strictly business

"So what do you think?" asked Uraraka.

Bakugo stared down at her. "You're not fucking kidding, are you?"

The pair was in a workout room in the basement of the Ryukyu Hero Agency, working out after a long day. They were both at the agency for their third-year internships and had been paired up for most of their time there. It had been a little awkward at first, hanging out with Uraraka meant Deku was around a lot, but they soon fell into a comfortable rhythm. Bakugo was particularly keen on the quirk combinations they'd been working on.

She'd just destroyed that rhythm like a coked-up jazz drummer.

"You want to have sex." He blinked at her.

She nodded.

"With me."

Another nod.

He'd been so surprised when Uraraka propositioned him in the middle of their sparring session, that he'd dropped his guard, and she had taken the opportunity to tag him and activated her quirk. He was currently floating on the ceiling, staring down at her in disbelief. "Why?"

Uraraka shrugged. "It's been a while, and I miss it."

"You have Deku!"

She waved a hand in the air as if fanning his question away. "That ended months ago. You know Deku has been focusing more on his hero work ever since All Might died.'' Uraraka shifted slightly on her feet, and lifted her hand to grab her other arm. "He said he wouldn't be able to give me the attention I deserve."

Bakugo stared at her, slack-jawed, in disbelief.

Uraraka sighed, scrubbing a hand through her hair. "Look, I've just been feeling… frustrated lately. Stressed out. We're working a lot, and school isn't slowing down. I just need a release."

"You're not the only one," quipped Bakugo, gesturing to his still floating form.

Uraraka chuckled, then released her quirk, allowing him to gently drop to the floor. "So, will you do it?"

Bakugo looked her dead in the eyes. He could tell she was sincere; she'd always been straightforward, especially with him. It was one of the reasons he tolerated her.

His gaze drifted down her body, contemplating her question. She was wearing a sports bra and tight workout leggings in her usual pink and black color pallet. Bakugou had never bothered to look at her that closely before, but she was very attractive. Her fit body filled out her workout clothes nicely. Her exposed belly was taut and had the hint of a 6-pack showing, accompanied by a simple piercing in her navel, a pink stone set in a ring which made him wonder if she had anything else pierced. Her breasts were a nice size, and she had a delicious, curvy, hourglass figure. Her feet were bare save for the stirrups on her pants, and she wiggled her toes at him as his gaze focused on them.

It was a very enticing proposition. However… "I don't need Deku's sloppy seconds. Not interested." He crossed his arms, hoping that she didn't notice the growing erection tenting his shorts.

Uraraka rolled her eyes. "I told you, he's out of the picture, and has been for a while now." She stepped closer to him and sighed. "Look, I'm still kinda hurting from the breakup, so I'm not looking for another relationship, okay? I just figured that since you and Kyoka broke up last year you might be interested in a bedmate from time to time as well."

Bakugo's eyes widened. "Woah! Hey! Who blabbed about me and Ears?" He popped some small explosions in his palm in response, his scowl deepening. "I'll kill the fucking bastard!"

"Oh, hush. Nobody told, but everybody knew. You two weren't exactly discrete, sneaking off in the middle of the day. Or one of you going up in the wrong elevator." She narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk on her face. "And did you forget who had the room next to her last year? Kyoka seemed to really enjoy it when you spent the night." Her hand went to her forehead as she moaned in a high-pitched tone. "Oh, Blasty!"

Bakugo took a step back, a pained expression on his face. He had to admit that was a pretty damned good impression of Jiro. His body seemed to agree as well, as his cock throbbed at the memory of having her under him.

Uraraka had one thing right: it had been a while for him too. He and Jiro had gotten together during the cultural festival in their second year thanks to the reunion of the Class A band. They'd had a passionate but short fling. After only four months, they decided that while they made beautiful music together, their personalities clashed too much.

That was a year ago, and he'd been celibate ever since. His hand did the trick in a pinch, but it just wasn't the same as a warm body underneath his. Her offer was very tempting. "Just sex. No dates. We're just blowing off steam."

Uraraka nodded slowly, waiting for him to come around.

