Notes: I debated on posting this chapter on here or not, but in the end... Whatever. This is very NSFW. This chapter made me LDKJFLSDKFJKLDFSJ like 1000x while writing it because I decided to just go all out. I didn't hold back or anything. This is som right here. I can't believe I ship TodoBaku. I thought it was just in terms of Todokacchako, but here I am, fuming over it. My subconscious got me good. Still, there are lots of hella Todochako feels (uh a lot) and Kacchako ones as well. Enjoy this shit show!
Bakugou was all over her, giving her no time to process the fact that he'd somehow managed to convince her to do this and she wasn't even drunk. She had only had one cup. No matter how much alcohol Kaminari had snuck in the punch, there was no way she was drunk off that. So why was she doing this? Why was she letting Bakugou roughly kiss her in the middle of Todoroki's dorm?
This was wrong. This was bad. This was shameful. They should definitely not be doing this. Todoroki was a great friend and nothing more. Just because Bakugou was jealous over absolutely nothing did not mean she should indulge him in his revenge fantasies to soothe his ego. He didn't have anything to prove to her. She was with him, wasn't she? And it wasn't like he could parade around the fact that he'd screwed Uraraka in his rival's dorm.
A bastard he might be, Bakugou was still respectful of her in his own way. He wouldn't talk about their private life like that. She wasn't even certain if he'd told Kirishima that they'd slept together, although it was hard to imagine that he didn't know. It was kind of obvious. However, having sex in Todoroki's room did more than toe the line. Everyone was on the first floor, so no one should find out, but she would know. When everyone turned in for the night and Todoroki came back to his dorm to sleep, she'd know what she did in his room.
On his floor? On his bed? Oh, hell, Bakugou was really riled up. What had gotten into him?
Uraraka hesitated, dropping a hand on his head as he jerked her pants down to her ankles. "Bakugou, this feels…"
"What?" Bakugou asked in that rough, raspy voice he knew she liked. It wasn't fair. He kissed her thighs, one of his favorite parts of her body, first on the outside and then moving towards the middle closer to her core. "What does it feel like?" Before she could answer, he was right at the apex of her thighs and she let out a breathy gasp. Shit, that felt good. He nuzzled it with his nose, the heat of his breath and the hint of pressure making her wet. It wasn't fair at all. "Tell me what it feels like."
"Ha," Uraraka managed to gasp, which was neither a response or a laugh. She didn't know what it was. Her breathing hastened and her heart stuttered in her chest as he tugged her underwear down, exposing her to the air. It was cold in Todoroki's room, maybe to balance out his quirk or something. She shivered, partly from the exposure and also because Bakugou was back at her center.
Instead of licking her like she'd thought he was going to do, he stood up so that he was practically towering over her and then slid a finger inside of her. She immediately gasped and tensed up around him, her hips squirming as he began to hastily pump his finger in and out of her. He wasn't gentle by any means, but luckily she was wet enough for it not to hurt. As he continued to essentially finger fuck her, he pushed her back until bumped into the closet door and he pulled his wet finger out to carefully work at her clit the way she liked.
"Oh, Bakugou, oh-" She should really stop him, but she could feel herself building up already as her kegel muscles tightened and then released. Maybe it was the whole situation that was getting to her. It was scandalous. Doing this in someone else's room, especially one she'd been in only an hour ago with Todoroki, was going right to her head.
"What does it feel like?" Bakugou questioned again.
"Feels" - wrong, bad, scandalous, humiliating - "good. You feel good."
"You think I should fuck you?" Bakugou asked. She nodded her head. He tsked. "Maybe I shouldn't even let you cum at all. After all, you were just in here with Todoroki, weren't you?"
Uraraka pouted at him, her hips still jerking against his finger of their own accord. "It wasn't like-" But then he added a second finger and she cut herself off with a strangled cry.
He squeezed her breast through the costume jacket. There were two layers of clothing between them, but it was a hard enough grab to let her know how much he wanted her. He always commented on her ass, but she thought he preferred her breasts in the moment. He was relentless in his ministrations, his fingers pumping in and out of her while he sucked on her neck hard enough to mark her. Of course he had to let everyone (read: Todoroki) know she belonged to him. Normally she stopped him, but right now she didn't care.
Closing her eyes, Uraraka let herself get taken in by the moment. The press of his body against hers pinning her to the door, the sounds his fingers made going in and out of her, the feeling of him filling her, his hot breath panting against her neck and then claiming her lips in a series of searing and demanding kisses. It was Bakugou doing all of this as if to remind her that she was his.
And yet…
With her eyes closed and her body so distracted and them being in Todoroki's room, Uraraka couldn't help but think about when she'd been in here earlier. She knew how much Todoroki valued his space, so she had really appreciated it when he'd sat down with her on the floor to help her with the make up for her costume. He hadn't had to do that, but he'd done it anyway. She thought of the way he'd traced the paint on her face. He'd used his right hand. Even without his quirk activated, she had felt like it was colder. It hadn't been unpleasant though. Just thinking about it made her want to blush and she was in the middle of getting fingered by her not-boyfriend.
