AN: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of sexual activities.
Chapter 24
"Say it." His gruff voice tickled against the crook of her neck making her shudder. He continued to pepper feather-light kisses down her neck causing a soft moan to tumble from her lips.
"Come on Angel, I know you can be louder than that." She felt him smirk into her collarbone. Deft fingers began to unbutton her shirt, giving him access to more of her heated skin.
She should stop him. They can't be doing this here…
"Ahhhh…!" She stifled a moan as she felt his teeth sink into the tender skin atop her breast. That would leave a mark.
She felt him chuckle.
His body pressed into her as he finished unbuttoning her shirt.
"Bakugo… "
"Katsuki, I already told you to call me Katsuki." He growled as his hands swept over her stomach and cupped her breasts. She bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet.
"Katsuki, please not here." She pleaded but even she could hear the neediness dripping from her voice.
"Do you really want me to stop?" His eyes locked with hers, their usual red hue darkened with desire. She forgot how to breathe, let alone talk, trapped under his gaze. She felt him pull down the cups of her bra, exposing her to the cold air.
"Katsuki!" She tried once more. They couldn't be doing this here. They couldn't!
"Tell me to stop Angel," He said as his tongue lapped at a perked nipple, "Tell me to stop and I will." He looked up, his mouth latched onto her. The sight of seeing him, sucking on one of her tits set fire to her insides.
"Someone will see us…" She whispered, looking down the aisle of books he had cornered her in. "Will hear ussss" She hissed as she felt warm, calloused fingers dip beneath her skirt, stroking her through her underwear.
"Let them." He said defiantly, before turning his face to ravage her other nipple. It was too much. She was fast approaching the edge and he was determined to have her fall. Her fingers twisted into his blonde locks, desperate to hold on to anything.
Suddenly he pulled away. He stared down at her with a small smirk, fingers playfully dancing along the edge of her panties.
"Tell me to stop." He murmured.
She tried to catch her breath. They should stop. They were in the library! They needed to stop.
His thumb pressed into her clit and began rubbing it in small circles.
Mmm, so good!
Why did they need to stop? She couldn't quite remember.
"Ochako, tell me to stop and I will." He commanded.
She nibbled at her bottom lip to stop her from whimpering.
How had they ended up here?
She was sure he could hear her heart racing.
And he definitely could feel the warmth that radiated from where his fingers teased at her.
"Ochako?"
She closed her eyes, before opening her legs a little wider to give him room.
She could hear him practically purr at her…
"Good girl."
Uraraka did not wake up screaming like she had the first time. In fact, she wasn't even the slightest bit flustered. Since her first dream of this nature, she had had plenty more. All co-starring the same blonde-haired, red-eyed, infuriating boy.
No, by this point in time, Uraraka no longer bothered with feelings of embarrassment or self-consciousness. It took too much energy. Her dreams weren't hurting anybody and at the very least they seemed to help channel some of her pent up frustration.
For better or for worse, she seemed to be coming to terms with her newly awakened desire for physical intimacy. She just wished that she could redirect that desire to literally anyone else. Especially considering what happened yesterday.
Uraraka opened one eye to check the time. It was still fairly early but there was really no point in trying to go back to sleep, not after dreaming that. Her body still shook from her suppressed release. Choosing to ignore it, she slowly rolled out of bed.
Sundays were typically reserved for lounging and homework, and today was no exception. Not bothering to change out of her pajamas, she grabbed her phone from its charger and headed downstairs.
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The smell of bacon hit her as soon as the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor.
"Mmmmm," Uraraka closed her eyes, inhaling the intoxicating aroma as she walked blindly into the kitchen area.
"Good Morning Uraraka-san!"
"Good morning Sato-kun!" Uraraka returned his enthusiastic greeting with a warm smile. She pivoted towards the living room area and saw Momo and Aoyama already enjoying a cup of tea.
"Morning!" Uraraka waved cheerfully.
"Good Morning Ochako!"
"Bonjour Mademoiselle!"