He stepped closer to her, invading her space, forcing her to look up at him again. "We still have to work together, be professional. If it starts getting in the way of that, we stop immediately."

Uraraka nodded again, biting her lower lip in excitement. It was happening! She wasn't expecting him to fuck her right here and now, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She could feel heat pooling low in her belly and rubbed her thighs together.

"No lovey-dovey shit either. Neither of us wants a relationship." His hand reached out and grabbed her hip. Still chaste, but it gave Uraraka a heady feeling.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she swallowed against her suddenly dry mouth. "Agreed."

"And I don't want you to be comparing me to Deku."

Uraraka's eyes snapped open and she stared coldly at him. "Then fuck me better than he ever did."

Oh, it was on now. In a swift motion, Bakugo grabbed her face and gave her a sizzling kiss. His tongue probed at her lips, and she eagerly granted access. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.

In turn, Bakugo wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands landing on her ass. He lifted her up so they could continue to kiss without needing to crane his neck. She expressed her enthusiasm by wrapping her legs around his waist, eager for more friction.

Bakugo broke the kiss first, breathing hard, as a rational thought burned its way through the fog of lust in his brain. He put Uraraka down and marched over to the entrance of the room, locked the door, and then turned back to her, his eyes full of want.

Uraraka removed her bra excitedly, exposing her full, perky breasts to the air. Bakugo nearly tripped over his own feet as he moved closer, so entranced by the view. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up. A smirk crossed her face as he stared openly at them. "I guess you're not used to big ones, eh, Katsuki ?"

Bakugo was tongue-tied. Even Jiro had never called him Katsuki, choosing to use nicknames like "Blasty" or "Dynamite" instead. Uraraka was the first person other than his family to use it, and it sent an unexpected thrill up his spine. He shook his head to clear the fogginess of his mind. "Oh, are we using given names now, Ochako ?" He made quick work of removing his shirt.

Uraraka's smirk widened as his well-defined chest came into view. He was scarred all over from the various battles they'd been in since coming to U.A. Uraraka wanted to run her tongue along each and every one. "I figure if you're going to be inside of me, you deserve that small level of intimacy when we're alone." She pushed her thumbs inside her waistband and started to pull her pants and panties down her legs.

Bakugo stared openly, gawking, as Uraraka kicked her pants to the side, and stood naked in front of him. He wiped his nose, and his hand came away bloody. This was really happening.

"I… uh… I think there's a vending machine in the men's room that sells condoms," he said, stalling a little, desperately trying to regain his composure. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her here, naked, for someone else to come in and find her.

"Don't worry about it," she replied, closing the distance between them. "Remember when Midnight took us girls away for a private class back in our first year? Well, it was a discussion about women's health. We all went on birth control." She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him again and pressed their naked chests together.

Bakugo's mind went blank as she sucked the life out of him through his lips. He idly thought that Jiro had never mentioned anything about birth control, and he'd always worn a condom. He quickly, if awkwardly, shucked his pants and underwear leaving him as naked as she.

Uraraka stood on her toes and gave him a deep kiss. This time, it was her own tongue that requested entry, which was enthusiastically granted.

Without breaking the kiss, Uraraka uncoiled one of her arms from around his neck and reached down to grab him by the cock. He was already half-erect, and she smiled into the kiss as she stroked him, making him grow harder. She pulled back from him but maintained her grip. "You've got a nice cock here, Katsuki," she purred. "No wonder Kyoka was screaming all the time."

Bakugo grunted as she picked up the pace of her strokes. "Bet it's bigger than any you've had," he said between groans.

Uraraka giggled. "What happened to not comparing you to Deku?" She let go of his hard dick and got down on her knees. A long, languid, lick from the root to tip had Bakugo going cross-eyed. When she bobbed her head, pulling the entire shaft past her lips, he almost fell to the ground as his knees went weak.

Uraraka sucked on his dick as if it was dispensing chocolate. She hollowed her cheeks and looked up at him. He nearly came right then as they made eye contact. A groan of protest left him when she released him with a pop.

