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“You swear you won’t tell anyone?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, the cool metal of the bedframe pressing against his shoulders as Ochako shifted her weight on top of him.
“I swear. If you don’t want to do it, get off.”
“I do! I Just!” She exclaims her fingers digging on his shirt, pushing him back on the bedframe. He grunted as she moved again, his head leaning back as he let out a sigh, his eyes squeezed shut as if it’ll help with the frustration he’s feeling inside his boxers.
Why is he having the problem when she's the one who wanted this.
She squeaked as his hands firmly kept her in place, his hands on both her sides. “CHEEKS! If you can’t make up your mind just yet can you fucking stop squirming.”
He didn’t entirely understand why he agreed to her request; it was not like he liked her or anything. She was just the girl he beat during their first year sports festival, nothing more. While her guts and her determination to win impressed him, he otherwise knew almost nothing about her.
He knew that she liked mochi so god damn much just because every spring season she lines up on all the booths with mochi inspired things
She eats them like there is no tomorrow, too.
That’s it, that’s all he knows about her.
Well, also that she likes to stargaze, having memorized basically all the constellations. How did he know that? No idea.
“Thanks, Bakugo.” A smile bloomed on her face, and before he could even ask for her thanking him, her lips met his in a swift kiss. She keeps surprising him.
“I didn’t know what else to do and I really wanted to know…” she trailed, her fingers curled on his chest.
“How it feels?”
She blinks multiple times, looking surprised like he was when she came to him.
Bakugo didn’t know it could be possible but her already pink cheeks turned pinker, her lashes brushing down her upper cheeks as she shies away a smile. “Yeah, oop!”
He pulls her closer until she’s nestled against his chest, her nose brushing against his. “No need to thank me."
He cupped her jaw with one hand, his fingers lightly caressing her skin, while the other hand wove through her hair. He may not know why he agreed, but he was sure he wouldn’t have if it was anybody else that requested. She has the guts to ask him, which alone stands out to him.
Closer, his movements deliberate, as though he was waiting for her to initiate the kiss again. Before he could fully register the sensation of her chest rising against his, he heard her whisper, “fuck it” and her lips met his with much more favor than earlier.
His hand immediately gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer for a passionate kiss as he shifted his body, allowing her to comfortably straddle him while their tongues danced together.
The sound of her little moan, barely audible between their kisses, sent a jolt through his body. His lips trailing kisses on her neck, craving more of her reactions.
Just an hour ago, he was hitting the books for exams, and now he’s making out with the prettiest girl in class, all because she wanted to!
Just admit it already. You want it just as much as she did, if not more. He thought as his hands explored her body, lifting her shirt in the process. If he was the one to come up to her and ask, would she accept?
Bakugo admits that over the past weeks, he’s been more aware of the girl currently grinding on top of him, noticing every subtle look and touch she gives his way.
Specially as of late, for the last few days he’d often catch her looking at him with curious eyes and when he looks back, she acts all surprised, turn red all over and look away. He brushed it off as her being weird like the rest of their classmates. He was used to people staring; however adding her brown doe eyes to the mix cause a small flip in his chest. It made him think and look at her than he usually does.
There was that time he caught himself staring when she was eating mochi, her fingers dabbing her lower lip, and he heard the soft sound of her pleasure as her tongue slowly swept between her lips.
That single image replayed in his mind for what felt like an eternity. Yeah. Agreeing to this was a no brainer. He was just a guy after all, and it was not like she wanted him to be anything more than her first time after it.
Right?
He pulls her back, the kiss ending abruptly, and she stares at him, her hands pressed flat against his chest, a clear look of confusion already forming on her face. “Wha— do you not want to anymore?” When she asks, Bakugo picks up on the disappointment laced in her voice at the idea of him saying no.
He stares at her for a while, watching her squirm under his gaze. He watched her pout, a silent invitation he was eager to accept with another kiss.
