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"What are you grinning at?"

Her lips curled around her toothbrush as she tried to stop the smile that was threatening to split across her face. "Nothing," she mumbled with a little shrug as she continued to brush her teeth. Uraraka's eyes drifted over toward Bakugo as she watched him brush his teeth at the sink a counter away from her.

It was silly how something so small made her heart flutter.

They'd gotten ready for bed together a little more than a handful of times at the dorms but there was something different about this. It wasn't the separate sink or the large tub and shower behind them. "I'm not allowed to look at you?" Uraraka questioned, sticking her tongue out at Bakugo as she set her toothbrush in the case. She turned around, leaning against the counter as she picked up her moisturizer.

"No," he answered simply, spitting into the sink. Bakugo leaned down over the sink, shooting her a little smirk as the water rushed down the drain. He cupped his hands and splashed water against his face.

Uraraka rolled her eyes, laughing as he wiped his face off. "Tough," she started, tugging his shirt to pull him close. She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Put some lotion on your face." Patting a hand against his chest, she moved toward the bedroom to change her clothes.

Her fingers stumbled on the doorknob, pausing.

They'd seen each other naked.

Slipping into her pajamas in front of him wouldn't be a big deal. She bustled around his dorm room in her bra and uniform skirt, toothbrush in one hand and a snack bar in the other while he meticulously got dressed amidst her panicked routine.

"Your face is gonna fall off." She pulled off her sweater, watching him from the corner of her eye as she walked to her bag.

"No that shit clogs my pores," he told her, standing in the doorway. "I sweat glycerin, so my damn skin is fine." His shoulder knocked against the frame as he watched her.

"That's just your hands. I'm talking about your face." She turned her back to him, feeling her face flush as she unhooked her bra. "Which will fall off if you don't put lotion on it." Face burning, she casually tossed the garment aside as she continued dressing for bed.

"All my sweat has a small trace of glycerin, but my palms got the good stuff," he informed her.

Uraraka could feel his eyes brushing over the planes of her back. "So, you're-" She pulled her tank top on as she turned to face him. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, head cocking to the side. "-providing more proof that you smell like sugar cookies?" she grinned, sliding out of her shorts and stumbling a little. Suddenly, she wished she'd changed into one of the lacey pairs of underwear she'd shoved at the bottom of her bag.

"Shut up," he growled, pulling his own shirt off as he stepped out of the bathroom and moved in front of her.

Her hands curled into tight fists, stopping herself from adjusting her top. "I'm not wrong," she challenged.

Bakugo curled his hands around her waist. "You're not right either."

It was hard to be a smartass when she was standing in front of him in pink paisley underwear. "Eh." Uraraka stuck her tongue out him before, rising to her toes for a kiss. "Wanna watch a movie?" she questioned, looking at the TV on the dresser.

"Yeah," he nodded, kissing her temple before they separated.

Uraraka quickly opened the window before making her way to her side of the bed. She huffed, settling under the blankets and pulling the comforter underneath her chin.

"You know, you wouldn't be so cold if you didn't open the damn window," Bakugo told her, tipping his chin as he moved to the other side of the bed. Gaze hot, his hand went to the button of his pants.

She swallowed the squeak in her throat, coughing as she reached for her phone. Her cheeks burned as she hastily picked an app to distract herself from staring too much.

"What are you looking at?" Bakugo questioned. Turning off the light, he slid into bed next to her.

"Seeing what our idiot friends are up to." Uraraka scooted closer to him. Her head went against his chest as she tipped her phone up for him to see. "They like the picture you posted."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her as he rested his chin to the top of her head.

"It's so weird being away from the dorms," she whispered, stopping on a photo that Ashido had posted with a lot of their classmates in the common room.

"We're not gonna be there forever."

"I know." They hadn't been there forever, but she had trouble recalling what her life was like before U.A. "We just spend so much time there, it's weird being away."

"It's fucking quiet," he mumbled, squeezing her.

"It is." Uraraka closed her eyes for a moment, listening. "Really fucking quiet." The faint sounds of waves and wind were different from the sounds at the dorms. "Is it weird that I miss the sound of Kirishima hitting the punching bag?" It was one of those sounds she'd grown used to when she'd sleep in Bakugo's room.

"Yes," he growled. His hands slipped underneath her top, curling around her lower back. "I hate that damn thing."

"You're just jealous you don't have one in your room," she leaned back a bit, licking the bottom of his chin. "I know I am." She grinned brightly at his glare, blinking up at him innocently. "What?"

"That's fucking gross," he told her, eyes narrowed and lips turned into an amused smirk.

Her head tilted to the side, brows raised defiantly. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Uraraka sat up to her knees in front of him. With a little pout, she carefully cupped his face bringing them nose to nose. "How about this?" she questioned, before dragging her tongue over his nose.

"The fuck!"

She cackled.

"Come here!" Bakugo pulled her onto his lap.

"No!" she squealed, pushing his shoulders away even though her thighs were firmly pinned at his waist. "Ewww," she shrieked, feeling his wet nose brush against her cheek. "Why would you do that?"

"Seriously, Ochako?"

"Seriously," she nodded, nose wrinkling in distaste. The corners of her lips twitched in amusement as she kissed him. "Why?"

Once.

"Why?" Twice.

He chuckled, tightening his hold around her. "You're a fucking brat," he muttered against her lips. His hands found their way underneath her shirt, palms sliding up her bare back.

"That's your fault," she teased, dragging the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip before nipping the soft flesh.

Bakugo's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation as a shocked groan tore from his throat. "Damn it," he hissed, curling his hands into tight fists against her back.

The sound rumbled in her stomach, sparking a small burst of arousal. Uraraka inhaled deeply. A shiver quaked through her stomach as she focused on counting the faint freckles on Bakugo's cheeks. "Did I do something wrong?" She knew she hadn't.