"Would you like a plate Uraraka-san?" Sato looked over his shoulder at her as he began to beat some eggs in a bowl.
Uraraka's eyes practically turned into hearts as she nodded fervently. Sato laughed quietly as he shifted back to the stovetop and added the eggs to a sizzling pan.
"Here let me help you," Uraraka said, opening a cabinet and pulling out plates for all four of them.
"What should we watch?" Momo said loudly so that the two classmates in the kitchen could hear her despite the clinking and clanking of plates and utensils being set on the counter.
Uraraka looked at the two on the sofa and saw Momo already flipping through the class's combined Netflix account.
"Ooohh let's watch that one!" Aoyama beamed. Momo gave him an apprehensive look.
"It doesn't matter to me," Sato chirped as he finished plating the food.
"Same, I'll watch almost anything," Uraraka said as she moved towards the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice.
"See! They don't mind!" Aoyama was practically bouncing. How that boy had the energy so early on a Sunday morning was beyond Uraraka's understanding.
Momo nodded and hit play, before standing up and walking towards the group in the kitchen. Between the three of them, they walked the food and drinks towards the low table that sat in front of the TV.
Uraraka let the comfort of eating good food with even better company and watching trashy reality television blanket her. This is what I should be focusing on! These moments were not to be taken for granted. Although it sometimes felt like they would be in high school forever, that wasn't the case. Soon they would all go their separate ways in search of becoming the best heroes they could be. They wouldn't always be able to have these quiet breakfasts together. Uraraka was determined to make this time count. Why should she waste any of it on people who didn't appreciate it and never would?
She washed down her anxious thoughts with orange juice and decided to focus on the show.
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Little by little, her classmates began to trickle into the common area. Some made their way towards the kitchen to prepare their own meals, others congregated by the big table in the back, a few sat down in the empty spaces around the four of them to join in watching the show.
Light conversation, the smell of coffee, and the comfortable feeling of being surrounded by her friends helped erase the mess of emotions she was slowly tumbling down. By the time Momo suggested that they study a bit, naughty dreams and unrequited crushes were the furthest things from her mind.
"Ima go get my bag from my room!" Uraraka said as she finished washing the dishes. The rest of her breakfast crew nodded as they joined the group already studying at the big table. It seemed like everyone was in the common room except for the self-proclaimed Baku-squad.
Good.
"Chako-chan can you bring me a sweater, please! I'm getting cold and my room is too far!" Hagakure whined playfully from her spot at the table.
"Sure." Uraraka nodded, as she began walking towards the elevators. She heard someone begin to open the front door and, once again, she couldn't help but turn to see who it could be.
Her damn curiosity was really going to get her in trouble one day.
Shit.
Kirishima busted through the door, Bakugo following closely. She assumed Sero and Kaminari were not too far behind. They looked like they had been working out or training.
"I'm starving!" Kirishima bellowed, "Ohh, hey Uraraka!" He flashed her a smile.
"Hello" Uraraka waved and tried to return the smile but she was a little too preoccupied with stopping herself from panicking. She didn't want to run into him. She could have gone the whole day without any trace of him and would have been more than fine.
Kirishima leaned against the wall giving her a direct view of the one person in all of Japan she really, really did not want to see. Worse, Kirishima's smile said it all. He knows something.
Uraraka locked eyes with Bakugo. There was an intensity behind them that seemed to stop time between them. A second felt like an eternity, but she blinked and the moment had passed. She was about to turn and continue her walk towards the elevators, ignoring him, when the most peculiar of things happened.
"Yo," He waved at her in greeting, stopping next to Kirishima.
She could've sworn she heard…no, certainly she hadn't.
He had spent all week treating her like a nobody. Like just another annoying face in the crowd. Never acknowledging her, except for that one time by the track and the other time at the gym. Both times there had been no one around. Surely, there was just no way that the same guy who had gone through great lengths to not talk to her, had, well, talked to her. In front of people. The whole class really.
"Good morning," Her deeply ingrained manners moved her lips for her.
