Warning: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of female masturbation and other sexual interactions.

NOTE: This chapter contains an excerpt from a book that is not mine. I do not own the words or the characters. The book is titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks (and is part of the Sweet Series). The link for the book is mayabanks dot com/books/persuasion/#order

Chapter 29

Uraraka picked at her cuticles, a childhood habit she had never been able to shake. The sound of her nails slowly digging into her calloused fingers had always calmed her.

"Who would like to explain first?"

Uraraka lifted her head, glancing quickly between the three Pro Heroes/educators in front of her. Principal Nezu's face was difficult to read. He sat in his desk and patiently stared at the four students in his office. All-Might stood to his left, looking more worse for wear than she had ever seen him look, but when they made brief eye contact he offered her a smile. Aizawa-sensei stood to his right. In stark contrast to All-Might's warm demeanor, he looked severely pissed off.

Shit.

She had never been on the receiving end of this. Uraraka shot a hurried look towards her fellow classmates. All four students made quick eye contact, speaking silently to one another before returning their gazes down to their laps. No one spoke.

"So help me, I will expel all of you if I have too." Aizawa-sensei threatened. A year ago it may have caused Uraraka to break, but now, she felt fairly confident that the wouldn't actually expel them over this. The plan had been to go in, keep quiet, and accept the punishment.

As far as the adults knew, Bakugo and Kirishima had gotten into a scuffle outside of the girls' dorm rooms. They didn't know why the boys had been "wrestling" each other in front of the girls' rooms and past curfew. There had been no witnesses on the scene, at least not until after Bakugo and Kirishima had blasted through Mina's door. There was no one who could confirm that either of the boys had been inside the girls' rooms.

All they had to do was keep their mouths shut and it would stay that way.

Aizawa-sensei had made it explicitly clear that boys and girls should not be in each other's rooms past curfew or else. Although they hadn't been entirely sure what the "or else" consisted of, they had silently come to the agreement that the repercussions for it would probably be far harsher than the ones for a busted door.

What if they called our parents?!

Uraraka shuddered just thinking about it. She didn't even want to imagine what her parents would think of her if they ever found out about what their little girl got up too once the sunset.

No, it was much better this way.

"A true hero acknowledges the error of their ways and works to make swift amends." All-Might's wise words cut at them, breaking a bit of their resolve. He was right. They knew he was right. But...explaining what happened would be absolutely mortifying for everyone involved.

Uraraka began counting the ticks from Principal Nezu's clock. The more ticks the tenser the room. Silence had always made her uncomfortable and her current situation was no exception. How long were they going to stay like this?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

After what felt an eternity, Principle Nezu finally cleared his throat. "Very well, you are suspended from after-school curricular activities for two weeks and you must replace the door in Ashido's dormitory by tomorrow afternoon or there will be further consequences."

Although the punishment was directed at all of them, Uraraka noticed the three adults turn expectantly in Bakugo's direction.

Uraraka felt Bakugo tense in the chair next to her, balling his fists tightly in barely contained frustration. The skin around his knuckles stretched so thin she could almost see the veins concealed within. Without fully processing what she was doing, Uraraka reached out with her pinky finger and began caressing his arm lightly. Bakugo did not flinch or pull away at the sudden contact, but Uraraka noticed that he unclenched his hands.

If the others in the room noticed their interaction, Uraraka found she didn't quite care.

The students shifted their attention from Principal Nezu to Aizawa-sensei, who was still shooting daggers at his students. After a couple more pointed glares for good measure, he sighed heavily. Uraraka was certain no other class had brought him this many headaches.

"You're dismissed."

All four students shot up from their seats desperate to get out of Principal Nezu's office. They quickly bowed to each adult in a show of respect and then bee-lined out of the room.

Uraraka instantly felt her body relax as soon as she stepped out into the hallway. She saw Mina and Kirishima mirror her reaction, already smiling and joking with each other quietly. Two weeks suspension from after school activities was not ideal but it could have been far worse. Although she doubted Bakugo would be of a similar opinion.

Uraraka tried to look behind her to see how Bakugo was doing but before she had the chance to do so, All-Might had walked out into the hallway. "Young Bakugo, could I borrow you for a minute."

All four students stopped in their tracks, turning in the direction of All-Might's voice. Though he had long-since retired from Pro-Hero work he was still a legend they all loved and respected. His voice retained all of his power, even if his physical body was nowhere near what it used to be.

"Are you three Bakugo's all of a sudden?" He said derisively, turning his back on them and following after All-Might without so much as a second glance. Uraraka was getting better at reading his tone and inflection. She wouldn't call herself a pro at Baku-speech but she was getting there. He didn't sound too upset, in fact, he sounded pretty normal. Or well what passed as normal for him. Still, Uraraka couldn't help but feel that something was off.

She turned to where Kirishima and Mina stood ahead. Both of them shrugged at her. Uraraka gnawed at her lower lip. What should I do? She turned back in the direction where All-Might and Bakugo had disappeared too. Should I wait for him?

"Chako-chan! You coming?" Mina called to her. She and Kirishima were holding hands as they hovered in the doorway, looking slightly concerned but still very much at ease. Uraraka supposed that if anyone would be unfazed by all of this, it would be the two of them.

Uraraka shifted her weight from one foot to the other, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she mulled. She wasn't sure what the protocol for this was. They weren't a couple. But were they just friends? She knew what she would do if Deku had been held back by All-Might (leave) or if Tsu-chan had been held back by All-Might (wait), but Bakugo…?

What if she waited and he didn't want her too? What if she didn't wait and he had expected her too? What were the rules here!?

"Uraraka?" Kirishima's voice broke through her inner turmoil.

