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

"The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever."

― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

Uraraka was incapable of thinking of anything else at the moment. Today had brought her a whirlwind of emotions but hearing him tell her he loved her made it all worth it. She had never been in love before. Not romantically. Having someone tell her they loved her was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. No, not just someone. Bakugo. Bakugo had told her he loved her, which she never expected to hear, least of all today.

After their fight in the locker room, she left feeling angry and confused. His words were biting. Some part of her always knew that Deku, the topic, hung around in the shadows of their budding relationship, but he never brought it up, and she had no desire to do so either.

Thinking they could ignore it forever was foolish, but she had been determined to try. They barely had time for each other as it was, and she did not want to jeopardize any of it by bringing up the one topic that was sure to lead to a fight. But nothing ever goes as planned, and shit hits the fan anyway.

After racing out of the locker room, embarrassment hit her like a ton of bricks. All-Might had seen their little showdown. By the time she reached the dorms, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. She tried to be quiet as she entered, but Tsu was waiting by the front door. Thankfully, her friend knew her well and helped get her to the fourth floor without anyone noticing. Once inside her room, she let herself cry until there were no more tears to shed. She ignored the chimes from her phone, indicating the countless texts from her friends. When Mina had stopped by to ask if she wanted to talk about it, Uraraka had politely told her to leave her alone.

She felt so stupid. None of it made sense. Did Bakugo think she was too frail? Not worthy of being a hero? He almost bit her head off for trying to help. It probably didn't help the situation that it had been Deku who she had been trying to help. Uraraka, you threw yourself at him without thinking! Don't stand there and tell me you knew what you were doing because it was fucking painfully obvious you had no clue.

His words replayed in her mind like a broken record. The fact that her boyfriend thought her weak gutted her. Bakugo was the one person she truly believed viewed her as someone worthy of becoming a hero. Strong. Capable. But now? Now, she wasn't so sure. I must have lost my fucking mind if I ever thought you could love me the way I love you!

He said he loved her but had thrown at her like an accusation. It cut her deep to her bones. How did they come back from this?

But then he came to her and apologized. Her sadness and fear were mirrored back to her in his eyes. He didn't want to end this any more than she had. And finally, they talked. By the end of it, Uraraka felt lighter. All the doubt and fear she had been carrying seemed manageable now. It was still there, but she wasn't alone.

Bakugo was there and willing to share the load. He, too, had fears and doubts, but he loved her.

He loves her!

The second time he told her he loved her was everything.

If you let me, I will say it so many times, in many different ways…and I'll show it.

Bakugo pounced on her, claiming her lips with fury. His hard body pushed her onto her bed, and he maneuvered them until Uraraka was lying fully beneath him. Every part of their had been poked and prodded until they were left stripped and bare. Their insecurities. Their awkwardness. Their reservations regarding their feelings toward each other. All of it. It had been confusing and scary, but it no longer mattered once they confessed their love. They loved each other, and they were past thinking. Done with feeling anything outside of their physical need for closeness. And it was a need. They were young and still new to this feeling, but it didn't matter to them. Fear of having almost lost the other clung to them, and they attacked each other with renewed fervor.

Uraraka let her hands wander down Bakugo's back, the muscles rippled beneath her touch as his tongue continued to explore every part of her mouth. She sucked in a breath as one of his hands cupped her breast roughly. There was desperation inside both of them that was tearing at them. Their desire had them bursting at the seams.

Bakugo released her mouth, and they both took a deep, gulping breath. But what was oxygen? Why did she even need it? Bakugo took her breath away with every kiss he left down her neck, and she would happily give him all of them so long as he didn't stop. He reached the skin above her clavicle, sucking and pulling at it until Uraraka was positive it would leave a bruise. The thought of having his mark oddly turned her on even more. She could probably thank her recent choice in literature for that. Bakugo continued his descent until he reached her breasts, sucking them over her shirt before forcibly tugging at it, "Take it off." He commanded, and she was more than happy to comply.

