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Uraraka Ochako didn’t mind storms. In fact, she always felt excited for them whenever they would brew. Ever since she was little, her mother would let her know when the forecast predicted rain showers and thunderstorms. They would wait on their little patio in Musutafu until it started pouring down. Ochako would fling her head back and extend her arms, relishing in the wet dots on her skin as the earth wept.
She doesn’t find herself doing that this time, though.
“Everyone, find shelter!” She hears an authoritative voice shout from the sidewalk.
“Go inside, go home!” Another one yelled.
Ochako knew there was a huge storm warning today, but she had to go to the bank quickly before starting her new job tomorrow; there were a few more things she had to get sorted. She couldn’t go without being prepared. How would that look?
Plus, she’ll be back inside her safe, warm apartment before she knows it. Just one quick stop!
The attire she wore reflected in the fact that this would be a quick pit stop before she settles in for the night, safely away from the storm. She was wearing her baggy white sweatpants and tight cropped tank before she left. Making it a little more street-wear appropriate, she threw on one of his large flannels over top as well as a baseball cap.
She just moved to this part of the city. It’s not like she’s going to bump into anybody she knows. Finally having arrived, her small fist takes the handle of the bank’s door, and swings it open.
It’s dark. Why is it dark?
“H-Hello?” Ochako muttered. There was nobody inside either.
Dammit. Everybody must have left because of the storm. Why on God’s green earth were the doors still open, then? How annoying. Now she’s going to look unprepared tomorrow when she doesn’t have her bank information to supply HR. Leaving things to the last minute normally isn’t Ochako’s style, but a lot has been going on, you could say.
It’s only been two months since she broke up with Izuku. Deku. The number one hero. They had been dating since their third year at UA, when she finally confessed to him, realizing he wouldn’t do it himself.
The thing is, she knew that if she didn’t leave right then and there, she would end up marrying Deku and have a perfectly fine life with him. He was kind to her. He gave her everything she needed. He made her feel safe. And it made her feel guilty for having done what she did. But before she knew it, she was staring into his emerald orbs from across the fancy dining table at a fancy restaurant and she was saying she thought they should break up.
They had to work with each other for a month after that, as she worked at his agency, along with their friends Iida, Momo, and Todoroki. She wanted to make it work; she tried really hard, because she loved all of them deeply. Even Izuku, still. But it just… couldn’t. He was expecting for things to go back to the way they were. He kept giving her special treatment. No . She had to get out of there. She had to make it on her own. It felt like she didn’t earn any of this, and she wanted, no, needed to start feeling like she did.
So, she told her manager that she needed to switch agencies. Simple as that. Uproot her entire life, leave her perfect apartment for a more cramped one (stupid downtown prices), leave her job, her best friends. Start a brand new, single, life. Leave everything she has known for the last five years since graduating behind.
It was good. It was scary, but it was a start to finally being her own person. To deserve what she gets, whether that means failing miserably or rising to the top.
Ochako sighs, and pulls on the handle once more to exit.
Okay, once more, again .
Again…
It’s not opening.
Crap , it’s not opening.
Frantically looking around to see if maybe she missed anybody to help her out of this predicament, her eyes finally lock onto a man in the ATM vestibule. Oh thank God.
With a couple of strides, she makes her way to the glass room, eyeing the man in grey joggers and a black jumper with the hood turned up, his back facing her.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Nothing.
“Sir?”
Now that she’s focusing, she can hear the faint sound of music. He must have headphones on, so Ochako taps the shoulder of the man softly.
“OI!” He yelped.
Ochako worries that the man thinks she was peeping on his pin number or somethi-- Wait. Why did that sound so familiar?
The man turns around to take a look at whoever disturbed him withdrawing his cash, and Ochako’s stomach sinks when her eyes latch onto ruby ones staring down at her.
Bakugou Katsuki. Her boyfriend's… ex boyfriend’s rival. The boy who kicked her butt at the Sports Festival nearly 8 years ago now which was the breaking point of making her want to be better. The number two hero. She hasn’t seen him since graduation 6 years ago, with the exception of a handful of times she saw glimpses of him at parties and gatherings they attended. But she completely forgot how intense his stare was now that it’s peering down on her.
