for, but it was different in the light of day knowing that things had irrevocably changed between them.

She hadn't forgotten his proclamation about having been in love with her for the last five years or the fact that she hadn't actually said it back. She was fairly certain she did, but saying the actual words terrified her for some reason. It was something she'd never been able to say in prior relationships either. She was sure that was part of what he was going to want to talk about and her heart rate accelerated at the thought.

"How did it go at the police station?" she asked in the most casual voice she could manage as they boarded the elevator.

"They don't have his file, so they didn't even know he existed." He replied. He fought the urge to hold her hand. One step at a time, he reminded himself. "They're going to run some checks through their system and see if anyone comes up fitting my description. They'll contact me when they have a list of suspects. Granted, I won't have to be here for that in person at least." He sighed. "Only me and that other guy saw him. But hopefully they're able to catch him. I'm not sure how his quirk activates. He could touch himself or someone else and go, or maybe all he has to do is think of a place and go, or maybe he would have had to have seen it before in order to go?" He rambled the whole ride down until the doors opened for them and he followed her out.

Her lips pursed together as she considered his words. "So really he could be anywhere by now." she said with a frown. That wasn't good. What if his quirk allowed him to teleport into the prison and retrieve the gang members they had caught? It would all depend on his quirk limitations, of course, but without knowing anything about him or his quirk besides what Bakugo had seen, anything was possible. She was sure the police were probably putting extra security measures in place for that very reason.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, admitting them into the lobby. "I guess we should call Todoroki and update him so he knows we'll be back soon. But first, breakfast! I heard there was a good cafe just around the corner."

"I'm good for whatever." He shrugged, wincing slightly. "I keep forgetting that my shoulder was impaled yesterday."

"That seems like it would be a hard thing to forget," she said, laughing slightly at how casually he'd said it. "Just do me a favor and don't make a habit out of it, okay?" she teased, but then turned more serious. "I really can't say thank you enough for jumping in front of it for me, though."

"Consider me well-thanked after last night, cheeks." He smirked. They made their way out of the hotel and headed for the cafe she mentioned. He was nervous as hell but did his best not to show it. He still couldn't believe that they'd had sex at this point and that he'd proclaimed his feelings aloud to her face beforehand. He wasn't completely convinced he was even awake. What was she thinking? Did she regret the night before? Had it all been for nothing? How could they go back to just being friends after this?

They arrived at the cafe, which wasn't terribly busy but smelled divine as they walked through the door. Bakugo held up two fingers to the host and they were immediately seated. After putting in their orders for coffee, he looked around the place before letting his eyes rest on her face.

"So...you...um...wanted to talk?" she asked, her eyes meeting his across the table. She was glad the cafe wasn't busy this time of morning so they had at least some semblance of privacy.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah. I mean. I guess I just want to know what you're thinking." He played with the napkin in front of him. "We were fighting last night before things got...well, pretty great. And I just wanted to clear the air about that and know how you feel about this. I didn't expect things to go the way they did. Not that I'm complaining at all. But there's an order to how these things usually go and of course I'd like to ask you out on a proper date. But I don't feel comfortable doing that until I understand your intentions and make sure no stone is left unturned about what we went through...before France."

A light blush tinted his cheeks and he glanced at his hands before coming up to look into her eyes before continuing.

"I'd like to...officially and...sincerely apologize for how I handled things back then. I let my pride get in the way and I was a stubborn jackass. I was the worst at expressing my feelings then. And honestly I feel like I still may be now. I let my jealousy over you and Deku get the best of me. It was childish. All I can say is that I have never cared for a girl even half as much as I did for you, so when it happened, I was hurt beyond what felt like was even possible. Dramatic, I know. But that's how it felt."

Uraraka felt her heart clench at his words. "No, not dramatic at all." she said softly, recalling how devastating that part of her life had been for her as well. "I suppose if we're apologizing for past behavior, I owe you a few of my own. First, for running away like that. At the time, it seemed like the best course of action. You had shut me out completely to the point that you weren't even coming back to your own apartment just to avoid me. I know because I sat outside on those stairs a lot that week. Your neighbors probably thought I was some sort of crazy stalker," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion as she remembered.