Bakugo pushed away from her to give her space to shimmy out of her top. Uraraka had barely felt the fabric go past her head when he was back on her in a flash, not even bothering with removing her bra, simply pushing it down to reveal her pebbled nipples. He quickly took one into his mouth, sucking at it as if his life depended on it.

Uraraka couldn't control the undulating motion of her hips as they sought friction against him. He was thick and hard against her pelvic bone, and she could feel heat pooling between her legs. Her hands squirmed their way back up to his hair, pulling it hard enough to elicit a hiss from Bakugo.

He ground against her in tandem, his hard length rubbing against her clit with enough friction to drive her insane but not enough to toss her over the edge. Bakugo was becoming an expert in all things Uraraka. Before she could ask for more, he was already reaching between them with the hand that had been pawing at her breast. With little preamble, he began rubbing her clit in tight circles, exactly how she liked it. She was hanging onto the edge by a fucking thread, but she wanted more. Needed more. Bakugo bit down on one of her nipples. Hard. The unexpected pain pushed Uraraka off the precipice of desire, and her hands gripped the bedsheets in a vice as her orgasm crashed through her.

Bakugo kissed and nipped his way up her body slowly until he reached her lips and brought her into another punishing kiss that left her gasping almost as much as her orgasm had. Bakugo pulled away as she slowly rode the high of her orgasm down, sitting on his haunches, his lower legs and feet hanging off the side of the bed.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked, leaning on her elbows and staring at him.

Bakugo exhaled a chuckle before running a shaky hand over his tousled hair. It would have been a cute gesture if it wasn't for his clothed erection pointing right at her.

"Because if I didn't stop now, I don't think I would have been able to later." He said sheepishly.

"Who told you I wanted you to stop at all." Uraraka got onto her knees to be at eye level with her boyfriend. Before she could think too hard about it, Uraraka removed her bra, tossed it behind him, and moved to grab his shirt to pull it up and over him. She was tired of waiting. He loved her. She loved him. And fuck did she want this. Them. Together.

"Angel…" His voice was low and rough, but he let her remove his shirt. Uraraka took her time to explore him with her eyes. She would never get over how fucking hot he was. He was all muscle. Hard and lean from countless hours of training. Uraraka leaned into him, bare chest to bare chest, and kissed him gently. She looked into his eyes and loved that he was just as affected by all of this. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Loved her as she loved him.

"Today has been…a lot for both of us. We shouldn't…" His body trembled as he tried to keep his hands to himself.

"Why not?" She countered, "I love you." Uraraka asserted, "And I want to."

"Fuck Ochako." His mind was still trying to convince them against this, but his hands were already kneading at her breasts again. Her arms hung loosely on his shoulders, paying attention to his face as he paid attention to her tits.

He pushed her back onto the bed, so suddenly, she yelped as she landed. "Angel, please, we shouldn't make this big of a decision after the day we've had."

"I'm not." She stated matter-of-factly, "I've wanted to for a while." It was true. They just never had enough time, and she would always chicken out at the last minute because trying to seduce her boyfriend after failing the first time epically was daunting. But it wasn't because she hadn't wanted to do it with him. She had definitely dreamt about it enough times.

"We don't even have a condom." When he had come to her room to apologize, sex had been the furthest thing from his mind, so he saw no need to bring one. He had some, of course. Shitty Hair had made sure he had some after walking in on them. Bakugo could have killed him, but it beat having to find an alternative method of acquiring them. At the time, having sex with Uraraka was not something he thought would happen for a really long time. Like a really, really long time. Not that he didn't want to, but weren't girls usually picky about the when and the who? He had no idea what to do. Bakugo was trying to be honorable. He was trying to give her plenty of outs, but his girl didn't want to take them. She wanted him. And he was having a difficult time trying to stop them from doing this the more she insisted.

Uraraka blushed but got out of bed, walking toward her drawers. She opened the bottom one, pushing the contents to the side until she seemed to find what she was looking for. "I have some." She whispered, bringing out a condom to show him.