“Fucking… Round Face ?” His form of a greeting, she remembers. He takes out one of his earbuds at least.
“B-Bakugou? Wow, it's been a long time. Ha! My, have you grown. You’re like, a foot taller now? That’s crazy. Puberty’s done you good, haha! I mean, just like, in the way that-- What I mean is--"
“Jesus Christ, did you need something?” He spits, obviously having no patience for her mumbling.
“Oh. We’re uhh-- we’re locked in here.” She says while fidgeting with her fingers, not having it in her to look at him directly in the eyes.
“The fuck do you mean we’re locked in here? I just came in 5 minutes ago.”
His long legs stomp over to the exit and jiggles the handle with no avail.
It’s like Ochako’s ‘Bakugou memory’ instantly comes back to her and can read his mind as she says, “Don’t even think about blasting the glass. This bank has state or the art technology and shatterproof windows.”
“UGGHHH!” Bakugou kicks the door instead, it doing nothing.
Not forgetting Bakugou’s temper, Ochako rolls her eyes.
“We’re just going to have to wait it out.”
“I’ve got shit to do!” He snarls.
“And I don’t?” Her brow furrows. This isn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her time, either.
“Chasing around Deku like a lost little puppy isn’t exactly any better than this.”
Ouch .
It’s exactly what she thought of herself, but it stung knowing other people did too.
“Izuku and I broke up…” Ochako mumbled. Bakugou either didn’t hear, or didn’t care about the news. He just banged his fist on the glass again, letting out a disgruntled moan.
They’re locked in, their phones have no service, and there’s no indication on when the storm is going to let up, so Ochako decides to walk over to the lounge area and sit down, away from the storm cloud inside of the building, named Bakugou Katsuki.
About 30 minutes of silence goes by, and Ochako starts to feel herself doze off.
“OI.”
Nearly falling off the couch, Ochako is snapped awake.
Bakugou is sitting at the end of the couch, arms crossed, staring at her.
“What do you want?” Normally Ochako was much more polite, but the explosion boy always seemed to test her patience.
“I’m fucking bored. And talking to you is only like, a fraction less boring that just sitting there doing nothing.”
“Wow, you sure know how to butter a girl up.” Ochako ditches her lying position and sits back up, staring back at the beautiful… annoying hero.
“Why did you and that fucking nerd break up?” So he did hear her.
“That is none of your business.” She hisses.
“Was it ‘cause he would declare ‘I am here’ whenever he whipped his dick out?”
“BAKUGOU!”
“Or did he like the All Might cosplay a little too much?”
“Go back over there!” Her pointer finger jabs the air to where he was previously.
The corners of his mouth tilt upwards as he picks at the packet of a complimentary candy he must’ve taken, not actually eating said candy.
“You’re unbelievable.” Ochako mimics him by crossing her arms over her chest and pouts.
“Not much has changed. You’re still sensitive as ever, and round cheeked as ever.” His eyes are on her again.
“And you’re still an ass hole!” Ochako lowered her voice for the swear part of the word.
“Did you just fucking whisper ‘ass’?!” Complete bewilderment and amusement spreads across his face.
“Ugh!” Ochako rolls her eyes for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight already.
“Maybe now that you’re no longer drowning in a vanilla relationship, you can learn to get a little... naughtier.” Deviant. His ruby eyes were deviant and he started to crawl over to her.
Ochako extended her foot out in its entirety, placing it on his chest so he couldn't come further.
“Are you kidding me?! I don’t see you in how long and this is how it’s going to be?!” Despite trying to play it cool, her voice was a little higher than normal.
His head tilts back, resting on the back of the couch and he rolls it to look at her still. “I’m fucking with you, Floaty.” He lets out a soft laugh, like making her uncomfortable was his only source of entertainment.
Her leg relaxes, foot sliding down his chest, and she curls it back into herself to hug her knees.
“I broke up with him because I need to know I can do this by myself. I need to know I can be a pro hero with no favouritism. I’d always just be Deku’s girlfriend, not having to lift a finger for anything and I just. I don’t want that.” She doesn’t know why she’s telling him this.
And after a little while she starts to feel dumb, because he doesn’t say anything and she thinks he just ignored her, until--
“That’s pretty badass.” There wasn’t any sarcasm in his voice.