"And the way you wouldn't even look at me when I came to find you at the gym the morning after the engagement party after I'd thought everything was going so well for us the night before. Well, it hurt...a lot. I couldn't bear to think about having to endure that from you after we'd been so close and I knew with both of us on the road to being pro heroes, I'd be seeing you a lot if I stayed here. So when the chance came to relocate, I took it. I cried the entire flight to France, though...all twelve hours of it. The moment I realized you weren't going to come try to stop me was one of the worst feelings I've ever experienced. I'd still had a little bit of hope until then."

She paused in her story, fidgeting with the cuff of her sleeves, then took a breath before continuing. "You know, I actually saw you once about a year and a half after I left. Well, heard you, I guess. I came home for Christmas with my parents that year and my mom and I were out shopping. We stopped into some bookstore she wanted to go to because there was a book she was looking for for my dad. And I heard you almost as soon as we walked in. You were yelling at Kirishima about wasting too much time or something like that and I panicked. I'd actually started to think I'd gotten over everything after a year and a half of being away, but then I heard your voice and I just froze up. I wanted to hide but there was nowhere to go and I could hear you guys getting closer but then Kirishima came around the corner and saw me. And then he turned around and said something about a video game he'd forgotten to grab and dragged you off with him. I told my mom I wasn't feeling well after that and went to wait in the car and I never understood why Kirishima helped me but with what I know now, I know it wasn't about helping me at all. He was trying to help you by not letting you see me there."

Bakugo's shock took a moment to set in. But when it did, he pictured setting Kirishima's face on fire. "You...you came back?" His voice broke a little. The waiter returned with their coffee, but suddenly Bakugo wasn't very hungry. They ended up not ordering any food. Once they were gone, he clenched his fists.

"I listened to your messages. Every single one. The day you didn't call, I checked them, realizing how stupid I was being. When you said you were leaving, I went to your apartment to try to catch you. I waited. But you were already gone." He paused, fighting back his emotions. "I tried to call you back but you'd...disconnected your number. That was unexpected and...it hurt. And not just me, I know. But how could I have known that you would leave the country? How could I have known that you would ghost us all in the process? I've been beating myself up for the last two plus years about it, listening to those voicemails over and over and blaming myself."

It was hard to not be angry talking about this, but he kept his cool. That was the point of talking things out. Once they had, they could finally let it go and move on to better things. "But you came back...and you didn't even want to reach out to me? Give me a chance to apologize to you? I can't believe it. And I'm going to kill Kirishima when we get back." He drank some of his coffee. "But at the same time, I can understand your anxiety. I think we both definitely could have handled our shit better. That's on each of us. I hope you can forgive me for being an idiot and not answering my phone. It was one of the worst mistakes of my life."

Her eyes closed tight and she swallowed hard, fighting back the tears she could feel prickling at the back of her eyes. When she opened them, she found it was hard to look at him without wanting to cry, so she stared down toward her coffee, swirling the mug absentmindedly just to give her something to do with her hands.

"I know I took the coward's way out, and I'm sorry for that. I just couldn't bear to have you look at me with all that hatred. And then, when we did see each other again that first day at the agency, that was the first thing you did which only confirmed my fears. You refused to even sit next to me. I'll be honest, that really stung. And I know I didn't handle it very well by lashing out. Mina was the one who knocked sense into me on that a few weeks later at my birthday party. It was after you left without telling anyone. I said something not so nice, I'll admit, and she dragged me into the bathroom and went off on me about how I'd been treating you and told me we were both idiots."

She briefly considered mentioning what else Mina had told her, but after how he'd reacted to finding out about Kirishima's meddling, she changed her mind. "That's why I came into work that Monday and called the truce, and I'm glad I did," she said, finally looking back up at him. "I know it was weird in the beginning but it was nice being on friendly terms again because we used to be so close, and I missed that."

"Yeah, I know. I did too, Round-face. I guess I was just caught off guard by you suddenly being back in my life after all of that, and with how things were left between us...I was just angry. I shouldn't have been, but it was the first feeling I clung to. If it's any consolation, I was actually glad to see you. But it brought back so much shit to the surface that I'd finally buried. I didn't think you would ever come back." He sighed. "But that's no excuse. I was a dick. I'm sorry for that, too." He rested his hands on the table, one clenching the other in a giant fist. "Fucking Pinky, too. They're both so dead." He muttered.

