A/N: I wrote a smut to push myself! Not a lot of strong vocabulary in this one, unfortunately.

This is supposed to be mostly from Uraraka's perspective, so it's 3rd person limited in a way.

Girls Can Dream Too

Uraraka never thought she'd end up lusting after Bakugou. In fact, for her entire school life at UA, she had pure thoughts of all her classmates and even her crush - Midoriya. Unfortunately, none of her romantic hopes ever came to fruition, and she dedicated the majority of her studies to just that. Studying and training.

A trickster of a passerby bumped into Bakugou one sunny afternoon when he and his classmates decided to take a stroll out for errands and fun. Of course, being the pugilist that he was, he couldn't let it go, and he nearly made a scene outside the convenience store. So then, in retaliation, the man shrouded in alleyway shadows emitted a gas towards him before he vanished.

And, maybe, Bakugou could have evaded their fate if he had not heard the soft, airy voice call his name from behind. "Bakugou," she squeaked. "What happened?"

He halted before turning his entire body back to face her. He sneered, "What?"

As the gas made its way to her flared nostrils, she blanked out before a cloud of heat swept through her body. Trembling and panting, she leaned against the wall of the alley as the world began to tilt on its axis for her. The anti-gravity girl's knees buckled as a throbbing sensation intensified between her legs. "What's happening?" she whimpered in between breaths.

Then, as she made eye contact with the nearest person - Bakugou Katsuki, her eyes shot open. She clutched her chest to keep herself together, but even that was not enough. Heat held her face as she fixated her stare on him. The light and shadows around them blended into total darkness, and she could only see him. Sweat caused her hair to drop before her chocolate brown eyes and through the openings, she saw him stomp towards her.

"Pull yourself together," he ordered in a low growl so that their oblivious classmates didn't hear them. With a strong push, he shoved her shoulder up and against the wall.

The contact itself brought the hairs on her neck to attention as she stared into his frigid glare. Furrowing her brows, she yearned for information - something to explain the sensation that dominated her in that moment. Then, she saw it - on his cheeks and down his neck - the same heat that took her by storm surfaced as redness on his skin. "I feel funny."

He shouldn't have touched her shoulder, and they both realized that within seconds. Yet and still, his contact lingered.

"What was that gas? What did you do? Who was that?"

Bakugou failed to answer. "Shut up," he ordered instead before exiting the area.

And, with that, he must have expected her to carry on with her life, for what seemed like hours passed. Even after the cloud of gas completely dissipated and their classmates returned, she still felt everything. The throbbing of her groin and her chest silenced the chatter of her friends. Despite the temperature or weather, heat stalked her down the breezy lanes of the city.

Class 1-A had become Class 3-A after a few years, and they had grown acclimated to each other's quirks, personalities, and idiosyncrasies. Ultimately, they had found friendship in each other - even Bakugou. Free outings on their free days were essential to their education, for they required an outlet for stress and tension. After years of brushes with death, they all adopted a tradition of at least going out to eat a few times a month.

Unfortunately, their outing probably wouldn't be a proper outlet of the type of tension that Bakugou and Uraraka struggled against.

As they walked to a nearby restaurant, Uraraka moved through the bundled crowd of friends towards Bakugou's side. He must have noticed, for he quickened his pace and shifted away from her. If only, she could share another touch, then she could confirm once and for all that he caused the enigmatic sensations.

Biting her lip until it pulsed between her teeth, she gulped. As everyone took their seats, she saw the opportunity to take a spot next to him. With no avail, she plopped down next to him.

They ordered their food and continued casual conversations with the people around them. All the while, Uraraka concentrated on the sweaty contact of their exposed arms. Had Bakugou's arms always had such definition?

She wanted them to wrap around her body.

Raising an eyebrow, she noticed his gaze linger in her direction. His mouth hung slightly agape, and the tip of his tongue sat between his teeth. Fixated on her bosom, his eyes gradually widened as he leaned forward to stare at her lap.

Did he like what he saw? Did he feel what she felt?

Nonetheless, he had to be less obvious before he got caught. That would be mortifying for the both of them.

She texted him, "Stop staring."

"Why did you fucking sit next to me?" he replied in a text as well.

"I need answers. What happened?" This was easy. She didn't even have to look in his direction to get to the bottom of the situation.

"I don't fucking know anything. You interrupted me before I got any answers."

"That gas must have messed with our hormones, right?"

