Uraraka stared at her reflection for the umpteenth time.
After high tailing it out of class and racing to the dorms, she managed to take a shower and settle in her room before anyone else had made it back. Her hair still wet and wavy, framed her face in a flattering manner. She had managed to put a little liner and tinted lip balm to add some color to her face and chose an oversized graphic band tee and some biker shorts to complete her "this is definitely how I always dress to relax and do homework in my room, Bakugo, so stop giving me that look" look. She was aiming for casual, but now staring at herself in the mirror she was contemplating if she was maybe trying too hard.
Her phone buzzed from the bed, taking Uraraka's attention off herself for a bit. Since racing out of class she had received a couple of messages.
Hey, are you okay? You kind of flew out of class. - Deku
Girly, you gotta be more subtle than that :p - Mina
Cheeks?! What the fuck was that all about. - He who will not be named at the moment.
This time it was the group text, the girls were organizing where to hang out and who would bring what as the countdown to internship announcements continued to tick off. She hadn't told them she would not be joining them. She was hopeful that they'd catch on without coming to look for her. Plus, she was confident that Mina would put two and two together and keep the girls from coming knocking. And by girls she strictly meant Hagakure.
She was pretty confident Deku, Iida, and Todoroki would not come searching for her. They were quite fond of giving her space whenever she acted a bit out-of-character. Most times, today for example, she was grateful for it, although every now and then it frustrated her a little. Before Uraraka could further overthink her outfit choice she heard a voice from the other side of her closed bedroom door.
"Cheeks, you in there?"
Bakugo.
Her stomach did more flips than it had ever done in her life.
Oh God... What had she been thinking? Nerves seemed to gripe her, making her slightly dizzy.
A knock on the door startled her back to the present.
She slowly made her way to her bedroom door and opened it just a sliver. He was still in his school uniform and he was glaring at her.
His piercing red eyes freezing her to the spot. Unable to speak or move she just stared at him.
"Are you going to let me in?" Bakugo huffed, annoyed. But Uraraka saw a flash of a different emotion flicker in his eyes. Fear? What could he possibly be afraid of?
Bakugo shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
"Oh…uhm…yea..ha ha" Uraraka laughed nervously as she opened her door further and made room for him to walk in, "Come..." She squeaked louder than she anticipated. She quickly cleared her throat before continuing, "Come in."
Bakugo didn't move. He stared at her again, seemingly searching for something. Uraraka held his gaze for a second before looking away. He really had the most intense of stares…and even if he didn't Uraraka couldn't look him in his eyes without erupting into a raging blush.
"You sure? I can…uhm, I can go." Bakugo said tightly. Try as she might, Uraraka could not make her lips move to formulate a response. After another couple seconds of silence Bakugo sighed. "I didn't mean to bug you." He said, already turning and walking away.
Uraraka internally chastised herself as she let him walk away. She had wanted to stop him but her nerves were making it impossible to force any noise past her lips, much less a full sentence.
She stared into the empty space where Bakugo had stood not even minutes ago...all her plans for tonight quickly devolved because of her sudden inability to speak to her...whatever he was to her at the moment (boyfriend?).
She groaned out loud before closing her door. She had to get it together. It's not like they haven't done…stuff before. Even if it had been a couple of weeks since they last kissed. But, she supposed, other than her edging induced delirium, Uraraka had never initiated anything like this before. What if he said no? What if he didn't want her like that?
Uraraka closed her eyes and took a couple of deep, calming breaths.
She steeled herself and with all the determination she could muster she shoved her nerves deep, deep, down and marched out of her room, down the hallway, and up to Bakugo's.
Uraraka's determination quickly fizzled as she stood in front of his bedroom door. Insecurity griped her once more, making her stomach do all types of weird flips.
OMG! She wanted to smack herself. WHY?! Why was this so difficult? She had worked through her plan for about a week now. Going through every detail and now? Now she couldn't even knock on his stupid door!?
Uraraka closed her eyes and tried to take calming breaths.
"Were you planning on standing there forever or can I help you?" Bakugo's irritated voice shook her out of her weak attempt at meditation.
"Bakugo?! " She exclaimed, startled by the loudness of his voice, "What are you doing here?"
Bakugo gave her the most incredulous look and opened his door further in answer.