"Now, now, we can't have you going off too quickly," she chastised, stroking him firmly. "Mama needs some loving too."

Uraraka put her hand against her chest, activating her quirk, and floated up until their height difference was eliminated, face to face. Bakugo grabbed her before she could float away too far, and looked at her, confused.

"I don't need you to get me going, I've been worked up for a while now," she said, wrapping her legs around him. "I need you to fuck me against that wall over there. Hard. The floating is so your arms don't get tired holding me up."

Bakugo gaped at her, then smiled wickedly. There was that straightforwardness again, but the sexual aggression was a side of her he'd never seen before. Hopefully, he'd get to see a lot more of it.

He marched quickly over to the wall she'd pointed at, while she held her body against him. The drool from her pussy was soaking his dick, making it hard to concentrate. The wall she picked had padding mounted to it, and he pushed her into it. He attacked her neck with his mouth, sucking and licking the skin, pulling mewls and moans from her, as his hand reached down to adjust his cock against her entrance. Once he was lined up properly, he pushed in and immediately sank to the hilt.

'Mmmmffff!" Uraraka groaned, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. They were still at work, after all. Bakugo had taken her instruction to heart, and attacked her with his cock, thrusting fast and deep on every stroke. The ache that had been building inside of her was replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, and she moved against him encouragingly. "More! Harder!" she commanded.

Bakugo growled at her, and ground against her with fervor. He moved his head to the other side of her neck and attacked it like an animal. She granted him access, tilting her head away. He left teeth and kiss marks all over her neck and shoulders, marking her up. Hopefully, she had some concealer in her purse.

He hated to admit it, but lack of practice meant his stamina wasn't what it once was, and he was quickly getting close to finishing. He put his hands under Uraraka's thighs, and lifted her ankles up over his shoulders, folding her in half. His hand attacked her clit, as he pushed in deeper than he had been before. "How's that, Ochako?" he asked between her moans. "Are you feeling satisfied?"

Uraraka lost control over her voice, and let out a long, keening, wail as his cock reached depths yet unplumbed, making Bakugo smile as he got his answer. She reached over with her mouth, and grabbed onto his neck, partially to muffle her cries of pleasure, and partially to enact a little revenge for the marks she had all over her body. Feeling the wave crash, she clutched tightly to him as she rode it for all it was worth.=

Bakugo lost control when her pussy squeezed on him tightly. He slammed home, groaning, pulsing as he filled her. That felt very different than doing it with a condom. He wondered if it felt as good for her. He squeezed one more pulse out, causing Uraraka to squeak at the sensation. It made him chuckle.

They remained still against the wall, gasping for air for what felt like an eternity as they came down from their highs. Finally, Bakugo stepped back, falling out of her, a stream of his cum flowing out and splattering thickly on the floor.

Uraraka dropped her legs, and released herself, dropping the last few centimeters to the floor. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs still weak. "Thanks." She looked tired, satisfied. "I needed that."

Bakugo chuckled. Something Uraraka was unsure she'd ever seen before. "Yeah, me too," he admitted. After a moment, his smile faded, and he looked away, suddenly embarrassed. "So now what?"

Uraraka stood on shaky legs. "Now I need a shower." She walked over to him and patted him on the cheek. "You should get one too."

Slowly, she bent over to pick up her clothing, staying in that position longer than necessary to give him a good show. Bakugo felt his dick stirring at the sight, but didn't think he'd be able to capitalize so quickly.

She stood, and padded towards the women's locker room, but paused halfway there. "Katsuki,'' she called over her shoulder, "Why don't you come up to my room after dinner, and we can maybe have some dessert together?"

Bakugo smiled. "Yeah. I'll bring ice cream."

Uraraka turned and stuck her tongue out at him jokingly. "I prefer cake!" With a wave, she left.

Bakugo chuckled at the double entendre and bent to pick up his clothes. He used his shirt to wipe up the mess they'd left - it needed to be laundered anyway - and went to the men's locker room to take his own shower.

Notes:

I think "like a coked up jazz drummer" is my favorite simile I've ever used.