"It's okay, you guys go on ahead." Announcing her decision to both herself and her friends. Mina and Kirishima gave each other a look that made Uraraka regret her choice almost instantly, but they smiled and nodded at her before exiting the office.

She remained in the hallway for a bit, standing awkwardly, still unsure of her decision to wait for him. Uraraka decided to step outside, she could use some fresh air. She needed to make sense of the events of the last twenty-four hours. This morning she had woken up after a week of uneasy sleep, not completely convinced if she should give Bakugo his Valentine's day chocolates. Sure, they had been running together and even studying with each other on occasion but what if he was just trying to shed some of his antagonistic reputation. Uraraka did have a reputation for being fairly easy to get along with. And now…What about now?

They had kissed. Remembering the feel of his hard body pressed up against her, his tongue tasting her overheated flesh…there was no doubt in her mind that he at least found her physically attractive.

But did he like her? Were they more than just friends. Were they even friends?

Uraraka stepped out into the cool February night, tugging at her sleeves in an attempt to gather more warmth. Her only company was the soft howling from the wind and the occasional chirping of bugs. She leaned against the outside wall with a heavy sigh. She was tired. Uraraka had not been able to sleep properly. Her dreams a mixture of lust and dread, constantly shaking her awake. A tiny voice in her head kept whispering to her, telling her she should probably talk with him. Just ask him.

But how? She'd never done this before. She'd never been in a situation like this. How the heck was she supposed to know what to do? It wasn't like Bakugo was the most approachable of human beings and after what happened with Deku...Uraraka still felt a bit jaded from the experience.

A chill wind whipped at her exposed skin and she pulled down her cropped hoodie in an attempt to shield herself from the cold. Maybe she should head back. Who knows how long All-Might would talk with Bakugo and the wind was starting to pick up speed.

Uraraka leaned her head back and squinted up at the night sky. She had always loved star-gazing, it reminded her that she was just a blip in the immense universe. Although to some that thought might be frightening or even depressing, it brought her comfort. Her problems always seemed smaller, more manageable, after staring at the stars.

Unfortunately, star-gazing was hard to do in a city like Musutafu and today was no exception. The wind had started to drag in clouds, partially covering the moon and greying the night sky. Another strong wind reminded her that it was only going to get windier and colder the longer she stood outside. Disappointed and slightly defeated, she propped herself off the wall. She turned to head back towards the dorms but her path was impeded as she collided with something hard.

"Aaahhh!" She squeaked

"Watch it! Oh..it's you."

Bakugo! She had walked into Bakugo. She tried to make eye contact with him but noticed he had closed his eyes. He sounded just as tired as he looked. Uraraka wasn't sure if it was the punishment, whatever All-Might spoke with him about, or if it was her, but for a brief moment, it all seemed to weigh heavy on his body. His whole body sagged.

The wind began to howl around them.

Bakugo exhaled loudly before stretching out a hand in her direction. "Come on Cheeks, before you get sick."

The gesture was small but it managed to still her troubled mind, if only momentarily. Giving him a small nod and a smile she placed her hand in his. Bakugo quickly interlaced their fingers, giving her a small tug. Uraraka fell into step next to him, and quietly they walked hand-in-hand back towards Heights Alliance.

Uraraka stared at the giant hole in Mina's door. How they were supposed to fix this door before Aizawa-sensei's inspection was beyond her. Once more, she had spent most of her night tossing and turning. The bags under her eyes were becoming so defined that she was starting to worry if they'd be permanent.

But she couldn't sleep. Bakugo had walked her to her room in silence. She had tried multiple times to say something, but she found it difficult to formulate the right words. Besides, it was very unlike Bakugo to be so still. Although the silence unnerved her a bit, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. His hands were warm and he radiated heat, keeping most of the chill at bay. So she kept quiet and let him guide her towards their dorms.

"Chako-chan, are you listening?" Mina's voice trilled from beside her.

"Mmm, yes, that's a great idea."

"What did I say?" Mina folded her arms in front of her chest in annoyance.

"Something about Momo-chan and Todoroki?" Uraraka sifted quickly through the bits and pieces of information that managed to stick while Mina had spoken. Mina narrowed her eyes at Uraraka but nodded.

"Okay, I'll go ask Momo-chan and you get Todoroki-kun." Mina disappeared before Uraraka could ask for clarification. She had heard her pink friend say those names but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted with them. With a soft sigh, she headed towards the elevators.

Uraraka and Todoroki returned to the fourth floor to see Mina had already assembled Momo, Kirishima, and… her best efforts to remain calm, her heart began to speed up. Yesterday, seemed so long ago.

Bakugo didn't acknowledge their arrival, choosing to glare at Mina's door instead.

"Okay team, listen up," Mina clapped her hands once to grab everyone's attention, "Kiri will take down the rest of the door, Todoroki will burn it to a crisp, Baku-hoe will sweep and throw it away."

"What did you call me!?" Bakugo redirected his fury from the door to its owner.

"And what will you girls be doing?" Kirishima interrupted before Bakugo could aim an explosion at his girlfriend. Well…Uraraka assumed they were official.

"Don't worry about us babe." Mina sassed flirtatiously.

Kiri shot her a smirk and a wink before getting to work on taking down the rest of the door.

"Fucking…"

"Whipped."

She hadn't meant to say it aloud, she didn't even get on with Kirishima like that. Her eyes slowly took in everyone's expressions. Momo and Todoroki looked alarmed, Mina amused, Kiri was doubled over in laughter, and Bakugo…He was smiling at her.

"I think Uraraka has been hanging out with our Baku-bro a little too much," Kirishima said suggestively, "They're already finishing each other's sentences."

"Shitty Hair, don't you have a door to break down."