“Or incredibly stupid. I just left my entire life behind.” She still doesn’t know if she’s made the right decision.
“From the sounds of it, that’s a life you didn’t fucking want. Start a new one that you do.” Again, no sarcasm.
Was Bakugou being… Supportive? Maybe he has grown a bit since graduating.
“Doubt you can make it with that dumbass cutesy quirk of yours, though.”
Aaand , maybe not.
She touches a phone book on the coffee table next to her, and using zero gravity, flings it at him in full force. He clearly was not expecting the outburst, as it hits him square in the face.
“What… The actual… FUCK!”
Ochako’s eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets realizing what she just did. They both move at the exact same time. She dives over the couch and he lunges for her in the spot she just was. Scrambling to her feet, Ochako is sprinting across the bank, and Bakugou is right on her heels.
“Get back here you fucking psycho!”
She touches a vase with slightly wilted flowers and it hurdles in his direction. She doesn’t wait to see if it connects, but she assumes it doesn’t as she can hear a blast and then shattering.
He races toward her and Ochako abruptly stops. Just before he would collide into her, Ochako ducks, her small frame able to slip in between his legs, and she runs in the opposite direction.
“Get your ass back here! You literally have nowhere else to go, we’re fucking locked in!”
Ochako grabs an umbrella to use as a weapon, and stops, facing him. He slows his pace down as well, and starts to slowly approach, as you would a wild animal.
“You’re lucky I haven’t killed you for that, call it a belated graduation gift.” His voice is humorous, but there’s something dangerous that lingers in it, too.
“You deserved that! You have no idea what I’m capable of anymore, Bakugou!”
“Prove it.” The corner of his mouth raises and there’s fire in his eyes.
Don’t have to ask her twice. She throws the umbrella at him, and while he’s distracted, Ochako moon jumps over Bakugou, landing behind him and spinning around to grab his hand.
“The fuck ?”
Then they start floating. The bank ceilings are at least twelve stories high and they keep floating up, up, up. Bakugou is dangling by her hand.
Before he has a chance to blast away, she grabs him in an embrace so that she’s hugging his arms into her, rendering them useless. Then, she deactivates her quirk.
Bakugou doesn’t realize what exactly is happening until they’re falling from the ceiling at a very high speed, and before he can react to it, his back cracks against the marble slab beneath him, Ochako having used him to protect herself from the fall. The wind is completely knocked out of him, and despite having trouble breathing, he can’t help but have a smirk on his face.
Still on top of him, Ochako is stunned at what she just did. The overwhelming need to prove herself consumed her, and she acted recklessly. Oh God… Bakugou was going to hate her. What did she do?
“That was the fucking sexiest thing…” His voice is raspy, filled with emotion.
Ochako looks down at him, the same fire still swirling in his carmine eyes.
It happened so fast. Lips connected with lips. There was no way to tell who initiated it first, just that their tongues now danced together as their hands needily grabbed at any exposed flesh they could.
Wrapping his right arm around her, he pulled her close,then spinned her around, slamming her into the marble now. Whether it was because he wanted to be in charge, or wanted payback, Ochako doesn’t know. But he now hovers over top of her, and Ochako grabs the fabric by his shoulders and hungrily pulls his sweater off.
She gawks at the chiselled blonde in front of her, cut and shredded beyond belief. Puberty was good to him.
“Pervert.” He smirks as he licks her bottom lip.
It was his turn. He pulls off her flannel and tank top, exposing her perky breaks and he groans. Perfect was all Bakugou could think, but he doesn’t say sappy shit like that, so he just bends down and shoves her erect nipple into his mouth with urgency. He palms the other one in his hand, which makes a moan escape Ochako’s lips.
The sounds she makes further restricts the room in his pants, despite wearing sweats. He needed her now.
In a swift, forceful motion, Bakugou grabbed the hem of her sweats and panties, and pulled them all the way off. Ochako was now completely naked on her bank’s floor, and she could only spare a moment to pray that the hidden cameras weren’t working due to the storm, until being completely taken back by seeing Bakugou’s hardened length springing free from his sweats. It was big. Big , big.
“ Shit .” She says breathlessly.
