Uraraka squeezed Bakugou's hand and asked, "I can...say Deku's name instead of yours...right?"
His eyes fell at her timid question to which he quietly answered, "Yeah."
"Then…" Uraraka's right leg shifted upwards, letting her shorts it dragged fall from the couch as she, a little forcibly, pulled Bakugou to her. "Finish your lesson..." Her eyes glistened. "Deku."
A sickening feeling settled in Bakugou's stomach at being called the name he ironically had bestowed on Midoriya to ridicule him when they were children. Back then, he strongly and arrogantly believed Midoriya had no talent for anything, that he'd never amount to anything. 'Deku.' Now, that name was a permanent reminder of the curly-haired boy's former ineptitude as well as his threat of being Bakugo's greatest rival. He cursed Uraraka for giving that nickname a whole new meaning and wished she'd use at least Midoriya's actual name for tonight. But the discomfort Bakugo felt at being called the chosen nickname was minuscule compared to the one growing in his shorts. "Now you're catching on." Revealing a devilish smirk, he pushed the shadows of his doubts aside and yanked her entire sweatshirt over her arms and head.
"Hey, wait a- Ah!" Uraraka yelped in surprise as Bakugou then pulled her to her knees and cannily dominated her breasts, sparing neither their turn at being nipped and sucked to satisfaction. "Ahh…" she sighed dreamily and let her weight fall forward with his, their positions now switched as she straddled him against the back pillows. His tongue ran its lap under the breast it occupied, helping scoop the generous flesh to his mouth. Face flushed with avidity, she circled her arms around his neck and offered him a heftier portion of her teat with a slow push of her torso. He readily accepted with another hard suck, groaning when her fingers shot up to his hair and began massaging his scalp. "Nnn…" Her voice was thin and soft. "Ahh...s-slow down, Baku-"
"You're not supposed to call me that, remember?" Bakugou bit down gently on her nipple and pinched the other with his thumb and index finger.
"Kyaaah!" Uraraka squealed both out of pain and delight.
"Not while we're doing this." Bakugou continued to suckle on her breast as his hands grazed down her smooth back, following its curvy path down to her ass. He frowned at the lacey underwear that covered what he expected to be more soft and bouncy flesh, but he was no barbarian. He looked up at Uraraka and whispered, "There's no going back once I do what I'm about to do."
That was Bakugou language for, 'Are you sure you want to keep going?' Uraraka surmised without a struggle. Her hands were shaking but so was the rest of her body. 'Deku.' Only her morals could stop her now but she would push them aside in her deal with the Devil tonight. Besides, he'd given her permission to call him that other name if it helped ease her guilt. Having taken their deed as far as they already did, she'd have no qualms taking him up on that offer now. "I know," she smiled.
Bakugou smirked at her approval and ripped her underwear down, not caring where it fell to as he threw it aside and then zealously filled his hands with her second set of bountiful mounds. They were much bigger in the lower area, obviously, and felt just as good to squeeze and press like the upper pair. What made these just a tad bit better though was his ability to-
Slap!
"Gah!" Uraraka cried at the sudden assault of his palm on her buttocks, "What was that for?!"
"What's wrong?" Bakugou chuckled at her, "Not a fan?" He gave her reddened bum a playful pat, openly admiring how it jiggled and clenched under his hand.
Uraraka blushed. It was her first time seeing Bakugou actually...smile. And it wasn't in a sadistic or malevolent way either. He actually looked like he was having a good time...with her.
Bakugou noticed her lingering stare and immediately scowled. "Hey, you."
"Huh?" Uraraka blinked.
"You'd better not be catching any weird feelings for me," Bakugou cautioned her, "Girls always overthink about this stuff so if that's the case-"
"Pffft!" Uraraka snorted, catching Bakugou off guard, "Me? Catch feelings for you? Geez, your ego is as big as your head!"
Bakugou let out a relieved sigh. "So you're not, right?"
Uraraka shook her head. "I'm not that clueless. I know what kind of deal we have here and we both already agreed to the terms." She placed her hands on his shoulders and beamed, "You're Deku and you're going to teach me new experiences tonight."
"Damn straight." Bakugou pulled her down for a passionate kiss. He enjoyed how she entered his mouth first this time, commanding his tongue to join hers for another hot and sloppy dance. As a reward, he brazenly ran a hand from her butt to her stomach, up her rib and stopped atop of the breast he had not yet given a second treatment to. He felt her buck to his hold and lowered his head then.
Uraraka rolled her chest and shoulders, smiling as more of her breast disappeared into Bakugou's mouth. "More…" came her reticent whimper.