Naturally, her mind leaped to the next stage of wondering what it would feel like to get touched by Todoroki. Would the feeling change depending on which hand he used? It was utterly ridiculous and she felt stupid for thinking it, but then she thought of his steadfast nature and the intensity that burned through him. She could almost picture that it was him touching her right now, slipping his fingers in and out of her and gripping her bare hip with the other. She wasn't sure what he'd be like in bed, but she kept picturing him being in control, making sure that she was taken care of until she was melting in his arms. She bet he was so attentive.
Maybe that was selfish. No, it certainly was since Bakugou was the one with her right now.
"Are you imagining that it's Todoroki touching you?" Bakugou demanded suddenly, as if reading her mind.
Uraraka immediately tensed and exclaimed, "No!" but her voice wavered far too much for her liking.
It must have set a warning bell off in Bakugou's head because he stilled his movements with his fingers still inside of her, making her squirm. "No?" He dragged his fingers out slowly and then pushed them back in all the way to his knuckles. "You're not imagining Icy Hot fucking you all warm and gentle in this room? Picturing him in some sensual vanilla ass sex whispering sweet nothings in your ear?"
"Stop being such an ass!" Uraraka snapped, putting her hands on his chest and shoving him away. The action forced his finger to slide out of her, nearly making her shudder.
The truth was she needed him out of her. She did not want him to feel how wet and hot his growls were making her. It was insanely messed up. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Sure, she was in Todoroki's room, but she was with Bakugou and she should've been thinking about him from the way he was touching her. Why was he so mad and determined to bring up someone else?
There was a stormy expression on Bakugou's face that made her feel both wary and excited. Oh, that did not bode well for her at all. Well, it did - and then it didn't. Her legs already felt like jello the thought over what he was thinking and what he might do. She watched the way he licked his lips, forcing her to focus all her attention on him. When he stepped forward again, she stepped back, bumping into the dresser.
"You're being awfully rude," Bakugou told her in a low, rumbling voie, "thinking about another guy when I'm right here with you."
"I wasn't," Uraraka insisted weakly.
"Maybe I ought to punish you, hm?" Bakugou continued, his pupils blown wide with desire as he advanced on her again.
Uraraka stared at him. "Punish me?" She didn't even know what that could entail. He'd already mentioned something about not letting her get off, which would be torture in itself. A part of her was already so far gone that she was willing to rut herself against him to get off. The build up was there. He couldn't just not touch her, right? What if he just left and made her beg for him to come back and finish her off? It'd be so humiliating. He did like it when she wanted him that badly though.
When Bakugou darted forward, it was so fast she didn't have time to respond. He snatched her by the wrist and jerked her against him, nearly making her trip over her pants and underwear around her ankles. He pressed his lips against hers in a fiercely possessive kiss. Before she could wrap her arms around him, he pulled away from her and spun her around so that her backside was to him. She yelped as he shoved her down, catching herself on her forearms on Todoroki's mattress. He grabbed her by the hips again, pulling her exposed against him. She could feel how hard he was even in his pants as he rubbed himself against her.
"Don't make a sound," Bakugou ordered.
It was a hell of a thing to tell her to do when he knew how loud she was. He never seemed to mind that she babbled during sex, especially when she got off, if only because he said the filthiest things in response. In a strange way, sex with Bakugou was like a competition, although she wasn't sure who he was competing against. It wasn't with her, seeing as how he was determined to always get her off before he came, but it felt like he was trying to be better than someone, especially when he fucked her.
Not that she was complaining. Oh no, even now she wouldn't complain, just bite her lip and nod her head. This was supposed to be quick so they could get back to the party. When Bakugou was in this mood, he wanted it fast and rough. She didn't mind that at all.
Staying in the awkward position, Uraraka tried not to imagine that she could smell Todoroki on his carefully made bed, but it definitely reminded her of him. There was something so crisp about them, something so clean. This was where he slept - where, if he did stuff like that, touched himself. No, no, she couldn't think about that. She would have to remind Bakugou not to make a mess on them or they'd really be in trouble. She didn't fancy doing laundry during the party to hide their discretions.
Unable to look back at him with the side of her face pressed against the bed, all Uraraka could do was listen to him as he undid his belt and shoved down his pants. She heard in growl in irritation, probably struggling with the very tight pants he was wearing, and bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. If she did that, there was no telling what he would do in response. Probably blow up Todoroki's bed in retaliation or something. She was going to be sore from this no matter how much she enjoyed it. They didn't need to tack on damages too.
A tiny yelp slipped from her when she smacked her on the ass hard enough to leave a red mark. She twisted her head to give him a petulant pout, which made him smirk and soothingly rub his palm over her stinging skin. It was much more pleasurable when she felt him rub his dick against her. She let out a tiny whimper when she felt him line himself up with her entrance, his tip pressing into her just a little.
"Remember what I said about making a noise," Bakugou damn near threatened. She almost shivered again.
Even with the warning though, when he pushed himself fully inside of her, it took everything in her not to yelp again and even more inner strength not to moan or scream as he began to aggressively pump in and out of her. He had gone rough and fast before, but never like this. She knew for a fact that she was going to have bruises on her hips from the way he was gripping her. Not that she was upset about any of this. It was hard for her to think straight as he drilled into her.
"Touch yourself," Bakugou groaned. Normally he liked to be the one to get her off, but he was a little busy shoving himself in her to the point where she kept scooting further on the bed and messing it up. She was really going to have to do something to apologize to Todoroki, even if he never found out about this.