Ah well, yes. This was his room. That she had walked too. So it made sense he'd be here. In his room. Because it was his room.
Uraraka ran a shaky hand through her hair. Things could not be further from what she had imagined would happen tonight.
Bakugo was supposed to come to her room and she was going to let him in, slowly closing and locking the door behind him. In her mind, he would then turn around a bit confused and probably still a bit irritated at her disappearance act from earlier, but before he could say anything Uraraka was going to shut him up with a kiss. A kiss that would slowly begin to evolve as she pushed him backwards, guiding him towards the bed. Once she had them there she would pull back and smile the most seductive little smile she could muster and then walk back towards the door and lock it. Bakugo would be so stunned that he wouldn't be able to say a word but he would give her that intense stare that made her tremble with anticipation. She would take off her shirt slowly, letting him see how every muscle moved, how her breasts bounced when she finally tossed her shirt to the side. He would be as turned on as she was and he wouldn't be able to hide it. Then she'd pull out the book Mina had lent her after lunch and she was going to sit on his lap and read a passage or two...Just like last time. And she'd finally get to feel his touch on her skin, the warmth of his breath as he breathed on her neck and the wetness of his kiss on her lips.
She had this all planned out. And somehow she couldn't see it through.
"I'm sorry," she finally said making her way into his room. "Sorry, I messed this up."
Bakugo remained silent as he turned to close the door, his hand momentarily lingering on the doorknob before locking it and turning back to face her.
"You're freaking me out, Round Face."
Uraraka stared at him before letting out a huff of frustration as she sat down on his bed, "I know. I'm sorry…I just. I had this whole thing planned and then I…I don't…I just got so…" she could feel herself losing steam in her ramblings.
She felt the dip in the bed when Bakugo sat down next to her, but otherwise they remained silent.
Uraraka suddenly felt a pair of strong calloused hands grab both of hers, turning her body slightly to face him. Her eyes immediately found him and she couldn't help the blush that followed.
"Try that again and how about you try and make some damn sense this time around."
How was she supposed to explain this? She closed her eyes once more trying to find the right words that didn't make her sound like a horny, sex-crazed teenager.
"Do you no longer want to do this?" Bakugo's voice took on a professional tone as he let go of her hands.
Uraraka opened her eyes expecting to still see his staring back at her but he was looking down at the floor.
The sudden turn in conversation left Uraraka confused…"What?"
Bakugo shot up from the bed and walked a few paces towards his desk. Without turning around to look at her he continued, "I get it. I understand."
"Bakugo what are you talking about?"
"Look, I get it." He practically growled but still wouldn't turn around, opting to face the wall instead. "I hear the talk around school. And after what happened at the - " Uraraka could see him take a deep breath before continuing, his hands clenching and unclenching, a habit she had noticed he had whenever he was trying to calm himself down, "At the amusement park. I understand why you wouldn't want to be with me."
Uraraka let his words settle into her brain. Silence engulfed them but it had never been this loud. She could hear their heart beats, the only marker that time was still moving forward.
And as was her custom to do in the most serious of moments, Uraraka laughed. A short, bubbly sound that was more gargling than laughter but still.
She really needed to get this fixed.
She kept laughing at the worst moments.
Bakugo finally turned towards her, looking like he was about to shoot explosions off at any given moment.
Uraraka could see the walls slowly starting to come back up between them she had to say something, literally anything, and quickly before he fully believed that she was trying to break up with him.
"I'm sorry Katsuki." Uraraka managed to find her voice. "I'm not trying...Look, I haven't been trying to break up with you if that's what you think." She said a bit more defensively than she had aimed for.
"Could have fooled me." Bakugo grumbled, but she saw him release a breath she hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"I was trying to..." Uraraka's voiced cracked. He wasn't moving any closer to her and she realized he was expecting a bit more in terms of an explanation for her erratic behavior the last hour. Uraraka cleared her throat and started again,. "I was trying to seduce you" she said sheepishly. She knew her face was red with embarrassment but she'd rather him think she's the world worst seductress in history than what he currently was thinking.
Bakugo said nothing for a minute. Uraraka was starting to think he hadn't heard her and was slowly dreading having to say it all again when his voice interrupted her panicking.
