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僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationship:

Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

Characters:

Uraraka OchakoBakugou KatsukiMidoriya IzukuIida Tenya

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Friends With BenefitsSex Standing UpCreampiesvibrating pantiessex in publicSex in Hero CostumesAnal PlayHe gets some anal play tooHandcuffsBondage gearPeggingrole playFantasy AUWell... kindaBakugou Katsuki is Bad at FeelingsFriends to LoversQuirk Kink (My Hero Academia)Orgasms in classAnal Fingering

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English

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NSFW Kacchako Week 2020 Collection

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Published:2020-10-26Completed:2020-10-31Words:19,567Chapters:7/7Comments:99Kudos:376Bookmarks:54Hits:8,514

Strictly Business

DoctorEmmitBrown

Summary:

Uraraka propositions Bakugo while sparring. Friends with benefits? Sure! So long as it's strictly business.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: An Arrangement

Summary:

The pair was in a workout room in the basement of the Ryukyu Hero Agency, working out after a long day. They were both at the agency for their third-year internships and had been paired up for most of their time there. It had been a little awkward at first, hanging out with Uraraka meant Deku was around a lot, but they soon fell into a comfortable rhythm. Bakugo was particularly keen on the quirk combinations they'd been working on.

She'd just destroyed that rhythm like a coked-up jazz drummer.

Notes:

Happy NSFW Kacchako Week 2020!

This fic follows all of the prompts for the rest of the week, and will be updated daily.

Day 2 prompt: Friends with Benefts.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"So what do you think?" asked Uraraka.

Bakugo stared down at her. "You're not fucking kidding, are you?"

The pair was in a workout room in the basement of the Ryukyu Hero Agency, working out after a long day. They were both at the agency for their third-year internships and had been paired up for most of their time there. It had been a little awkward at first, hanging out with Uraraka meant Deku was around a lot, but they soon fell into a comfortable rhythm. Bakugo was particularly keen on the quirk combinations they'd been working on.

She'd just destroyed that rhythm like a coked-up jazz drummer.

"You want to have sex." He blinked at her.

She nodded.

"With me."

Another nod.

He'd been so surprised when Uraraka propositioned him in the middle of their sparring session, that he'd dropped his guard, and she had taken the opportunity to tag him and activated her quirk. He was currently floating on the ceiling, staring down at her in disbelief. "Why?"

Uraraka shrugged. "It's been a while, and I miss it."

"You have Deku!"

She waved a hand in the air as if fanning his question away. "That ended months ago. You know Deku has been focusing more on his hero work ever since All Might died.'' Uraraka shifted slightly on her feet, and lifted her hand to grab her other arm. "He said he wouldn't be able to give me the attention I deserve."

Bakugo stared at her, slack-jawed, in disbelief.

Uraraka sighed, scrubbing a hand through her hair. "Look, I've just been feeling… frustrated lately. Stressed out. We're working a lot, and school isn't slowing down. I just need a release."

"You're not the only one," quipped Bakugo, gesturing to his still floating form.

Uraraka chuckled, then released her quirk, allowing him to gently drop to the floor. "So, will you do it?"

Bakugo looked her dead in the eyes. He could tell she was sincere; she'd always been straightforward, especially with him. It was one of the reasons he tolerated her.

His gaze drifted down her body, contemplating her question. She was wearing a sports bra and tight workout leggings in her usual pink and black color pallet. Bakugou had never bothered to look at her that closely before, but she was very attractive. Her fit body filled out her workout clothes nicely. Her exposed belly was taut and had the hint of a 6-pack showing, accompanied by a simple piercing in her navel, a pink stone set in a ring which made him wonder if she had anything else pierced. Her breasts were a nice size, and she had a delicious, curvy, hourglass figure. Her feet were bare save for the stirrups on her pants, and she wiggled her toes at him as his gaze focused on them.

It was a very enticing proposition. However… "I don't need Deku's sloppy seconds. Not interested." He crossed his arms, hoping that she didn't notice the growing erection tenting his shorts.