Uraraka did as she was told, pulling one arm off the bed so she could slide her hand underneath her. It put a lot of pressure on her right arm and face. She was trying to keep the left side off the bed so no face paint would get on the sheets, which meant the fake scar was the only part of her face that Bakugou could see. As she began to touch herself, she couldn't help but think of what this must look like from his perspective. After all, she was still wearing that two-toned color wig too.
"You like that?" Bakugou demanded, giving her no time to respond. The slapping of skin on skin was absolutely obscene, not to mention the tiny moans that she couldn't help. "Fuck yeah, look at you. This is what you want, isn't it? Me dominating you, making you beg for more. I'm always gonna top you. Fuck. I wanna hear you beg."
Hadn't he told her not to talk? Her voice stuttered out, "Harder-" as she felt herself getting closer. It was hard to keep a rhythm with him pummeling her, but she was getting there.
Bakugou moaned. "I'll give you harder. You won't be able to walk after this. You're fucking mine."
He smacked her ass again and she bit down hard enough on her lip to draw blood, remembering at the last second to lick it from the corner so it wouldn't stain the sheets. It hurt, but nothing mattered when she was right there. She was close enough to have a small orgasm. She knew the second she came it would be like flipping a switch on Bakugou. He always lost it a little when she got off with him inside of her, like he had to fuck it out of her until she wanted to scream. He rarely ever gave her time to relax when he was like this.
And then someone cleared their throat from the doorway and everything came to a horrifying screeching halt.
Bakugou was still inside of her when he stopped moving and side of her face was still pressed against the bed, but she was able to twist enough to see what was going on. She was too humiliated to do anything else. It didn't matter who had caught them in the act. There was literally not a more compromising position than this one. Her worst fears were confirmed when she spotted a familiar figure in the doorway. The light behind him made it impossible make out his face, but his silhouette was undeniable.
Plus, they were fucking in his dorm, after all.
"What the fuck are you looking at, Half and Half?" Bakugou demanded, as if Todoroki had somehow encroached on their private area. How he managed to sound like they weren't in Todoroki's dorm was beyond her, but he acted and sounded like Todoroki was in the fault entirely for walking in on them. They were in his dorm! When Uraraka tried to pull away from him - to get him out of her, oh my god - he gripped onto her hips and held her firmly in place so that he was still inside her, like he was making sure the other boy knew who she belonged to.
Todoroki raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes.
Uraraka contemplated floating herself to the moon.
"Apparently," Todoroki finally said in a decisive and not angry tone, "I'm looking at you having what appears to be very aggressive sex with Uraraka while she's in costume to look like me."
She wanted to die. She would rather a villain broke onto the U.A. campus right now and just ended her, maybe sucked her into a black hole. Hell, the League of Villains could take another potshot. That would be less painful than this right now. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished for a painless death.
Even Bakugou began to sputter as he tried to come up with anything that might explain this. He dug his fingers into her hips, hard enough to bruise her, although she thought it was just him panicking and getting worked up in the wrong way. "That's not- That's not what it is at all!"
"Really?" Todoroki mused ildly. "Truth be told, it didn't even look like you were doing that good of a job."
Bakugou's eyes damn near bugged out of his head. "Fucking what ?"
Todoroki shrugged his shoulders. "You're clearly doing this for your own pleasure with little consideration to Uraraka at the moment. I don't know for what reason. To get back at me?" He shook his head. "You should be more focused on her. She looked like she was just trying to get off to end it as quickly as possible."
For a moment, all Bakugou could do was stare at the other boy before finally pulling out of Uraraka. She dropped down and fell on the bed with an embarrassing thump. Where were his pillows? She wanted to crawl under his blankets and sheets and stuff pillows over her head until this confrontation was over or she was smothered to death. My god, she was never going to be able to look at Todoroki again. Every time she saw him, she would only be able to think about how he'd seen Bakugou fucking her senselessly on his bed with her ass in the air and wearing a mock version of his hero costume.
There was no recovery from this.
"Are you…? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Bakugou managed. Was he even bothering to cover himself up? He had pulled his hard dick out of her and was just standing there. She didn't just want to die; she was going to die from humiliation.
"I'm not," Todoroki replied flatly.
Uraraka sank on the bed, curling in on herself to cover her more intimate parts, and hid her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry, Todoroki. He just got really mad about everything and I let him- I shouldn't have-"
"It's fine," Todoroki said, his tone much gentler. "I'm not mad at you. This is clearly one of Bakugou's half-brained ideas." He let out a sigh. "I thought we were over this. Are you that insecure that you have to take it out on her?"
"I wasn't taking anything out on her," Bakugou shot back. "She was enjoying herself."
Todoroki gave him an unimpressed look. "Was she?"
She was - she swore she was, seeing as how she had been wet - but… She couldn't deny that he was starting to get a little too rough. Not that she didn't enjoy it rough every once in a while, but she hadn't wanted to be too sore to go back to the party after this and, from the way he'd been going at it, she'd felt like they were heading in that direction. To be honest, Bakugou was actually a pretty considerate lover, although he hid it behind snarks and his walled-up behavior, but there would be no cuddling or recovery time after something like this.
"What? You think you can do better?" Bakugou growled.
Uraraka squeaked. What was he saying?