"I don't know why I have to finish what you did," Kirishima responded cheekily.

"Maybe if you learned to keep it quiet, you wouldn't go flying through doors."

Kirishima and Bakugo devolved into a series of taunts and jabs, while Mina watched on amused. Momo and Todoroki shot a confused look to each other, unsure of what the pair was jabbering on about. After a few seconds, Todoroki leaned in towards Uraraka, whispering in her ear, "Is everything alright."

His breath tickled her ear and she giggled, effectively shutting up the lively display. Uraraka felt all eyes on her and Todoroki. Nodding slightly in response to his question, Uraraka avoided the stares and tried to focus on the blasted door. From the corner of her eye, she could see Momo shift uncomfortably.

"Uhm, can we get to fixing the door, please," Momo said quietly.

The group all nodded in agreement. Kirishima walked up towards what was left of Mina's door and began using one hardened arm as a sledgehammer, breaking it down into little pieces. Bakugo began tossing the broken pieces to Todoroki who would catch them and burn them to a crisp, until a sizable pile of ash laid at his feet. Bakugo grabbed the broom and dustpan and quickly swept up the debris.

While the boys made quick work of the old door, Momo and Uraraka had slipped into her room to give the creation-quirk user some privacy while she created a new door for Mina. Uraraka closed the door and stood with her back towards her room to give the creation-quirk user some privacy. Uraraka had seen Momo in various stages of undress, but this time it felt different. Something about being alone. In her room. It just felt wrong to stare.

"I don't mind," Momo's soft voice came from behind her. Uraraka glanced over her shoulder, in time to see her friend begin to unzip her sweater. She wasn't sure what to do but she locked her door and moved to sit on the edge of her bed anyways. Uraraka tried to focus her attention on anything other than her friend slowly removing her t-shirt in front of her.

The longer she remained quiet, the more nervous she felt. What is happening! Uraraka could feel her heart start to beat faster as Momo draped her shirt over Uraraka's desk chair and began to unhook her bra. Momo didn't remove it, but she had wanted to leave her back as bare as she could. Doors were pretty large after all.

Uraraka's mouth suddenly went dry and she was having a difficult time swallowing. Maybe it was the fact that she was rolling into almost a month of edging, not to mention how close she had been to climaxing the night before, but her thoughts were slowly sinking deep into a gutter. Momo turned and knelt beside Uraraka, holding onto the sides of her bed for leverage as she worked on creating Mina's new door.

Uraraka's breath hitched. Her eyes darting to where her friends' bra separated from her chest as she bent slightly forward. She had always known her friend was beautiful, all her friends were. And she had always been slightly envious of Momo's voluptuousness, in an "I wish I had bigger boobs" type of way. But she had never been attracted to any of her girlfriends. And she sure as hell never wished to catch a peek at their breasts.

"I wasn't flirting with Todoroki." Uraraka almost screamed, trying desperately to divert her thoughts from where they had been going.

"I…knowww," Momo grunted, deeply focused on her task. Uraraka saw the familiar shimmering which meant the door was probably about to start protruding from her friends exposed back. There was absolutely nothing sexual behind Momo's grunts, and yet they sent shockwaves to Uraraka's core. She sat there in half-dazed silence until a full-sized door erupted out of her friend.

It took Uraraka half a second before she remembered what her role in all of this was. She quickly jumped from her bed, ignoring the throbbing between her thighs, and canceled out the gravity of the newly created door.

Much to Uraraka's dismay, Momo put her top back on quickly. Chastising herself for her perverted thoughts Uraraka began carrying the newly created door out of her room. With the boys long gone, the three girls got to work hanging up the new door. They worked in relative silence, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts. Once they were done Mina thanked Momo profusely, hugging her tightly. Uraraka kept her distance but also thanked Momo for all her help.

Momo graciously accepted their gratitude and excused herself. Mina followed close behind, letting Uraraka know she was going to go find Kirishima to inform him that the door was fixed.

Uraraka silently quipped that Mina and Kirishima were probably not going to be doing much talking, but she waved her friends goodbye before retreating to her room to properly have a meltdown.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

If she didn't have enough to deal with already, now she had to grapple with all of this?! She slumped into her desk chair and tried to think back to all of her one-on-one interactions with Momo. Nothing about them particularly stood out to her. Uraraka was fairly certain that she had never wanted to see her close friend naked.

Maybe she was just…

Uraraka was having a hard time saying the word. Although she had made significant strides when it came to accepting her more primal needs, voicing them out loud was still deeply mortifying. Her body and her mind had been under a lot of stress recently. Maybe a nice warm shower will help wash away all of these confusing thoughts.

Huffing with determination, Uraraka grabbed her shower caddy, some comfy clothes, and exited her room like a woman on an important mission.

She arrived at the girls' shower room and silently thanked the stars. It was empty, most of her classmates either training or in the common room. Uraraka kept her mind focused on detailing every single action she took, afraid of letting her thoughts wander.

I'm taking off my shirt and now I'm slipping out of my sweats and now I'm removing my bra…

It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon, the wind from last night had dragged in more clouds and it looked like it was about to rain at any moment.

I'm turning on the water and now I'm checking the temperature and ow! it's too hot and okay let me lower it…

Uraraka had spent too much time thinking about things other than school and becoming a hero. She was losing focus. To be fair, it was getting hard to focus on anything other than this ever-increasing need for physical closeness.

What had started out as something new to try had soon morphed into this weird challenge between herself and herself. How long could she last? It had been fun at first, walking around in a semi-perpetual state of arousal. But recently, like say Momo-getting-half-naked-in-her-room-recently, it was becoming a problem.

Her body ached for release, and not just physically. Her mind had been running her ragged.