“Why me? Why now?” He whispered, his finger brushing from her cheek to her lips, hesitating on the soft skin. He always wanted to touch her pink cheeks. Her fingers instinctively clenched as she drew a breath, clearly startled by his sudden inquiries or by his touch.
“I—" she began.
Bakugo kept silent, waiting patiently for her to answer. It’s a gesture he hardly ever makes for anyone else. He didn't get to ask earlier. Everything happened too fast, and his mind was not the one thinking when she asked him.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she met his gaze, her lips a straight, unwavering line, before uttering, “I want my first time to be with someone who respects me.”
This froze Bakugo to his spot; his hand that had cupped her face earlier fell to the side. She thinks…
Before he could ask, she answers “And yes, I think you do Bakugo and um, I feel at ease knowing it’ll be with you so I—”
He stops the beginnings of her rambling with a kiss and rolls them over.
She thought it over. She thought of him.
Is that why she's been staring at him for the past few weeks?
Earlier.
Ochako came knocking on his door with her pleading eyes, her fingers fidgeting with each other as he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for her to answer why the fuck was she knocking at 9pm in the evening, on a school night.
It took a considerable amount of time and many near-slamming threats before she could muster the courage to push him back into his room and onto the edge of his bed.
“Will you fuck me?” She asks with a very straight face, that it took him off guard. Gutsy for her to ask.
Before his mind could fully grasp her question, his body acted on its own, pulling her close and settling her onto his lap.
Her soft sound of surprise gave him the impression she hadn’t expected him saying yes so quickly. They weren’t close after all and it was such an intimate request to ask.
Now.
Yet here they are, close as ever. Physically, at least. “You won’t ask me to be your boyfriend after this or whatever right?”
As their lips remained locked, Ochako gently shook her head. He didn’t have time to be, if she wanted to. His focus was still on being number one; a relationship will only distract him.
“Why would I when I told you earlier this would be a secret?” She knew that, too.
Bakugo let out a low, guttural sound. “Just making sure” As he tugged at her bra, her chest rose, making it easier for him to unclip it. He stops and stares as she moves around to take it off and throw it to the side, her arms immediately wrapping around them.
Round and smooth. Like everything else about her. Bakugo had always admired Ochako’s strength that her body took a backseat. Now that she’s naked and close to touch did Bakugo take his time to stare. He unwrapped her arms that tried to cover herself up. “Why take off the bra if you’d cover them again?” He asks as he plants a kiss on her chest, his hand cupping her breast. A perfect fit, damn.
Just like his, her skin bore tiny scars, except for a single large scar beneath her rib cage. The one that almost took her from them.
Him too.
“I uh—ha”
Her breath hitched as her arms went around his neck, his lips seeking hers before moving to tease and massage her breasts. His lips moved lower, nibbling at her skin between kisses, enjoying the taste of her skin and the demand of her touch.
They still have their pants on, and she’s been grinding upwards for some friction. “Easy Cheeks, is there anything else you want to try first?” He asks, his voice laced with newfound bravado, intending to make her squirm beneath him.
His fingers danced lightly on her lower belly. Her hand rested warmly on his shoulder, while her thighs gently pressed against his sides.
“What would you want for return if I said everything?”
Oh?
Right, this is transaction.
With her round, innocent eyes fixed on him again, she seemed to unintentionally speak suggestively. Her lips, plump and curved, seemed to beckon him closer. She really thought everything through.
And his taking the bait.
“I’ll have to think about it.” He spoke, and she took a moment to process his response; her fingers then fumbling with the buttons of her jeans.
“Okay.”
He stripped off her jeans and carelessly threw them aside. It’s taking a lot of self-control for him not to just take off his jeans too and relieve the intense feeling inside of it, but he wanted her to have a good first experience. She’s, his priority; her experience of it is something he wants to make worthwhile. So much so that anyone after it wouldn’t compare. He’ll be her number one, and not just literally.
He blamed it on his competitive spirit, and nothing else.
His hand hovers over her underwear. Red and laced.
