AN: There is an explicit description of sex/sexual situations.


Bakugo had always been a light sleeper. Always on alert. Ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He became an even lighter sleeper after joining U.A. There was always something going on.

And still, nothing woke him up quicker than Uraraka's deliciously round ass rubbing up against the only muscle on his body that was alert and ready for action even before his other brain came too.

He could hear the steady rhythm of her breathing, indicating to him that whatever she was doing to him was unintentional.

Bakugo hadn't meant to fall asleep on her bed. After his disastrous showdown with Deku and Half and Half last night, he was left riled up, and without even thinking, he walked over to Uraraka's room. He knew she would probably still be downstairs with her friends, but he couldn't be in his room. He was much less likely to blow up Uraraka's room, and he still had half the mind to blow up Deku's.

After Aizawa had left and the shitheads that refer to themselves as his friends were done being absolute pains in his ass, Bakugo searched for Uraraka but found her with Deku and the other extras. He would have interrupted, but she deserved to be congratulated and fawned over, so he pulled an Irish goodbye (or so he thought) and made his way to his room. They could talk later, and he could properly congratulate her then.

Bakugo could feel himself beaming with pride every time he thought about his girl being offered an internship with The Rabbit Hero. He always knew Uraraka was badass, and it pissed him off to no end that there were still some dumbasses out there that couldn't see it. This would be her opportunity to finally demand that spotlight and show the rest of those extras exactly what she was capable of.

He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts of Uraraka that he hadn't noticed Deku and IcyHot following after him until it was too late.

"What the fuck do you two want?" He said as they entered the elevator after him. He pressed his floor number, and to his absolute annoyance, neither of the other two made to press a different button.

"We need to talk about the internship," Todoroki said plainly.

"No, we fucking don't." Bakugo snarled as the elevator dinged for the fourth floor. He pushed past them and made a beeline toward his room, but they followed him.

"Kacchan." Deku's irritating voice grated him even more as of late.

"Leave me the fuck alone." He turned and spat in Deku's general direction.

"This is precisely why we must discuss the internship, Bakugo." Todoroki cut in before Deku could respond, "We are meant to work together, and this," He signaled between Deku and Bakugo, "cannot happen."

"Endeavor will…" Todoroki made to continue, but it was Deku's turn to cut him off,

"Look, Kacchan…"

Bakugo glared at him. He thought his anger and frustration when it came to Deku had tempered significantly, especially after his many unwilling talks with All Might and even more unwilling training sessions with both of them. Bakugo wouldn't say they were friends, but he hadn't felt this level of rage toward the green-haired nerd in a while. Not until recently.

Deku locked eyes with him and gave an exasperated sigh but stopped talking. He turned towards Todoroki, and Bakugo saw them seem to communicate silently. It pissed him off even more. They were acting like Bakugo was some sort of child, and they were what? The parents? He was almost shaking from his sudden burst of anger. It was as if all his frustrations from the past year were finally boiling over, and of course, Deku was at the center of it all. Only this time, it had less to do with All Might and more to do with…

Todoroki nodded and left the two childhood frenemies alone, but not before giving Bakugo a pointed stare.

"Oi…" Bakugo called after him, but Todoroki didn't even glance back.

Fucking half and half.

"Kacchan…"

"Stop fucking calling me that."

Deku took a deep breath but wouldn't back down. He was fucking relentless, and it unnerved Bakugo.

"Look, we need to talk…."

"And I already told you we fucking don't." Bakugo cut him off, "It's not like I'm fucking stupid. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have problems at Endeavor's."

"I know." Deku said dismissively, " That's not what we need to talk about."

Bakugo's patience was running thin. If it wasn't about their upcoming internship, then what the fuck else could they have to discuss?

"Did you master One-for-all?" He asked derisively.

"No, but.."

"Then there is shit else we could possibly need to talk about." And with that, Bakugo turned on his heels and stormed towards his room. He was denied the satisfaction of hearing his door slam, and he just knew it was Deku's fault.

"We need to talk about Uraraka."

Bakugo heard the sparks begin to erupt from his hands.