Todoroki pocketed his hands and casually responded, "Didn't we prove that during the last Sports Festival?"
Oh no. That was the wrong thing to say. Their last Sports Festival was a huge point of contention between the two of them despite being months ago. Uraraka buried her face in the mattress. She didn't need to look at Bakugou to feel how furious he was. It was a good thing he had let go of her already. She could feel the rage radiating from him like a roaring fire, the energy so overwhelming she was surprised Todoroki didn't choke on it.
However, when she tilted her head to peer at him, he continued to wear an impassive expression, looking totally unaffected by the seething rage monster Bakugou had become.
"If you think you're so much better," Bakugou snarled, "then why don't you put your money where your mouth is, you fancy ass rich punk?"
"What?" Uraraka almost shrieked, her heartbeat reaching levels where it might actually explode.
Todoroki rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to take advantage of Uraraka because you tell me to."
Bakugou snorted. "Pretty sure she'd be into it."
" What ?" Uraraka repeated, her pitch even higher. "That's- I mean- I'm not- I didn't think about- Well, okay, a little, but I shouldn't have- I'm sorry-"
She couldn't get a full sentence out. The moment Bakugou had hinted at what she thought he did, her mind had flown right out the window. Somehow, she'd activated her quirk on all her rational thoughts and they'd floated off to space without her. She was not going to lay here and think about what it would be like to be with Todoroki, not with her not-boyfriend standing in between them with his dick out.
(Except she had most definitely been thinking about it. She'd been thinking about it all day, maybe longer. Yup, she was going to get in serious trouble for this. Either this was a nightmare or a dream come true, she wasn't sure. The only thing she could be positive about was that she'd never blushed so much in her entire life.)
"Would you pull your pants up?" Uraraka managed to hiss.
Bakugou looked down, as if suddenly aware that he was exposed, and huffed as he pulled his boxers and pants up. It was even more of a tight fight with his hard on. How could he still have one after this? (How could she still be so wet when she accidentally connected eyes with Todoroki, who was looking at her with a vague sense of curiosity. Was it that or distaste?)
Uraraka went still as Todoroki stepped further into the room. He brushed past Bakugou, who scoffed but didn't move, and bent down next to her on the mattress. When he held out a hand to her, she twitched, almost flinching away from him, but he didn't pull away. He wasn't angry with her. There wasn't anything even close to anger on his face as he looked her in the eyes. Biting her lip, still feeling like her stomach was doing somersaults, she took his hand and let him help her back to her feet.
Even though she pulled up her underwear and pants, Uraraka felt entirely exposed as Todoroki continued to look at her with that unreadable gaze. What was he thinking? Probably that he'd have to clean his sheets now or maybe just burn them altogether.
"Uraraka?"
She blinked, suddenly realizing she was staring at him. Yup, this was bad. Why did Bakugou have to put all those images in her head about Todoroki? Hadn't he been trying to make her not even think about him anymore? Instead he'd made them worse, especially by dragging her in here. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts, but then found herself looking nervously from Bakugou to Todoroki again. There was something on his face now that caught her off guard.
It was nervousness.
Uraraka sucked in a gasp of air when Todoroki reached out and pulled the wig off her head and dropped it on the ground at their feet. Her hair was being held up by a clip and a handful of bobby pins, all of which he carefully took out until her hair dropped down to its usual bob. After that, he used the white sleeve of his medical coat (weren't they supposed to be at a costume party?) and wiped the makeup off her face, clearing her of most of it.
Todoroki smiled faintly. "That's better."
"Ha," Uraraka managed to weakly laugh. It didn't even feel real. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, I much prefer it when you look like you," Todoroki told her. His eyes flickered back to Bakugou, who was watching them interact with a hard, stony expression. "Unlike some people."
Bakugou sneered and uttered a single, "Tch," but he didn't shoot off a snappy comeback either.
The nervous look still in his eyes, Todoroki cleared his throat. "I could, you know." Uraraka gave him a questioning look. Her brain wasn't in the place to properly function right now and decipher is cryptic statements. His voice somehow remained very steady when he continued, "Do better than Bakugou, I mean," while she thought she might actually pass out. Wasn't that just what she'd been thinking about when it had been only the two of them in here finishing her costume?
"Y-yeah?" Uraraka could barely breathe, much less talk right now.
"If you want," Todoroki said hesitantly.
When Uraraka's eyes flickered to Bakugou, he folded his arms across his chest and scoffed, "I don't believe it."
Did he…? Did he actually want her to do this? Did he want Todoroki to do it? Because, if she was being one hundred percent honest with herself, it sounded like he was trying to egg Todoroki on. It straight up sounded like he was trying to push Todoroki and Uraraka together. For what reason? So Uraraka could decide he was better than Todoroki at something and make his ego feel better? Was his rivalry that bad that she'd managed to get caught in the middle of this hot mess?
(The errant thought that he'd wanted her to keep the Shouto costume on and brought her to his bedroom crossed her mind, but no, that was crazy. She didn't… They were practically enemies. Bakugou almost foamed at the mouth when he and Todoroki got into it. They were rivals, right?)