I had a ton of fun writing this fic, all 7 chapters. Let me know what your favorite parts are in the comments!

Chapter 2: Good Vibrations

Summary:

"Ochako, are you all right?" Midoriya's voice floated to him from down the sidewalk making Bakugo look up. He and Uraraka had stopped walking, her shoulders looked tense and she was shivering, as if a chill breeze was blowing only on her.

"I'm fine, Deku," Uraraka assured her friend. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, back at Bakugo. "Just a little shiver." She threw a wink at him. Midoriya didn't seem to notice.

Bakugo nearly fell over in shock. Was this a remote for a vibrator? He smiled wickedly at her, which she returned before continuing to walk away. Oh, today was going to be fun.

Notes:

Day 3 prompt: Overstimulation

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugo yawned and adjusted his backpack as he made his way to the school building first thing in the morning. The arrangement with Uraraka had been going on for a week now, and he'd been staying up late with her every night. Last night, she had invited him up to her room and they binged watched an anime. Normally that was an activity he would have refused to do, but Uraraka had proposed they were naked the whole time and it led to sex between episodes.

Of course, this meant that he was awake much later than he was used to every night this week, and it was starting to catch up to him. He hadn't complained, but it meant his ass was dragging this morning. Thankfully he had a short day at school, and only had paperwork to finish at the agency today. He wouldn't need to use much brainpower for the day, and he could go to bed early.

Unless of course, Uraraka invited him over again. Or maybe he could invite her to his room instead.

He was so entranced by the thought of Uraraka in his bed, that he didn't notice when she came up behind him.

"Hey, Bakugo!" she called out, making him jump.

"Fuck! What the hell, O… Round Face!" He put his hand on his chest, as if trying to slow his heart rate. He'd nearly slipped up and called her Ochako, but noticed at the last second that she'd called him "Bakugo" and that Midoriya was standing next to her.

Uraraka hid a giggle behind her hand. "We've been calling your name for a while now! Did you not sleep well last night?"

Bakugo swore her smile turned into a smirk at that last remark. He glanced over at his rival, but Midoriya didn't seem to grasp that there was more to the comment.

"Tch. What do you nerds want?" Bakugo crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to spar today," said Midoriya. "I've been having some trouble with Blackwhip, and I wanted to get your input."

Bakugo's eyes widened. "Trouble with Blackwhip" was their code phrase for One for All manifesting a new quirk.

"Fine," he said curtly. "I have some time at 14:00. Meet me at Gym Epsilon."

Midoriya smiled. "Thanks, Kacchan!"

Uraraka smiled at the boys. "Look at you two playing nice! It's great to see!" She stepped into Bakugo's space and patted him on the cheek. It made him step back with a scowl.

Uraraka laughed. "There's that gremlin face!"

She turned back to Midoriya, and they continued their walk to class. They both waved goodbye over their shoulders.

Bakugo stared at their backs as they walked down the path. He was a little miffed about the cheek pat, but he hadn't blown up at her because he'd noticed she used the opportunity to slip something in his jacket pocket with her other hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long pink device with a dial at the top. Curious, he turned the dial one tick, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Ochako, are you all right?" Midoriya's voice floated to him from down the sidewalk making Bakugo look up. He and Uraraka had stopped walking, her shoulders looked tense and she was shivering, as if a chill breeze was blowing only on her.

"I'm fine, Deku," Uraraka assured her friend. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, back at Bakugo. "Just a little shiver." She threw a wink at him. Midoriya didn't seem to notice.

Bakugo nearly fell over in shock. Was this a remote for a vibrator? He smiled wickedly at her, which she returned before continuing to walk away. Oh, today was going to be fun.

Bakugo listened to Ectoplasm drone on and on about Taylor series in their morning math class. Normally he'd be taking diligent notes, but today he was completely distracted by the little device he held in his lap underneath his desk.

He sat in the back of the room this year, and Ectoplasm was the kind of teacher who would call on people who were struggling in his class more than those who didn't, so he wasn't overly concerned about being caught not paying attention.