Deku was the absolute last fucking human being on this dumb forsaken planet Bakugo wanted to talk about Uraraka with. He would rather talk to his mother about her before he ever discussed his relationship with the anti-gravity quirk user with Deku.

"The fuck we do." He spat.

"Are you done?" Deku said, looking equally pissed off. What the hell does he have to be upset about? "Because I'm not leaving until we do."

It took Bakugo two strides to cross his room and grab the green-haired nerd from the collar of his shirt, but Deku was not fazed. It was almost like he had anticipated it and just stared at him with patient eyes. They remained like that for a second too long before Bakugo let him go.

"Tch." He said as he walked back to his bed and sat down. For his part, Deku went to sit on Bakugo's desk chair. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Bakugo's rough voice broke through.

"Well, talk." He said despite his better judgment. Bakugo felt deflated.

"Uraraka is my friend."

"Despite her better judgment."

Deku ignored Bakugo's taunt and continued, "She's my friend, but so are you."

Bakugo was about to protest vehemently, but Deku stuck his hand up before he could even get a word out, "Let me finish."

"You both are my friends, and because of that, I need you to know that I'm not a threat to your relationship."

What the fuck was he on about?!

"I know you're not fucking threat. You damn nerd." He huffed angrily.

"Do you?" Deku challenged, "Because ever since whatever this thing between you two started, it's like you and I have gone back to middle school." He said, standing from the chair and sounding as frustrated as Bakugo felt.

"I think Uraraka is good for you, and, despite what many people in this school might think, you are good for her as well."

Bakugo wanted to be so fucking angry. He was. But not necessarily at Deku. Or…no? He didn't know. Somehow, someway, every part of his life seemed to be intertwined with fucking Deku. Even his first relationship was with a girl who had liked Deku first.

Everything about them was complicated. Bakugo hated him. Or better, he really wanted to hate him. Everything was so much easier when he hated him. When he didn't have to face his guilt and embarrassment, and once this thing with Uraraka had begun, it had been so easy to lean into his jealousy, even though he would never acknowledge that he was actually jealous of the useless nerd. It irked him to no end that she had liked him first. And in the deepest parts of his mind, it worried him.

Bakugo stared at the door, refusing to make eye contact.

"All I'm saying is I'm not your enemy in this. Or in anything really." Deku said seriously as he made his way toward Bakugo's door. "Rival? Competition, maybe. But never your enemy."

And with those sickenly annoying words, Deku took his leave. Bakugo sat in his bed, staring after him, a whirlwind of emotions brewing inside him. Before he had time to pick one, he bolted out of his bed and walked straight to Uraraka's room.

He needed…? He wasn't sure, but somehow Uraraka's presence calmed him. Even if she wasn't paying attention to him, having her in his general vicinity centered him. Her quirk may be anti-gravity, but not to him. She pulled him in closer with every smile he shot his way until, before he realized what was happening, he couldn't even think of not being in her orbit. A pit formed in his stomach if his train of thought ever took him towards a time when she wasn't in his life.

It's crazy how quickly they got there.

He got there.

He still struggled with opening up to her but not for lack of trying. He wanted to. She made it so fucking easy too. He would do just about anything if it made her smile at him like he was the last piece of mochi in the world. He would even play nice with Deku if she asked him to.

He was fucked.

Uraraka chose that moment to wiggle into him once more and finally complete its unintentional job of waking him all the way up. Before he was aware of what he was doing, he was already bringing her in closer to him and nestling his dick between her ample cheeks.

She wiggled into him again, this time with a bit more force. Bakugo's hand moved down from her stomach to caress her exposed thigh. She had opted for a long t-shirt as her choice of nightwear, and Bakugo could not be more thankful for this decision. He let his fingers trail up and down her thigh as she shimmied into him until there was no way she wasn't doing it on purpose.

Bakugo suddenly grabbed onto her knee and pulled her leg up and over his waist, twisting them so her ass never parted his throbbing dick but making her open wide to give him better access.