Todoroki eyed Bakugou carefully, measuring him up like he was trying to decide what to do with him, before he turned back to Uraraka. She met his mismatched eyes again. That was one part of the costume she hadn't bothered with. She liked his eyes though. He sometimes had a habit of holding his head to the side when he was thinking so that his hair covered his left eye, but she wasn't sure he knew he did it. He was doing it now, his head tilted, and she couldn't stop herself from lifting a hand to brush the red part of his hair out of his face, like she was in some sort of trance. Before she could pull her hand away, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stilling her, his touch warm.
Did he actually want to do this? She couldn't imagine him being interested in her in that way. He'd never given any inclination before toward it, had he? Maybe she'd missed the signs. He was pretty subtle. Even now, with him right in front of her and the fact that he'd seen her ass and Bakugou screwing her, it was hard for her to tell anything. Beyond the bit of nerves, she couldn't pick out anything else.
If he didn't though, then why had he said anything about being better than Bakugou? He wouldn't push himself onto her in an attempt to prove Bakugou wrong and it wasn't like Bakugou was offering her up. If she didn't want to do anything, she knew both of them would back off. They could all pass this off as a misunderstanding. At the end of the day, this was her choice.
Bakugou was just...giving her an opening to get with Todoroki?
Maybe something a lot stronger than alcohol had been in that punch.
Uraraka's mouth was dry, but she licked her lips and asked, "How would you make it better?"
Bakugou stiffened, but again, he didn't say anything. He was a jealous person by nature (as was she, so she couldn't exactly complain), so the fact that he remained silent spoke volumes to her. He wasn't protesting. He wasn't getting angry. He was just...watching and waiting to see what would happen. Almost curious even if he was glaring.
Her head was starting to spin and Todoroki hadn't even done anything yet.
Oh god, was he actually going to do something? Now her costume really felt hot and tight.
"Like I said, he was much more focused on getting himself off," Todoroki said, his voice not so even as before. She could detect a small shake in it if she paid close attention - and she couldn't look away from him. "A bit selfish, don't you think? I'd much rather focus on you."
Uraraka found herself nodding her head, but let out a tiny whimper when Todoroki tugged on her hand and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist. It was such an innocent gesture - so polite and soft - but there was something incredibly intimate about it coming from Todoroki. Okay, so yes, she'd imagined what he would be like as a lover - hadn't nearly everyone in both Class A and B done that? - but to actually feel it - to have him touch her with his lips - was enough to make her tremble.
Was this really happening? Was she letting this happen? Did she want this to happen?
(Yes. Was that even a question?)
With his free hand, Todoroki cupped her face and leaned forward, but right before his lips touched hers, he came to a halt, infuriatingly close. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"Don't-don't stop," Uraraka whimpered.
Todoroki moved forward again and this time he didn't stop. The first thing that popped into Uraraka's mind was how soft his lips were. He was gentle at first, hesitant, probably because this was actually happening and it was throwing him for a loop too. It was sweet, especially compared to the way Bakugou had been kissing her moments ago - or, well, fucking her. She could feel the adoration that made her heart swell and warmth blossom inside her as he slid his fingers through her hair so his palm was on the back of her head and let go of her wrist so he could put a hand on her hip where Bakugou had bruised her a little.
And then he switched it up on her.
Seeing as how she wasn't sure how much experience he had in this (it wasn't like she asked her guy friends about their sex lives), Uraraka hadn't been sure if he was more of a soft and slow gentle type or take charge. It honestly seemed like he could be both. Bakugou could be gentle if he tried. With Todoroki, this was all new and she shivered when he let his hand roam as he kissed her more insistently. He explored her body, touching every inch of her. Even over the clothes, she felt her body respond in kind.
"He should've paid more attention to your body," Todoroki told her, his lips moving against hers as he spoke. She shivered when he slid one hand under her jacket so he could touch the bare skin of her stomach. Even with that access, he didn't seem satisfied, so he pulled his hand out and then unzipped her jacket to reveal the black bra she wore underneath. She felt like her breasts were about to heave out of it and he let out a shaky breath as he soaked in the sight, making her blush again. "Lie down."
Uraraka almost dropped on the bed. It was a simple statement, but he'd said it in such a low tone she was surprised her pants hadn't fallen on command.
Todoroki rid himself of the white jacket, tossing it to the side of the room. He could've hit Bakugou with it for all she knew and it wouldn't have mattered. There was such an intense look on his face now that her breasts were exposed, almost like he was hungry for more. It kind of reminded her of the face he made when he was in a fight. And if that didn't get her going, she didn't know what did. He was in charge. He could do anything he wanted. He'd win. Maybe this was a fight between him and Bakugou, but hell, she was not complaining.
As he tore his scrubs shirt off over his head, Uraraka wiggled out of the jacket. Before she could do the same with her bra, Todoroki was hovering over her, his knees on either side of her so his hips pinned down. She'd thought about being in this compromising position with him before, but she'd never thought it would actually happen, especially with Bakugou in the room watching. The fact that he was silently watching as Todoroki undid her bra and took one of her nipples between his lips while he played with the other made everything feel stronger.
She threw her head back to moan as his tongue worked its way around a nipple and he roughly palmed her other breast. "Mmph, that feels...so good…" She loved it when Bakugou played with her breasts, but he'd barely paid them any attention tonight. Normally he was all about them, but it was almost like he'd ignored them altogether.