"You were trying to… seduce me?" He turned back to her, his face a mixture of relief and genuine confusion before landing on severely ticked off. "Please. For the love of…Fuck! Please tell me how anything that has happened between the end of school bell and now screams seduction to you." He said pointedly, annoyance dripping in his every word. Uraraka would have felt offended if he hadn't made his way back to his bed and sat down next to her.
"I didn't say I was good at it." She huffed, "Just that I was trying too." Uraraka pouted in an effort to hide her mortification. Roles reversed she could see how her actions, or lack there-of, could be construed as no longer wanting to be with him.
They stayed quiet for a bit, each taking in the bizarre turn of events their evening had been.
"So," He said, sounding much more calm, "You're not trying to break up with me?"
"Are we something that can be broken up?" Uraraka heard what sounded like her voice ask the question before her brain even had time to process what was happening.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bakugo's voice was dancing a fine line between calm and frustration. Uraraka could hear it bubbling under the surface.
This whole damn day had been the worst case of whiplash for both of them.
Still, now that she had opened up that can of worms, it was hard to just…say nothing. If she was honest with herself, this question had plagued her for weeks. Every time someone asked her about Bakugo a little voice in the back of her head would also wonder. So much was left unsaid and she couldn't quite find her footing. It was unsettling to say the least. She understood that Bakugo was more of an actions over words type of guy and Uraraka was trying to be patient but she was quickly realizing that she did need some words. Specifically words that let her know where they stood. What were they?
"Well, it just hasn't actually been very clear. Are we a…are we, you know…"
"I swear if you say 'thing' I'll blast a hole through the wall and blame you." His irritation at the word 'thing' palpable.
Uraraka couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. She couldn't blame him. Uraraka was ready to zero gravity the next person who asked if they were a "thing" until they disappeared to outer space.
"I thought…think of you as…as my…" He tried to speak but he too couldn't get the words out of his mouth in the right order.
They stayed in silence for a bit longer. Each lost in their own mind trying to figure out how to vocalize what they felt. What they wanted. Uraraka felt afraid but it was a different type of fear. Was there such a thing as a good kind of fear? Yes. She mused, remembering the sensation she felt on the Turbo Drop, right as her and Bakugo reached the top of the ride...she remembered how her heart was racing, waiting for the drop that she knew was coming. Anticipation. And she remembered his warm hand, squeezing hers reassuringly. And when the drop finally came she remembered screaming but it wasn't out of fear. It was out of pure, unadulterated joy.
"I don't want to break up with you if that's what we are." Uraraka said, cutting through silence. Remembering their first date settled something in Uraraka. She wasn't sure what the future held for her, or them, but it didn't matter right now. She liked him and He said he liked her. Did it even matter if they were official or not? She reached out and grabbed his hand before continuing, "And even if that's not what we are..."
"We are." He cut her off, squeezing her hand, "You're my...You're mine."
The way he said it sent a jolt of electricity straight down to her core. Bakugo's room suddenly felt warmer.
"But not if you don't want to..to be…my…" He tried to backtrack a little, trying not to sound too forceful or like Uraraka didn't have a say in the matter.
"I do." She whispered, "I want to be yours."
They stayed holding hands, red faced and silent but happy nonetheless.
This had got to be one of the weirdest conversations they had ever had together and there had been some top contenders in the last couple of months
Bakugo was the first to regain his composure.
"Why were you trying to seduce me?"
"Oh God" Uraraka groaned, taking her hand back to cover her face. "Please don't remind me."
She could hear Bakugo chuckle beside her.
"Well, I'm glad you find this hilarious." she said, crossing her arms in annoyance.
Bakugo laughed. That sweet melodic laugh that had disconcerted her once upon a time but not now. He had blessed her with that laugh more times than she could count and if she wasn't so mortified she would have jumped him right then and there.
But she was.
Mortified, that is.
"Stop laughing! I tried to seduce my boyfriend and he thought I was trying to break up with him!" She shrieked. Not really angry but definitely not amused.
Bakugo got really quiet all of a sudden.
"Boyfriend?" He said the word like it was from an unknown language.
Had she really finally said it out loud?