The mere thought of anyone taking her from him didn’t sit well in his thoughts. Which was strange because this is a onetime thing. He removed them with a slow, deliberate motion, and then his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.
“Great choice coming to me Cheeks” he whispers his hands squeezing the thighs he had only looked from afar, now in front of him, asking to be touched. He smirked, reveling in the feel of her soft skin and the small gasp she let out when he squeezed them. His gears already turning on how to make everything last longer, milking all the time they have before it even began.
All night.
They have all night. Fuck yeah.
For the entire night, she was exclusively his. If she plans to sleep over, she’ll probably be with him until the sun rises. They haven’t even started, and he’s already thinking of things after.
This was not good. He pushed back the thoughts as he felt the gentle pressure of her hands caressing his shoulders. “Um Bakugo?” She trailed, biting her lower lip and looking at him with expectant eyes.
He lowered his gaze, his fingertips pressing the spot in the middle, and another faint moan escaped her lips. He made slow, circular motions with two fingers, and her head tilted back, her gaze following his hand.
“Let’s cover all the bases.” He says as he kisses her temple while continuing with his slow teasing motions. Her breath, warm and shaky, brushed against his skin as she stuttered a “yes.”
She’s already so wet that it was easy to swipe between her folds. Her legs instinctively closed, a soft pressure against his arm. He extended his free hand, a light touch on her shoulder, pushing her back gently. “You got to relax Cheeks, I got you.” He said.
He had no idea where he’s getting all his words from; all he knew was he has to assure her.
Two of his fingers entered. Her legs spread wide, giving him enough space.
She breathed in, her eyes closed and her hands clutching the bed sheets. At that moment, Bakugo admits he liked the sight.
The sight of her, naked and open for him.
Just him.
She sought him out.
His fingers curled upward and her back arches in response, the letter m drawled out from her lips. He moves his fingers in and out slowly before dipping his head and swiping his tongue.
“Bakugo!” She squealed in response, her eyes wide with surprise. He chuckled, amused by her open mouth stare at him. He really liked the reactions she gave him, his mind already turning to think of ways to gain more of them.
His tongue flicked, and he felt her body tense. She didn’t break away from his eyes and so his tongue swiped in a circular motion while his eyes watched her reaction flicker from surprise to pleasure. He works his tongue while his thumbs dig on to each side of her thighs, a way to pin her as she keeps moving. The sound of her pleasure filling his room made his heart pound like a drum against his ribs. His name, sung from her lips, bubbled up the excitement in him, a wave of pleasure washing over him.
He sucked, and she gasped. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulder; he felt the crescent moons shaping, her nails scrapping his skin every time his tongue moved.
As her breathing quickened, her thighs pushed to press together, trying to close the space. He didn’t stop, his hands keeping her in place as the tip of his nose pressed on and his tongue got deeper, moving between fast and slow paces. Her fingers grabbed on to his hair, pushing his head while her hips fought to grind. He palmed her ass, raising them, the back of her thighs now on his shoulders.
A smile bloomed on his face, surprised by the way she said “fuck that’s it”, as she’d always been so proper, not one curse word from her before this. He realized he can take out these reactions from her and a sense of pride surged. His tongue mapped out every inch of her, relishing every moan, every reaction, and every curse word.
The thought that he can make her act this way...
He felt her trembling, her thighs locking him in place as his arm reached out to hold her breast, her hand lands on top as if guiding his hand to move.
He obliged.
His tongue moved where her body reacted the most. Tracing every inch until he hears her beg not to stop, her hands clutching his, holding on together. Her heat, her taste, her moans was something Bakugo thought he’d ever need.
Something he'd want more of.
She whispered his name, and he could sense that she’s trying to hold back. He squeezed her for assurance, asking her to relax and enjoy the very thing she had asked him to do. His mouth continued to suck, his tongue darting and licking with a rhythm that made her pull harder on his hair, her other hand curling the sheets under her.
Her thighs attempted to squeeze tighter again, his own moan vibrated against her, and she pushed the back of his head, pressing into her. His tongue made a slow circular motion as his fingers massaged her clit.