Not Todoroki. No, he lavished them until her nipples were hard, even lightly using his quirk so goosebumps rippled across her skin. "You're so sensitive." Another shiver ran through her body at his words. She panted and couldn't stop herself from jerking her hips against his as heat pooled in her core. At this rate, he was going to get her off without even touching her. Just brushing up against him, feeling how hard he was in his loose scrubs pants, was almost enough to drive her crazy as it gave her a tiny bit of friction. She wanted more.
"Todoroki-" His name slipped out without her even thinking.
"What do you want me to do?" Todoroki asked her, gentle, soft, yet somehow demanding, like he was ordering her to tell him exactly what she wanted.
"Touch me," Uraraka told him.
When Todoroki smiled, she could feel it against her chest as he pressed his lips on her skin, working his way up to her neck. "I thought I was already." He nipped at her neck, making her angle her head to give him better access. What must Bakugou think of her right now, all so eager for another boy? Would he be mad at her? No, he had been the one to suggest this in the first please. She was appeasing him. Todoroki swiped a calloused thumb over her nipple, the chill making it harden and arousing her to an almost painful point. "Here?"
Uraraka furrowed her brow as he pulled his hand away. Was he teasing her? It was hard to tell with him. "You know-"
"Or here?" Todoroki interrupted, palming her mound through her pants with his left hand. Oh, his touch was warm. It almost made her dizzy. She moaned deeply and pressed herself further into his hand. When he slid his hand down the front of her pants and cupped her again, she almost shook. Even though her underwear was in the way, she was so sensitive and his hand so wonderfully warm that it didn't matter.
"You better thank me for getting her so worked up," Bakugou suddenly said. She'd worried that him talking would break the moment or kill the mood, but strangely it didn't. He sounded so aggressive and determined.
It did sound he was trying to get into it with Todoroki, but that didn't seem to bother him, only spur him forward as he began to rub her, one of his knuckles pressed perfectly against her clit. "You sure this isn't me? She's soaked. I'm surprised it's not staining her pants." It was almost like he was making an idle observation, but for some reason, it went right to her head. Or down south.
A part of her knew she would be humiliated about this later, but she shamelessly ground herself against his hand until she was right back to where she'd been. Except this time, instead of trying to get off quickly, she didn't want this to end. The build up was too nice. Bakugou liked to talk dirty, but Todoroki was definitely more of the quiet type. He let his actions speak for him. He picked up the pace, pressing down a little more on her, and she felt her orgasm spill over. Her back arched and her mind frazzled, she whimpered and moaned as he kept it up. It was a surprisingly powerful orgasm, having snuck up on her and completely short-circuiting her brain for a moment.
Coming down, Uraraka sucked in air as she tried to regain her senses. She thought he might be finished, but right as she lifted her head to gaze down at him, he grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them and her underwear back down again, leaving her completely exposed. She didn't even have time be embarrassed before his head was between her legs, licking up the juices that had escaped. She actually yelped when his tongue connected with her sensitive clit and within seconds of him sucking on her she was already having another orgasm.
"Oh my god, Todoroki!" Uraraka gasped, grabbing his hair and rutting against his face. She couldn't stop herself if she tried and she usually did try to stop moving her hips in this position. Admittedly, Bakugou didn't go down on her often, not because he didn't like it but because she was always wary about her hips, hair, and smell. He'd told her time and time again that none of that bothered him, but she still got in her own head.
Todoroki didn't seem to have any problems either. Even after getting her off once with his tongue, he didn't stop there, continuing to tease and torture her. She cried out when his tongue poked inside of her, his nose rubbing against her clit. Even his heavy breathing got to her, puffs of hot breath making her tingle. As she got closer to the edge once again, she spread her legs out wide, allowing him to get closer and slide one hand under to grab her ass and another around her thigh.
"Fuck, Ochako," Bakugou groaned from somewhere in the room. Her eyes flickered to him over Todoroki's head and widened when she saw him with his hand down his pants. He was actually touching himself while he watched Todoroki go down on her. The sight was enough to make her moan even more. "Look at you spread out like that. Fuck, I bet you're so tight and wet right now. You look so good. He better suck you until you're crying if he thinks he's going to do better than me. You hear that, Todoroki? I wanna hear her scream. Fuck her. Do it."
Oh god was he really dirty talking for Todoroki? At them? Even worse, why did it make her feel amazing?
Uraraka was heavily panting and struggling not to cry more when Todoroki slipped a finger in her and then another soon after that. He gave her a long lick and then looked up at her over her stomach, peering at her with a sharp gaze that told her just how much he wanted to do what Bakugou said. "Do you want me to?"
How was he expecting her to answer that question with his fingers pumping in and out of her? She moved her hips to help him speed it up, fucking herself on his fingers. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep from making an even louder noise over the slick sounds of his fingers moving inside of her.
"You have to answer me, Uraraka," Todoroki told her in an even tone that should not have made her moan but did. It wasn't exactly a command, but then it was at the same time. He continued to tease her with his fingers and didn't take his eyes off of her even as she came undone. How many times was he going to get her off without actually being inside of her? (Maybe Bakugou should take note.) "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop?"
"N-no!"
"Then what-?"
"Oh my god, Shouto, just fuck me, please!" Uraraka exploded as she ground herself against his fingers desperately and clung to his arm on her leg. She wanted him closer. She wanted him inside her of her and she wanted to kiss him and touch him.