“See, I’m already corrupting you, potty mouth.” He smirks, while starting to stroke himself.
Bakugou slides the tip of his erection up and down her folds, pleasantly surprised at feeling just how wet she already was. Then he plunged inside of her, the feeling of her tight walls expanding to accommodate him was enough to make Bakugou go feral.
“Aghhh!” Ochako cries out, the combination of pain and pleasure almost too much.
One hand next to her head propping himself up, the other fondling her breast, Bakugou pumps hard into Ochako while her tongue slides into his mouth. How many times did he fantasize about this back in UA? The thought of this bubbly brunette hopping on his dick was practically on his mind constantly back in Bakugou’s teenage years, and here she was, underneath him right now moaning his name.
“Ba--Baku--gou, ahh, harder.”
“Fuck.” He obliges, and every nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire as he plunges his entire length inside of her.
“Bakugou, I’m gonna-- I’m--” The sound of her was enough to make him come undone, too.
He grabs both of her wrists in his hands and pins them above her head as he thrusts his hips as fast as he can, loving the view of her breasts bouncing in sync.
“BAKUGOU!!!”
Ochako’s orgasm crashes down all over her. Instinctively, she tries to spring forward and shut her legs, but Bakugou’s hold on her wrists and his body blocking her legs, she’s forced to lay there as her entire body feels the euphoric high.
As if her orgasm was permission he was able to have his, Bakugou now let himself go as he gave away to the pure ecstasy. With a final jerk of his hips, he unloads his seed inside of her, giving a guttural grunt into her neck.
They lay there for a moment, him still inside of her, his hands holding her wrists, as their breath starts to even out again.
Finally, Bakugou rolls to the floor, Ochako wincing at the emptiness once he slides his way out, and because she’s her worst enemy, Ochako starts to think .
What. Just. Happened.
Abruptly sitting up, Ochako announces she needs the restroom. She collects all her garments, then you can hear the soft pitter patter of her bare feet on the marble floor as she sprints to it.
Once she has wiped her legs and got dressed, Ochako splashes her face with cold water and stares at her reflection.
I just had sex with Bakugou Katsuki. What the hell am I doing?!
She starts to pace back and forth debating the pros and cons in her head.
Pros:
- Felt amazing
- Never have to see him again
- What else were they going to do to pass the time?
- Did I mention it felt amazing?
- I don’t have time for a relationship, and it’s not like I’ll develop feelings for Bakugou
- It’s been a few months, I needed out of the sexless rut
- Bakugou’s man whore ways make it so I know he’ll forget about this in no time
- IT. FELT. AMAZING.
Cons:
- Betraying Deku
“AGHH!” Ochako screams after activating the hand dryer so that Bakugou couldn’t hear her.
After realizing she was in the bathroom probably too long to be a normal freshen up, she decides to go back to the lobby. Bakugou is fully clothed again, sitting on the couch, flipping through an Interior Design magazine.
“In your head, Floaty?” He doesn’t even look up from the article he’s reading.
“No.” She answers a little too quickly.
He pats the cushion beside him. “Sit.” She does.
Taking another moment to finish the paragraph, he finally flips the magazine closed and looks back at her.
“It’s just sex.” He assured her.
“I know!” She folds her arms over her chest.
“Then why does it look like you believe you killed a bunch of kittens?” He isn’t hiding the fact he’s enjoying this, his smirk plastered on his face.
“I’m not like this ! I don’t do this stuff! I’ve only ever been with--” She stops. Although that’s kind of obvious, she feels embarrassed to say it.
“I know. I felt bad for you, and that’s why I showed you how it should be done.”
Just as he said his insult, all the lights in the bank turned on, the bright flash just as insulting as their eyes adjusted.
“You know what?!” Ochako stands, “I’d rather brave this storm than spend another second with you.”
She spins on her heel and sprints to the door, thanking the heavens that it opens, and she enters the flooded street. Her place isn’t that far… She just has to--
“The fuck are you doing, Round-Face?!” Bakugou is behind her, screaming to be heard over the thunderous wind. “This is stupid, even for you!”
“Go away!” She marches towards her building, the sleet burning her skin, but her heart sinks as she sees an electrical poll blocking the way.
“Come on, my apartment is just over there.” Bakugou says and grabs her wrist.