I'm grabbing the shampoo bottle and I'm putting shampoo on my hand and I'm lathering it through my hair…

There was no one in the showers right now. Maybe if she just let herself…

I'm grabbing my body wash and I'm putting some in my bath sponge and I'm rubbing it on my body and I'm...

Uraraka ran her free hand up her stomach. Slowly, she dragged her fingers up her skin feeling the goosebumps she left behind. A simple touch and she already felt her heart racing, threatening to break her apart. Her fingers teased at the underside of her breast and she felt her nipples pebbled with arousal. Uraraka squeezed her legs and moaned at the sudden friction.

She needed this.

Uraraka set down the sponge. One hand pinching her nipples while the other traveled further south. She could feel her clit pulsing, desperate for attention. Uraraka began rubbing tight circles. Just enough to keep her panting but not enough to send her over the edge. Not yet, at least.

She worked herself slowly. This was it. This was going to be the big one, the climax she had been edging towards for the last three weeks. With one hand between her thighs, she dragged the other sensuously throughout the rest of her body. After a couple of minutes teasing, Uraraka let her wandering hand join its sister at her nethermost lips, spreading them open. She could feel her wetness dripping out of her core.

Uraraka inserted two fingers and started pumping. One hand continued its assault on her clit, tapping it roughly while she fucked herself with the other. It felt good, but she couldn't get a good angle from a standing position. She would never reach her climax like this.

Frustrated, Uraraka pinched her clit. Pain. Not a lot, but a small amount seemed to push her quicker towards the edge. She increased the pressure as she continued to pump her fingers in and out.

She needed this.

She was so close.

Uraraka breathed heavily as her brows furrowed in concentration. She could feel it coming. She was so close...

Mmm. Yes, right there...I'm going to…

"Chako-chan?"

"Shit!" She shrieked loudly, half scared, half pissed.

Uraraka immediately stopped touching herself and tried to regain some composure. Breathe.

"Ochako! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Her friend's voice laced with concern.

Uraraka knew it wasn't Tsu-chan's fault, but…she couldn't have waited like one minute before calling her name. Just one.

"It's okay," Uraraka responded tightly. It was not okay but it also was okay. Uraraka took deep, calming breaths as she let the water cascade down her back. She saw the silhouette of her friend as she approached the shower curtain.

"I had been looking for you and I actually had given up when I decided to try the showers," Tsu explained.

"Oh." Uraraka was having a difficult time coming down from her high, emotionally, and physically. Her heart was still palpitating quickly and she felt on the brink of tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll just..."

She sounded sad.

She hated when her friends were sad, especially because of her.

"Wait." Uraraka quickly turned off the water and wrapped herself in her towel before opening the shower curtain. Tsu stood only a couple of feet away.

"I'm sorry." Uraraka apologized sincerely, sitting down on one of the benches. Tsu sat down with Uraraka but remained quiet, giving her a cautious look.

"You were looking for me?" Uraraka tried with all her might to sound happy, or at the very least neutral. It wasn't her fault. She kept repeating to herself, slowly willing her body back down from its high.

"Yea, I just thought we could hang out and stuff. We haven't hung out just the two of us since your birthday." Tsu croaked, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh," Uraraka let her words sink in, feeling guilty for being so upset. "That sounds like a great idea."

"I'm meeting up with Tokoyami to spar but maybe we can have a sleepover tonight?"

Uraraka noticed Tsu's cheeks redden at the mention of their classmate but chose not to tease her. Hadn't she too kept Bakugo quiet for a bit? Tsu would tell her when she was ready.

"Yea, I'll be in my room finishing Midnight-sensei's paper." Uraraka groaned, trying to lighten the mood for both their sakes.

"Great!" Tsu smiled up at her, "And I'm sorry for ruining your shower."

"Don't worry about it. I was almost done anyway." Uraraka waved her hand dismissively, hoping to quell some of her friend's worries. Uraraka still felt like punching a hole through a wall but she could keep it together for Tsu, at least while she was still in front of her.

"Okay, well…I'll see you later." Tsu got up from the bench and waved goodbye before exiting the bathroom.

Uraraka smiled and kept smiling until way after Tsu had exited the bathroom.

Once she could be sure Tsu was far, far away, Uraraka took off her towel and proceeded to scream loudly into it.

Uraraka felt oddly calm for a person who had just had another orgasm denied. She supposed spending five minutes screaming into a towel burned through some of her pent up frustration.

Why did this always happen to her?

She might no longer feel like her whole body was consumed in flames, but it was still painfully aroused. Her nipples hardened as the fabric of her bra brushed against them, still sensitive, sending a fresh pool of moisture between her legs. Fuck. Uraraka practically sprinted to her room, desperate to resume her earlier ministrations. She didn't bother putting her stuff away, tossing them on the floor and locking the door behind her before quickly removing her clothing.

She sat back on her bed until her back touched her wall and spread her legs wide. Uraraka turned to see herself in the mirror as she sat naked, panting, and wet. Content with what she saw and absolutely no desire for teasing, she picked up right where she had left off. Dipping two fingers into her wet center, she pinched her clit so hard her whole body spasmed.

There were no words to describe how aroused she felt watching her naked breasts bounce in rhythm to her thrusts. She closed her eyes with a loud moan and let her mind wander. She imagined a different set of hands touching her. Would he pinch her clit like she was? Or would he rub it? Maybe he would suck on it?

She was getting close again. Her legs began shaking as she alternated between pinching and tapping at her clit.

Fuck. fuck. Fuck. fuck.

She began working herself faster. Her hips gyrating and thrusting upwards in an attempt to get her fingers deeper. But she couldn't reach where she wanted. She was right there. So close and yet, her body wouldn't let her.