She finally let out a loud cry, loud enough to wake Kirishima next door. Her hands tried to push him away, but he kept his position as she trembled and released from his touch.
He gave her one last kiss on both sides of her inner thighs before meeting her eyes with a wide grin on his face.
The look of satisfaction on her face morphed as her face color at the sight of his wet chin.
“Oh my gosh Bakugo, I’m so sorry! Lemme get a towel!” She scrambled to move out from the bed but he pinned her down, placing both his arms on each side of her head.
“Nothin to be sorry for Cheeks, you taste wonderful” he said and licked his lips while her whole face turn red, her breathing still heavy from what they had just did, or rather what he did.
Oh, he could get used to this. His hands reached to tuck a strand of hair from her face before planting a kiss on her jaw. “First finger and tongue, check” he teased.
“I uh want to return the favor.” She whispered, her arms snaking around his neck while his lips moved to plant kisses on hers. Favor returned, he thought, as the sight of her orgasm because of him was more than enough. His desire grew, and Bakugo grinned between kisses, his hands rediscovering her curves. She wanted everything and after all of that, he did too.
“Brought a condom before coming here?” He asks.
He didn’t have one in his room, not knowing any of this would happen.
She shakes her head, and he almost drops his in disappointment before she says, “I’m on the pill so its okay right?”
As he kissed her, her legs parted further, instinctively wrapping around his waist.
Gentle. Gentle. This is her first time, he said to himself as his tongue entered her mouth immediately feeling the vibration of her moan. The taste of her, shared in their kiss.
Suddenly, everything felt hot; his hands and hers tangling with each other at an attempt to unbutton his jeans without breaking the kiss.
She pushed it down along with his boxers. A string of saliva formed between them as they broke the kiss. Her lips already inviting him back again as he kicked his jeans at the edge of the bed.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. She reached to kiss his cheek and whispered. “Yes please” in the most seductive way Bakugo had ever heard her. Heat pooled in his lower belly, a surprising moan escaping him as he felt her lips on his neck, sucking and nibbling. Showering him with hot wet kisses, copying the things he had just did earlier.
Did she want to leave a mark? Damn, he should have.
He still can.
Her hand slowly snaked down to his chest, to his abs, until she wrapped her fingers around him and his head fell back.
“Cheeks…”
“Bakugo…” she said breathlessly.
“Tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop, got it?”
He didn’t need any reason for her to hate him after this and he didn’t want her to have a bad first experience either. Firsts are important, just as much as being the first.
Also, he didn’t want her to regret choosing to do it with him. He was already in the mood but she has to be absolutely certain. One of the most important things is that she certain and comfortable.
Comfort.
"You trust me?" he asks, "I don't want just a nod. you have to tell me."
He keeps their eye contact.
"I do" she breathed in but not once take her eyes of him. "Trust you."
Bakugo felt his ego rise knowing what’s on her mind as he saw the quick glance at what she’s saying yes to. Like everything he does, his is on the bigger side. Not average by far.
He’d made sure she’ll feel every bit.
He brushed against her skin, his gaze locked on her face, keenly observing every subtle shift. Slowly he pushed a little to enter, and she made a small ommf that stilled him in place. “No, it’s fine. I was just surprised.” She says, her hands on his arms as if she was bracing herself.
He asks her again.
“Yes, please Bakugo.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingernails sinking into his skin. The need to have her was burying his patience, much like it was burying her own. As he gently pushed, he saw her exhale, her body visibly attempting to relax.
He felt embraced by her warmth; his body pressed against hers. She made a hiss as he dropped his head on her shoulder, being fully inside of her.
He didn’t move but he could feel her squeezing him in and the urge to — she clung to him, she’s so tight he grit his teeth, waiting for her to adjust. She took every inch of him with no complaints; he could handle a few more seconds.
Comfort her, damn it.