Bakugo was gobsmacked. She really had been thinking about it, huh?

"Before you ask, I've never had sex before, but Mina said I should be prepared just in case." She whispered the last few words, the blush on her cheeks deepening. Despite the sudden shyness, she still wanted to do this. Uraraka felt ready. A horrifying thought gripped her suddenly… "Unless you don't want to…uhm, with me." She hadn't even thought to ask. What if she was pressuring him ?!

"Fucking shit! Of course, I fucking want to have sex with you, Ochako!" He said with enough conviction that it helped quell her fear. "I just want to make sure that you are sure." His eyes landed on her chest, still uncovered, and he growled, turning his back to her.

"I am sure, Katsuki." She walked toward the bed, sat on it, and laid the condom beside her. "Yes, today was emotional, but I've been wanting to for a lot longer than today. Why do you think I have the condoms."

He turned to look at her on the bed, his red eyes darkened with desire. Uraraka was on her bed, topless, her labored breathing making her breasts jiggle slightly as if to mock him. She looked like a fucking goddess. An angel. His angel. Bakugo was losing his self-control, and she wanted him to.

She reached for one of his hands and squeezed it lightly, "They were always for you."

"Fucckk." He groaned before pushing her to land roughly on the bed and ripping her pants off unceremoniously. His face was between her legs by the time her brain caught up. She wanted him? Well, he was already hers. Bakugo licked her from her entrance to her clit, taking his time to suck and nip at the small bud of nerves before working his way back down and starting over, savoring her taste.

"Ka-katsuki!" She was practically screaming his name, and although hearing her shout his name in passion made him swell even more in his pants, Bakugo forced himself away from her pussy to give her a warning look. "You've got to be quiet, Angel, or else we'll get caught before we can…" Even with Uraraka's juices glistening on his lips, he couldn't bring himself to say it, a blush forming on his cheeks despite himself.

He was about to have sex!

With Ochako!

He was nervous but determined to make this a good experience for her. Bakugo had never had sex before. By her own admission, neither had Uraraka. They would be discovering this together. The thought added to his anticipation.

"I'll try." Uraraka gasped as Bakugo resumed his ministrations, inserting one finger inside her, slowly pumping it in and out. He wanted to stretch her a little before trying to stick his dick inside her. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. Her first orgasm definitely helped loosen the muscles, but she was still impossibly tight. His dick twitched, knowing it wasn't long before it would be plunged deep inside her. "Bu-But I can't, prom…Fuck!" Her sentence cut off with an expletive when Bakugo added a second finger, crisscrossing them inside her.

"Stop cussing." He teased, a smirk on his face. He looked up to see her glaring at him. It would have been withering had it not been for the desire in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks. She was beautiful with and without clothes. He considered himself the luckiest boy alive, knowing he was the only one with the privilege of seeing her like this. The only one who was allowed to touch her so intimately. Bakugo added a third finger and returned his mouth to her clit. His other hand held her hips down since she was writhing like a madwoman against his face. He would happily drown between her legs, but she wanted more today, and he was not about to die before he could deliver.

When Uraraka was nice and stretched, and his dick was impossibly hard, throbbing against his pants, he finally removed his fingers and mouth from her leaking pussy. She was dripping for him. Because of him. He needed to be inside her. Now!

Bakugo gave one tender kiss to each of her thighs before standing up between her legs.

They stared at each other, a mixture of lust and love swirling in their eyes. Their bodies might be leading the charge, but their earlier confessions hung in the back as reinforcements.

Bakugo tried to commit the image of Uraraka lying naked on the bed, flushed and ready for him, to memory. This would probably be one of those moments that he would forever be able to recall in vivid detail.

"Ochako, are you sure?" He asked again, "You can change your mind, Angel." He would probably need to excuse himself to go jerk off violently if she did, but he would happily beat himself off a million times than have Uraraka feel pressured into doing something she wasn't fully ready for.