"I know you're awake, Cheeks" The hand around her knee moved down her inner thigh but stopped just short of its intended mark.

Not easily dissuaded, Uraraka grabbed his hand and pulled it up the rest of the way.

"Then stop teasing." She said boldly. The lingering effects of her dream could be felt between her thighs.

Bakugo chuckled into her ear before planting a kiss right below it. If this is what it was like to have a girlfriend, he understood why guys were always falling over backward to win the girl in movies. He always thought they were losers; now he thinks they were onto something.

His fingers stroked over her underwear slowly. He wasn't in any actual hurry. It was still early, and all they had to do today was find Aizawa and let him know where they wanted to intern. And he didn't even have to do that since he was told who he was interning with last night.

No, they had time. And after the shit storm of emotions that ravaged him last night and one exponentially dangerous realization of just how much this peppy and ridiculously cute girl was starting to mean to him, he wanted to take as much of it as he could. Emotions were hard, and he deserved at least the morning not to think for once.

Uraraka writhed on top of him, desperately trying to get him to press harder and rub faster.

"Katsuki, please." She moaned needily, eliciting a hearty chuckle from him. But still, he teased, alternating between stroking her clothed pussy and down her inner thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, enticing him to give in, but he kept his languid pace.

Uraraka tried to be patient. She tried so hard to be patient, but Bakugo seemed keen on making her go insane.

"Come on, Cheeks, you're telling me you can't handle this?" he challenged, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin in between words.

Uraraka's hips bucked up involuntarily, and Bakugo had the gall to laugh. Uraraka let out a frustrated growl before reaching in between their bodies to grab a hold of his dick.

The hiss that escaped him made Uraraka smirk. See how he liked a taste of his own medicine.

Uraraka stroked him slowly, less on purpose and more because she couldn't get the right angle to go any faster, but he didn't need to know that. She could feel her pussy begin to clamp down on nothing but air which made her almost delirious with need. She wasn't ready for sex, but being here with Bakugo, waking up next to him, to this…it made it really damn difficult to remember why she wasn't ready for it. Dream Uraraka had most definitely enjoyed it enough.

Bakugo finally couldn't take it anymore and roughly pulled him off her and turned her towards him before grabbing her leg once more and wrapping it around his hip, pushing his clothed erection into her throbbing center. One hand worked its way under her head and found purchase in her brown locks while the other kneaded at her ass. His lips locked into hers, and he drew them open so his tongue could explore.

They kissed like they were in a drought, and the only hydration they could find was in each other. It was needy and unfiltered and so sloppy, but neither cared. They ground into each other until Uraraka moved his hand from her ass to give her space to finish straddling him. Bakugo repositioned himself on her bed as she adjusted herself on top of him. The blanket they shared falling behind her, leaving a topless Bakugo staring up at a bottomless Uraraka.

They both took a second to appreciate the other's physicality. Uraraka had always found him attractive, but never more than right now. His hair was tousled, lips swollen, some of their combined saliva still lingering on them, and his fucking muscles.

Uraraka took off her shirt in a swift motion and had the satisfaction of seeing Bakugo's eyes bug out of his skull as he took in the fact that not only had she forgone shorts that night, but she had also discarded her bra.

It was getting hot in the room anyway.

"Fuck Ochako." Bakugo groaned up at the little minx that was his girlfriend. She was straddling him in nothing but her underwear. Her nipples hardened at the sudden rush of air and bounced slightly as she began to grind down into him again, a smirk on her face as she looked down at him, trying to make his brain catch up with his body.

She looked fucking gorgeous. Powerful. In control. Bakugo wanted to fuck her. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to…

His next thought was completely wiped from his mind when Uraraka leaned down and began sucking at his neck, her naked breasts rubbing up and down against his bare chest in the most intimate ways.

They had done a lot in their short time together, but this was the first time they had been this naked, holding on to one another.

Uraraka leaned back up and somewhat awkwardly got from straddling him to kneeling in between his legs. She locked eyes with him before licking her lips as she looked down at the prominent tent sticking up from under his pajama bottoms.