Frustrated, she tore both hands away from her womanhood. Her breathing shallow, she stared at herself in the mirror and saw her desperation reflected back.

Uraraka had spent weeks winding herself tighter and tighter, all with the promise of an eventual release. And now when she had finally decided it was time, her body refused.

No. Fuck that.

She needed this.

She deserved the blissful calmness that came after an orgasm. Thinking back to when she had gotten closest, those times that she was a millisecond away…and they all had one thing in common.

Looking slightly deranged, Uraraka quickly put her clothes back on and marched out of her room. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got there but she was no longer thinking straight.

Uraraka arrived at his front door determined.

She was about to knock when she noticed his door was slightly ajar. Soft grunts came from inside his room, almost as if he were working out. Curiosity calming some of her lust, she peeped through the opening and tried to see what Bakugo did when he thought no one was looking.

Bakugo hunched over his desk awkwardly and appeared to be hovering slightly over his chair. Uraraka could see he held a book in one hand but she wasn't sure where his other hand was currently located. He must be doing something with it, however, because his shoulders kept bouncing.

In a brief bout of insanity, Uraraka decided to sneak into his room and scare him. The devious thought taking root in her already muddled head.

Slowly, she pushed the door open just enough to get her small body through. His eyes remained rooted in whatever he was reading. Uraraka quietly closed the door behind her and tip-toed towards his desk.

The closer she got the harder it was to keep herself from laughing. The small, rational part of her brain thought it was weird that Bakugo hadn't become aware of her by now. His senses were usually so sharp, it was difficult to get anything past him. But the part that thought it would be hilarious to scare Explosion-quirk boy was effectively drowning her out.

"Boo!" She shouted loudly.

"WHAT THE!" His curse word was drowned by a loud explosion.

It all happened so fast, one second she was creeping up on him, the next Bakugo was jumping from his seat and almost blasting her head off. Had it not been for those acute senses of his, she would definitely be needing Recovery Girl or a mortician.

Thankfully, he recognized her in the very last moment and redirected his blast to the ceiling, scorching it.

"CHEEKS! WHAT THE FUCK!"

Uraraka remained cemented to the ground, unable to move a muscle. Although, she had almost experienced death-by-explosion that was the furthest thing from her mind. Uraraka couldn't concentrate on the fact that she had almost been decapitated because she was too busy staring at the book in Bakugo's hand. Her eyes quickly darted from his hand to his face. His eyes screamed bloody murder but Uraraka couldn't focus on that, she was too distracted by his glasses!?

Still, none of that even came close to the fact that Bakugo currently stood in front of her butt-ass naked from the waist down, his shorts and boxers pooling at his feet.

"You, your, you, uhm," What was she trying to say?

Coming to the realization that Uraraka was not in fact a threat to his life, Bakugo realized that he was currently exposing himself to her and quickly bent down to pull his pants back up.

They stood there for a moment, Uraraka wide-eyed, Bakugo red-faced.

I should say something.

"You…wear glasses?" She managed to sputter.

Bakugo gave her the weirdest look. A cross between perplexed and incredulous.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" He yelled, taking off his glasses.

"I...uhm…" She needed to sit down for a bit.

"What are you doing? Cheeks!"

"I need…Process." Uraraka said, sitting down on his bed half-dazed.

"You can't just…" Bakugo began ranting but it sounded like she was underwater trying to listen him speak.

Okay, Ochako, think. Bakugo was...he was….well he was…

She still couldn't say it out loud.

She saw Bakugo pacing up and down his room, fuming. Whether he was more upset that she caught him with his pants around his ankles or because she cut him off in the middle of it, she wasn't one-hundred percent sure. But at least he wasn't threatening her with death or blowing up the bed she currently sat on.

That was a good thing right.

Uraraka turned her attention from the seething blonde to something less antagonistic. She eyed the book that now lay on the floor near her.

"I thought you said it was trash and cringe as fuck." Her voice came out steady, surprising even herself.

"What?" Bakugo followed her gaze to the book on the floor before glaring at her once more, "Were you even listening to me?!" He said exasperatedly.

"Not really, no." She answered truthfully. Uraraka could see a multitude of emotions flash in his eyes before he closed them and inhaled deeply.

"Are you really telling me that despite everything that happened," he motioned between himself and the scorched ceiling as if to prove a point, "Your takeaways were my reading glasses and the fact that I insulted your taste in books."

"Our taste in books." It sometimes felt like a different Uraraka Ochako took over for her whenever she was alone with Bakugo. She didn't mind her, she just wished she could be this bold all of the time.

"Excuse me." His voice, acidic.

"Well from where I was standing it looked like you enjoyed the book too." She huffed.

"Careful Cheeks." He growled.

"Am I wrong?" She asked innocently.

"What the fuck are you even doing in my room?! I thought you were all about manners and shit. Why didn't you fucking knock?!" He deflected.

"Why didn't you close your door if you were going to…" The fire in her words died out, she couldn't say it.

"What?" Bakugo smirked at her. "If I was going to what?"

"Do…" Uraraka couldn't get it out. She felt the all too familiar heat rush to her face.

"Do what, Round face?" He had found a new way to make her squirm and he was reveling in it.

"Do...that." She tried to sound confident but her voice cracked at the end.

"So you're telling me you can read about sex slaves but you can't say masturbate." He challenged.

Uraraka swallowed loudly. Hearing him speak so bluntly was disconcerting, especially after seeing his…his uhm…well his… She stuck out her tongue at him childishly. Jerk.

"What part are you on?" She tried to change the course of the conversation, make him squirm for a change.

"Tch." He bent down to pick up the book and then tossed it at her

"That doesn't actually answer my question."