"Uhm...well yes. You did say I was yours and I, um, I well...I assumed that means that you're, like, um, mine as well." Uraraka's face burned but she refused to let herself retract her statement. They were 17! About to become pro-heroes! Saying something as innocuous as boyfriend or girlfriend shouldn't be this big of a deal anyway. Who cares if this was her first boyfriend? It was bound to happen at some point right?!
Uraraka was so caught up in trying to talk herself out of the nerves she was feeling that she didn't notice the shift in Bakugo.
"Say it again." His voice sounded gruff. Deep and gravely and it caught her completely off guard.
"Boyfriend?" she asked but he shook his head at her.
"No. Say your mine."
She could feel the air between them charge with tension. Try as she might, her breathing was shallow, never quite filling her lungs. She felt light headed but she couldn't look away from him. His eyes pierced through her, holding her down where she sat on the bed. She tried to swallow but her mouth was suddenly dry. She tried to look away, catch her breath but when she attempted to turn her head his hand caught her jaw and held her in place.
"Say it again." He commanded.
"I'm yours."
The sound he made next could only be described as a growl before he pounced her. His lips crashed into hers and her body reacted immediately. She had missed this, Missed him. And she wasn't about to let this moment pass.
Uraraka wasn't sure when she had become so hungry for this, but damn did she need this.
She could feel the kiss ignite something within her. Her body shivered with desire. His lips melted into hers, his tongue unabashedly exploring her. Tasting her. His hands held her face close to his. She let herself fall backwards onto the bed and he followed her, unwilling to let any space get between them.
The fire within her roared and she pursued the kiss searching for...well she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for but she just knew that if they kept kissing each other like this, if he kept holding her like this, she might just be able to figure it out.
Bakugo stopped the kiss so abruptly that Uraraka whimpered in annoyance causing him to chuckle. She was about to protest but when she looked into his eyes…those damn red eyes that seemed to always bore straight through her she lost all coherent thought. She could feel her heartbeat down between her legs and it was almost like Bakugo could hear it too. His eyes had darkened, his lips bruised and shiny with their combined spit. It should have been gross but it only furthered her desire.
He got off her, standing up and stared down at her. He looked so domineering that Uraraka couldn't help but draw parallels to the book that had started all of this. She squeezed her thighs together to get some sort of friction. Bakugo saw and had the gall to smirk down at her. Uraraka would have said something witty in retort but she was currently extremely busy being so unbelievably turned on by all of it, him towering over her, smirking down at her, seemingly unaffected, that she would have to let it slide.
She no longer cared to hide what she was doing and began squeezing and rubbing her thighs. It wasn't his fingers but it would have to do. Bakugo just stared at her. God she could feel the pressure building. She closed her eyes. So close.
Uraraka felt his warm hands on her knees as he swiftly pulled her legs apart, effectively stopping her from reaching her climax. Uraraka opened her eyes, and huffed with frustration. She would have cussed him out if he wasn't still leaning into her knees, smirking down at her. "Why'd you stop me?" She tried to sound calm but it came out a bit whiny, even to her. She didn't even have time to feel embarrassed before he felt him drop down between her legs and slowly ghost his lips up her thigh. Shit.
"Ka..Katsuki?"
"Why were you trying to seduce me Cheeks." He said into her thigh. The vibration of his words shooting straight into her core. Uraraka tried to close her legs but Bakugo wouldn't let her. An unmoving barrier between them. "Answer me Round-face."
Another command.
And just like before her body responded by sending a shot of adrenaline to every nerve ending.
Goodness what was happening to her?!
"It had…" Fuck. He had begun leaving wet kisses up and down her thighs and she was finding it harder to breathe. He stopped and only resumed his actions until Uraraka began speaking again, "It had, uhm…" Bakugo would get close to her apex only to redirect down her other leg. "Uhm...What was the question?" Uraraka couldn't think straight. Just touch me there. Kiss me there. That's all her brain could think.
Bakugo stopped what he was doing, standing back up. Uraraka looked up at him once more but before she could ask anything he grabbed one of her wrists and dragged her up off the bed. Standing in front of him, her wrist still in his hold she dared look into his eyes.
She saw fire in them. The same fire she felt inside her. All over her.
"Why did you want to seduce me." He asked her again but it came out more as a statement.
Bakugo always pushed her to be stronger. Fiercer. And this was no exception, she realized. Say what you want and be unapologetic about it.