Bakugo glanced across the room at Uraraka. She was sitting a few rows to his right, her chin in her palm as she took notes. He had left her on the lowest setting since the beginning of class, and while she was hiding it well, he could tell that the vibrations were getting to her. Her cheeks were pinker than usual, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Bakugo figured that a half hour at this setting was enough to get her warmed up, and turned the dial up three more ticks.

Uraraka's head whipped around to look at him as the vibrations intensified. Bakugo was impressed that she didn't make a sound. She tilted her head, a saucy smirk on her face that he was sure was mirrored his own. Licking her lips, she took a deep, shuddering breath, before turning back to the front of the class.

Bakugo put a hand in his pocket to adjust himself. He had no idea this was going to turn him on so much. He let the vibrator go for a while at the current intensity level before backing off to the lowest setting again. As he snuck a peek over at Uraraka, he saw her breath a sigh of relief. That just made him ramp it up again, making her gasp.

He continued to play with her, running the dial up and down the range in random patterns. Bakugo was impressed that she never moaned, never made much noise at all. Midoriya was sitting right in front of her and he didn't even glance at her.

Uraraka bit the inside of her cheek as a new change in intensity sent a wave of pleasure through her body. The vibrator on her clit had already made her cum multiple times, and she was close to doing so again. She was about to look back over at Bakugo when she heard the worst possible thing come out of Ectoplasm's mouth. "Uraraka. Why don't you come up to the board, and demonstrate how to solve this series?"

Fuck.

Uraraka stood on shaky legs and somehow made it to the board without falling to her knees. Thankfully, it seemed that Bakugo wasn't a complete sadist, as he turned the vibrator down to its lowest setting. Turning it off would have been better, but beggars can't be choosers.

She approached the blackboard, and picked up a piece of chalk, pleased that she made it to the front of the room without falling. As she stared up at the problem that was written for her to solve, she grumbled; the teacher had written the problem all the way at the top of the blackboard, an obvious indication that it would take many steps to solve, and he was giving her enough room to write it all out. Sighing, she activated her quirk on herself, floated up a couple of feet, and began to write.

Bakugo watched, bemused, as she struggled through the steps to solve the series. He twiddled with the remote under his desk, spinning it in his palm. Should he? Oh, what the hell! Why not? He turned the dial up one tick.

Uraraka didn't show a visible reaction. She kept on writing, a look of determined concentration on her face.

He turned the dial up one more tick.

There was still no reaction from the floating girl. He was impressed.

Bakugo put his other hand under the desk and cranked the dial all the way to high.

It made Uraraka's arm twitch, screeching a line of chalk across the board.

Bakugo had to smother a laugh behind his hand as he struggled not to laugh. He wasn't the only one in the class hiding their giggles, but he was the only one who knew why she had acted that way.

Uraraka held her breath, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her thighs together as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body. It wasn't multiple orgasms, rather a big one that just kept building the longer it went on. She managed to get a hold of herself enough to erase the line she'd drawn. Bakugo decided to take mercy on her, shutting off the vibrator completely, allowing her to catch her breath, and finish solving the problem.

Finally done, she released herself, floating down to the floor. She looked up at her teacher for confirmation of the answer.

"Good work.'' Ectoplasm nodded at her. Then, he added, "I hope you feel better soon. "

Uraraka looked at him, puzzled. "I feel fine, sensei."

Ectoplasm gestured at her. "You're rather flushed in the face, and your breathing is labored. Do you wish to go see the nurse?"

Bakugo fell out of his chair.

The bell rang for lunch, and the class packed their bags as they were dismissed. Bakugo had left the remote in the off position for the rest of the morning, giving Uraraka a break. He thought about turning it on again in the afternoon, but since they had hero classes, she probably wouldn't wear it under her skin-tight hero costume and get caught.

He gave a side-glance over at Uraraka's seat, but she had already left. He shrugged, figuring he'd text her later, and walked out of the classroom. However, as he was leaving, he overheard Iida talking to Midoriya.