“Breathe Ochako, relax” he murmured in her ear, pushing her hair away as his hand cupped her cheek. His other hand snaked to wrap around her waist as he placed reassuring kisses on her neck and the curve of her collarbone. Bakugo’s never one to reassure anyone, even himself. He felt her chest rise as she took a deep breath.
“Bakugo?”
Bakugo could feel all of her. Fuck… he won’t last long.
He breathed out through his nose, attempting to keep composure. “Yes?”
Bakugo doesn't do flustered.
“You can move now.” She whispered.
He nodded and planted a kiss on her forehead before raising his hips. She made a whimper but as soon as he looked at her, she shakes her head as if answering the question that formed in his head. “Keep going”
As he moved back down, she crossed her legs around his hips, their moans blending together. Her hands found his face, drawing him in for a kiss, a soft sound rumbling in her chest as his lips met hers, his body responding in a slow rhythm.
She squirmed again, her body arching forward. He took the opportunity to slide a pillow under. Her hands slid up and down his arms, her fingers occasionally tightening their grip.
“Mm, Bakugo” she whispered, her eyes closed, her mouth ajar.
The air filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their bodies meeting in a rhythm only their bodies understood. His thrust harder each time she tugged on his hair, as if asking for more but her words couldn’t form. He raises both her legs and rests them on his shoulders, just like earlier but this time thrusting into her in a deeper position. His palms pressed against her, squeezing her backside, as her hands found the headboard behind her.
A thought of sound proofing his room crossed his mind as her moans grew louder, her call for his name music to his ears. But then again, no one ever had the guts to complain about his loud music blasting through the walls.
It was as though, for that moment, he was expecting it to last more that just this time. A flush spread across her cheeks, while her chest resonated with a soft, pleased hum. His ego might have been at play, yet he found himself compelled to ask, “Does it feel good?” his own grunt of pleasure following as he moved his hips, finding a pleasurable rhythm for them both.
Their chests pressed together, his arm a firm support around her waist, skin against skin, her breasts ached against him, nipples hardening from the friction of his touch.
He really wouldn’t last long, he mulls over. Her heat enveloping him, releasing something in him he couldn’t hold back. If he only knew that this is how it felt to be in someone, he would’ve done it long ago. To feel as though they are one.
But then, she’s also an exception. Does that change anything?
Why is she an exception?
The sound of his bed creaking joined with hers, and before she could mouth out an answer, he thrust harder, making her unable to. Her eyebrows shot up, her lower lip trembled, and her arms instinctively wrapped around him. “Don’t be so— I uh—” he stops her with a kiss, a whimper escaping as he moves in and out, her sounds driving him to quicken up his pace and hear her cry out over the lust filled sounds of their bodies.
She tries to twist, muffling the sound of her moans with her arm while her wide round eyes looked at him like he’d never seen her look at him before. Wanting. He unclasped her hand from her mouth, securing it by her side. “Don’t hold back, I’m pretty sure Kirishima sleeps like rock.”
“Fuck!” She complies and Bakugo couldn’t help but laugh as she turns her head away again, attempting to bite the pillow. His heart quickens and so does his pace, chasing the pleasure they both of them share. She tightened her grip with her thighs, trying to match his rhythm by moving upwards against him. He pushes and his fingers reached down to help her more with the circular motions she loved.
Faster.
Faster.
Harder.
"Fuck, Angel I—"
The heat inside him released and not soon after, hers did too. With a heavy pant she opens her eyes and smiles loosely, “I — That was,—“
Bakugo detaches himself from her with a smug, satisfied look, his own chest heaving as he plops down beside her.
"Angel? Last time I heard that nickname was..."
"Shuddup."
She laughed, the melody matching with the rhythm of his breaths as he pulled her close.
Exhaustion must have taken over them as Bakugo woke with his arms wrapped around her while her arms slung over his chest.
The moonlight, still filtering through a gap in the curtains, cast a soft glow upon the bed. The clock by his bedside, read 3 AM, a little earlier than his usual wake-up time.