She reached out a hand across the table and gently laid hers on top of his for a moment. "Hey, don't be mad at them. They both obviously care a lot about you and were trying to help." She pulled her hand back to her side of the table. "I'm sorry about the last few days, too. You were right. I was jealous when I saw you on that date and then she winked at you when we were leaving and that certainly didn't help. I wanted you to be happy but it was easier for me to let you go be happy with her if I pushed you away first. I know that probably doesn't make much sense." she sighed. "But then even after I'd been acting like a bitch towards you, you still jumped in front of me when I was in danger yesterday."

He unraveled his hands and left them separate on top of the table. Her skin had been so warm. Is that why her cheeks were always pink?

He smirked slightly. "Women are strangely intuitive creatures, apparently. I didn't even tell her I was in love with you. She guessed it. I had no idea why you were suddenly acting so cold towards me because as I mentioned yesterday, I hadn't even told anyone about that stupid date. She was perfectly nice. She just wasn't who I wanted."

He looked down at his hands, wishing they were touching her again.

"You've got to understand something about me, Round-face." He looked into her eyes. "I am a hero. I never question putting my life on the line to protect someone else's. Especially yours. You could never make me mad enough to let you get hurt, or worse. I'd never forgive myself."

"I know." Her eyes met his across the table and she smiled slightly. She knew she could trust him with her life. It was trusting him with her heart after everything they'd been through that was hard. Her eyes drifted back down to the tabletop, not sure she could say what she needed to say next if she was looking at him. "I guess I'm just…I'm afraid of rushing into things." Her eyes met his again. "You know I care about you a lot and that I have for a very long time, but you and I don't have the best track record for treating each other right and I'm afraid that it will all blow up in our faces again and I don't know if I could handle going through that again. I want to give this...give us...a chance, though. But maybe we could try to take things slow until we know where this is going to go?"

He sighed and nodded. "There's a difference now that we didn't have back then." He paused. "We finally fucking said something. Now we can act on it. I want to take you out on a real date. I want us to spend more time together outside of work. Going slow is perfectly fine with me. I'm all in if you are." He turned one of his hands upside, hoping with all his might that she'd take it.

Her eyes drifted down slowly to the hand he'd offered and her lips curved upward into a real smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as she reached her own hand across to lay her palm against his. "I'm in."

He smiled, too, wrapping his fingers over hers. It was probably the first time he had genuinely smiled in a long time. "Good." His phone started going off every ten seconds with a new text message. His face slightly darkened with annoyance. "I bet it's that damn Kirishima." He grumbled.

"Maybe you should check? It could be important." She started to withdraw her hand so that he could.

He made a noise much like a disgruntled cat and reluctantly let go of her hand to check his phone. "Tch. It's him. I'll call him later to let him know what little time he has left on earth." He slipped it back into his pocket. He gave her a look. "Did you want to go back to the hotel room? We don't have to leave until tomorrow."

"Yeah, that sounds good," she agreed, finishing off her coffee and then standing. "Try not to be too hard on them, okay?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I make no promises." He stood along with her. After a moment, he held out his hand to her.

She took it, lacing her fingers together with his, and together they walked back the short distance to the hotel.

Everything felt surreal to her as they boarded the elevator, still holding hands. Just the night before, they'd been arguing in this same elevator and now here they were...doing whatever it was they were doing. She supposed it didn't really need a label just yet.

When they arrived back at her room door, he brought her hand up to place a light kiss against her fingers. "I'm gonna hop to my room and shower so I can change my clothes, cheeks. I'll come back after?"

In answer, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him, just barely brushing her lips over his before she turned and inserted her key card into the door, disappearing inside.

Almost as soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Bakugo's phone began to ring.

Bakugo couldn't bite back his smile until he read the caller ID. An evil grumble of laughter erupted from his chest as he entered his own room. He brought the phone up to his ear. "Your days are numbered, Shitty Hair."

"And good morning to you, too." Kirishima greeted, completely unperturbed by Bakugo's words. Threats against his life were fairly standard. His friend probably just hadn't had his coffee yet. "So did you do it?"

