Thread by @kacchakofest, So hi. This was supposed to be 4 am angst but this [...]

So hi. This was supposed to be 4 am angst but this morning it turned into smut. Let me know if you guys are still interested in angst, it’s the follow-up to this happening! Welcome to my account. Expect ramblings.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

In her third and final year of high school, Ochako loses her virginity.
It’s her eighteenth birthday and she’s the last one out of the class - having been born on December 27th - to leave the “minor” life.
She was an adult. She was now responsible for her own decisions.

She could be locked up, she could drive, she could drink.
And maybe, one tiny bit of her mind thought about getting physical.
It’s not like she was an angel; Ochako was a normal person with normal needs.

And she wanted to get intimate with someone, but for some reason she didn’t want it to happen when she was still a teenager. A “young adult” - cause that’s what she was now - seemed much more fitting.
There was less of a chance of regret.

Looking back, if she had decided to have sex with anyone as soon as she wanted to, it would’ve been Deku in their first year.
That would’ve been wrong for a lot of reasons.

First, they were the closest of friends and she couldn’t tell if caving into her crush would’ve changed where they were now; and second, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t’ve been a memorable first time anyway. Though she could tell of course that he would be gentle during the act.

So here she was, in the 3-A common room, laughing along her classmates and having her first drink. Everyone made such a big deal out of it, but liquor tasted /bad/, man. The face she made had everyone cackling, and the evening passed on.

It was 1:37 am and she was only on her fourth drink - but for a first-timer, that was practically wasted. Her first drink was terrible since it had rum on it; such a strong flavor turned her off. But the following ones had strawberry on it, and the taste was overwhelmingly sweet.

The class snickered when she started unknowingly slurring her words, and Iida of course cut off the alcohol and had her drinking water the rest of the night.
Much to her surprise, Bakugou was still there at three, although with his characteristic frown on.

She would’ve thought he’d gone to his bed long ago...
A familiar tingling on her belly arose. Taking advantage of everyone else’s distraction - Mina was playing some sort of beer-pong with her acid, and the class cheered -Ochako allowed herself to really stare at Bakugou Katsuki.

He was handsome, for sure; anyone with a pair of eyes could see that. His first-year rudeness and arrogance had her ignoring his physical aspects, but... over the years, he had grown more... controlled, it seemed.

All Might’s close inspection and constant advices were not taken lightly, and she suspected that was the reason why he was loosened up enough to enjoy a late night party for once.
His fiery eyes rose from his plastic cup and he caught her red-handed, staring intently.

At his frown, she looked away and hoped he would think the blush was from drinking.
He didn’t.

Ochako wasn’t feeling drunk or slurring her words anymore, but she was definitely still a little tipsy. Her usual guard was way down, and before she knew what she was doing, she approached him fearlessly with a determined look on her face.

“Bakugou?”
“Hm?” He acknowledged her with his usual grunt, but it lost a lot of bite over the years.
“I’m feeling really tired,” she put in a fake yawn for good reason. Finally spilling it with the last of the liquid courage in her system, she asked, voice barely above a whisper:

“Would you take me to my room, please?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he unknowingly crushed the plastic cup on his hand. “Fuck! Ah,” he looked down at what little beer hit the ground. “I’ll, uh... yeah, sure.”

Part of why Ochako was doing this was so she could see his face. That smug look he wore during a match, his usual frown when people were around... did Bakugou ever just... unravel?

Apparently she wanted to find that out, and she wanted it now. He was wearing a black tank top that did wonders for his arms, literal guns that Ochako wondered one too many times how they’d feel around her waist.

He climbed up and she followed, both of them slipping away unnoticed as Mina finally hit one of the cups and a loud cheer from the other classmates covered up their strategic retreat.

Bakugou climbed the stairs and she followed, quiet but confident, already wondering what his lips would taste like. He stopped in front of her door, hesitating, and she brushed past him, feeling the tension that was always in between the two of them - and opened it.

“After you,” she smirked half-heartedly.
“What is this?” He questioned instead. It was dark in the hallway, so Ochako couldn’t see his intent. His voice was always loud and boisterous, but tonight it was even and quieter, almost like Todoroki’s.

Ochako hesitated. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she offered in the end. “I just thought we could... you know, have some fun.”
“I think you and I have a /very/ different idea of fun, Round Cheeks,” he crossed his arms and leaned on her door, already half inside her bedroom.