"Morning." He responded curtly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
The realization that everyone was staring at them quickly settled in. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, it made sense. She would be staring too had someone else been in her shoes. Bakugo, Mr. Everyone Here Are Extras and Need to Stay Out of His Way. The Bakugo, who hardly, if ever, starts a conversation with anyone and if he does it's usually by screaming at them. That Bakugo was being…civil. Cordial, even.
"Just finished training?" She had no idea what was making her mouth move and form words. It was like someone else was pulling the strings. All she knew was that she clearly no longer had control over the situation because if she had, she would STOP TALKING!
"Yea." He said quietly, sticking his hands into his pockets.
"Oh," Uraraka began rubbing the back of her neck. "Uhm…" Goodness Ochako just stop! She pleaded with herself, feeling the blood slowly rise to her cheeks.
"Weren't you headed somewhere Cheeks." He pointed to the elevators with his chin, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Aah ha ha yes…uhm…yes right…" She stammered.
"Tch." Bakugo seemed to have reached his word limit. Without looking at her he stepped into the common area and walked towards the refrigerator like if he was completely alone. Unbothered, he began to prepare his daily post-workout oatmeal.
She turned to see the people at the study table. They were staring at both of them with various degrees of incredulous looks. Equally dumbfounded by the situation she found herself in, Uraraka decided it would be best to ignore them. She turned back towards Kirishima and she almost groaned.
Kirishima had a wolfish grin plastered on his face. Yup, I knew it. He knows more than anyone else that's for sure. Giving her a small wink, he followed Bakugo into the kitchen.
"You gonna make some for me too?!" She heard Kirishima taunt him, effectively breaking whatever spell had taken the whole room. Uraraka could here the light chattering of her friends' voices.
"Teach me your ways" Kaminari's voice brought her back to reality.
"Yes, how do you get him to say hi to you with something other than insults." Sero laughed heartily next to the electric boy.
"She's not fucking annoying like you two." Bakugo's voice cut across them. Her classmates went silent once more.
A courteous exchange of pleasantries AND a semi-compliment all in one go?!
Uraraka feared for her classmates. If they felt even half of what she currently felt at the moment, she knew they must be practically exploding…
Exploding. How funny…because his quirk. Ha!
Uraraka let out a small, ill-timed, giggle.
She was probably losing it.
And now it looked like she laughed at something Bakugo had said.
Uraraka turned her head slightly to see if he had noticed.
He had.
Bakugo was leaning against the counter next to the stovetop, his arms were crossed in front of his chest and he looked relaxed. He was already looking at her when she caught his eye, and he was giving her a small, very tiny, but still definitely there, smile.
It wasn't much but it also most definitely was.
He was trying.
He is trying.
She should have known that Bakugo was a man of action, not words. He was better at showing than telling. And he was showing her that he had listened. Bakugo was nothing but a quick learner.
Uraraka knew that this wasn't enough to erase how shitty he had made her feel since the day after her birthday, but it was a start. A very unexpected and way-too-public start if you asked her, but a start nonetheless. She could give a little too then.
"They're not annoying Bakugo," Uraraka said smiling playfully at Kaminari and Sero, who looked like they had just been slapped. Uraraka had waded into dangerous waters, contradicting Bakugo and calling him by his name so casually. It seemed like the whole class held their breaths waiting for the explosion of curse words that were sure to follow at someone acting so familiar with him. Instead, Bakugo continued to look unbothered.
"Whatever you say Round face." He mumbled as the tea kettle next to him slowly began to whistle.
You know…now that she was in on it, this was actually kind of fun. She knew why Bakugo was acting the way he was with her but they didn't. If the rest of the class looked like Kaminari and Sero looked now, well…she'd say that if Bakugo was aiming to prove a point he most definitely had.
With a smile still plastered on her face, she made her way to the elevators, pretending she was blissfully unaware of the many sets of eyes glued on her.
Before the doors closed, she chanced a quick glance at him. He had turned his back on the onlookers and was pouring the hot water into his bowl and he was…smiling.
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