Uraraka rolled her eyes. "I told you, he's out of the picture, and has been for a while now." She stepped closer to him and sighed. "Look, I'm still kinda hurting from the breakup, so I'm not looking for another relationship, okay? I just figured that since you and Kyoka broke up last year you might be interested in a bedmate from time to time as well."

Bakugo's eyes widened. "Woah! Hey! Who blabbed about me and Ears?" He popped some small explosions in his palm in response, his scowl deepening. "I'll kill the fucking bastard!"

"Oh, hush. Nobody told, but everybody knew. You two weren't exactly discrete, sneaking off in the middle of the day. Or one of you going up in the wrong elevator." She narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk on her face. "And did you forget who had the room next to her last year? Kyoka seemed to really enjoy it when you spent the night." Her hand went to her forehead as she moaned in a high-pitched tone. "Oh, Blasty!"

Bakugo took a step back, a pained expression on his face. He had to admit that was a pretty damned good impression of Jiro. His body seemed to agree as well, as his cock throbbed at the memory of having her under him.

Uraraka had one thing right: it had been a while for him too. He and Jiro had gotten together during the cultural festival in their second year thanks to the reunion of the Class A band. They'd had a passionate but short fling. After only four months, they decided that while they made beautiful music together, their personalities clashed too much.

That was a year ago, and he'd been celibate ever since. His hand did the trick in a pinch, but it just wasn't the same as a warm body underneath his. Her offer was very tempting. "Just sex. No dates. We're just blowing off steam."

Uraraka nodded slowly, waiting for him to come around.

He stepped closer to her, invading her space, forcing her to look up at him again. "We still have to work together, be professional. If it starts getting in the way of that, we stop immediately."

Uraraka nodded again, biting her lower lip in excitement. It was happening! She wasn't expecting him to fuck her right here and now, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She could feel heat pooling low in her belly and rubbed her thighs together.

"No lovey-dovey shit either. Neither of us wants a relationship." His hand reached out and grabbed her hip. Still chaste, but it gave Uraraka a heady feeling.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she swallowed against her suddenly dry mouth. "Agreed."

"And I don't want you to be comparing me to Deku."

Uraraka's eyes snapped open and she stared coldly at him. "Then fuck me better than he ever did."

Oh, it was on now. In a swift motion, Bakugo grabbed her face and gave her a sizzling kiss. His tongue probed at her lips, and she eagerly granted access. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.

In turn, Bakugo wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands landing on her ass. He lifted her up so they could continue to kiss without needing to crane his neck. She expressed her enthusiasm by wrapping her legs around his waist, eager for more friction.

Bakugo broke the kiss first, breathing hard, as a rational thought burned its way through the fog of lust in his brain. He put Uraraka down and marched over to the entrance of the room, locked the door, and then turned back to her, his eyes full of want.

Uraraka removed her bra excitedly, exposing her full, perky breasts to the air. Bakugo nearly tripped over his own feet as he moved closer, so entranced by the view. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up. A smirk crossed her face as he stared openly at them. "I guess you're not used to big ones, eh, Katsuki ?"

Bakugo was tongue-tied. Even Jiro had never called him Katsuki, choosing to use nicknames like "Blasty" or "Dynamite" instead. Uraraka was the first person other than his family to use it, and it sent an unexpected thrill up his spine. He shook his head to clear the fogginess of his mind. "Oh, are we using given names now, Ochako ?" He made quick work of removing his shirt.

Uraraka's smirk widened as his well-defined chest came into view. He was scarred all over from the various battles they'd been in since coming to U.A. Uraraka wanted to run her tongue along each and every one. "I figure if you're going to be inside of me, you deserve that small level of intimacy when we're alone." She pushed her thumbs inside her waistband and started to pull her pants and panties down her legs.

Bakugo stared openly, gawking, as Uraraka kicked her pants to the side, and stood naked in front of him. He wiped his nose, and his hand came away bloody. This was really happening.

"I… uh… I think there's a vending machine in the men's room that sells condoms," he said, stalling a little, desperately trying to regain his composure. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her here, naked, for someone else to come in and find her.