"Like I'd give out such private information." Bakugo said, rolling his eyes, thinking he was talking about sex with Uraraka. "You've got some nerve after what you pulled. And Pinky too!"

"I mean did you finally man up and tell her how you feel? What the hell did you think I meant?" Kirishima's eye roll was evident even over the phone. "And what do you mean what we pulled? You're the one who called us for advice," he chuckled, then sighed. "I'm guessing it didn't go well? I'm sorry, man."

Bakugo growled in frustration. "Not that I owe you anything, but it went VERY well. And don't play dumb. You fucking SAW her! You saw her when she was back for Christmas that year and you hid it from me!"

Kirishima groaned. "Aw man, you know that was for your own good. It took you forever to get over it after she left and everything was going so well for you then and I didn't want you to backslide."

"Going well for me, how? I could've done something about this shit sooner!" He yelled. "But instead she was hidden from me, she didn't even approach me, and we had to wait nearly three years to finally come clean after yet another fight about everything. Granted, the making up was nice but I can't help but feel like that shit could've been avoided. And PINKY!" He continued yelling as he shifted through his belongings to find his other casual clothes. "I don't need everyone fighting my battles for me, I AM GROWN."

"Oh, so you did make up? That's great!"

"Are you kidding me? That's the only part that stuck? You're such a—"

"Hey just a sec, man." He was cut off by Kirishima. "What was that, babe?"

Bakugo glared, wide-eyed at the wall in his hotel bathroom. Kirishima must want to die.

"Tell her she's late." Kirishima's voice was slightly muffled as he spoke to someone who could only be Mina talking to him on his end. "Yeah, it's him. He already went off on me." A pause while he must have been listening to something she said. "Yeah, he's pissed….uh-huh….nah, he'll get over it." It was clear Mina must have still been on the phone with Ochako because a moment later, Kirishima said, "Wait, did she just say? Really? Twice?!" Suddenly his voice was back to full volume as he spoke into the phone. "You dog! I guess you must've found that condom I stuck in your wallet."

"Tell Round-face to quit aiding the enemy!" Bakugo yelled. "And when the hell did you put a condom in my fucking wallet?!"

"Oh yeah, that was a while back. It was back when you were all," here he slipped into his best Bakugo voice impression "'I don't have time to date, Hair-For-Brains, I'm going to be the number one hero...yada, yada…something about 'Fucking Deku'. Y'know, the usual rant you do. But let's face it, you're a good looking guy. Girls were always trying to flirt with you whether you noticed it or not. I figured you might need it eventually. So you're saying you didn't find it?"

"No, Shitty Hair. I did not find it." Bakugo massaged the bridge of his nose in agitation. "Clearly threatening your life isn't getting me anywhere so I'm going to go now."

"Alright, have a great day!" Kirishima said cheerfully before he disconnected the call.

Bakugo stood there a moment doing his best to let go of the stupidity he'd just had to endure. He growled and grabbed his wallet. There was indeed a condom. How the hell had he not noticed this earlier?

He finally took his shower and switched into his new clothes. Sporting a dark red T-shirt and black jeans, he put the condom in his pocket and walked across the hall to knock on Uraraka's door. He smirked and waited. He wasn't about to let her get away with trying to head him off with Pinky and Shitty Hair.

Uraraka answered the door, her phone in one hand. The TV in her room was on, broadcasting the local news. It was clear she already knew that he knew what she had done because the first words out of her mouth as she opened the door wide enough for him to enter were "I can explain. I didn't know you were already on the phone with Kirishima or that Mina had the volume up on her phone loud enough that he could hear my end of the conversation."

Bakugo gently pushed her back as he stepped into her room, letting the door shut itself behind him. "I think a little punishment is in order for your betrayal." He looked down at her, hungry, taking in the sight of her. He was about to lean down to grab her hips and kiss her, but he heard the reporter on her television screen start speaking about the raid. He peered over at it.