"Katsuki," She sounded slightly annoyed, sitting up on her bed so her face was leveled to his chiseled abs. His clothed erection was close enough to rest on the top of her chest. "Am I going to have to take these off, or will you do it yourself?" She pulled the elastic of his pants far enough to see down the front before letting it go. The elastic quickly snapped into place around his hip. It barely stung, but the suddenness of it broke what little self-control he had left.

Bakugo yanked his pants down and almost tripped getting out of them. It made Uraraka chuckle, and he would've been mad, but the nerves made him laugh too. She gave him the condom, and he ripped the top open, pulling it out of its wrapper.

"I'm not sure how to put it on you…" Uraraka mumbled. The redness in her cheeks from their earlier activities deepened with the awkwardness of it all. Books and movies always skip to the good part leaving the newbies to fumble around.

"I know how." His voice was barely above a whisper, and he was positive all of their class could hear his heartbeat rattling against his rib cage at the moment.

It was impressive what you could learn online. Shitty Hair had given him the condoms but never taught him how to use them. Not that Bakugo would have let him if he tried. He almost tossed Kirishima through another door when the annoying asshole barreled into his room, throwing a row of condoms on his bed with the door wide open behind him.

After the inevitable scuffle and mandatory threats to Hair for Brains' life, the redhead retreated from Bakugo's room, laughing loudly. Bakugo had partly wanted to follow him and actually follow through on his threats, but instead, he used that time to learn about condoms. Although never an expectation, he wanted to be ready just in case. And look at him now, living his "just in case" scenario.

Making sure to hold the condom the right way, he placed it on the head of his penis, holding the tip as he rolled it all the way down his shaft. The latex felt funny on his fingers, but he would get used to it. That is if Uraraka ever gave him the opportunity to do this again.

Uraraka had shifted up from her bed, laying down on her pillows. She was quiet. Nervous energy emanated from her as she looked up at Bakugo, who had settled himself in between her legs.

Bakugo leaned forward, placing both arms on either side of her head. "I love you." He told her again simply because he could and then kissed her. His dick rested on her pubic bone. Maybe it was the nerves, but it felt heavier. Thicker.

"I love you too." God, she was nervous. And excited. And anxious. The anticipation was killing her.

Bakugo pushed himself up again, leaning his body weight onto one hand while his other reached between them to help guide his shaft toward her entrance.

Uraraka's mind went blank. All she could focus on was the feeling of him so close to her.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and Uraraka swore that time stopped around her. She was really about to have sex for the first time with Katsuki Bakugo. She could never have predicted this in a million years, but it felt right, nonetheless.

Uraraka never had an age that she felt like she had to wait to be before giving away her virginity. She also had never believed she needed to wait until marriage to do so. The only thing that mattered to her was that whoever she shared this gift with would value and respect it.

Who knew what the future held for them? No matter what it entailed, Uraraka was certain that this was something she wouldn't regret. Not with him.

"Ochako," his voice came through clenched teeth as if it physically pained him to hold himself at her entrance without penetrating. "I need to ask you again if you're sure about this."

She was done telling him how much she wanted this. Bakugo was always an actions-speak-louder-than-words type of guy anyway.

In lieu of responding, Uraraka pushed her hips into him, forcing the head of his cock inside of her. A small hiss of pain escaped her unwillingly. It wasn't exactly painful, just uncomfortable. Tight might be a better word.

"Fucking shit Ochako!" Bakugo groaned, but he held himself where he was, an inch or so inside her warmth. Every fiber in his being wanted to sheathe himself to the hilt and rut against her, but he had to ensure she wasn't hurt. "Are you okay?"

Uraraka nodded and tried to push herself further down his dick.

"Angel, wait, please." He placed a strong hand on her hips, forcing them still. "Talk to me." Her eyes burned with need and desire, but he forced himself to look past it to discern if there was any pain she was unwilling to vocalize.

"It doesn't hurt," Uraraka grunted from behind her teeth. At least not enough to stop. She didn't want to stop. "So, please…" Oh God, this was embarrassing. She sounded wanton even to her own ears.