Ochako jerks out of his grasp and steps away from the blonde, who’s growing angrier by every second.
“Go. A. WAY!” She shouts.
A billboard sign soars through the air and nearly hits Ochako with how close it came. The electrical poll starts to spark as well. It’s clearly not safe here, and she’s too new to the area to know another way to her apartment.
“COME ON.” He grabs her wrist again, but this time she doesn’t object, and they walk to his apartment.
It’s not really what she expected. Ochako knew Bakugou was neat, but this was another level. His apartment was so clean and pristine it felt like a hotel. The decor was very minimalist, but tasteful. There were a couple of band posters that hung on the walls, and she smiled internally when she saw a photo of the Bakusquad hung up on the fridge. It was a really nice one bedroom with an amazing view. You could probably fit 5 of Ochako’s apartments in it.
Bakugou was back from wherever he went, with a towel and some spare clothes, as hers were drenched. She accepts the offering without saying a word.
“Bathrooms down the hall to the left.”
After she closes the door, she strips her sopping outfit and puts on what was given to her. His sweats are extremely baggy on her, threatening to fall down at any moment. The shirt must be one of his from his school days, because she remembers the skull logo, and it’s smaller, as it fits decently enough. It also smells like burnt caramel and pine. Like him.
Making her way back to the living room, she’s met with Bakugou sitting on his ginormous sectional couch with the TV on quietly. She sits next to him, and to her surprise, there’s a mug of coffee waiting there for her.
“Hint of cinnamon.” Bakugou tells her, having remembered her coffee order.
“R-right.” She blinks at him, then takes the warm mug in her hands. It feels so good, she didn’t realize how chilled she was; too in her own head the entire way here.
“It doesn’t look like the storm will let up tonight, so you can stay here till morning.” He sips his own coffee.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Ochako realizes she’s being blunt, but after everything they just… did, she feels she has every right to be. She stands her ground.
“The fuck you mean?” He faces her, alarmingly close. Ochako has to catch her breath before she answers.
“You’ve been a jerk all day! Then a jerk, even after-- after--”
“We fucked.”
“Had sex … But now you’re giving me clothes and coffee and a place to stay?”
“Damn Cheeks, I’m not a horrible person.” He replies.
“Could’ve fooled me!” She snaps.
He looks at her, angrily. But she swore she saw a bit of hurt in his face, as well. She crossed a line…
Bakugou stands and walks to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Shoot .
Ochako didn’t mean it. She thought Bakugou was an ass , sure, but she knew he was still a good person. She’s frustrated at herself and she’s just taking it out on Bakugou, and that wasn’t fair.
She sighs to herself and places the mug back onto the coffee table, being sure to use a coaster as she knows he’d kill her otherwise, and gets up to walk to his door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Can I come in?”
After no answer, she opens the door anyway. He’s laying on his back on the king sized bed, holding a Nintendo Switch in the air, completely ignoring her.
“Bakugou.” She leans on the doorframe.
Nothing.
“ Bakugou .”
The noises of the game begin to taunt her, and she stomps over to his bedside, and grabs the console out of his hands.
“Bakugou!”
“What the FUCK? You just killed me!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I don’t think you’re a horrible person.” She looks down at him, his expression annoyed.
“Tell someone who fucking cares!”
“I know you care.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” he finally looks up at her and swings his legs over the bed. “Why did you even fuck me if you’re this torn up about it?”
Ochako’s heart sank. Even though he's trying to look intense, he looked like a little boy who was just told Santa wasn’t real.
“I’m not torn up about it. I’m just a bit confused.” She admits.
A few seconds go by until she confesses. “But I-- I liked it.”
His scowl deflates a little bit.
Before she realizes what she’s doing, Ochako takes a few steps closer so that she’s now standing in between Bakugou’s legs. She places the device on the bedside table, and takes his hands in hers.
“I liked it a lot.” She continued.
Bakugou pulled her hands, and Ochako stumbled forward with an ‘oof’, so that she fell into him. His hands cup her face and he presses his lips onto hers.
“Mmm!” Ochako is surprised by the urgency, but quickly melts into it.