Bakugou paused. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Uraraka wiped her sweaty right palm on her bright, pink skirt and caught his stare drop to follow her hand. He had to be lying. Never before had behaved like that towards her. Fine, she'd play his game. Maybe this would blow over on its own. "I sat next to you to avoid suspicion. If I avoided you suddenly, then it'd be weird," she explained through text.

"Avoiding me is more obvious than the nipples poking through your shirt? You don't make any damn sense."

He was looking! She covered her chest with her elbows as she knitted her eyebrows and gritted her teeth. "So you are peeping at me! This is your fault. You're feeling it, too. It's not just me. =p" However, if the gas had cleared, then why did they still feel as strongly as they did. Uraraka pressed her fist against her chin.

"Are you guys okay?" asked Ashido as she pointed at Bakugou and Uraraka.

"Yeah, you guys look sick," commented Kaminari as he drew clear attention to the flustered, red and bright expressions on their faces.

Of course, the two denied feeling or looking any differently than they always had.

"I'm fine," protested Uraraka with a soft and sincere smile.

"Fuck off," scowled Bakugou. Turning back to his phone, he texted the girl directly next to him, "I can't do shit about that now, and get that stupid look off your face before more people start asking questions."

"I can't help it. I keep thinking about dirty things," Uraraka texted back.

After reading that last comment, Bakugou nearly dropped his phone and quickly scrambled to save it from hitting the ground. "Are you serious?" he texted. Rattling his foot, he audibly growled before sending another message to Uraraka who tried to act like she never sent the regrettable message by conversing with the girls across the table from them. He sent, "Answer me."

Why did Uraraka admit that tidbit to him? She sighed, and finally decided to put the entire situation behind them. It was just a little thing after all. "Can we talk about this later or never?" she requested via their phones.

"Who are you texting?" asked Kirishima out of seemingly nowhere.

A shock went down Bakugou's spine as his hair spiked. "Mind your damn business," he hissed.

The two texters concerned Midoriya as well. He turned to Uraraka who sat between him and Bakugou and noted, "You haven't touched your food, Uraraka."

She had not even noticed that her pork cutlet bowl had arrived. Frowning, she said, "I'm not that ha-!" A hand! A hand had ended up on her thigh from Bakugou's side. She swallowed the tension in her throat and coughed in a lame attempt to mask the abrupt reaction. "I'm not that hungry," Uraraka corrected herself. Rather than push his hand off, she leaned forward to hide the lurid activity from her dear friend Midoriya.

Bakugou had difficulty texting with one hand. He awkwardly clutched the phone beneath the table as he typed, "Don't be stupid. Just tell me to stop."

"Deeper," Uraraka responded in her message. Then, she watched as his phone vibrated and his eyes took in her message. Heat intensified on her face as much as on his like a reflection, and she relished the view. She followed the lump pass down his throat into what she assumed to be a large gulp. Rather than lament sending such a vulgar request, she wished to read his thoughts past the obvious symptoms of shock.

Then, as his hand crept down the curvature of her thigh, she knew he had become aware of just how eager she'd been for his touch. Hot moisture coated her inner legs, and he investigated the lubricated valley until his thumb brushed against her underwear. She shivered as she heard his breath hitch. Did his heart accelerate to an unprecedented rate like hers did?

"What about you, Bakugou?" chimed in Sero from a few seats down the table.

Snatching his hand from Uraraka's lap and shoving it between his own legs, he yelled, "Don't fucking talk to me!" With that, he stood. "I'm leaving." A steaming plate of chicken curry that he abandoned on the table remained untouched. He left the restaurant.

Kaminari sighed, "There he goes again - the old Bakugou. I thought he chilled out."

"He has his moments," Kirishima sighed as well.

Uraraka narrowed her eyes at the plate of food. Particularly, she paid attention to how he carelessly squandered his money on food neglected to even taste, and how her legs itched to do the same. Calling the waiter, she earnestly requested, "Can I get a to-go box? Two of them?"

"What? You're leaving already?"

When Uraraka finally caught up to Bakugou in the commons of the empty Heights Alliance dorms, he glanced over his shoulder like he anticipated her arrival. His sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes hardly opened when they made eye contact. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a lethal smirk as he grunted, "Uraraka."

Panting, she tried to catch her breath before she said, "You forgot your lunch." She held the white, plastic bag up to his face.

He scoffed, "Don't be an idiot. I don't want the damn food. You know what I want."

Daring to near him, she took a step towards him. She whispered, "Maybe if we get this out of our system, then we'll feel better."

"Don't you have Deku?" he spat.