Beside him, Ochako slept, her hair a dark halo spread around his arm and pillow, her face squashed against his chest. He should wake her; she’s not supposed to stay after what they just did. It implied something, right? That’s what he always thought. A girl staying after fooling around meant something; he just didn’t know what. It’s not like he had done it before with anyone. He has had a few encounters with others, but it never reached this point. After a couple of hand or blow jobs, they’d go on their merry way.
So, Bakugo didn’t know whether to wake her to kick her out or continue to feel the warmth of her body on his while his heart skip beats every time she stirred and tries to snuggle closer.
What’s wrong with staying comfortable for a little while longer? He thought as his arm settled on her waist, his head resting on top of hers. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent. Sweet.
Addicting.
He tried to recall what they did or talk about after their 'explosive' first time.
After cleaning up, she literally fell asleep, her eyes drooping when he mentioned something about her staying the night.
With hushed footsteps, he carried her to the baths, his gaze darting around to make sure no one sees them. Aizawa roams the halls at random hours of the day. Despite expecting a messy outcome given it was her first, the blood that accompanied her release still caught him by surprise. It didn’t mind him but Ochako didn’t stop apologizing and promising to wash his sheets until he scooped her in his arms and whispered for her to shut up and just bathe with him.
It was his first time sharing a bath with a girl and he didn’t know what got to his head to suggest it in the first place. Bakugo didn’t understand his own thought process, suggesting and agreeing to such intimate things without hesitation. He questions over and over but never really seek an answer. Maybe only when it comes to her?
Nah.
They washed up separately, with Ochako insisting she was fine and can do it by herself, but she agreed to share a quick relaxing bath after they made sure no one was awake to walk in on them.
“This is my first time sharing a bath with a boy.” Ochako spoke after a long period of silence. She looked at him from her end and he smirked. “I figured. It’s mine too, if that’ll make you comfortable.”
“Weirdly enough, it kinda does.” Their eyes met and remained locked for what felt like an eternity, while their hands leisurely explored their own bodies.
He wanted his on hers. Unknowingly, his face gave it away.
She turns away, her arms still hugging her chest. Watching her cheeks and neck ignite with color, he felt the urge to move in and close the space between them. A burst in confidence washes through as she doesn’t swim further. Instead, she stands still in her place, her back towards him.
His lips brushed against her ear as he leaned in. “Wanna add a few more firsts on your roster?” He asks as his hand slides on her waist.
“What do you have in mind?” Tilting her head, she offered him clearer access to her neck for kisses. He felt the brush of her skin as her arm reached back to his. Something brushed against him, and he glanced down, her rear end almost flush against his throbbing erection.
His lips lingered on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulders, pressing a kiss that turned into a suck. "Hmmm" he hums against her skin.
With his hand on her belly, his voice low, he instructed, “Bend over,” while she bit her lip and nodded.
He braced himself against the edge, feeling the wet surface beneath his palm. To ease her, he did the circular motions she liked earlier before slowly entering her. She whimpers but accepts him anyway as she pushes back further.
Them in their wide school bath made for sharing made it their position easier. The steam emitting from the water and the low lights made Bakugo wonder what they looked like and if it matches with the one in his head. If he had brought a camera to take a picture of them, will Ochako agree?
For now, he’d burn the image of her bent down in the baths, with ambient lighting capturing the smoothness of her skin and the beauty of her curves in his mind forever.
He began his movements slow, his gaze fixed on the curve of her rear, his hands holding her hips with a steady pressure. He watched himself go in and out of her while hearing her moan because of it. The sensation pleasuring his whole body, her voice, her skin, even the way she tries to reach for him with her hand grasping to touch any part of him.
His finger traced the gentle arc of her spine, dancing across her back as the water swirled around them.
He lets out his own sound of pleasure when a knock stills them in place, Ochako looks back at him with her doe eyes. His hands found her hips, his thumbs digging in to comfort her. Telling her to ignore it.
He leans, closer when she purrs, his lips on the back of her ear, whispering things he’d never thought he’d say. His tongues slide down to her neck; she adjusts, giving him more access as he bites her.