"I'm standing now in front of the building in which the raid took place. Most gang members were apprehended and detained quickly, while others put up more of a fight to defend their base. Number Two Hero Ground Zero was injured during the battle, but was promptly taken care of by healthcare professionals and is expected to make a quick and full recovery. Others on the scene were-"

Bakugo narrowed and squinted his eyes at the screen. "Hold on a second…"

He walked over to be closer to the screen and before him, hidden partially in the crowd of onlookers behind the reporter, was the villain he had seen that could teleport. "Hey, cheeks, call the police and toss me your phone." It was already in her hand and he had left his own in his room. "That's the fucking guy." He pointed him out to her.

Ochako's eyes went as wide as saucers as she looked from him to the man on screen and then quickly opened her contacts and pressed the button to dial the number for the direct line to the Magome police station they'd been given before passing the phone to him.

When someone answered, Bakugo spoke. "This is Ground Zero, I need to speak to Chief Kobayashi right away." He was transferred. "I'm watching the news and that villain is in the crowd. Yeah, pull it up. Okay. He's that guy behind the lady with the lavender shirt. Creepy-looking and has dark hair. Yes, that's him. No problem. Thanks." He hung up the phone and handed it back to Uraraka. "Now that they have his face they can run it through the system again and try to figure out who the hell he is."

She took the phone and sat at the foot of the hotel bed, her eyes never leaving the screen as she studied the man's face and mannerisms. She'd only been doing so for less than a minute before the man looked directly at the news camera, smirking. The look sent chills down her spine. It was like he knew he was being watched.

Before she could voice that thought aloud, he'd turned and disappeared into the crowd. She kept her eyes locked on the screen, waiting to see if he'd reappear but moments later something else drew her attention as there was a commotion in the building behind the reporter and several officers who had been manning the perimeter rushed in, weapons drawn.

"Wonder what that's about?"

"I'll assume they have it under control if they don't call us in." He eyed her warily. "I don't feel good about this guy being on the loose. He's dangerous."

"Me neither," she agreed. With a quirk like his, there was no telling where he could be next. She sat staring intently at the new broadcast until the phone in her hand suddenly started to ring and she nearly jumped out of her seat, startled by the jarring noise. She looked at the caller id and saw that it was the Magome police department calling back. "This is Uravity. Yes, he's here with me. Yes. Yeah, that's right. You can go ahead and send it over. Thank you."

She hung up the call and opened her email just as a new message came through. "The good news is they've identified him," she said as she opened the email and then the file attached to it. "His name is Atsuo Sato. According to the quirk registry, he can only teleport to somewhere he's either been to before or seen a photo of. The good news with that is he's not seen the inside of the prison where his friends are being held so it's unlikely he can get in and get them out. The bad news is, we're not the only ones who've been watching the news. Evidently he's been watching the reports from yesterday enough that he's learned the names of nearly everyone involved." She scrolled to the bottom of the file that had been attached and found a photo of a note with a list of names attached and turned the phone for Bakugo to see. "They found this inside just a few minutes ago. This was what the commotion was about. Apparently he's made a list of everyone he blames for yesterday. And we're on it."

Bakugo practically hissed. "Bastard." He looked into her eyes. "You need to be careful. It's good that we live so close to each other. I can make sure you make it home safely until he's caught." He reached over to stroke her arm. "I don't know what I'd do if he got you. Probably go crazy."

She locked her phone screen and set it aside before bringing the fingers of one hand up to rest gently against his cheek. "We'll look after each other. We always do. It's certainly not the first time we've been targeted," she said, laughing slightly as she thought back to their tumultuous years at UA. "And it certainly won't be the last."

He shrugged weakly. "Guess that's fair." He leaned into her touch. His red eyes glinted as they met hers. "So, where were we?" He asked, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips.

"Hm...I believe," she began, slowly drawing closer to him with each word, "we were...here." Her lips ghosted across his on the last word and she kissed him, slowly and sweetly, as the hand on his cheek moved to the back of his neck.

He sighed gently, moving his hands to grab her hips as he had intended to do when he'd arrived earlier. He jerked her body against his and fell back onto her bed, holding her on top of him. Fuck, he could really get used to this. It felt so easy, so right to be this way with her.