Judging from the quick pulse of his erection pressed against her, she'd done something very right.

The fact that he'd frozen and had his fists clenched so tightly she could feel him shaking made her doubt herself. "Katsuki-"

"My hands are sweating."

She frowned. In the distant corners of her mind, she could recall instances of him quickly drying his hands against the sheets before he touched her. "Are you okay?" It wasn't a big deal, was it?

"Yeah," he breathed, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. "I wasn't fucking expecting that."

"What?"

"For your tongue to feel that good."

Oh. "Sorry?" What was she supposed to say to that? She couldn't help but feel a little burst of pride at his confession.

He snorted, "Don't apologize."

Uraraka blinked, letting his words settle. She carefully moved her hands to the sides of his face, pulling him back in her line of sight. Her thumbs stroked his cheekbones as her eyes fell to his lips.

His eyes fluttered closed, leaning into her touch.

She licked her lips before sweeping her tongue over his mouth once more.

"Fuck."

Uraraka rocked against him, feeling dizzy at the sound of his broken groan. "Touch me," she whispered between kisses. Her stomach was a tangle of nerves but arousal burned brighter. They were miles away from the playful banter they'd started with when they'd first gotten into bed.

"My hands are fucking sweaty," Bakugo moaned against her lips as his fists pressed into her back.

"So?" Her fingers found their way into his hair, giving a little tug and drawing a hot gasp from him.

He hissed, squeezing her against him as he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. "You want me to set you off like a piece of fucking dynamite?" Bakugo chuckled dryly.

"Just wipe them off." It took almost all of her self control not to make to make a joke. "It's just a little sweat," Uraraka whispered against his lips as she moved against him. The friction between them had started to border on torture. Even with the window open and without Bakugo's quirk, it felt like her skin was on fire. "It's fine," she promised, pulling her trump card as her teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

"Goddamn it." His hands slipped against her back, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her with gusto. With one swift movement, he rolled her underneath him and pinned her against the bed. Bakugo slapped his hands against the sheets on either side of her to hastily wipe his hands.

She cackled.

"You won't be laughing if I set the damn bed on fire," he grumbled, sliding his hands up her body.

Uraraka looped her arms around his neck as her legs went around his waist. "Maybe not immediately," she chuckled, pressing her hand to the side of his face.

He scowled, brows crossed with a mix between restraint and frustration. "Fucking never." Dropping his forehead to her shoulder, he moved his lips to her neck.

"A year from now, definitely." A soft pleasured sigh escaped her lips as his tongue teased the soft flesh beneath her ear. "It would," she stuttered, squirming as heat flashed over her skin, "be an interesting story to tell." Her hands slid against his chest.

"No." His tone was firm even though the word left his mouth in one breathless syllable. His teeth nipped the side of her jaw as his fingers clumsily pawed at her shirt.

He was nervous.

His sweaty palms and the faint feeling of his heart thudding beneath her palms soothed her own nerves. "Yes," Uraraka whispered softly, flashing a little grin at him as her legs gave his waist a little squeeze before she slid her shirt off.

Bakugo licked his lips, looking at her with the same awe as the first time he'd seen her naked. Slippery hands glided up her legs as a soft moan rumbled in his chest. His hands squeezed her hips before he lowered himself on top of her. Chest to chest, Bakugo kissed her roughly as his hands made their way to her hair.

His tongue slipped past her lips, sweeping inside her mouth. They stayed like that for a long moment. Unhurried and without distraction, his hands roamed her body as they kissed. Her fingers curled in his hair, pulling them closer together as she moved her hips against him.

"Slow down," he groaned, sucking in a tight breath as his hands settled firmly on her hips.

She could feel whatever hesitation lingering around him dissolve as the friction between them increased. He'd started moving with her, grinding against her with need. "Why?" she whispered, yanking at his hair.

They didn't have to worry about dorm checks.

No unexpected phone calls from either of their parents.

Their classmates were hours away. They didn't have to worry about being too loud or wondering if every little noise outside their rooms was a potential interruption.

If anything, in her opinion, they weren't moving fast enough. Arousal clouded her nerves as the friction burned between them. She was sure he could feel her wetness through the thin layer of his boxers.

"Because-" he hissed, eyes shutting tightly as a shudder rolled through his body. Bakugo hated that he'd gotten worked up so quickly.

She stilled, slowly removing her hands from him as she sunk back into the mattress. Her chest heaved as she allowed her arms to fall over her head and he planted his hands on either side of her, "Do you wanna stop?"

"No-" His head dropped between his shoulders and he bit down on his bottom lip as he struggled to find the words to express himself. Bakugo dropped back on his knees as her feet planted on the bed, keeping him seated between her legs.

Her knees bumped against him. "Okay," she whispered, understanding.

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"We're all sweaty," she giggled softly, still buzzing from pleasure. Uraraka rubbed her nose against his before pressing a kiss to his lips.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he ran his hands over her body. "Yeah, we should probably take a shower."

"Meh," she hummed, unbothered by the feeling of him slipping from inside her. Uraraka relaxed against the bed as she felt Bakugo's weight leave. "Let's do that in the morning." Wetting her lips, she rolled her head to the side as she watched him walk toward the bathroom. Her eyes closed as she listened to him move around. She inhaled slowly, ignoring the feeling of cum dripping between her thighs. She focused on the pleasure still vibrating through her bones.

"We should at least change the bedsheets," Bakugo smirked, walking back toward the bed.

Uraraka giggled, slowly peeling herself from the sheets as he crawled back on the bed and pressed a kiss to her knee. "It can wait," she decided as he started to wipe her body.

They had plenty of time.

To be Continued…