Something to remember him by. What?!
Even only for a while.
He smiles at the thought, flips her and enters her again before the thoughts simmer in his brain.
This is not something he should be overthinking . It should be the other way around.
He drew a breath, a wave of relaxation washing over him as his lips found the curve of her collarbone.
“Who’s in there?” Kirishima’s identifiable groggy voice asked from the outside.
Shit.
Bakugo rolled his eyes and thrusted before answering to mask the sound of surprise in Ochako's voice.
“Jus me Shitty Hair, get back to sleep!” He yelled out while looking at her with a grin.
“Oh, figured, who else takes a bath at this hour. Wanna grab a midnight snack after you’re done? We can—”
“Pass” he yells the moment Kirishima finishes his question. As his thrusts intensified, Ochako’s fingers clenched tighter around his arm. His hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her response to his movement. Water splashed, bodies met and loud cries muffled. “I already am.” he whispered with a lick to her neck. "Having" splash. Thrust. Grip. "The tasti-"
“You good there? It sounds like—”
“Sounds like I’m taking a fucking bath! Leave!”
Her tongue swipes up his palm, her body clinging on to him. He was so engrossed in the sight of her breasts bouncing, her hand clutching one, that he almost forgot Kirishima was still outside. He flattens his tongue on the other, swirling around it and she whimpers, her hand grabbing the back of his head.
“Alright, alright. Good night bro.”
They both ignored him, knowing how pleasurable the night has been. They sure will have a good night. They already are in a pleasurable situation.
After Kirishima left and they both released, they washed up again and Bakugo kept his promise to carry her back to bed. Another first, she said. He would have scoffed her off and left her alone but was he was the reason after all, so he obliged.
As for her, he chalked it up to her being too lazy to walk or her legs being all tired.
They blow dried their hair together; he quickly changed the sheets, and he offered her his shirt while tossing all her clothes to the laundry basket. She promised to pick them up later along with the sheets; he no longer argued as he climbed up to bed.
He didn’t realize that she had also fallen asleep, and that they had drifted off together.
She stirs and jolts up, “Oh! I fell asleep!”
The absence of her warmth sweeps through him, but he immediately lifts his frown and looks at her with raised brows. “So?”
She must have thought the way he did. She wasn’t supposed to stay but they never really talked about it. Her eyes gave an apologetic look, and she scrambles to get out of bed. Bakugo took her wrist and pulls her back in, earning a surprise yelp. After waking up, he realized, her warmth was a source of comfort to him, and he particularly enjoyed the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. He didn’t want it to be over just yet.
“It’s fine Cheeks. We have two more hours before I go out to train.” He envelops her in his blankets, taking in the scent of her hair mixed with the comfort of the bed.
“Are you sure? I’m not invading your space or anything?”
“You’d really ask that after last what we just did?” He muffled his question by burying his face in the pillow.
“Touche. Hm—” she yawns. “I’ll get back to sleep then.”
She pulls up the blanket and hugs it, only for Bakugo to snatch it away and pull it up for himself. He positions them to how they were earlier. He didn’t know why and Ochako didn’t either as she looks at him with scrunched brows. “You’re Bakugo, of course you’d want something in return, what is it?”
He was not thinking things through but also is.
“I have a few things in mind.” His finger traced circles on her back, the fabric following his pattern. “I’d like to have a few firsts too.” A mischievous glint in his eyes.
She pouted, pressing her forehead against his chest. “And here I thought I was going insane for my request.” Under the blankets, she placed her leg atop his. For a short amount of time, she seemed to have grown much more comfortable touching him. Perhaps him bending her over and roaming his hands all over her body helped.
It was a quick change he liked.
He chuckled. “Oh it is and you are.”
A hand slams on his chest. “You agreed!” she exclaims, raising her head to meet his eyes.
“Who wouldn’t! Have you seen yourself woman? You’re a bombshell.” It was as if he had been holding his breath, waiting for the perfect moment, and the words then spilled from his tongue with natural grace to her.