She crawled over him, her hands bracing against the mattress on either side of his head and her knees flanking his hips as she continued to kiss him slowly and deeply. After a moment, she shifted, putting more of her weight back onto her knees so her hands could slide over his chest and arms, exploring his body at a leisurely pace unlike the night before when everything had moved so quickly. Now that they knew where they stood and that the other had no plans of leaving anytime soon, there was no need to rush. She wanted to take her time learning his body and getting to know his likes and dislikes.

He watched her hands roam over his chest and he was glad that he kept such a vigorous workout routine. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself fall vulnerable to her touch. He could already feel himself growing hard. Having her on top of him like this was certainly making it hard not to react. He looked up at her face under half-lidded eyes. He hoped she liked what she was seeing.

Her hands slid further down his torso, dipping under the hem of his shirt and moving back up his stomach so her fingers could trace the grooves of his abs. As her hands moved higher, she leaned forward, her lips grazing over the juncture of his neck and shoulder before she bit down gently and then soothed the spot with her tongue.

"Mm, fuck." Bakugo whispered. It hurt a little when she bit down, but damn did it feel good when she suckled and massaged his skin with her tongue. His pants felt tighter every second. He bucked his hips against hers, gripping her hips more tightly with his hands. He loved feeling the flesh there, it made her so real, so womanly with her curves that resembled a Greek goddess. He slid them further upward, coming around to cup her ass before he began his massage there as well.

"Guess you must like that," she said quietly, the smirk evident in her voice just before she repeated the action. She'd probably left a mark that time, but it wasn't anything his hero suit wouldn't cover up. She moved back up to kiss him, her hands coming up to cup his face and pulled him upright until she was sitting in his lap facing him and she could pull his shirt up, disconnecting their lips only to pull it off over his head.

"Oh, my. This feels like you're ravishing me, cheeks." He teased, slipping his tongue out to play with her bottom lip as they kissed. His hands ran up her ass to her back, keeping her close to him. "You like marking your territory, minx?" He brought his hands around to her front to cup both of her breasts, and he began moving them around while stroking his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

"Maybe I do," she murmured against his lips. "That a problem?" She arched her back, pressing into his touch and then pulled her own shirt overhead as well, tossing it to the side where it landed in a crumpled heap beside his. She shoved lightly against his shoulders and pushed him back down onto the bed, thinking she was glad she'd thought to pack one of her prettier bras rather than just her sports bras.

His eyes drank the sight of her in her lacy bra like it was the best water they'd ever tasted. His gaze greedily roamed over her flushed face and devious expression, then her slender neck, followed of course by the most amazing breasts he'd ever seen and ending with her hourglass waistline. "Fuck no." He murmured in response. "You're so fucking perfect." He glided his hands over her thighs and waist.

Her lips twitched upwards into a smile. "So are you." She leaned forward to capture his lips with hers once more but only for a moment before her lips were moving back down his neck, following the trail her hands created as the pads of her fingers traced lightly down his chest and abs until she reached the waist of his jeans. She pressed a kiss just below his navel as her hands effortlessly undid the button and then slid the zipper down.

His whole body shivered when she kissed his stomach. His mind was reeling, filled with her visage. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He wondered if she knew just how deeply he believed it. He felt his erection push harder against the fabric of his boxers. She was driving him wild with need. And by the look on her face, that was exactly what she wanted. "Little minx." he murmured, smirking at her.

She peered up at him from beneath her lashes, biting her lower lip. The heat in his gaze as their eyes met felt as if it could burn her alive but it was nothing compared to the heat she could feel pooling between her legs. Her hands moved to his hips, fingers hooking under the waist of his jeans and boxers and tugging them down just a few inches until his cock sprang free and she dipped her head down, running the tip of her tongue over the length teasingly.

He felt a jolt crash into him. "Holy fuck! Mm..!" He moaned. That felt so good he felt as if he could've died believing he'd lived a fulfilled life. "God...Ochako." he nearly whimpered.

His reaction sent a surge of pride through her, knowing she was the one who'd made him react like that. She repeated the action, this time pausing at the top to swirl her tongue over the head before she took him into her mouth, one hand gently holding the base of his erection so she could get a better angle as she began to move.

"Ohhhh...fuck, fuck, Angel...you are very good at this." His hips bucked slightly in response. He gripped the covers on the bed, trying to keep himself grounded.