Bakugou resisted the urge to give her bum another appreciative slap, given her disgruntled response earlier, and instead continued to massage it. Though, to his glee, her body was already growing accustomed to his touch and also getting rather...impatient. 'Well this is some interesting role reversal,' he jeered inwardly as she pressed herself into him and rolled her hips. He looked up at her and, pleasantly, felt his breath leave him.
The laptop screen's ultramarine glow sat on Uraraka's curves just right, offering a risqué and photo-perfect view of her well-toned body. Her lips glistened dimly as she pulled on them with her teeth and the amorous sighs she emitted only complemented her darkened cheeks. He thanked the gods that her eyes were closed. It spared him the worry that she might see the contented warmth in his eyes that he just knew would be too obvious right now. He couldn't help it. This side to her just looked so candid...alluring...sexy…
Beautiful.
"Damn." He chuckled to himself. Just earlier, he had told this girl how she wasn't his type at all, which, a certain amount of that was true. And now? Now his hands were stubborn to leave her. He finally managed to pry them from her waist enough to reach up to her face and gently pull her closer to his gaze. Her hardened nipples grazed just above his, burning and swelling him with every poke and rub on his skin. She was hungry. He could feel it in the strength of her luscious thighs that grappled his waist. Luckily, he knew just how to satiate her.
"Deku…" Uraraka breathed heavily on his lips.
Bakugou froze for a second, frowned again, but continued to let both his hands wander down from her sides to the lower curves of her ass. He followed its path with his fingers, smirking when he finally happened upon a warm and moist area. She'd dripped down to her inner thigh even, surprising him to just how heated she really was. He let her breathe her impatience into his ear and in exchange, she let him nuzzle her neck and trace its surface with quick and light kisses.
"Let me feel..." Uraraka continued to moan and shifted her hips in an unconscious search for him. "I...I want you..." She kept her eyes shut tight in fear that seeing any face other than the person's name she was calling would break her. She knew she stood at the edge of the cliff now and the path behind her had crumbled away. There was no turning back.
Or rather, she didn't want to turn back.
'Please!' she begged the spectral image of Midoriya then audibly cried, "Take me, Deku!"
As soon as she made her plea, something penetrated her from down south, pulling a scream from her throat as it shoved its way in. "Ahhh! I-it feels good...Deku…"
Behind closed eyes, Midoriya sat under her, thrusting into her with a serene smile while she thrashed and writhed violently with want. His hand squeezed her thigh and she leaned back just as his mouth found her breast and sucked heatedly on it. "Deku!" His teeth enclosed on the bud. "Deku!" Ecstasy burned her insides, arching her back even further until she felt its flames engulf all of her. She leaned her weight on him and tangled her fingers in his hair, his lips tearing from her body in the process. Her naked breasts fell and bounced against his chest but she didn't care how 'shameless' it was anymore. She savored the contact.
"You're tight," he hissed as she happily took the rest of him in. For this, he left an approving kiss on her neck.
Uraraka felt his pace quicken. "De-Deku…" she stammered, burying her nails into his shoulder, "Wait…I-I feel like...I'm going to…" Pee? Her fingers left his shoulder to grab the couch for balance and she blushed furiously, unable to utter the word. Was that even the right one to describe what she was feeling? "Deku...I can't..." She felt something tear inside of her and winced. 'What was that?' She pulled on his hair. "Wait, Deku!" But he only thrust faster, building the pressure in her loins and sending waves of fire and electricity through her body. "N-no!" she sobbed, "If...if you keep going, I...ahh...hah...I, ah-"
"Just give into it, Uraraka," a throaty whisper blew in her ear.
It sounded deeper than Midoriya's voice, a predatory bloodlust in its raspy tone.
Uraraka quietly gasped. 'That's not-' There wasn't enough time to finish her thought as the built-up pressure suddenly rose and inflated, followed shortly by a breathtaking release of euphoric ignition in her belly. She frantically pulled away, searching her mind for a million things to do with the sensations she was feeling— scorched, dazed, heart racing in her chest, arousal peaking in her core where he continued to push and push, faster and faster— she arched her back the furthest she could manage. "Hyaaaaah!" came her screams of pain and rapture. "Deku! Ahh! Oh, my g- Deku!" Tears streamed down her eyes as he cradled her. She was scared, unsure of what was happening to her body as she continued to twitch in his arms. Yet at the same time, she felt...so good.