"Will Uraraka be joining us for lunch?" asked Iida. "I had wanted to pick her brain about that series she solved for the class, to see if I could get some insights from her. I must confess this subject is confounding me a little."

Midoriya shook his head. "No, she said she wasn't feeling very well, and went back to the dorms to lie down before Midnight's class this afternoon."

Bakugo winced. Did he go too far? She didn't tell him what not to do, so he figured it was all fair game. They'd had a good thing going, and he hoped he hadn't screwed it up.

He sauntered down the hall, trying to decide if he should text her now, or if he should wait until after class. He didn't want to seem desperate after—

His train of thought was derailed as a door on his left opened unexpectedly, and a hand came out, dragging him inside by the jacket. The door slammed behind him, bathing him and his captor in darkness.

"Hey! What the f—" His exclamation was cut short as a hand was put over his mouth.

"Shut up! Or someone will hear!" whispered the voice from the darkness.

Uraraka? He squinted in the darkness.

"I've got a bone to pick with you, Katsuki, " she hissed at him, softly, almost deadly. Bakugo had no idea how people could underestimate her as much as they did. She could be downright dangerous when she wanted to be.

"You couldn't at least let me do the math problem on the board without messing with that remote?"

Bakugo shrugged. He intended to respond but her hand against his mouth stopped him.

"I had an orgasm in front of the whole class including the teacher!" She released his mouth, and, to his surprise, she pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing his lips desperately. Bakugo returned the kiss, pushing her up against the far wall of the closet. Finally, she backed off of the kiss. "It was the best orgasm I've ever had. I need you to fuck me. Now."

Bakugo's eyes were finally starting to adjust to the dark. He could now see the intense fire burning in her eyes. He smiled wickedly. "Sure thing, Ochako."

Ochako exited the closet with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. An observant person would note that she wasn't wearing the tights she had on this morning, and there was shimmering wetness running down her legs. She made her way to the ladies' room down the hall to clean up, before running back to the dorms to get a new pair of panties.

It was minutes later before Bakugo emerged from the closet, his eyes were glassy and his shirt was buttoned wrong and untucked. He was carrying his jacket, and his fingers were clutched around a small, pink, bullet-shaped device.

He staggered down the hall towards the men's room, a huge, dazed smile across his face. At least he now knew she wasn't mad.

Notes:

The "anime and sex" date is something that my wife and I used to do a lot while we were dating.

Things are heating up! You never can tell what people are like in the bedroom, can you?

Let me know what you think in the comments!

Chapter 3: Superfriends with Benefits

Summary:

It was a slow night. Nobody had cried for help, robbed a convenience store nor had a new villain had appeared. Hell, there wasn't even a purse snatcher to grab.

However, there was one thing that kept happening: Uraraka kept bending over to help people pick up random objects. A woman who dropped some change out of her purse. A man who dropped a game cartridge when reaching for something else in his pocket. A child who would have lost his scoop of ice cream had Uraraka not caught it for him before it hit the ground.

This meant she was bending over in front of him all night long, in her skin-tight hero costume. He was losing his mind.

Notes:

Day 4 prompt: Semi-Public Sex

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugo was having a hard time concentrating on his patrol, and it was completely his partner's fault. They'd done two laps of their patrol route already, and still had another three hours to go.

It was a slow night. Nobody had cried for help, robbed a convenience store nor had a new villain had appeared. Hell, there wasn't even a purse snatcher to grab.

However, there was one thing that kept happening: Uraraka kept bending over to help people pick up random objects. A woman who dropped some change out of her purse. A man who dropped a game cartridge when reaching for something else in his pocket. A child who would have lost his scoop of ice cream had Uraraka not caught it for him before it hit the ground.

This meant she was bending over in front of him all night long, in her skin-tight hero costume. He was losing his mind.

Of course, he'd noticed her bodysuit was tight before, but it had never bothered him until tonight. Now, he couldn't think of anything else. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the lines of the pattern drawing his eyes down her center to her utility belt. The way it moved with her as she moved. Her boots had heels to cushion her fall if she dropped from any height, but Bakugo just noticed that it made her legs and ass look terrific . They had other classmates whose costumes showed more skin, but Bakugo was sure Uraraka's costume was the sexiest.