"Yeah, I mean - we're just friends," she frowned as she grabbed her arm. The current state of their platonic friendship went against what she initially wanted, yet he settled. And, she knew not to let Bakugou in on that tidbit, for she had not suddenly settled for him. The path that he presented unparalleled anything she yearned for with Midoriya. Steam may have risen from her face as her lust focused on his body from his defined, massive biceps to his bulky pecs to his obstinate abdomen. Her fingers twitched to touch him on every surface her eyes could scan. And then some, but she knew not what lied below his waist.

After all, she had never been with anyone in the way she wanted to touch him, but she knew she had her limitations in terms of touching other people because of her quirk. That logic could not quell her desire, and it surely would not impede his ability to touch her.

Had He always been this enticing?

No, this was just that stupid gas's effects, or else she would have contemplated his sex appeal throughout their years together.

Bakugou caught her gaze and gulped again as he pressed his palm against his forehead. "Stop," he ordered. "You don't know what you're saying. I'm not going to hold back if you get any closer, Uraraka."

"I do know," Uraraka protested, and sure, she hesitated to take a step towards him, but within seconds, she made up her mind. "I hate this just as much as you do, but I can't think straight, Bakugou."

His brow furrowed as he clenched every muscle in his body. "I'll fucking destroy you," Bakugou warned rather than threatened before he outstretched his arm to hover a hand above her breast. Sweat dripped down his temple.

Then, she did something that would have astonished her in her right mind. Taking his wrist into her hand, she closed the gap and quivered at the contact he provided for her bosom and made small, circular motions. The center of his palm kneaded her nipple, so she pressed her legs together to restrain herself from jumping him. Maybe that could hold her over.

He would have shouted, but at the realization provocative act, he retracted his arm and shoved both his hands into his pockets. Without another word, he fled upstairs. Surely, the great Bakugou Katsuki would not have enjoyed that sudden loss of control.

Uraraka understood that vulnerability more than she did her own. Maybe that was empathy. As she tailed him to their floor, she hardly hung her head high enough to trace his footsteps in the appropriate direction, and she briefly reflected on her motivation to keep moving forward. Midoriya's ultimate romantic disinterest in her left her dry and alone and yearning from the color and sparks of emotion that he inspired in her before.

The only other person in her life that had done something similar before was Bakugou, so this made sense in the end. Albeit, the emotion that he inspired had been vengeful determination or some kind of combative rivalry or maybe even a variety of resentment for treating Midoriya poorly, it was still something that pumped blood through her veins. The impelling force frightened her, but that's how fighting him had been.

With that hasty, three-second conclusion, she came to accept her decision of stepping through the doorway of his dormitory. Upon the realization of her location, her heart quickened. Within that short amount of time, she had spoken before thinking and acted before speaking. Yet and still, she knew what she wanted. Her initial sexual frustration progressed into annoyance and from there, resentment for his faulty restraint.

She shut the door, unfastened the top button of her blouse, and prepared herself to make a final plea, "Baku-"

"I told you not to fuck with me! You thought I was fucking around, didn't you?" grunted Bakugou with an acrimonious glower. His fierce, furrowed brow aimed at her. He pushed her against the door with his entire body weight and pressed his mouth against her neck as he softly bit her skin. Grabbing her breast, he mimicked the circular motion that she forced from him shortly before.

"I'm," she moaned in between her rabid panting, "glad you're not." Again, she unfastened another button.

Impatient as always, the sight of her glistening bosom failed to satiate his lust, and so, he ripped the remainder of the blouse off to reveal the rest of her plain, black sports bra and smooth, creamy belly. His hand slid down the center of her body and gripped at her skirt.

She pushed her skirt down and complained, "Don't rip my clothes."

"Who gives a fuck?" he snarled before slipping a few fingers into her underwear. His frantic right switched to her right breast as he explored the surface for her erect nipple.

Jumping up, she wrapped her trembling legs around his waist before her knees could buckle. The sudden movement plunged his fingers into the depths of her black panties before she let out a light bellow directly into his ear. She gently pressed her teeth around his earlobe. "Bakugou," she muttered before she caught his eyes widen.

Pacing over to his bed, he supported the small of her back with one tender hand and cradled the back of her head with the other. The frigid, bitter intensity had left his crimson stare as he laid her onto the mattress with a pillow behind her head. Something had neutralized his brow, and he no longer harbored resentment in his features. Pulling off his black t-shirt, he then pulled down his sweats to reveal a portion of his red boxers. "I'm going to fuck you up," he reminded her without a growl in his throat.