At that moment, in a bright flash of white light, her vision of Midoriya was replaced by a labored and unclothed Bakugou, his hands clamped tight on both sides of her hips as to keep her from falling. He looked hungrily up at her, smirked, then pulled her down. Another explosion struck her core and she instinctively bit down on his shoulder, earning a pained grunt from him. Oh, how this person's name begged to jump from her tongue but she had to remember her promise. "...D-Deku…" she sighed instead. The last surge of electricity ripped through her skin, tore at her nerves, and numbed her limbs before she gave a final groan and fell to a panting heap on top of the person that wasn't Midoriya.
"Shit."
Uraraka opened her eyes at last, her vision clearing away the faint phantom of benevolent emerald orbs to find draconian scarlet ones glowering back at her. They didn't appear to be upset, strangely enough. In fact, their owner was smirking with what she could only discern to be smug satisfaction, his ash-blonde bangs doing very little to hide such a cocky expression.
"Didn't mean to ruin your fantasy ride at the last second there, round-face," he sneered, quite unapologetic of how proud he looked, "But you need to get a literal grip on reality before you send us flying over the stratosphere."
"What are you...whoa-ho-whoa!" Uraraka screamed for the umpteenth time that night but for good reason this time. They were hovering over the common room's center area, Bakugou keeping them in place with one hand and the other under her- "Kyaaaah! I can't believe this! I'm so-"
"Just skip the damn apologies and put us down!" Bakugou grumbled, "I'm starting to get sore from holding out for so long." He glanced down at himself. 'And I mean that in more ways than one.'
"R-right!" Uraraka pressed her fingertips together and released her quirk, promptly dropping themselves and the couch back in place with a resounding thud! A moan escaped her lips when Bakugou's fingers slipped into her upon impact and it was then that she realized that he was still probing inside of her. "U-um…do you mind…"
Bakugou raised his brow, feigning astonishment for a split second before pulling his digits out of her. "Had fun?" he sneered and held up his hand, "You've left one hell of a mess for me to clean up, y'know. You're lucky my shorts are black."
Uraraka's hands flew over her mouth as she gasped, "What...what happened?! What did I-" Strange. She could see what transpired because of her laptop screen's low lighting but definitely didn't remember being on her period. In fact, she just finished her last cycle about a week prior.
"Relax, loser," Bakugou snubbed, "This shit happens." Seeing the mortified look on Uraraka's face, he held up his stained fingers and rubbed her fluids together, emitting a lewd, squishy sound that made the gravity manipulator cringe. "But now you're stuck with the hilarious fact that you lost your virginity to my fingers. Bet you're feeling damn proud of yourself now, aren't ya?"
Uraraka shoved his hand away, her cheeks glowing redder than ripe tomatoes. "That...that wasn't your...thing in…i-in...?!" she fumed.
"Ah?" Bakugou smirked. "My 'thing'? Ditch the elementary terms and call it what it is— my penis. Or if you insist on being more 'age-appropriate' about it, my dick."
Uraraka's eyes flitted left and right, up and down. She didn't want to admit it, but she was inexplicably furious. She felt cheated. Humiliated. "All that time I thought we were…" she mumbled, "That Deku was…"
"Don't you want to save your actual first time for that nerd?" Bakugou countered. His eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. Funny. It looked like she was actually just taking what he said into consideration. This girl couldn't be that oblivious about herself, could she? Masking disconcertion with his normal grimace, he turned away from her. "Idiot. Don't take too long answering an easy question or else you'll look like a dumbass."
Uraraka fell silent, her body growing more numb and cold as Bakugou left her side. He ventured to the kitchen area and she listened as the faucet twisted and released the sound of running water then turned off after about a minute or two. He returned shortly with what looked like a wet paper towel in his now-clean hand and, to her stupor, bent down to eye level with her feminine area. "What are you doing?!"
"Again with the screaming." Bakugou curled his lips in annoyance and carefully straightened the bumbling brunette against the back pillows, making sure to keep her butt from planting fully on the cushion. "For your information, I'm cleaning you up before the blood dries up. You can do a more thorough job of it later when you take a bath but it'll be hard for you to move around looking like a murdered mess." He noticed her knees inching closer together and rolled his eyes. "You're gonna have to open your legs a little wider, round-face. Your knees aren't the ones that need cleaning."
"I-I can do that myself-" Uraraka began to protest.
"Open…your damn...legs," Bakugou growled.
Uraraka swallowed and reluctantly complied. It was such a strange scenario— a guy demanding she open her legs for him...so he could clean her. What the heck? She watched as he began work along her thighs first. 'Only Bakugou.' "Do-don't do...anything weird…"
"What's 'weirder' than what we already did?"
"...Touché."
"Hmph."