"It had been a while since we last did anything like this," she motioned between them, her voice came out breathier than she would have liked but it was clear. "And I missed it."
Bakugo's face lit up from within. She could see it. The fire in his eyes raged and the hand that held hers, snaked its way up her arm and behind her head, grabbing a fistful of it before crashing his lips down on hers once more.
It was like one of his explosions. Crackling. Simmering.
Bakugo and Uraraka became tangled in a mess of hands and lips simultaneously trying to touch and kiss every exposed part of their bodies. Bakugo pushed her back down to the bed, something that Uraraka was becoming damn fond of. He could push her onto his bed as many times as he wanted so long as he quickly followed her down. Uraraka opened her legs, letting him settle in between them as he continued to kiss down her neck.
She grinded up into him, feeling just how much he wanted her too.
"Fuck." He moaned into her clavicle. His hips rutted into her despite himself making Uraraka moan louder than she probably should have. She was sure their classmates were back in their dorm but she couldn't help it. Not when she was this wound up.
"Katsuki please." She begged but she wasn't sure what she was begging for. But Bakugo seemed to know and he began to grind into her with reckless abandon. His clothed erection pressing into her clit with just the right amount of force…at just the right angle. She was so close. Her hips kept chasing her release.
She needed more.
But she wasn't ready for that just yet. Was she? Her lust filled mind was making it really hard to find reasons as to why this wasn't a particularly good idea. Was he ready?
Bakugo must have sensed a shift in her because he pulled back slightly, his hips stopping their movements.
"Ochako?" He asked and she could hear the concern.
"Don't stop." Uraraka tried to pull him back down but he was immovable.
"Are you sure?" He asked again. The sweetness in his voice was a sharp contrast to the rough way he had just been handling her. She must have taken a second too long to respond because he was already pulling away.
She pulled at his arm, trying to stop him.
"Tell me what's wrong Cheeks" He stopped trying to pull away but he didn't get closer. "If it was too much? Or…whatever. Just tell me."
They had a bit of a stare off before Uraraka sighed in defeat. He wasn't going to do anything further without her telling him so what was the point of even trying to convince him otherwise. He could be so damn stubborn.
"I was thinking I wanted more but…" She spoke softly.
"But." It wasn't a question but he waited for her to continue.
"But I don't think I'm…" She tried to keep her calm. This was definitely something they would have to talk about eventually so why not now.
"We don't have to do anything that you aren't ready for." He said with such intensity that Uraraka wasn't sure how to respond. In fact the only thing she could think of was something she was exponentially sure she shouldn't be saying. Not yet at least.
Uraraka wasn't sure where the rush of feelings had come from. Or how they had developed so quickly. But she didn't really have time to dwell on this sudden realization if she was ever going to get him to resume what he had been doing to her. Bakugo leaned back down and kissed her. It wasn't like the feverish, frantic kisses they had shared earlier. This was slower. Sweeter.
When he finally pulled back Uraraka understood what he was trying to convey to her. He would wait. They would go as fast or as slow as she was comfortable with and there was no need to feel embarrassed or pressured. Uraraka smiled up at him and gave him a brief nod. Bakugo smiled back at her and she could see he was struggling to say something.
She reached back up and this time she kissed him in the same leisurely rhythm he had pursued. Slowly she began to lay back down on his bed, guiding him on top of her once more. This time Bakugo followed her, deepening the kiss until she was pretty sure she would drown in him. She felt her desire for him begin to bubble beneath her skin. They might not go all the way tonight but she wasn't ready to stop quite just yet.
Bakugo finally pulled up for much needed air, "Angel."
"Hmmm" Uraraka didn't trust herself to speak.
"If you want a bit more. I uhm..." He seemed uncharacteristically nervous. This in itself was enough to perk her attention because she did, in fact, want more. "Well there's something I've been wanting to do. To you." He held her gaze despite the edge in his voice, "If you'd let me." He finished softly.
"What?" She asked even though she was pretty sure whatever he wanted to do to her she'd let him at this point.
His next move was unexpected. He leaned back into her, his hand running up her side as he nestled into her neck. He squeezed at her waist as he spoke into her skin…
"I want to taste you."
It took Uraraka a second before she understood what he meant.