Where did this sudden shift in the mood come from? The redness hadn't left his face. She was sure that he wanted her, but there was something more. Uraraka's mind hadn't cleared enough to contemplate it for too long. Pulling up her bra, she watched for his animalistic reaction as her breasts bounced out against the cold atmosphere.

Stopping everything, he pounced at her and thumbed the nipple of her right breast as he lapped at the nipple of her left breast with his hot tongue. "Fuck, Uraraka," he said against her bulbous boob, "you're so fucking horny."

How did he manage to speak while she could hardly form a complete thought? Her pussy throbbed louder than she could think. He must have heard it, too. But, this, what he did with his tongue had inspired a moaning melody from her lips. She rubbed the front of her hips against his as a plea, but she discovered the head of his dick poke from the rim of his underwear.

"I'm not done yet. You're going to have to beg."

That had to be a trick. He wanted her, and so, she would need to remind him just how much the same addiction plagued them. "Kacchan," she moaned as she ran her fingers through his head and gripped his exposed back.

He pulled away and stared into her brown eyes. The blacks of his red orbs grew as his brow furrowed once more, but this time, he had a sort of confusion or surprise after she uttered his name in that way. His heart suddenly pounded against her belly, and she swore that she could hear it beyond his heavy breathing. "Ur-," he began before she took his hand and pushed it into her panties.

Obliging, he stroked the outer lips of her pussy and grinned at her immediate moan.

"Deeper," she said, but she knew that they neared a dangerously close peak.

Shoving two fingers into her, he stroked the ringer of her fiery inner spots.

Uraraka knew that Bakugou was clever. He had always been, so it didn't take him long to figure out what to do to heighten her pleasure. Sweat dripped from his hair up the center of her body before he licked the tip of her nipple as he continued massaging the inside of her pussy.

"Kacchan," Uraraka sighed.

He pushed his fingers further into her as the walls of her caved around him. "You're wet as shit."

She raised her hips until he hit the end and lowered them as the tips of his fingers nearly emerged. Shuddering, she couldn't handle the sensation. "Kacchan, I," she began, but for some reason, she couldn't admit just how badly she wanted something more from him, for she wasn't sure what to ask him. "I think something's coming."

Neither of them knew what they approached.

Bakugou scoffed, "What?" He failed to relent. In fact, he explored her pussy to his heart's content and tasted the flavor of her sweat by sucking on her nipples. "Fuck, I can't stop myself," he muttered at a barely audible level.

Her moans got louder and higher and greater until he ceased pleasing her and pulled away, so she ceased her wordless adulation, too. Squeezing her legs together, the climax of pleasure teased her and threatened to spill over. "Kacchan," she whined as she covered her face and eyes so that he didn't witness the primal transitions of her facial expressions.

Snatching her cumbersome black panties away, he then tossed them to the bed. "You think you're just going to sit there and have all the fun? Think again," he warned as he pulled his underwear down and angled his stone hard dick to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy.

Uraraka's eyes shot open as she peered down at his fully erect cock as it teased the opening of her. Would she ever be able to explore and investigate it like he did with every inch of her body? Without a single notion, the head easily slipped into the rim, but any further and she provided a stubborn resistance and a tinge of pain. Water welled in the corners of her eyes from this unfamiliar territory. While greater pain had preceded this, she encountered this sensation in a new realm of reality.

Was she truly ready? This was her first time, and for unknown reasons, she hoped it had been his first time, too.

Bakugou used his free hand to tilt her chin up and lowered his face to hers as his relaxed eyes fixated on her. He slid his tongue past her parted lips and tasted the surface of her teeth. Pressing his lips against hers, he sealed the heat and flicked the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth.

The remnants of anxiety faded from the tense joints of her body before she daringly pushed her hips against his. His fully erect, throbbing hot rod of a dick shoved into her. "Guh," she moaned. The slight pain immediately grew into intense pleasure as their bodies pulsed against each other. Like rain, it started from a cloud and rained throughout her. She trembled and tightened around him before her chest heaved and she panted, "I thought you weren't gonna kiss me."

"Shut up," he barked before he began matching her rhythm. "It must be this stupid gas effect."

Oh, that made sense.

Bakugou braced himself above her as he lifted her waist to get a better angle to thrust against her. With each pumping motion, she trembled.

He did, too. She noted it despite the fact he gripped her body with a firm, deliberate hand. The bed rocked below them and with each dip, she plunged into the mattress a little further. "Ah," she gasped. Spurts of pleasure radiated from her pussy as his throbbing cock hit the deepest parts of her. She arched her back around his strong, supporting arm and followed his stare to her breasts.