A few minutes of silence passed with Bakugou knelt between Uraraka's legs, cleaning away at whatever bloody stain he could find. Some had indeed dripped onto her knees, the inner area at least. By the time he finished cleaning her bottom, his paper towel was already soaked to a murky red. "I'll be back so hold that position," he instructed as he went to fetch another wet paper towel.
"Hmm…" Uraraka mumbled, "This is still weird."
"Just suck it up," Bakugou bantered only to blush at the slight regret of his choice of words. He cleared his throat. "I'm doing this for your sake."
'But why though?' Uraraka wanted to ask but decided against it when he returned and knelt down to clean more of her. The warm paper towel was wiping her delicate area now, stirring a familiar tingle in the farther depths of that region.
"Wider."
"...Mm."
Bakugou swallowed thickly as Uraraka obeyed a little more easily this time, spreading her legs and granting him visual access to the source of her warmth. 'Easy, Katsuki,' he calmed his racing heart, 'You just need to clean her up and you two can go along your merry way. Everything will be back to normal by tomorrow.' He started slow strokes on her, staining the pure white paper towel in his hand with her blood. She twitched visibly under his touch which, in turn, made his shorts feel tighter than they already were.
"Are you...done?" Uraraka almost struggled to ask.
Bakugou looked up at her, studying the growing blush on her face. "No," he grunted, "I just started." Feeling more daring, he slowly pushed her legs further apart with his own hands and was happy to find that she offered no resistance this time.
Uraraka mustered the nerve to look up at him and questioned, "He-hey, why...why'd you stop?"
'Fuck,' Bakugou cursed himself as he wiped the remaining blood, 'What have I gotten myself into?' He slid the paper towel down and could have sworn he heard her moan a bit. 'One-time thing,' he reminded himself, 'It was just a one-time thing between you and her! Don't you dare forget whose name she was screaming when you were just finger-fucking her!' His hand stopped at her entrance. 'Huh?' The heat in his abdomen dissipated. Why did that sort of thing suddenly matter now? He was the one who advised her to call Midoriya's name throughout the whole simulation. He'd admit, each time the guy's name came up was like a jab to his pride, hence, he couldn't bring himself to take her the whole way through. But when she looked so longingly up at him like this, her body sprawled in raw, lustful helplessness, his mind just couldn't help but turn...muddy.
"Ahh, so you guys are up, too?" Kirishima's voice drifted down the hallway outside the common room, instantly freezing Bakugou and Uraraka.
"There's no way we'll finish our report if we don't get up at this ungodly hour," Mina's voice echoed next.
"I fell asleep without knowing so this is punishment, I guess-ribbit," Asui croaked back.
'SHIIIIIIIT!'
Bakugou And Uraraka immediately hopped off of the couch and rummaged the floor for their discarded clothes. Luckily for Bakugou, he only had to throw on his shirt and make sure it wasn't inside-out. As for Uraraka…
"Where are my panties?!" she cried.
"How the hell should I know?!" Bakugou whisper-roared, "They're your panties!"
Uraraka stomped an angry foot on the ground. "You're the one who pulled them off me and threw it to who-knows-where!"
"Argh, forget about them for now! Just…" Bakugou shoved her breasts back in her bra and threw her pink sweatshirt and black cotton shorts at her in succession. "Hurry and look somewhat normal!"
"Bu-but my-"
"Just do it!"
Uraraka quickly slid her legs into her shorts and slipped into her sweatshirt, making sure to flatten her hair in the process. Thank goodness Bakugou had the decency to keep her clothes outside-in like a 'gentleman,' making her wonder just about how much experience he really had doing these sorts of things with other girls. 'Well that was an annoying thought,' she found as a sour feeling crept into her stomach. She was on her way to turn on the lights when the doorknob began to turn. 'Crap!'
"Turn it on!" Bakugou rushed her.
Uraraka dove for the switch, successfully flipping the lights on just as Kirishima, Mina, and Asui walked inside, startled by the brunette's sudden presence. "Hi, guys!" she greeted meekly.
"Ochako?" Mina and Asui tilted their heads.
"Uraraka?" Kirishima took it a step further and whipped his head to the center area where her rear was pointed. "Bakugou?!"
Now everyone's stares were on the blonde who stood suspiciously behind the common room couch, bent awkwardly over for whatever reason. He scowled back at them and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Asui studied the vicinity and suddenly asked, "Why were you two sitting in here with the lights off-ribbit?"
'SHIIIIIIIT!'
Bakugou and Uraraka did their best to keep their faces straight and unnerved. In a normal situation, Asui's keen perception would be seen as an admirable trait but in this case, they wished she would just keep her mouth closed.