They paused for a moment at a water fountain, and Uraraka bent to take a drink. It took all of his will to keep himself from staring at her tight ass or her strong thighs. The last thing he needed was for someone on the street to take a picture of him salivating at her, only for it to show up in all of the tabloids.

He swore she was doing it on purpose to rile him up. If there was one thing he'd learned about Uraraka in the month that they started their business arrangement, it was that she was kinky. Vibrators in class. Doing it in the shower at work. Even fucking in his parents' bed while he was house-sitting for a weekend. He loved how she was pretty much insatiable. He didn't know how he went without for so long.

"Oh! Let me help you with that!" said Uraraka suddenly as she bent over to pick up the purse of an older lady who'd dropped it.

"Why, thank you, young lady."

Bakugo's will cracked. He couldn't help but stare as her round ass was pointed at him once again. She spent way too much time in that position, and he thought she might have given it a little shake too.

"It's no trouble at all!" Uraraka replied as she stood a moment later. "All in a day's work! Right, Ground Zero?" She smiled at him. Bakugo gulped; he was getting really good at reading her face and that was her "I'm going to make you scream my name when we're alone" smirk. His control snapped.

"Yeah, sure, whatever Uravity. We gotta go now." Bakugo grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her down the street.

"Woah!" cried Uraraka. "Hey! Wait! Ground Zero! Where are we going?"

"There's an emergency over here. Gotta move fast!"

Bakugo led her to a side street, and then down a narrow alley. He finally stopped once they were out of sight of anyone walking down the street, and pressed her hand to his chest.

"Make me float," he commanded.

Uraraka looked at him, head tilted. "Why?"

"Tch!" He rolled his eyes at her. "Because we're going up to the roof!"

Uraraka still looked confused, but she activated her quirk on him, touching her own chest to follow him up.

Eight stories straight up, and they landed gently on the roof. There was the back of a large, rectangular sign mounted to the roof, along with an access door from the building, but otherwise, the flat space was barren. Uraraka looked around curiously for whatever the emergency was, but saw nobody.

"Seriously, Ground Zero, what's the emergency? Are we meeting someone up here?" She looked around, trying to see if there was anyone close by.

"I certainly hope not, Ochako," came his gruff reply.

Uraraka inhaled sharply when she realized that he hadn't used her hero name. She heard two thunks behind her- Bakugo had dropped his gauntlets. He grabbed her from behind, and furiously attacked her neck with nips and kisses. His hands were all over her, pawing at her breasts, tugging on her belt while his hips ground into her ass. The feel of his erection through his baggy pants made her let out a moan full of surprise and lust.

"Katsuki," she breathed. "We're... ah! We're on the clock!" Despite her protests, she didn't pull away.

Bakugo managed to unclip her utility belt, and it fell to the roof. "Didn't stop you from teasing me for the last hour," he muttered, before switching sides on her neck.

Uraraka bent her head to the side, allowing him better access. "Yeah, but… mmm… I was hoping for shower sex after we got off work, not... gasp… not this!"

"Say the word, and I'll stop right now."

Uraraka hesitated. It was really hard to concentrate when his mouth was on her and his hands were roaming her body. She turned in his grasp, threw off her helmet, and snaked her arms around his torso. "Fine, but you better be quick. Last thing I want is to get fired for skipping out on patrol." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, hard and wet.

Bakugo's hands reached down and grabbed two handfuls of the ass that had been taunting him all night. His fingers squeezed, leaving divots in the flesh, drawing a moan from Uraraka's throat.

They broke apart, breathing heavily, their eyes wide with lust. Bakugo was patting his hands all along her back, as if searching for something. "What is it?" Uraraka asked.

"I'm looking for the zipper," he replied.

"Oh, it's in the front." Uraraka pulled back a seam at her throat that was well hidden and revealed the zipper underneath. He noticed that when it was in place, you'd never know it was there.