He throws her onto the bed and starts to kiss her exposed stomach, her shirt having slid up. He kisses lower and lower until he’s at the seam of her… his joggers. His fingers slide under them, and in a swift motion, they’re off.
“ Bakugou… ” Ochako pants.
The way she said his name, he could really get used to that.
Wait, no. When she leaves in the morning, he won’t have to see her again.
He starts to kiss up her inner thigh, biting it when he can’t help himself. The little squeaks Ochako does when he nips at her skin only makes him want to do it even more.
His lips finally make their way to her beautiful, wet folds, and he could feel her arch into him, which was the sexiest thing ever. His tongue slid up her lips and he could sense how eager she was by how she frantically clutched his hair. They tugged and pushed him closer to her, and he smiled despite himself.
He lapped up her juices, and his hand started to rub her clit, which rewarded a loud moan from Ochako, her head tilting back. She whimpered and shuddered as his tongue did it’s magic, her thighs nearly crushing Bakugou’s head in between their firm grasp.
Trading spots, his mouth starts to suck her clit, while his fingers push their way inside of her, her moans increasing in volume. He worked his digits faster and faster, getting completely drenched in her desire. There was something so unbelievably hot watching your childhood crush writhe in pleasure in your childhood shirt.
“I’m gonna--” She barely was able to get the words out.
“Cum for me, Cheeks.”
And she did. Her body vibrated beneath him, as he held her there, succumbing to her orgasm. He licked up everything she offered him, and when her body eased up, he lifted his head to look at her, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. The sight was nearly enough to make Ochako come undone again.
He crawled back up to plop next to her on the bed, facing towards her. Ochako still layed on her back, completely drained from the two amazing orgasms today. She looked over at him, as he stared.
“Should I-- Do you want me to…?” Ochako wonders if she should return the favour.
“Tired. Let’s sleep.” He swings his arm over her torso, closes his eyes, and is basically out like a light.
“Are you really…” Ochako lays there awkwardly. Eventually, she reaches down to the sweats, and pulls them back up. Quite the feat with Bakugou’s heavy limb on top of her.
Sleep comes easily, though. Easier than it has in the last few months.
Ochako opens her eyes, the bright morning sun shining down onto Bakugou who’s laying beside her. It illuminates his eyelashes that look like brushes of painted gold. He really is beautiful. She wouldn’t admit that to him , though. But right now in this really peaceful, quiet, warm little bubble… She accepts that he is a work of art.
Lazily stretching, Ochako glances at the alarm clock next to her.
7:23 AM
“AGHH! SHIT!” Ochako flings the covers off of her and leaps out of the cozy bed, gathering the few things she had.
“‘M tainting you…” She heard Bakugou behind her.
“Ha ha.” Ochako frantically collects everything, and dashes out of his bedroom.
“Where are you going…?” He yells after her.
“Gonna be late for my first day!” She yells back, and leaves Bakugou’s apartment.
Ochako tries to swallow the devastated feeling she gets when she realizes she probably won’t see Bakugou again, at least not for a long time. No . She can unpack all of that later. Right now she only has 35 minutes to go home amidst the chaos, shower, brush her teeth, get her hero costume on, and head to work.
Ochako never asked her manager exactly which hero’s agency she would be working for, just too eager to leave her previous one to care at the time. But by looking at the impressive sky rise, the entire thing made of glass, the shiny floors, and the nice minimal decor, she realized it must be a hero at least in the top 10. She starts to feel herself get excited when she walks to reception for her new chapter.
They take her photo and pretty quickly make her a keycard for the building. The sweet receptionist tells her that the heroes are in a meeting that just started on floor 18, and that she should join now, as they will give her the ropes once it’s done.
She nods and enters the elevator, hitting the 18th floor, where said meeting was being held. There were at least a dozen meeting rooms on this level, but only one where she could hear voices coming from it.
As quietly as she possibly can, Ochako opens the door to the meeting room and sneaks her way in. She smooths her costume down, trying to look presentable, and then looks up.
All the blood drains from Ochako’s face.
To her right, she sees Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina. To her left, she sees Sero, Jiro, and Tetsutetsu.
And at the head of the command room table? Crimson eyes stared at her, with a quick look of shock, which was then replaced with a devilish smirk.
Her new god damn job was at Bakugou’s agency.