Oh!
She was more than a little embarrassed at what he was offering but she could understand the desire. She had practically salivated at the thought of tasting him…and now that she knew how it felt. How he felt sliding in and out of her mouth. How he pounded into her and came down her throat…
Yea, she understood the feeling.
"Ok." She said, her voice small.
He pulled back in order to be able to look at her. To look into her eyes and see if they said any differently.
"You sure?"
Uraraka couldn't speak anymore. Her body was electrified, every part of her stood at attention, anticipating what was to come. She nodded, biting her lip as she looked into his eyes right back, attempting to convey through them what she couldn't verbalize.
He leaned in and kissed her once more. She could kiss him all day if he'd let her. He gently worked his way down her body, peppering kisses down her jaw as his fingers slowly traced a path down her side, down to her knee and back up again.
He spent some time on her neck. Nibbling and sucking…not enough to leave marks but enough to drive her insane with want.
"Katsuki please."
Although he continued his attention to her neck his hand traced its way in between them until it found where she ached the most. He cupped her pussy with an unexpected force that made her yelp. Her outburst quickly turned into a loud moan as he began to stroke her over her shorts. Bakugo's lips returned to hers, devouring her as he continued to stroke her so maddingly slow that she had half a mind to bite his lips so hard that she'd draw blood.
"Lay down." He instructed her.
She couldn't obey fast enough. She was dying for release and he was promising it. He was going to get her there, she knew it. She just had to be patient.
"Take off your shorts."
Once more she obeyed.
"Good girl."
"Oh god!"
He let out a breathy chuckle before taking off his shirt and tie.
Had she said it out loud?
"I should've known you'd be into that Angel." He stared down at her…Her face was flushed, eyes full with lust, lips puffy and wet. She was still in her shirt, long enough that it covered her what he was dying to taste, but just barely. Fuck! He wish he could take a picture of her like this. He wanted this image of her branded into his brain if possible.
"You're fucking gorgeous Ochako" He said still looking down at her. Her face erupted into the cutest blush he'd ever seen. If possible the tent in front of his pants got bigger.
She wanted more and she'd get more.
"Take off your shirt." He had noticed how his commanding tone made her react. Given her choice of books it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. What was surprising was how much it turned him on as well. And when she did as she was told without complaint…it was almost enough to make him come right then and there. But no. He took calming breaths…this was about her. Her pleasure. Her needs.
Left in only her bra and underwear Uraraka looked at him…waiting.
Bakugo kneeled into his bed, moving until he was directly in front of her. Uraraka opened her legs slightly for him and he once again wondered what possible thing he could have done to ever deserve her.
"Take off your underwear for me Angel." He said, his voice sounded rough. And far away. And when she did as she was told once more he couldn't help the swear that left his lips.
Once her underwear landed on the floor next to the rest of her clothes Bakugo let out the breath he had been holding.
"Open your legs for me. Let me see."
Fuck. Uraraka was about to come and he hadn't even done anything yet. She felt exposed and deep down she was aware of how embarrassing this was but that was way deep down. At the surface all she could think about was do as he says and you'll get that release you've been craving. He'll give it to you.
She opened her legs. The cold air in the room juxtaposed against the heat radiating from her core made her hiss. She could feel her pussy pulsing, contracting around nothing but so desperate for something. For him.
"Fuck Ochako." He said barely above a whisper.
Neither could fully comprehend what was happening. Acting on instinct and desire more than forethought.
He leaned in and kissed her thigh, slowly working his way up to her.
"Please, Katsuki." The anticipation was killing her. She was sure she'd come as soon as he touched her.
Bakugo could smell her and it was intoxicating. Her pussy was dripping and he wanted to taste it so bad…so fucking bad…
Uraraka moaned loudly when she felt his tongue take a tentative lick. "God!" She shouldn't feel this good. It couldn't be possible to feel this turned on.
Bakugo licked her again, up the length of her cunt, swirling it at the clit before sucking on it. He didn't know what he was doing in the slightest but Uraraka's mewls and moans from above guided him. And fuck did she taste good. He sucked and licked and tasted as much of her sweet pussy as he could before he realized she was practically yelling his name.
"Angel, you gotta be quieter." He chuckled into her.