"We, uh, we were just…" Uraraka started.
"You look really flushed, too, Ochako," Mina mumbled and placed a hand on her friend's forehead, "Are you catching a cold?"
"We were…" Bakugou interrupted, commanding the attention of everyone present. He glared first at Uraraka then at Kirishima and just strictly at Kirishima. "We were watching comedy videos."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
All four stared back at him, disbelief marred on their faces. 'Seriously?' Uraraka fumed from inside, 'That's the best you've got? Comedy videos?!'
"And we just finished so Uraraka was about to turn the lights back on when you dorks walked in," Bakugou scoffed and moved to the table to retrieve his laptop and reading glasses.
"Comedy videos, eh?" Mina purred, "Does the great Bakugou Katsuki really have time to do that kind of stuff when there's an analysis report due in three hours? I'm so jealous."
"..." Bakugou and Uraraka looked up at the wall clock— 5:05 A.M.
'SHIIIIIIIT!'
"Mind your own business, ink face!" Bakugou snarled and stomped hurriedly towards the door where the others stood, "I do what I want!"
"M-me, too!" Uraraka piped up and ran back to get her laptop as well, "Time to get my ess- I mean, sleep! Time to get some, err, sleep! Yeah."
Kirishima scratched his head, blushing at the sight of Uraraka mindlessly keeping her buttocks up in the air while gathering her items from the center table, a clear contour of her cheeks pressed to her shorts.
Bakugou caught this and yanked the redhead's collar his way instead. "Where do you think you're looking, eh, Kirishima?"
'Crap,' Kirishima flustered, 'He knows I took his coffee! He's gonna kill me for sure!' "Err...erm...s-say!" he half-heartedly laughed, "Guess what I just got last night? An email from Midoriya!"
While Mina and Asui cheered, Bakugou and Uraraka fell silent, both with grave looks on their faces.
"Look! See?" The oblivious Kirishima proceeded to pull out his phone and opened the message screen. "He's coming back to U.A.! He said he wasn't sure when just yet, but thinks it's soon." He turned to Uraraka. "He tried reaching you first, Uraraka, but you weren't answering his calls so he messaged me, Todoroki, and Iida instead."
"I hope it's right at the end of the semester!" Mina jumped with him, "It'd be perfect because then we can all go to Karaoke to celebrate his comeback! You'd better come, too, Bakugou!"
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Don't count on it."
"Aren't you excited, Uraraka?" Kirishima smiled, "We haven't seen the guy for almost half a school year so I bet you miss him a lot."
Uraraka stood up straight and hugged her laptop. "I…"
Kirishima frowned, concerned by her gloomy reaction. "Uraraka?"
Uraraka turned to face her friends, a bright smile plastered on her face as she chirped, "Of course I miss him! Why wouldn't I? In fact…" She glanced at Bakugou who glared back at her. "I think I might have missed him a little too much."
He kept quiet, rolling his gaze to the side and shifting his shoulder between them as he crossed his arms.
"Oh! She went red again," Asui pointed.
"Eh?" Uraraka hiccupped.
"Awww…" Mina clasped her hands together and blushed. "Someone still has a little crush! Geez, you've gotta do something about that already. It's been three years!"
"Eh?!" Uraraka squeaked louder and hid behind her laptop. "I-it's not like that! I just meant-"
Blah.
Blah.
...And blah.
Bakugou promptly exited the common room, unable to tolerate any more of their senseless conversation. He heard them calling him back but he'd be damned if he actually returned to...that. "Damn."
It was a one-time thing. That was it. That was all.
He marched up to the second floor, entered his room, and slammed the door shut. "Damn it!" It took all of his strength not to slam his laptop on his desk, his hands shaking with frustration at having received the news— Midoriya was coming back.
"I think I might have missed him a little too much."
Shit. Maybe he should have gone the whole way with Uraraka because now it suddenly felt like unfinished business.
'What do you mean?' his conscience berated, 'She 'finished up' just like you intended. Besides, even if it's you, you wouldn't do that to Uraraka. Or to Deku.'
What was his mind referring to? Bakugou could only scoff at it, his own moral standings. If the two did indeed have feelings for each other, they should be the ones to consummate on that commitment. As bizarre as it sounded, it sat better with Bakugou knowing he didn't deprive either of them that chance just because of quick and blind lust. He liked to believe he was still a respectable guy after all.
"He's coming back to U.A.!"
'We finished what we started,' he assured his ego as he sat down at his desk and opened his laptop. 'She got what she wanted from me.' He opened a private window and entered an all too familiar URL.