So then, she groped herself.

His jaw dropped before he quickly regained his composure before he lapped at her breast once again. "You're squeezing me, round face. You can't get enough of me, can you?" he taunted.

With flinching, she answered after a quick gasp. "I love it," she weakly squealed.

Punishing her with more force, his eye twitched. "Fuck," he grunted.

As his dick thrust into her, her legs quivered. "Kacchan," she pleaded, for she wasn't sure what she approached. This shivering had become more intense. When he didn't answer, she brushed his cheek with her hand to request his attention to her face, and without missing a beat, he pushed his lips against hers once more.

Suddenly, without much more warning, hot pleasure washed throughout her body from her waist to the tips of her toes as the curled. She panted and gasped for air, and smiled, for so did he.

Bakugou's body tensed a few times before he pulled away from her but not completely. He dropped her limp hips to the mattress and stayed braced above her awaiting her words or expression or something, for his stare never left her eyes.

While the throbbing had mostly subsided within her, she felt a sense of full satisfaction rooted in her hot, wet groin. Staring up into his red eyes, she paused to catch her breath. "I can still feel you in me," she admitted with a much clearer complexion, and a warm smile to complement the bliss in her face.

The corners of the explosive man's mouth contorted into a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows as he peered down at her with gentle eyes full of glimmering light. Then, he laughed without a trace of animosity as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Yeah? That's because you're addicted to my cock. You're my woman now," he declared as his fingers trailed down the edge of her cheeks.

Of course, Uraraka didn't consider that to be the case, so she protested, "No. It's probably just something that happens! I don't belong to anybody." However, in the end, she giggled. Seeing such a lighthearted spirit in him was new to say the least.

His grin widened before he kissed her once more.

Did he like that response?

"He's probably in here."

"Maybe he actually is sick."

A knock came to the door.

Bakugou's grin dropped from his face as he glanced at the door. "Hide," he ordered.

So then, she hid behind the bed as her lustful lover answered his friends. Though, the way the door swung, she decided to emerge from her spot.

"Are you okay? You totally just ditched us on our fun day," complained Kirishima. Then, he narrowed his eyes. "Why are you naked?"

"Fuck off," Bakugou replied as he stretched his neck to the side.

Sero leaned forward to glimpse past him. "Is there somebody in there with you?"

"Why would he have somebody in there if he's naked? Do you really think he'd be interested in girls by now?" began Kirishima.

Bakugou growled as his face reddened until he slammed the door in their faces. Turning around, he frowned to see that Uraraka had retrieved most of her clothes and gotten dressed. She covered her mouth to giggle at him. "Shut the fuck up!" he retorted.

Uraraka held a finger against her mouth with a small smile on her lips.

Beyond the door, Kirishima gasped and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

Flustered, a chill goes up Bakugou's spine as he barks, "I'm talking to you guys! Don't think I can't hear you out there." He leaned against the door to until he heard them leave. When their voices finally trailed off, he stomped over to his bed partner. In a quieter voice the before, he threatened, "Quit laughing. Do you want to get your brains fucked out again?"

She stood on the tips of her toes to respond, "Again? That didn't happen in the first place. I'm fine. It one-time a one time thing."

Bakugou had nothing to counter. No twitch in his profile or vocalization in his throat. He stayed silent and unmoving.

Uraraka glanced at the window. "Maybe I should leave out there and float down as long as it's not stormin'," she contemplated. "By the way, where did my panties go? I kinda feel weird floating around without them, ya know?"

He saw them half-way hidden beneath his blankets, so he sat in that exact spot. "I don't know," lied Bakugou. "You think I'm going to let you get my stuff wet?"

Already, she opened the window and smiled over her shoulder. She saw him hide his panties, but for reasons she could not explain, she allowed him. "Thanks. I'll see you later I guess." With that, she leaped and floated all the way down to the grass, and when she looked back up, she smiled up at Bakugou who had peeked his head out to watch her like one would watch the clouds until she could no longer read his sleepy eyes. Hopefully, that would be the end of it, but upon catching his gaze as her feet met the ground, her heart quickened.

Surely, that was the fall or the quirk. However, she had her suspicions. Years ago, she would have hung her head in shame, but she could live with her decision to jump into bed with Bakugou after he stuffed her with euphoric satisfaction. Maybe she could admit that she'd be open to returning to him at some point in the future.

A/N: This was lighthearted, yes? It was supposed to be kinda funny and cute.