AN: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of oral sex/sexual interactions.
"Ka..aaahh…" His name transformed into a moan as he bit down on her clit. "Fuck." Despite knowing what that meant, she couldn't help the cuss word that fell from her lips.
"I already told you to stop cussing, Ochako." He sucked her clit hard, and she almost came undone right then but forced herself to breathe and continue walking down the edge that Bakugo currently had her on.
She had known Bakugo would eventually discover that her parents hadn't insisted on meeting him. They hadn't even known she would bring someone to them, let alone her boyfriend, but Uraraka needed them to meet each other after everything that had happened. It was as if, all of a sudden, she felt the heavy weight of time crashing down on her shoulders. Uraraka tried to be positive, but the nagging feeling that she was running out of time was always lurking in the shadows of her mind.
Uraraka took a gamble and hoped that Bakugo wouldn't be too upset. She was prepared to deal with some anger and a conversation addressing it and had thought of a million and one ways to explain herself on the car ride back to campus. He had been reticent on the drive back but hadn't seemed upset. Still, Uraraka worried. Maybe she shouldn't have lied to him.
They returned to their dorms hand-in-hand but not really talking. Uraraka had attempted to start a conversation several times, but Bakugo didn't seem to be all that interested in talking. The longer he kept at it, the more worried Uraraka became that she had seriously messed up. They made their way to the fourth floor, and before Uraraka could attempt to talk to him, Bakugo gave her a quick peck on the lips and said he had to go find "Shitty Hair," but he would text her later.
Uraraka tried to distract herself, but the longer Bakugo took to text her, the more nervous she became. By the time he texted her later that night to come to his room, she wasn't sure what to expect—the short walk from her room to his felt like she was walking to the gallows.
She had expected an angry Bakugo. But no. She had gotten a very different Bakugo, no less wild but in the mood to dish out a very different kind of tongue-lashing.
"You're late." He had said when she finally entered his room. "I was showering when you texted, so I had to…." Uraraka's explanation was cut off by Bakugo's kiss. It was a vicious kiss. He grabbed her by her jaw and practically dragged her lips up to his, crowding her until he pressed her against his bedroom door.
Just as quickly as he had started, he pulled back, leaving Uraraka confused and breathless, and if she was honest, a whole of a lot turned on.
Bakugo turned and went to sit on his desk chair while Uraraka remained leaning against his door and breathing heavily.
"Could you sit on the bed, please.." He had asked, but Uraraka knew she couldn't refuse his request. She wasn't sure if it was the book they had read that had started this or if it was always in Bakugo's nature, maybe both, but little by little, Bakugo began taking more and more control whenever they became physical with each other. Although they hadn't had many opportunities to do so, those had been enough for Uraraka to begin to distinguish this new tone of voice. A special voice that was reserved for only her ears.
Typically, Uraraka would have bantered with her boyfriend and teased a little. Challenge his "request," but she couldn't help but follow his instructions every time he used that voice. Uraraka should have balked at this discovery, and a part of her was wary of it, but she trusted Bakugo to never push for more than she was willing to give.
Uraraka had sat down on his bed. Her hair, still wet from her shower, dripped cold water down her neck, she wore a loose t-shirt and pajama shorts, but Uraraka was still burning up under his watchful gaze.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I wasn't sure if you would have gone otherwise." Uraraka had sped through her words, and Bakugo gave her a dry look.
"You should've asked me, Angel." She should've known she was in for it after he called her 'Angel.'. He only called her that when they were alone and naked. They were definitely alone, but they hadn't been naked. However, the tone in Bakugo's voice hinted that it would soon change.
Bakugo had stood up from his chair and slowly walked toward her. No, he stalked toward her. Like a lion might do his prey. The red in his eyes darkened, and he licked his lips as he approached her. Uraraka was nervous, her heart was beating rapidly, but it came from between her legs, not her chest.
"We are going to talk about this after Ochako," He said, tone a bit more serious, "but right now, I'm going to get some well-earned payback." Bakugo smiled down at her with the most mischievous grin she had ever seen, and she found herself squeezing her thighs.
Bakugo pulled her knees apart, stopping her from progressing down that route any further. "No, Angel." He said, falling to his knees in front of her. "I'm in control of what goes on down here. Not you." He bit the inside of her thigh, hard enough to cause a yelp at the sudden pain but not hard enough to mark. Before she could say anything, Bakugo was already kissing her where he had bit her.
Gone was the first-time awkwardness and shyness between them when it came to stuff like this. The more comfortable they became with one another outside the bedroom, the more confident they became inside of it. Bakugo spent no time stripping her of her clothes and delving between her parted thighs, sucking and licking until Uraraka was a writhing mess.
Bakugo would get her close and then pull away. He did it so much that Uraraka felt she was walking on a razor's edge.
And that's where she was right now. Her arousal multiplied every time she remembered that he was still fully clothed while she was completely naked.
"Angels shouldn't say bad words, Ochako." He spoke into her thigh before biting it again. Uraraka moaned, arching off the bed and trying to push herself into Bakugo, hoping he would finally take mercy and let her come.
"Please, Katsuki," She sounded wanton but didn't care. Bakugo chuckled, but it sounded endearing. Hopefully, that meant that he was satisfied and considered his payback completed.