Todoroki actually chuckled a simple, "Okay," while Bakugou cackled, "So eager! You're up, Half and Half."
When he pulled his fingers out of her so he could stand up, Uraraka almost cried at the loss of contact. When he hesitated, she damn near snapped at him, but then he was blinking, as if coming out of a fog, and sheepishly admitted, "I, ah, don't have a condom…"
Uraraka bit her lip. "Oh."
"See?" Bakugou griped. "Fucking useless." He dug around in his jacket pocket and threw something at Todoroki, who caught it awkwardly against his bare chest. "You're lucky I was gearing for a round two."
"Ah." Todoroki held the condom packet in the air. "Right."
Bakugou snorted. "Get a fucking move on and show me how it's done."
Todoroki shot him a lazy glare, but then softened his gaze when he looked back down at her. She'd propped herself up with her elbows and had crossed her legs, partly out of modesty (which was ridiculous at this point) and so she could keep some friction against her clit. He didn't have to say anything for her to know what he was asking. Now that she was out of the heat of the moment, she might feel differently about doing this. She could still say no and he would respect her decision. As would Bakugou. She'd only ever had sex with him, so this would be very new.
She appreciated Todoroki's concern and, even though she knew she was crazy and she might be mortified with her behavior later, she smiled and nodded her head. She very much wanted this. She wanted him. What was the point in denying it when he obviously wanted her?
Uraraka bit her lip and watched with barely disguised lust as Todoroki pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing himself from the confines of his clothes. Not that she would ever admit it to Bakugou, but… Todoroki was bigger. She could never tell him that though or he'd absolutely lose his shit. He could see for himself right now. If it bothered him, he didn't let it on. Later on, if he thought about it, he'd probably get shitty over it. For now, he was far too focused on the way Todoroki rolled the condom on. Uraraka couldn't blame him.
Todoroki was mesmerizing like this.
Crawling over top of her again, Todoroki lined himself up to her entrance. He was actually shaking as he hovered over her, as if his nerves was getting the best of him now. She put her hands on his face and kissed him, sweetly again, and he stopped shaking. Truth be told, she understood how he felt. She was nervous too. She'd never been with anyone else but Bakugou and he was watching them very intently. She slipped a tongue past Todoroki's lips, tasting the punch from earlier. How much had he had after she left? Probably only that one cup.
"Hey," Uraraka whispered, pulling back to rest her forehead against his, "are you sure you want to do this?"
"I've been thinking about this for quite a while," Todoroki admitted. "It...frustrated me when you started seeing Bakugou, but then I never said anything." His eyes dropped down to her swollen lips and he reached up to brush a thumb along the edge. "I should have. I wanted to earlier, but- It would've been unfair to you."
Bakugou made a pleased, huffing sound. "Snooze you lose."
Uraraka rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face, and ignored him for once, keeping her eyes on Todoroki. "Well, I'm here now and I want this - as long as you do too."
"I want you," Todoroki replied in his most determined voice.
Oh, this could potentially bring up issues later that she was not going to think about right now. Hey, Bakugou was the one that had started all of this. He must have realized that Todoroki wanted her too. It hadn't been just one of his petty jealousy fits.
Kissing her passionately, Todoroki pushed himself inside of her. Despite his size, it was relatively easy because of how wet she was after getting off so much and him going down on her. Even though she'd been with Bakugou earlier and he'd not been gentle at all, Todoroki still managed to stretch her. He went slow, fully aware of how tight she was, groaning until he was completely sheathed inside of her. He dropped his face onto her shoulder, panting hotly against the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back.
"You feel…" Todoroki sounded like he was struggling to breathe. "You feel so amazing."
"Move," Uraraka replied desperately.
Todoroki kissed her neck. "Are you in charge now?"
Uraraka opened her mouth to answer, but didn't get the chance when Todoroki began to move, pulling almost all the way out of her and pushing back inside. His movements were slow and torturous at first, as if he was getting used to feel of her walls surrounding him, but once he felt more acquainted with her, he picked up the pace. He wasn't as hard and fast as Bakugou, but it was still fast enough to make her squeak as he bottomed out in her, even more so when he began to suck on one of her nipples again.
"Missionary?" Bakugou shot from behind them, now sitting in a chair with one foot propped on the desk. He had his dick out of his pants now and was shamelessly pumping a hand up and down his shaft. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you're gonna fuck her right and beat me."
Whether it was Bakugou's words spurring him on or his own desire, Todoroki did pick up the pace. What really surprised her was when he slid a hand behind her back and flipped them over so he would be beneath her. She yelped and then cried out in pleasure when she landed on top of him, his dick buried even deeper inside of her. He held her by her hips, pumping in and out of her below and bouncing her up and down on him. The angle was absolutely delicious and hit all the right spots, especially with the speed he was going.
"Sho-" Uraraka squeezed her eyes shut. She clawed at his chest, running her nails down the handle muscles as she rode him like her life depended on it. The build up to her orgasm was almost unbearable. She was right fucking there, but couldn't quite reach it. She wanted to cry. No matter how much she moved so that her clit rubbed against him or how deep he pumped into her, she couldn't get off. He felt fucking incredible. Her head was spinning. Maybe she couldn't get off fully because she couldn't focus. "Shouto, I want to, but I can't-"
"Yes, you can," Todoroki told her, somehow picking up the pace. Sweat dripped down both their bodies. Earlier she'd thought his room was cold, but now it was entirely too hot. "Come for me, Ochako."