Since the sports fest.
She cleared her throat and turned away, but Bakugo noticed the flush that bloomed on her cheeks. “You’re the bombshell.” she mumbled, and he scoffed, “Yeah literally.”
Drawing her back, he secures his hold around her waist with a gentle grip. They stay like that for only a few seconds before she gets up again and says what’s on her mind.
“I agree to more first requests if you agree to mine. Deal?” Her lower lip trembled slightly as she asked, a nervous habit he noticed. As if he was the one to ask for the firsts, but he didn’t mind.
The way she artfully twisted the narrative that make it seem like it was his request was something he genuinely appreciated. Then again, his brows. met, she changed her mind? he thought. She initially told him, it’ll be a onetime thing. Just to get it over being the only virgin of the girls, she says. He didn’t think she’d bring up a new offer. Something stirs in his chest at the thought.
It wasn't a onetime thing; they did it twice in one night.
“How many do you plan to have?”
He thought it was adorable how she raised her shoulders and tilted her head. He shouldn’t if he wants to keep things professional. “Just a few, enough to answer typical curiosities”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know—-how um, posi—” she blushes “works? Or feels? Mina always gushes whenever she talks about it and I kinda wanna know too”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, the gesture accompanied by a grumble as he shoved himself further into the warmth of the bed. He didn’t need Mina’s version of sexcapades; He had enough of it from Kirishima. Those two had been inseparable since their first year, always by each other’s side. The rest of the boys have to suffer listening to Shitty Hair moon over Pinky. After they got together was so much worse.
Kirishima beamed with pride over his girlfriend’s accomplishments, much to the exasperation of Bakugo and the others who couldn’t get him to stop talking about it. At one point, Denki overcharged himself just to escape.
“You know now.” he answers as he pulls the blanket from under her. He twists to pull her back and trap her.
Her hair splayed on his pillow, her eyes looking up at him, her lips curved in an inviting smile. He wondered if she knew how she looked at that moment. If she could see how enchanted he was by her simply just looking at him.
Ochako leans forward and slams her mouth into his without warning. A surprised moan escaped his lips, his arm tightening around her arched back. His eyes close, enjoying the softness of her lips. It didn't answer the question in his thoughts, but it further proved how she can always catch him by surprise.
No feelings. He thought over and over. Catching feelings distracts.
She breaks away before he could enter his tongue; the disappointment shown in his scowl. A groan leaves her.
“Well, also a few more…” she whispers.
Oh?
“Like?” He arched an eyebrow, his forehead pressing against hers, a playful grin spreading across his face. He wanted to do hear all the things she wants to try, perhaps agree to be the first in all of them.
without the attachments…
He waits for her response through half-lidded eyes, with wanting. This is a transaction after all. He’s just playing along. That’s what he tells himself.
He mirrors her expression.
Beneath the warmth of the blanket, his fingertips traced random shapes across her skin, eliciting a soft sigh as she gently bit the inside of her cheek. “Would you agree or not?”
A faint pink crept onto her cheeks, prompting her to turn her eyes away from his smirk. Fucking adorable. She wasn't being specific but Bakugo could go with it.
He brushes his lips against hers, his breath lingering on her neck. “Fine, as long as you won't distract me.” he teases, remembering how their fight impacted him. She distracted him, and he followed her like a moth to a flame. From that point onward, he has kept her in his line of sight.
From afar! Not like this.
She pouts and pushes her four fingers to his chest. “Never! Don’t distract me too! I still have a goal to beat you”
With a lighthearted snort, he voiced his amusement. He liked when people challenged him; the determination in her eyes couldn’t help but cause a tornado of thoughts in his head. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
She beamed. “First time for everything!”
Bakugo felt a deep dread, certain she would be his undoing, especially if his heart continued to pound so loudly. The reason for his outpouring of questions became clear as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, his hand instinctively moving to touch her fingers on the bed.
Fuck.