"Please?" He asked sincerely.

"Please keep moving." Her voice was so hushed she wasn't sure if he had heard her. Bakugo pulled himself out of her until only the tip of his dick was inside her. Not the direction she had intended him to move, and she was about to say that, but then he pushed back into her, this time going a little deeper.

"Fuck me." He moaned. His forehead furrowed in deep concentration. She was so fucking tight around him he was going to blow his load before he even had a chance to be completely inside her.

"That's what I'm trying to do!" She snapped, frustrated and needy. There was discomfort lacing her words, but she kept trying to push herself deeper down his length. Bakugo chuckled in relief and repeated the pulling out and pushing in method, slowly sinking deeper with each thrust.

"Just do it, Katsuki!" If he kept going this slow, she was going to die. Spontaneous combustion. She was pretty sure that was a thing.

Bakugo looked into her eyes and saw the same longing for this that he felt in himself. Bakugo pulled out again until he hovered once more just outside her entrance. He leaned down to kiss her, engulfing her mouth, forcing it open, and consuming her screams as he swiftly plunged his full length inside her. Pain and pleasure mixed together as she bit down on his lips, but he didn't let up on the kiss as she adjusted to him seated inside her.

She was so wet and warm around him, hugging his dick tightly. He understood all the fucking hype now. The feeling of being so fucking connected to her was addicting, and he's only had a small taste of it thus far.

They broke for air, and Uraraka looked up at him, bruised lips and flushed face, but her eyes. Her chocolate eyes pierced into him now that they were linked together.

"I'm going to move now, Angel." He said tenderly, giving her a peck on the lips before putting his full weight onto the arms on each side of her face. Uraraka nodded, her hands reaching around him to rest on his back.

Bakugo began in slow strokes, keeping time with their breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

After a couple more seconds of this slow torture, Uraraka started meeting his thrusts with her hips. "Faster. Please go faster."

He didn't have to be told twice. He picked up his pace along with her legs, putting them over his shoulder so he could find better leverage on her hips. This new position had him going even deeper, and Uraraka's steady stream of moans and curses kept him going. He plunged into her wetness so fast that the violent movement accidentally pushed her too close to the headboard causing her to smack her head.

Bakugo stopped despite the physical pain that doing so caused, but he had to make sure she was alright. Uraraka was laughing, rubbing the top of her head as she smiled up at him.

"Sorry." He returned her smile sheepishly.

"I'll live." She pulled him into a kiss and thanked her training for her flexibility. Otherwise, kissing him practically bent in half would have been extremely difficult, "But, if you don't keep doing what you were doing, you might not." Her threat pushed Bakugo back into action.

His hips met the back of her thighs roughly. He could feel her walls fluttering. He pounded into her recklessly, the lewd sounds of their bodies meeting intimately and their moans filling the small room. The smell of their arousal clung to the air around them. He was about to blow.

"Angel," He grunted, "come for me, please. I want to feel you come around my dick." Despite the ruthless pace he was setting, he reached forward with one hand and brushed some of the hair that had fallen down her face and clung to her forehead with sweat.

Uraraka needed no further prompting, the tight coil inside her snapped, and her orgasm crashed through her. The only reason all of U.A. didn't hear her cries of passion was that Bakugo had devoured her screams into his mouth once more, kissing her through the ripples of pleasure.

Her walls tightened even harder around him, fluttering around his shaft as if it were giving him a hundred little masages. His balls dropped, heavy with cum and desperate for release.

Bakugo looked down at his girlfriend. Her face was red and slightly sweaty, her hair fanned around her at odd angles, but the passion that shaped her features, the heat in her eyes as she stared at him with love as he continued to fuck her through the last remaining pulses of her orgasm is what finally sent him over the edge.

He came with a guttural sound, emptying his balls into the condom and holding Uraraka's hips for dear life. A small part inside him hoped his fingers left bruises. A mark to match the one that was slowly growing on the skin above her clavicle and just below her right nipple.