It was funny how a few simple words could be the deciding factor in tipping her over the edge. This time, when she came, there was no stopping the noises. The orgasm was as explosive as Bakugou's quirk. Unlike Bakugou's commands earlier, Todoroki told her no such thing, groaning as she cried out his name, every swear word in the book, and a few other unintelligible statements about how incredible he felt. Distantly, she could hear Bakugou also swearing and saying things, but all she could focus on was the feel of Todoroki underneath and inside of her.
When she finally opened her eyes, her breath stuttering in her chest, she caught sight of Todoroki's flushed face. He stared up at her in awe, but mostly he looked...well, really quite beautiful underneath her. It was such a strange thought, especially towards a boy who had been just a friend less than an hour ago, but it came to her unbidden. An overwhelming surge of affection rushed into her, almost making her tear up. It was partly due to the orgasm, she knew, but she soaked it in.
He slid his hands around her back and sat up so that their chests were pressed together. As he kissed her, this time slipping a tongue between her lips, he began to move again, pumping in and out of her in short bursts. She'd never done it in this position before and the angle unusual but wonderful. There was no harshness in his movements like with Bakugou. In a sense, she would be thoroughly fucked - but not to the point of being too sore to walk.
Pressing his forehead against hers, Todoroki asked, "Can I-?"
"Yes," Uraraka breathed out, knowing exactly what he was asking.
He lifted her slightly so he could pull out of her. She laid down on her back and let out a sigh as he buried himself in her again. He was as delicate the second time around behind on top. Grabbing her by the legs, he spread them open wide and pumped in and out of her at a breakneck speed. Sweat dripped from his face down onto her. He went from watching her breasts bounce wildly down to where they were joined, swearing under his breath at the sight.
It was starting to get to the point where it was almost painful when he abruptly let go of her legs and fell down over her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. She could actually feel him twitch inside of her as he came. She clung to him tightly as he peppered her neck with kisses, making his make up her jaw and cheek until he reached her lips. His kiss was searing, possessively so in a way she hadn't expected of him. He didn't stop kissing her until he fully came down from his high and then he sunk down on her, out of breath and dripping sweat.
Bakugou had stopped talking behind them, but she could hear him panting as well. She caught a glimpse of him sunk back in the chair, his head tilted back, as his hips jerked a few more times from getting off. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about him jerking off and orgasming to Todoroki having sex with her, but it was kind of hot. That was really all she could think about at the moment.
Lifting himself from her, Todoroki wiped a hand over his sweaty face and then slowly pulled out of her. He took a shaky breath as he did so and then sat down on his haunches. "That was…" He shook his head, at a loss for words. Better than she'd dreamed? Most definitely. As he gazed down at her, a faint smile appeared on his face, a cross between content and amused. "We might need to shower before we go back down to the party."
With just a hand covering himself up, Bakugou groaned from his spot at the desk. "Fuck that party."
Uraraka sat up, using the jacket to cover up her chest. "A shower? I need a whole new costume and a nap."
"I could do with a nap," Todoroki mused thoughtfully.
"We're not cuddling," Bakugou snapped, sitting upright in the chair so the two front legs hit the ground with a smack.
Todoroki gave him a cool look that he must have known would rile Bakugou up and asked, "Who said you were invited to the nap?"
Bakugou narrowed his eyes. "Listen here, Half and Half-"
" Boys ," Uraraka interrupted sharply, making both of them snap their mouths shut and simply glare at each other. "I will cuddle you both later tonight, but we really should go back to the party."
She didn't care what that implied (were they all just going to share a bed, Todoroki and Bakugou included?), but she did not have the energy or desire to hear them bicker with one another, not after all of that. She'd orgasmed like five times. She was not in the mood for their fighting. She really wasn't in the mood for a party, but there was no way they could not go back without everyone getting suspicious. Hell, they'd already been gone for too long. Her costume and Todoroki's were strewn throughout the bedroom as well.
He was still naked, although he was covering himself up. Man, did he look good.
After awkwardly gathering their clothes, she and Todoroki set about putting their costumes back on. Todoroki's was simple with his scrubs and white jacket. Uraraka's didn't involve much either, but she was missing a key piece of her outfit. It shouldn't be embarrassing to ask after what had just happened, but she still blushed. "Um, have either one of you seen my underwear?"
"You mean these?" Bakugou piped up, twirling her underwear around a finger like it was a toy. He smirked at her and then pulled the band back on them so he could fling the underwear at Todoroki. It hit him square in the face, making him blink, but he caught them. She glared at Bakugou. Oh, she was going to kill him one of these days. He gave her a shameless shrug of his shoulders as Todoroki handed the underwear over to her.
They briefly met eyes and Uraraka smiled at him, biting her lip. He returned the smile and looked away. When she looked up, she saw Bakugou watching her. He raised his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes.
It was the end of their time at U.A. and they were supposed to be celebrating as a class. Instead she, well… She couldn't say that she wasn't celebrating. Oh hell, what had she gotten herself into?