Bakugo groaned and felt his dick twitch in anticipation. His beautiful fucking girlfriend was kneeling in between his legs in nothing but her underwear, and it was all for him.

He almost said something stupid, but then Uraraka was tugging at his pants, and Bakugo lifted his ass to help her get them off him.

He thought she was going to suck him off, but once he was left in his boxer briefs, Uraraka climbed up and settled on top of him again.

"Ochako!?" His voice took a nervous edge.

"Mmm?" Was her response as she positioned her core to fall right onto the head of his dick.

!

All coherent thoughts had escaped Bakugo because, literally, what the fuck was she doing?

She looked up at him once she had the head of his dick nestled in between her lower lips, her thin underwear the only barrier between them.

Bakugo could not think of one fucking thing to say. He just stared at her in awe as she slowly put one hand on his chest and then the other, careful so as not to ruin her work.

Once she found purchase on Bakugos chest, she lifted herself slightly before grinding back onto him. His dick slid in between her. He could feel her warmth envelop him, and he never wanted to curse a pair of underwear more than he wanted to do his own and Uraraka's.

"Fucking shit, Angel!" He hissed as she continued her slow grinding. He could feel her pulsing around him with nothing but the thin layer of clothing between them. It felt extraordinary and so fucking frustrating at the same time.

Bakugo grabbed onto her hips and began helping her down into him. His dick would sometimes get caught in her hole, but the layer of cloth would prevent him from slipping all the way in, which was maddening.

Uraraka moaned above him, eyes locked shut and mouth slightly ajar. Lost in the sensation of what almost was. Bakugo could feel his balls begin to constrict, a tell-tale sign, but not yet. Not fucking yet.

Before Uraraka knew what was happening, Bakugo had flipped them over, never losing contact or skipping a beat in the semi-frantic rhythm they had set.

Uraraka didn't even have time to come to her bearings before he was grinding into her harder and sucking on her exposed nipple.

Sometime between taking off her shirt and kneeling between his legs, Uraraka decided to go with what felt good. No more second-guessing herself or Bakugo, for that matter. He was her boyfriend, and he tried. He tried to open up to her. Tried to always talk to her. Seeing him waiting for her in her room like it was the most natural of things made something click inside. There were still worries and doubts, but wasn't this what first boyfriends were meant to be?

Someone had to be the first.

First time holding hands. First kiss. First relationship. First time.

Life was all about firsts.

They were scary as all hell but exciting too.

So this time, she let herself feel. She didn't have a condom and was pretty sure Bakugo didn't have one with him when he broke into her room and fell asleep on her bed, and she wasn't about to break the moment by asking for one because, knowing him, he'd want to talk about it.

The thought made her smile.

No, they could have as many conversations on the topic as he wanted later.

But right now, she just wanted to do what made her body feel right. And this felt soooo right.

She moaned once more as Bakugo ground into her and showed love to her other breast. She could feel her inner walls quivering, but she could also feel Bakugo's thrusting begin to stutter.

Uraraka closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel if the last remaining layer of clothes was removed and his hard length was fully seated inside her. Filling her up and stretching her until he sat tightly within her, her walls clenching down on him instead of the air they were sadly getting used to.

That did it.

Uraraka felt her orgasm build slowly and unravel even slower. A rolling river instead of a dazzling explosion, but no less intense.

"Katsuki," She moaned into his ear as her release washed over her.

That was all he needed to let go. He rutted into her quicker until he stuttered and came into her underwear while biting down on her nipple.

They both lay there panting, the evidence of their release slowly drying between them. Bakugo's mouth was still resting on Uraraka's naked breast, and Uraraka's hands were still tangled in his hair.

After a minute (or an hour, who could tell), they finally untangled and made to lay down next to each other.

Their breathing had leveled slightly, but they still sounded winded.

"So…Uhm, good morning, I guess," Uraraka said with a chuckle.

Bakugo smiled up at the ceiling, still reeling over what had just happened but feeling like he could walk on water if she asked him to.

"It is a very fucking good morning, Cheeks." He said, satisfied as Uraraka broke into a full laugh.