"Don't worry about it," she replied, closing the distance between them. "Remember when Midnight took us girls away for a private class back in our first year? Well, it was a discussion about women's health. We all went on birth control." She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him again and pressed their naked chests together.

Bakugo's mind went blank as she sucked the life out of him through his lips. He idly thought that Jiro had never mentioned anything about birth control, and he'd always worn a condom. He quickly, if awkwardly, shucked his pants and underwear leaving him as naked as she.

Uraraka stood on her toes and gave him a deep kiss. This time, it was her own tongue that requested entry, which was enthusiastically granted.

Without breaking the kiss, Uraraka uncoiled one of her arms from around his neck and reached down to grab him by the cock. He was already half-erect, and she smiled into the kiss as she stroked him, making him grow harder. She pulled back from him but maintained her grip. "You've got a nice cock here, Katsuki," she purred. "No wonder Kyoka was screaming all the time."

Bakugo grunted as she picked up the pace of her strokes. "Bet it's bigger than any you've had," he said between groans.

Uraraka giggled. "What happened to not comparing you to Deku?" She let go of his hard dick and got down on her knees. A long, languid, lick from the root to tip had Bakugo going cross-eyed. When she bobbed her head, pulling the entire shaft past her lips, he almost fell to the ground as his knees went weak.

Uraraka sucked on his dick as if it was dispensing chocolate. She hollowed her cheeks and looked up at him. He nearly came right then as they made eye contact. A groan of protest left him when she released him with a pop.

"Now, now, we can't have you going off too quickly," she chastised, stroking him firmly. "Mama needs some loving too."

Uraraka put her hand against her chest, activating her quirk, and floated up until their height difference was eliminated, face to face. Bakugo grabbed her before she could float away too far, and looked at her, confused.

"I don't need you to get me going, I've been worked up for a while now," she said, wrapping her legs around him. "I need you to fuck me against that wall over there. Hard. The floating is so your arms don't get tired holding me up."

Bakugo gaped at her, then smiled wickedly. There was that straightforwardness again, but the sexual aggression was a side of her he'd never seen before. Hopefully, he'd get to see a lot more of it.

He marched quickly over to the wall she'd pointed at, while she held her body against him. The drool from her pussy was soaking his dick, making it hard to concentrate. The wall she picked had padding mounted to it, and he pushed her into it. He attacked her neck with his mouth, sucking and licking the skin, pulling mewls and moans from her, as his hand reached down to adjust his cock against her entrance. Once he was lined up properly, he pushed in and immediately sank to the hilt.

'Mmmmffff!" Uraraka groaned, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. They were still at work, after all. Bakugo had taken her instruction to heart, and attacked her with his cock, thrusting fast and deep on every stroke. The ache that had been building inside of her was replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, and she moved against him encouragingly. "More! Harder!" she commanded.

Bakugo growled at her, and ground against her with fervor. He moved his head to the other side of her neck and attacked it like an animal. She granted him access, tilting her head away. He left teeth and kiss marks all over her neck and shoulders, marking her up. Hopefully, she had some concealer in her purse.

He hated to admit it, but lack of practice meant his stamina wasn't what it once was, and he was quickly getting close to finishing. He put his hands under Uraraka's thighs, and lifted her ankles up over his shoulders, folding her in half. His hand attacked her clit, as he pushed in deeper than he had been before. "How's that, Ochako?" he asked between her moans. "Are you feeling satisfied?"

Uraraka lost control over her voice, and let out a long, keening, wail as his cock reached depths yet unplumbed, making Bakugo smile as he got his answer. She reached over with her mouth, and grabbed onto his neck, partially to muffle her cries of pleasure, and partially to enact a little revenge for the marks she had all over her body. Feeling the wave crash, she clutched tightly to him as she rode it for all it was worth.=

Bakugo lost control when her pussy squeezed on him tightly. He slammed home, groaning, pulsing as he filled her. That felt very different than doing it with a condom. He wondered if it felt as good for her. He squeezed one more pulse out, causing Uraraka to squeak at the sensation. It made him chuckle.