Bakugo marveled at the work for a second. "Damn, they didn't give me anything cool like this on my costume," he mumbled, referring to the fact that their costumes were made by the same designer.

Uraraka giggled, before she grabbed the tab on her zipper, and pulled it down...

… and down…

… and down.

Down over her breasts. Down past her navel, revealing her piercing. Down past her pubic bone. Down between her legs. The long zipper was intriguing, but the fact that Uraraka wasn't wearing anything under her costume at all was what drew his attention.

Uraraka gave him a soft pat on the cheek. "Earth to Katsuki. We need to hurry, remember?"

Bakugo shook his head to clear the stupor. He threw his gloves down and fought with the belt on his pants.

Uraraka giggled and made her way over to the short wall on the periphery of the roof. Putting her hands on the top of the wall, she stuck her ass out, her drooling pussy exposed through the open zipper.

She gave him a teasing, playful smile.

Bakugo raced over to her. Quickly, he managed to get his belt off and his pants down, his cock immediately in his hand. He ran the head over her pussy a few times, coating it in her lubrication before he pushed in.

Uraraka winced a bit at first entry, his dick was mostly dry as it caught on her outer lips. A few strokes later though, everything was nice and slick, and her wince turned into a smile. She groaned low in her throat, trying to keep from opening her mouth too much and attract attention from someone below. She made a mental note that her boots gave her enough height so that Bakugo's cock was easily able to slide in, hitting so many delicious spots inside her.

Bakugo was in heaven. "Fuck, Ochako. You're really tight tonight. Does it turn you on to do it outside? With people right below us?"

A ripple of pleasure shot up her spine at his words. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing the smallest moan to escape. "Katsuki! Don't say things like that!"

Bakugo let out his own groan of pleasure. "Well, I think it's fucking hot." He moved his hands from her hips, up her body, through the zipper, and onto her breasts. "I had no idea you didn't wear underwear with your costume." His fingers played with her nipples.

Uraraka gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in pleasure as he expertly worked her body. "There's enough support up top that I don't need a bra," she barely managed in between heavy breaths. "And the zipper goes that far down so that I can use the bathroom without undressing all the way. Panties would get in the way of that." She looked over her shoulder, straight in his eyes. "You're the only guy who has seen exactly how low it goes."

"Fuck!" She knew eye contact drove him crazy. He slapped her ass as he stroked, pulling a gasp and a moan from her.

Uraraka smiled wickedly at him. "Come on, Katsuki, cum for me. Pour it in me." She pushed against him, squeezing her internal muscles, milking him for all his worth.

Bakugo couldn't hold it any longer. He slammed home, filling her with his cum. Without a second thought, he reached down between her legs, and rubbed her clit quickly, trying to help her get to her own orgasm.

It worked. Uraraka's head dipped until her forehead touched the concrete of the wall she was leaning on, and her whole body shivered in pleasure as she felt his dick pulse within her.

Finally, he withdrew, a string of their mixed cum connecting them for a brief second before he stepped back. "Hang on a sec," Bakugo breathed. "I have some wipes in my pocket.''

Uraraka didn't move, trying to keep from getting any cum on her costume; with the way it flowed out of her, she was worried. After a moment, Bakugo finally found the wipes and cleaned her up, before wiping himself down and pulling his pants up.

Uraraka stood, reached between her legs, and pulled the zipper all the way back up to her neck. She sighed contentedly and moved in for one last kiss. Cuddles would have to wait for after their shift was over.

"So does my ass really look that good in my hero costume?" she teased.

"Tch." Bakugo tried to be nonchalant, but he had the wide grin of a man who just got laid on his face. "Your ass would look great in a burlap sack."

"D'aww! You do like me!" Uraraka laughed, eyes crinkling. She looked at the watch in one of her wrist pieces. "Ok, looks like it's only been twenty minutes. I think we're good, but we'd better get back on patrol before someone notices."

Bakugo nodded, going to grab his gloves and gauntlets from the roof where he'd dropped them. As he moved to pick them up, he saw Uraraka bending over to grab her helmet from the corner of his eye.

Fuck. Still two and a half hours to the end of their shift.