He was right. But it was hard. This was the strangest and most amazing sensation she had ever felt.
"I don't think I can Katsuki" She was way past shy. Her voice dripped with desire.
Katsuki laughed into her, his breath tickling her clit and she bit her lip in an effort to not yell out in pleasure.
"Here." He tossed a pillow at her. "Scream into this." And with that as a preamble he dipped into her once more. His tongue darted in between her folds. He could not think of anything more delectable than her throbbing pussy. And it was dripping and pulsing just for him. He could feel it on his tongue but there was only so deep he could reach like that.
He sucked her clit. Experimentally he rolled it delicately between his teeth. She tightened her legs around his head, moaning into the pillow loudly. With her beautiful noises leading him on he continued his assault. She began writhing into his face. Chasing that end she so craved. And if it was the last thing he ever did, he'd give it to her. He could see her sex clenching around air, desperate to be filled...and who was he to deny it? He slipped two fingers inside her as he sucked at her clit. Her pussy hugged around his fingers so tightly he began dry humping the bed, trying to imagine it was his dick and not his fingers she was clamping down on.
"Fuck! Katsuki!" She had dropped the pillow and he heard her loud and clear.
His free hand tossed the pillow back at her as his tongue began to lap at the liquid dripping from her cunt, his fingers pistoning in and out of her. She was close he could tell from the way she kept pushing herself into him.
He was also close. But it wasn't about him right now. Bakugo added a third finger as sucked on her clit once more and Uraraka exploded around him. Bakugo was all too content to lick her clean after he let her ride out her orgasm around his fingers.
They were left breathing hard. Uraraka still had the pillow on her face and Bakugo rested his head on her thigh as they both slowly leveled their breathing.
After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, Bakugo shimmied his way up her body to lay down next to her. She allowed herself to be cuddled. Her body felt like Jell-O and there was no possible way she could move unless moved.
Bakugo held on to her for some time before he finally broke the silence.
"Angel…"
"Hmmm"
"That is how you seduce someone." He said arrogantly.
She wanted to murder him but she couldn't help the laugh that exploded out of her.
She felt him smile into her shoulder.
After giving her one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her life she supposed she could let him have this one…
"Noted." She said, humor in her voice.
A very loud knock woke them up.
"Huh?" "What?" They both exclaimed. When had they fallen asleep? They both looked dazed and confused. Uraraka felt cold and looked down to see she had fallen asleep in just her bra!
Omg!
Another knock.
"Yo!" It was Kirishima.
"Fuck." Bakugo muttered under his breath as he tossed Uraraka her clothes. He looked down at his and released another string of expletives. Bakugo had come in his pants and then knocked out like that.
Uraraka quickly dressed as Bakugo bee-lined to his drawers for clean underwear and shorts.
"Hey, Baku bro! I know you're in there." He shouted and then quieted a bit, "And I know Uraraka-chan is in there too." He said softer. Uraraka appreciated Kirishima so much at that moment.
"Look I don't care but just letting you know that Aizawa-sensei is downstairs. Internship letters arrived. He was going to come up here himself but Mina stalled him."
Uraraka and Bakugo stared at each other.
"So hurry up, yea. And make yourselves look presentable." They could hear Kirishima's steps retreating.
Uraraka laughed again and Bakugo looked at her with judging eyes. Nerves. She tried to convey without saying. Her and that stupid habit!
"Oy! This shit isn't funny cheeks" He sounded annoyed but his eyes held all the laughter. "Hurry up and get ready."
Uraraka quickly borrowed his hairbrush and tried to make her hair look less…well less…yea, and deftly ignored his grumbles of not asking and learning how to not touch shit that wasn't hers as he changed.
It was all so strange in that it didn't feel strange.
There was no lingering awkwardness over what just happened between them. Getting ready in his room…dressing. Brushing her hair. Him tidying up his bed. It all seemed so…right.
Like if they had been doing this for decades and not stumbling around for the last couple of months.
"You ready Moonface."
"I told you to stop calling me that." She pouted and made for his door, "But yes, I am. Let's go."
He chuckled but followed her out of his room.
He was pretty sure he would follow her anywhere really.
For as long as she'd have him.
But it was still too soon to say such things.
Besides, they had some pretty big news awaiting them.
They could talk later.