"Just open it." He mumbled, a small blush forming at the base of his neck and working its way up and pooling at his cheeks.

Feeling a weird sense of power at making the great big Bakugo blush, she opened the book and began to read quietly. Her body began reacting immediately to the words on the page, quickly reminded her of what had brought her marching to his room in the first place.

Her knees trembled, and nervousness skittered up her spine like a splintered piece of wood catching on silk.

Damon pulled at her hand and guided her down to the floor between his legs. There was plenty of space between his chair and the table, and she settled gingerly on her heels, careful of the plug stretching her ass as she moved.

She remembered this scene vividly. It had brought another fantasy in what was becoming an ever-growing list. Exhibitionism. Being watched. Just thinking about it made her body erupt in goosebumps.

Her mouth went dry. The air around her thickened, making it hard to breathe. She could tell something was shifting.

They locked eyes, neither daring to blink. Speaking without words, Bakugo nodded in response to her silent question.

She began to read aloud as he went to lock the door.

"He never spoke to her, never gave her instructions, but his demand was clear. Pleasure him. There as he conversed with his colleagues, she was to perform as the slave she wanted to be."

Uraraka glanced up from the book and saw Bakugo walking back in her direction. His pupils were blown until his eyes looked almost black.

The sweet, innocent girl of earlier was no longer present. Any part of her that was timid had long been gagged and suppressed. She was not quite sure what was happening but for once she didn't care. She scooched to the side to give him some room and waited until he sat down next to her to continue.

"Long, hard strokes. Breathless. His taste filled her. And then as she tasted his pre-cum, he pulled sharply at her hair and held her head away from his cock…" She heard Bakugo hiss beside her as the last word left her lips.

If he was feeling even a fraction of what she was at the moment she completely understood. His audible reaction to her voice, to the words she was saying, awoke a side of her she had only just begun to scratch the surface of.

Remembering when Bakugo had read a passage of the book aloud to her, Uraraka grabbed his hand and placed the book in it. If his monotonous tone had managed to electrify her, she almost shook with the anticipation at what magic his voice would do now.

Bakugo cautiously took the book from Uraraka, shifting on his bed until his back hit the wall, eyes never leaving Uraraka. With a sultry smile, Uraraka slid in between his legs, positioning herself so her back laid flat against his chest. His breath tickling the back of her neck.

They remained in silence. Chests rising and falling in unison. Uraraka could feel his stiff member against the small of her back and she rubbed against it with purpose.

"Uraraka?" He groaned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Read." She commanded with a voice that sounded so different from her own she almost turned to see if anyone else was in the room. Uraraka heard Bakugo take in a shaky breath.

"And then she heard it." His voice was hoarse, and she felt it rumbling through every nerve in her body."The line from her fantasy as one of the other men calmly asked if Damon would loan the services of his slave so that he too might be pleasured."

Uraraka felt her pussy throb with need. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to feel him. Uraraka reached for his hand, guiding it towards her chest and proceeding to teach him how to tease and pull at her nipples in a way that had her moaning nonsense.

"Fuck, Uraraka, are you sure?"

"Read." She could hear the need in her voice but she was not present enough to feel any embarrassment. Bakugo pinched her nipples and she let out a low hiss, pressing back into him.

"Her heart thumped wildly. She remembered this, had almost been ashamed to put it down on paper. In her fantasy, Damon had commanded her to kneel between the knees of the other two men in turn and pleasure them with her mouth while he watched. Shit..." Uraraka had begun to grind softly against him.

"Angel?" His voice sounded strained.

"Just, please read." She whimpered, biting her lip to stifle yet another moan.

"Uraraka?" Bakugo sounded like he was in pain. She ignored him, however, choosing to focus on the feel of his penis rubbing against her ass.

"Wait…" He tried to remove his hand from where it cupped her breast but Uraraka held it firmly, "Why did you come to my room?"

Uraraka tried to keep him cupped against her breasts but Bakugo was stronger and managed to redirect their hands towards her waist.

Although it may have been Horny Uraraka running the show at the moment, it was still Uraraka, and she was tired of getting so close to the utmost peaks of pleasure only to be denied. Why was he always acting like he was forcing her into something she didn't want!?

Uraraka leaned up and turned to face him. "Do you not want this?" She asked, sounding frustrated. Had she read this all wrong? Again? Her heart tightened in dread and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

Uraraka started to pull away from him.

"What!?" Bakugo shrieked, reaching out and grabbing her by the wrist, "No." Uraraka felt the tears beginning to form. It was all too much.

"Shit. Uraraka yes, I…Fuck, come back here." He pulled her down in between his legs again. The hand not holding the book wrapping around her stomach and pinning her to him.

"Then what's the problem?" Uraraka could hear the pout in her voice but frankly, she didn't give a damn right now. He remained quiet long enough for Uraraka to try to pull away again.

"Stop that." He chided, sounding annoyed, "Let me think."

Uraraka huffed but stopped squirming.

"I've never done this shit." He said, finally breaking the silence. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

Oh.

"Bakugo, let go of me." She said sternly.

"Are you gonna leave?" His voice sounded small. It was still so unnerving to see Bakugo express any emotion other than annoyance, anger, and on the rare occasion, bloody murder.

"No." She said sincerely, letting herself relax into him. He slowly loosened his hold, giving her enough space to turn back towards him.

"I don't know what I'm doing either." She said with a small, but hopefully reassuring smile.

"Not even with that stupid nerd." He spat, turning his face away from her.

What? Uraraka took a couple of seconds to process his words. How had he known about her crush on Deku? She had tried really hard to keep it a secret, and she had been successful for a while. The girls eventually all found out but she always thought, hoped, the boys had remained oblivious. Nothing worse than having the whole class learns of her rejection.