Spent, he thrust twice into her before pulling out slowly. Uraraka whimpered at the sudden loss of him but was also relieved. She felt a bit sore and could use the rest. Bakugo removed the condom carefully, tying it before tossing it into her waste bin. "I'll take it before I leave." He said before lying down next to her in the bed.

They lay beside each other, still naked, as they leveled their breaths.

Bakugo was the first to recover, leaning on his side to stare at her. His eyes surveyed her for anything that could be amiss, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Uraraka turned to find his piercing red eyes on her. Concern and worry etched his face, which swelled her heart.

"I'm okay, Katsuki," She placed a hand on top of his, "I'm more than okay." She giggled.

It happened. They had sex. It was an odd feeling. A part of her felt different, but it was mostly in her head. Giving herself to someone and having them give themselves back was not something she took lightly. Physically, she was sore between her legs, a little tired, and probably had small bruises here and there, but she never felt more relaxed.

"Are you sure?" Bakugo said. He used one hand to trace her body from bruise to bruise, starting at her clavicle and working his way down to her hips, "Shit, I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"Katsuki, stop it!" She chided, sitting up on her bed, "I loved every part of it. I'm fine. And I like when you get carried away. Or did you forget the kind of books I like to read?" She smirked at him.

"How could I ever fucking forget, Cheeks." He groaned, laying back down on his back. Uraraka took the opportunity to check him out. One of the strongest and hottest students at U.A. lay butt-ass naked on her bed, his dick had softened, hanging loosely by his upper thigh. It fascinated her. She'd try to get it hard again if she weren't so tired. "You still read that crap?" he asked, tapping her leg so she could get out of bed, "I think we're supposed to use the bathroom after." He said matter of factly.

Uraraka went into her little half-bathroom and tried not to worry too much about whether or not Bakugo could hear her pee. Bakugo was already dressed in his pants when she was done but remained shirtless. She went to find a clean pair of underwear in her drawer and answered his question as he took his turn in the bathroom, "Yes, I still read 'that crap'" She turned toward him in time to catch the shirt he tossed at her. Uraraka nibbled at the inside of her lip to stop the smile that was threatening to break on her face. It was his shirt. "And last I remember, you seemed to have enjoyed reading it too." She sassed, putting on his shirt and walking back toward her bed, where Bakugo was already lying under the sheets, staring daggers at her. That made Uraraka laugh out loud.

Once more, she was hit with how right everything felt between them. Natural. If she thought about it too hard, she could sense the little bits of shyness and awkwardness that hung between them, but that was also natural. They had taken a huge step in their relationship, but it was one she had been ready to take for some time.

Bakugo huffed as he made room for her in the bed, pulling her close to him as he settled his face into the crook of her neck.

"I can recommend one if you'd like." She teased lightly, settling into him. They remained quiet; the only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of their breaths. Uraraka would have sworn Bakugo had fallen asleep if it hadn't been for his muffled response, "Okay." He had spoken it into her skin, but she heard it.

"Are you serious?" She said, half incredulous and half excited by the thought. Her mind remembered the last time they read a book together, and she was not opposed to doing it again.

Bakugo was silent for a bit but nodded, "Yea, but only if it helps me figure out what you like." He said gruffly. He feigned annoyance, but Uraraka could hear the slight tremor in his words.

He was nervous.

"I definitely liked what we did right now." She reassured him because, for some reason, he seemed to need a lot of that, "But okay, I'll get you a book to read."

Bakugo kissed her neck softly, "I love you, Cheeks. Now please go to sleep."

Today had been insane, but she'd live through it a million more times if all of them led her here.

"And I swear if you tell Pinky or anyone about the book stuff, I will end you Round Face." He growled, but his threat made Uraraka laugh.

"Behave, or I just might."

"Go to sleep, Cheeks." He grumbled but pulled her even closer to him. Uraraka couldn't help the smile on her face.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

God, would she ever get tired of saying it?