"Not yet, Angel." He had gotten her to the edge and back more times than she could count using only his tongue. Her pussy clamped around the air, desperate to be filled with anything. His tongue. His fingers. His dick. Uraraka didn't care at this point so long as she came. Knowing Bakugo, though, if she suggested they had sex, he would halt this and want to discuss it.
Damn him. But the small part of Uraraka's brain that wasn't all consumed with desire knew that was probably for the best. She shouldn't make such a big decision in the heat of the moment, even if she were pretty sure she was falling in love with him. Maybe she was already there…
All thoughts escaped her brain when Bakugo inserted two long, calloused fingers inside her, so deep she almost came but held herself back. He hadn't told her she could yet, and despite how painful this was becoming, she would wait. Somehow the pain and the pleasure were melding together.
Bakugo didn't move his fingers, he just kept them sheathed inside her as she pulsed around them, her juices dripping down his hand. She felt him shift, and then he was on top of her, but his fingers never moved, driving her insane.
Before she could tell him so, he kissed her, his tongue barreled past her lips, and began wrestling her own for domination. She could taste herself on him, and even though some of her felt a little weird about it, she was way past the point of caring. So she gave as good as she got. Uraraka attempted to move her hips so she could fuck herself on his fingers, but Bakugo growled into the kiss and used his body weight to crush her down and prevent her from moving.
"Don't move." He said onto her lips, voice husky and deep. His clothed erection pressed onto her naked thigh, and Uraraka forced herself to think of literally anything else to avoid exploding into a million little pieces. But Bakugo was determined to keep her mind present on her body's continued torture.
She was about to cry out in need, her clit throbbing and aching, and her channel clasped around Bakugo's fingers, desperate for any friction.
"You can do this, Ochako," He whispered into her ear, "You can hold out a little longer." His voice was honey, but it had its intended effect. She held still and let him continue down her body, kissing and licking her breasts and then working his way back up. Her whole body trembled, but she held on to the edge until Bakugo pushed her off it.
No. Bakugo didn't push. He fucking thrust her off the edge. Suddenly, his lips were back on her breasts, where he clamped down on one pert nipple as he fucking finally started pushing his fingers in and out of her. The sound of her arousal, as he plunged into her, was lewd and only served to make her even more heated.
"Come, Ochako. Come all over my fingers Angel."
She bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming her release. Her body jerked as her orgasm erupted from her and down Bakugo's arm. He fingered her through it and held her trembling body onto his hard one as she came. Bakugo stayed inside her until she finally stilled. Uraraka couldn't remember the last time she had orgasmed that violently, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to again.
Her whole body felt like jelly, and she was pretty sure she would not be able to walk anytime soon.
Bakugo removed his fingers from her pussy and did something he had never done before - they had never done before. Bakugo brought his cum-coated fingers toward her mouth. Uraraka opened her lips, sticking her tongue out to take a tentative lick. Bakugo groaned appreciatively, which made her gain confidence. Uraraka opened her mouth more and took his fingers into it, sucking her juices off them, licking them until they were clean.
"Fuck." He groaned. Bakugo dragged himself up, his erection tenting in his sweats. Now, this was something they had done before.
Uraraka leaned back on his bed and waited as he released his erection. His dick was hard, pre-cum already leaking from the slit on the head of it. Using the fingers she had just licked, he began stroking himself, his eyes roaming her naked body lasciviously. "Do it." He said his voice like gravel.
Uraraka pushed her tits together, and he increased the pace of his strokes, kneeling on the bed next to her and staring at her boobs. Finally, she felt his hot come spray across her chest as Bakugo moaned his release.
After a minute of heavy breathing, Bakugo leaned down and kissed her softly. "Next time, just ask me, Cheeks. If it was that important to you, I would have said yes." Uraraka blushed but nodded. Bakugo retreated to get a clean towel and then came back and helped clean her of his spend, and then, surprising her, he also cleaned her between her legs. Despite everything they had done together, this was probably the most intimate, yet Bakugo had gone about it as if he had done it hundreds of times before.
He brought her clothes and helped her change into them. By the time they cuddled into each other in bed, Uraraka was close to tears. The more she thought about it, the more she concluded that she was actually way past falling in love with him. She was already there, and it physically hurt how quickly and deeply these feelings were settling within her.
"I really am sorry." She said, wiggling closer into his hold.
"I was never mad about it, Cheeks." He said, kissing her shoulder.
"So you just felt like torturing me for fun, then." She chided playfully.
"I'm pretty sure you liked it with how much you came on my fingers." He gloated, his cockiness showing through.
"Katsuki!" Uraraka tried to turn around to smack him, but Bakugo pressed her firmly into his back and wouldn't let her move, but she could feel his smile on her back..
"Tell me I'm wrong, Cheeks." His voice held humor.
Uraraka couldn't lie so she said nothing at all, grumbling as she settled into his pillow.
Bakugo barked a hearty laugh in response but took mercy and said nothing else, choosing to kiss her nape before whispering good night.
Uraraka fell asleep with a smile on her face. Time was weighing on her, on everyone, but when she and Bakugo were like this, it didn't seem, time didn't seem as daunting.