Ochako felt relief flooding her. So he did want this. He was just making sure she had time to back out if she felt like it. “I don’t think we’re that different,” she put her hands behind her back, leaning on the other side of the doorframe.

“I just think we haven’t been that good at... communicating.”
He raised an eyebrow, and if she didn’t know him better, Bakugou seemed almost amused. “And that’s what we’re doing tonight? Communicating?”
“Totally,” she smiled her best, characteristic innocent smile.

He saw right through it. “And, you know... other things.”
“What other things?” He finally broke their standoff, pushing away from the doorframe and putting one arm above her head.
Ochako raised her head to meet his. “Oh, you know... just... birthday girl... things.”

He leaned closer, down at almost her eye level. “And you’re sure, Uraraka?”
She blinked, taking a moment to understand his question. Was she still drunk? Was she in her right mind to make that kind of decision, one she couldn’t take back afterwards?

The answer came easily. “Yeah,” she nodded, a little shy. The fact that she was feeling slightly timid was more than enough proof that she was still in control of her actions, calm and collected - but still very much premeditated.
“Okay,” Bakugou leaned closer this time.

She could feel his breath tingling on her nose. “Say the word and we stop.”
And then he kissed her.

Ochako had kissed before, of course. She had even gone as far as having an /intense/ make out session with a guy from summer camp a year back. But this... this was way more passionate than she was used to.

Bakugou was hungry, seemingly having waited all his life for this moment, such was the passion behind it. Leave it to him to be the best at everything. He pulled her close by the waist and used his free hand to slam her door close, pushing her body against it as soon as he could.

Ochako was embarrassingly into this.
It was all she could fantasize in the middle of the night; strong arms holding her, heavy breaths and panting, tongues teasing and an almost bruising battle of kisses. Bakugou was having his way with her, and she was loving every minute of it.

She parted slightly to catch her breath, deciding to take the initiative for a change. Her hands held his back firmly, but now fingernails were slightly digging, silently begging for more.
“Uraraka,” he sighed.

“W-what?” She asked stupidly, lips on a mission to kiss his neck, wet and sloppy.
“N-nothing,” he strained, and that’s when she saw it. Bakugou, aspiring number one hero, the hottest piece of man on campus - unraveling.

His eyebrows were scrunched up, his lips parted and reddish, and suddenly he gave out a slight moan as she sucked on earlobe.
Ochako paused. He paused.
“Fuck.”
“Aha!” She said triumphantly. “I can’t believe I made you moan first - “

“Is this a fucking competition?!” He whusper-yelled, still mindful of their secrecy. “Wait for it, Uraraka. Shit.”
She snickered as he pushed her to her own bed, laying over her and oh, the weight on top of her body felt nice.

Bakugou was wondering where his reason went. It got up, packed its bags, and went on a fucking vacation to Hawaii as soon as that angel face asked him to take her to her room in the middle of the night.

He straddled her slightly, having never done this before and being slightly confused as to what to do with his limbs - and noticing they were still fully clothed and it was getting way too hot in there.

He decided to fuck it and take off his shirt, tank top flying to the other side of the room as soon as he got rid of it.
Ochako would be stupid not to look, but even so this was weird. It dawned on her; she was going to have sex. With Bakugou. The Bakugou. And he was hot as hell.

So even though her brain started screaming at her about nineteen reasons why this could be a terrible idea, her legs were a different story. They immediately involved Bakugou by the waist, and he marveled at how thick her delicious thighs were, grabbing them with need.

Ochako bit her lip to keep herself from moaning, but she was already damp in her panties and the friction felt too nice. Bakugou noticed her need, his own already showing through his trousers, and switched their places quickly.

“Oops!” Ochako steadied herself, suddenly on top of - and straddling - Bakugou. He played with the hem of her t-shirt, a pink v-neck that he slightly pulled down, revealing some of her purple bra through her v-neck.
Fuck, she’s too cute.

Ochako felt the urgent yet respectful demand and pulled off her own shirt, tossing it somewhere near his.
They were both shirtless, chests heaving and looking at each other with intensity.
Now what?

Ochako carefully got down from him, feet hitting the ground as she slowly undid the button of her jeans shorts. Bakugou’s eyes widened and he started working on his own pants, wiggling out of them in a scene that Ochako would forever commit to memory as one of the funniest,

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