Her head bobbed up and down, varying her speed and occasionally pausing to flick her tongue over the tip, the sounds he was making turning her on even more and encouraging her to continue.

"Mm...Ochako...you'll make me cum if you don't stop." he warned breathlessly.

She pulled away from him, running her tongue along his length one last time as she sat up. "Hm...well, we can't have that happening just yet, can we?" She slipped off the end of the bed, standing as she undid her own jeans and slid them off, revealing the matching lace panties that went with the bra she was wearing. "We haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

It was almost tortuous, his need for her. He could feel his dick pulsing with heat, even after her mouth had left him. Fuck, she was sexy. "I never thought I'd enjoy lingerie as much as I do now." He admitted, burning this image of her deeply into his brain. "You make it look good." He eyed her, waiting to see what she wanted to do next.

"Maybe I can model some of my other sets for you sometime," she teased as she crawled back into bed with him and kissed him, her hands cupping either side of his face. She wanted to jump him right then and there but she knew she'd need to give him a few moments to calm down after bringing him to the edge like that.

A growl came from his chest. "I wouldn't say no to that, Angel-face." He kissed her back with a lingering tenderness, their lips clinging to each other and parting ever so slowly. He moved his hand up her thigh before quickly pushing it up so that he could reach her hot sex. He could feel her wetness through her pretty underwear and he smirked against her lips. As his finger slid beneath the lace to circle around her entrance, he slipped his tongue against hers once more, claiming it. His finger intermittently went from massaging the area to pushing inside of her, then coming back out to play with her clit. Her gasps of pleasure increased his speed and eagerness.

She tore her mouth from his, burying her face in the crook of his neck as the sensations became more overwhelming. "Ohh...mmm..that feels so good.."

He nuzzled his face against her hair, loving the smell of whatever shampoo she had used that morning. "You feel so good." He smirked against her ear then nibbled on her lobe gently, running his tongue along the edge of it. He broke away after a moment to grab the condom from his pants pocket and shoved the remains of his clothes to the floor. He stood off of the bed, looking down at the curvy goddess that lay before him. He opened the condom wrapper and carefully slid it over his length. Then he bent down to scoot her body more in line with his own, keeping his hands on her to run down her hips until they met her panties. He slid them off slowly. He leaned down to kiss her stomach. "You ready for me, Angel-face?"

"Not yet..." she said with a hint of a smirk just before she brought one hand up to press against his uninjured shoulder, simultaneously activating her quirk as she flipped them over and then deactivating it once she was back on top. "Now I am," she said, smirking down at him as she straddled his hips. She used one hand to position him at her entrance as she slid herself slowly down onto him, letting out a sigh of contentment as he filled her.

He inhaled sharply. "You fucking minx!" He grinned, his body shuddering at the sensation of her wrapped around him. This was certainly a side of her that he could get used to seeing. Taking charge, and not only that, but taking charge of him. It was just like the first time she'd beat him in a fight and that's when he realized just how into her he was. He pushed his hips up to jostle her slightly.

Her hands splayed against his chest, using them to steady herself as she started to rock her hips back and forth. "Mmm…Katsuki."

"Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that." he moaned and rocked in time with her. His hands grabbed and massaged her thighs and ass back and forth.

Her brown eyes met his ruby ones, holding his gaze as she rode him slowly at first and then steadily started increasing her speed.

He moaned again and sat up, moving his hands to wrap around her waist, using his elbows to keep support for her legs. He met her speed and increased it further, his eyes never leaving hers. He was close now, but he waited.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders at the same time her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as she moaned and writhed against him. She leaned back slightly, changing the angle and causing him to hit the spot that drove her wild. "Ohhhh...oh, god!" she whimpered as he hit the spot over and over again. "Oh fuck, that feels good, Katsuki!"

It wasn't long after that she was sent over the edge, her limbs wrapping tightly around him to keep herself anchored as she rode out her orgasm.

He cried out and allowed his own release to come. His body tensed and he crushed her to him as he buried his face in her neck. "That was...amazing...Angel-face." He said breathlessly. When they had settled back down, he carefully released his grip on her to allow her to move.

She laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You're amazing."