"You were always giving him this pathetic ass look every time you thought no one was paying attention."

Was he jealous?

"How would you know?" She countered, attempting to sound playful but missing the mark. Feeling him stiffen and start to pull away, she sighed heavily before speaking.

"No Bakugo, not even Deku." She conceded. He said nothing but she felt him relax against her.

"Why did you come to my room?" He repeated.

Uraraka closed her eyes. It wasn't that she minded telling him. Okay, that was a lie...but it wouldn't be as terrifying, she supposed, if she knew what the heck they were doing. Their faces were so close to each other now, his breath tickling her lips.

"Bakugo," Her voice trembled, "Do you like me?"

Uraraka felt the whole room still, not a sound could be heard. Even their jagged breathing stopped, each holding their breaths.

After a moment, Uraraka braved a look and when her eyes met his he was looking at her with genuine bewilderment.

"What kind of dumbass question is that?"

"Do you or don't you?" She asked again. Uraraka needed to hear it from him. She needed to hear him say it. She had had enough of reading into things and misinterpreting actions.

"Have I not made it clear enough?"

"No. The opposite actually." She whispered. It was unsettling how exposed she felt at the moment.

Bakugo sighed, running his free hand through his hair pulling at it in frustration.

"Fine, you want to hear it." He growled, sounding oddly fired up, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, staring so deep into her brown eyes she could feel his words reverberate deep in her soul. Her heart thundered in her chest and her throat tightened with an emotion she didn't have a name for yet. Trapped in his gaze, she leaned in towards him, slowly closing the gap.

Her lips lightly brushed his, as she planted a chaste kiss. Soft and tender.

I like you too.

Uraraka started to pull away, but Bakugo didn't give her the chance, reclaiming her lips. She felt heat pool in between her legs once more.

"Read." She whispered in between his assault on her lips.

"Uraraka," He snarled, "Tell me why you came to my room?"

"I..I want to…I haven't…and…I," All she had to do was say it out loud and she was pretty positive he'd deliver. His eyes bore into her, hungry. His hands held her firmly against him and his erection never wavered. He wanted her. All she had to was say it out loud. Do it.

"I want to come," Uraraka stated simply, rubbing herself against him just in case her words were somehow unclear. "Now, please, read." She closed her eyes, lost in the feel of his strong hands on her waist. One slowly worked it's way back up to her chest, cupping her breast while he kissed her neck. The other reached for the book. Pressing closer to her, he began...

"I don't share what is mine," He purred into her ear causing her to moan and grind against him once more. Bakugo picked up his ministrations, pinching and rubbing her nipples above her shirt. Uraraka moaned, her pussy throbbing against her shorts. Not really caring about much else, she began to gently stroke herself, running her fingers up and down her crotch. It didn't feel as good had she been fully naked, but it helped ease some of the tension.

Bakugo cursed against her shoulder, seemingly mesmerized by her actions.

"Bakugo, please."

"Katsuki." He whispered into her ear, before flicking his tongue against her earlobe. Uraraka pushed against him, needing to feel all of him.

"Katsuki, please." She whined, correcting herself. Fuck, his voice was like gravel and every time he spoke her inner walls clenched.

"She blinked in surprise." He continued reading, "Though the words had been directed at the two men, Damon stared down at her the entire time as though his statement had been directed solely at her. 'You are, however, free to observe as my slave pleasures me," He whispered the last sentence into the crook of her neck before kissing it, slowly sucking and pulling at the skin.

Uraraka began rubbing herself harder but it was no use. There was too much fabric in the way. Besides, it wasn't her fingers she wanted. Wasn't that why she had dragged herself from her room and into his?

She pulled her hand from in between her legs and turned towards him, attacking his lips with a fervor that he happily reciprocated. Bakugo turned the rest of her until she was kneeling in between his legs. Their tongues desperately lapped at each other, hungrily devouring all that the other had to offer. Bakugo guided her legs over his until she straddled him. They continued their kiss, until Bakugo pulled away first, gasping for air and eyes wild with lust.

That was all she needed. Uraraka spread her knees a little further as she grabbed one of his hands and slowly guided it towards her heat. Uraraka used her other hand to move her shorts and panties to the side granting him access.

Bakugo's eyes widened. She saw him lick his lips and she could feel his hand shaking in hers.

"Are you sure?"

Uraraka nibbled at her lower lip. Was she? She tried to focus on the part of her that wasn't burning with desire, but it didn't exist. She was consumed with want but she was still Uraraka. She wanted this. Uraraka let go of his hand and nodded, "I'm sure."

Bakugo swallowed loudly, letting his newly freed hand rest against her inner thigh, his fingers light and shaky against her skin. He caressed her thigh softly and she could feel her pussy begin to drip, readying itself for him. He looked into her eyes once more, searching for something. Anything that might mean she didn't want this. Uraraka was positive that all her eyes reflected was her need. For him. For his touch.

She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers stroke the length of her slit once, soft and tentative. He was exploring, gaging her reaction. Bakugo's other hand rested on her ass, already familiar with that part of her body, he began cupping and massaging her cheek. She moaned again.

"More." She managed to say, as she leaned over him, her forehead resting on the wall behind him. Uraraka closed her eyes as his touches gained confidence. Her moans providing all the fuel he needed. Bakugo began toying with her entrance, slipping the tip of one finger before pulling it out quickly. It was almost as if he was asking for permission to enter her.

"Katsuki, please."

Bakugo inserted one long finger inside her causing both of them to curse.

"Uraraka you're so fucking wet." He sounded awed, but Uraraka couldn't concentrate. Bakugo began pumping his finger in and out of her slowly, curling at the top before exiting. Slowly, he added another finger.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight." Her pussy clenched and flexed around him, trying desperately to hold him in place. He didn't even know he had it in him say such things, but her reaction prompted more.

"Do you like that, baby?" He began pumping her faster. Uraraka mewled. Yes. She liked that very much. She began to thrust into his fingers as he drove them deep inside her, deeper than she could have ever reached by herself. Bakugo pressed his two fingers even deeper, causing Uraraka to curse his name and press into him harder. Bakugo stopped moving his hand and let her fuck herself with his fingers.

"Yes, baby, just like that. You know what you like don't you?" His voice deep and hoarse, encouraging her lewd actions. Uraraka nodded, unable to speak anymore. She was so fucking close and she had never had anything this deep inside her before.

"Come on, Angel, fuck my fingers, just like that." Uraraka moaned at his obscene languages but she kept thrusting against him with fervor.

"I'm close," She whined.

"That's it, baby. You're almost there, angel. This is why you came looking for me right. Because you wanted me to help you come." He spurred her on with his praise, dragging moan after moan from her lips.

"So close…"

"You wanted to come around my fingers. Was that it? You wanted to come while I was buried deep inside you?"

"Fuckkk…" Uraraka cursed into the wall before she felt herself finally tumble over the edge. Weeks of being wound so tightly, of getting there but never quite completing her journey, and...finally! Her whole body spasmed as it released a multitude of denied orgasms in one go. Bakugo used his free hand to hold her up but kept his fingers inside her until her last wave subsided. Once she stopped convulsing, he slipped his fingers out of her slowly. Uraraka hissed as he departed her, feeling overly sensitive and suddenly empty.

Bakugo repositioned her underwear and shorts and guided her back down to his bed, sitting her to his left. Uraraka was probably in a post-bliss haze but she could have sworn she saw him lick his fingers clean. Feeling too exhausted to be mortified by it, she simply closed her eyes.

"Cheeks? What are you doing?"

She was tired. Her body felt like jelly and her mind was in somewhat of a euphoric state. Uraraka hadn't been able to sleep all week and her exhaustion hit her like a train. All she wanted was to close her eyes for a bit. "So it's Cheeks again?" Uraraka said through a yawn.

She opened her eyes in time to see him smirking down at her.

Uraraka stretched out an arm which he took without question. She quickly used her quirk to cancel his gravity and before he knew it he was being dragged down next to her. She mumbled a quick 'Release' before burrowing into his side. His smell was intoxicating, a sugary spicy aroma that made her feel all types of fuzzy feelings.

"I'm not tired and you can't fall asleep here." His words said one thing, but he began to adjust himself next to her.

"Bakugo..." Uraraka moved a bit to the side to give him space to lay down, "Shut up."

He laughed but said nothing else, reaching for his phone instead. It was a little past 5 pm which meant most people would be at dinner. It wasn't uncommon for Uraraka or him to skip a meal. The two of them skipping the same meal on the same day shouldn't draw too many questions. Hopefully.

He set an alarm for 6 pm and put his phone on do not disturb before putting it back in his pocket.

It would be horrible if they got caught like this. He didn't want to spend two nights inside Principal Nezu's office.

How would he explain this? Bakugo looked down at the girl lying next to him. One arm pillowed her head while the other draped loosely over his stomach. Her breathing had evened out making him think she had really fallen asleep. He noticed how exhausted she looked when they were fixing the door earlier.

He wasn't sure what could be keeping her up at night, but he sure as hell knew why he hadn't been able to get a good night's rest recently.

Bakugo tensed as Uraraka cuddled closer to him. What was happening? How had they gone from classmates to...whatever this was?

He was pretty positive he didn't deserve this. Bakugo had been nothing but a giant dick to everyone, including her. And yet, here she was. Asleep in his bed, after he just spent the last couple of minutes knuckle-deep inside her.

It wasn't in his character to reflect on such things and normally he wouldn't be doing it now, but the conversation with All-Might yesterday had left him shaken and confused. For once, All-Might didn't want to discuss Deku's dumbass. No, All-Might had wanted to talk to him...about her.

He wasn't an idiot. He was sure all the adults had seen Uraraka calm him down in Principal Nezu's office. Still, if it was up to him he would have pretended it never happened. It was unsettling to think that one person could have such an effect over him.

Bakugo had never wanted this. Feelings. Emotions. All of it was fucking pointless. The number one hero didn't need any of it. All-Might hadn't. Bakugo hadn't realized how strongly he held on to that belief until All-Might told him he had. He had fallen in love and chose to distance himself for their safety.

Bakugo was still trying to process everything that All Might had told him when he felt a soft but firm body crash into his side. She had waited for him and his heart skipped a beat.

What was this girl doing to him?!

It was disgusting.

He hated feeling so…

Uraraka started snoring softly, breaking him from his anxious thoughts.

She looked so at home in his bed, as if she had slept there a million times.

He had never asked for this and yet here she was.

A part of him wanted desperately to push her away, to take back what he had said earlier. Still, when Uraraka cuddled into him, the arm across his stomach hugging him tighter, another part of him couldn't help but feel peace.

AN: Hi, this AN will be a little bit longer than usual and I hope the longer than usual chapter will make up for it :P

When I first posted this story I stated that Firsts was meant to be something fun, nothing too serious or angsty and hopefully very, very smutty (we're getting there lol). And this is still my number one goal.

I (like many others) use reading as a brief, but necessary, escape from my everyday life and I hope this story has provided you all with a safe space to do so as well. Ultimately, this story is a series of Kacchako shenanigans meant to brighten up your days (and mine, because I love writing this story!)

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