They remained still against the wall, gasping for air for what felt like an eternity as they came down from their highs. Finally, Bakugo stepped back, falling out of her, a stream of his cum flowing out and splattering thickly on the floor.

Uraraka dropped her legs, and released herself, dropping the last few centimeters to the floor. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs still weak. "Thanks." She looked tired, satisfied. "I needed that."

Bakugo chuckled. Something Uraraka was unsure she'd ever seen before. "Yeah, me too," he admitted. After a moment, his smile faded, and he looked away, suddenly embarrassed. "So now what?"

Uraraka stood on shaky legs. "Now I need a shower." She walked over to him and patted him on the cheek. "You should get one too."

Slowly, she bent over to pick up her clothing, staying in that position longer than necessary to give him a good show. Bakugo felt his dick stirring at the sight, but didn't think he'd be able to capitalize so quickly.

She stood, and padded towards the women's locker room, but paused halfway there. "Katsuki,'' she called over her shoulder, "Why don't you come up to my room after dinner, and we can maybe have some dessert together?"

Bakugo smiled. "Yeah. I'll bring ice cream."

Uraraka turned and stuck her tongue out at him jokingly. "I prefer cake!" With a wave, she left.

Bakugo chuckled at the double entendre and bent to pick up his clothes. He used his shirt to wipe up the mess they'd left - it needed to be laundered anyway - and went to the men's locker room to take his own shower.

Notes:

I think "like a coked up jazz drummer" is my favorite simile I've ever used.

I had a ton of fun writing this fic, all 7 chapters. Let me know what your favorite parts are in the comments!

Chapter 2: Good Vibrations

Summary:

"Ochako, are you all right?" Midoriya's voice floated to him from down the sidewalk making Bakugo look up. He and Uraraka had stopped walking, her shoulders looked tense and she was shivering, as if a chill breeze was blowing only on her.

"I'm fine, Deku," Uraraka assured her friend. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, back at Bakugo. "Just a little shiver." She threw a wink at him. Midoriya didn't seem to notice.

Bakugo nearly fell over in shock. Was this a remote for a vibrator? He smiled wickedly at her, which she returned before continuing to walk away. Oh, today was going to be fun.

Notes:

Day 3 prompt: Overstimulation

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugo yawned and adjusted his backpack as he made his way to the school building first thing in the morning. The arrangement with Uraraka had been going on for a week now, and he'd been staying up late with her every night. Last night, she had invited him up to her room and they binged watched an anime. Normally that was an activity he would have refused to do, but Uraraka had proposed they were naked the whole time and it led to sex between episodes.

Of course, this meant that he was awake much later than he was used to every night this week, and it was starting to catch up to him. He hadn't complained, but it meant his ass was dragging this morning. Thankfully he had a short day at school, and only had paperwork to finish at the agency today. He wouldn't need to use much brainpower for the day, and he could go to bed early.

Unless of course, Uraraka invited him over again. Or maybe he could invite her to his room instead.

He was so entranced by the thought of Uraraka in his bed, that he didn't notice when she came up behind him.

"Hey, Bakugo!" she called out, making him jump.

"Fuck! What the hell, O… Round Face!" He put his hand on his chest, as if trying to slow his heart rate. He'd nearly slipped up and called her Ochako, but noticed at the last second that she'd called him "Bakugo" and that Midoriya was standing next to her.

Uraraka hid a giggle behind her hand. "We've been calling your name for a while now! Did you not sleep well last night?"

Bakugo swore her smile turned into a smirk at that last remark. He glanced over at his rival, but Midoriya didn't seem to grasp that there was more to the comment.

"Tch. What do you nerds want?" Bakugo crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to spar today," said Midoriya. "I've been having some trouble with Blackwhip, and I wanted to get your input."

Bakugo's eyes widened. "Trouble with Blackwhip" was their code phrase for One for All manifesting a new quirk.

"Fine," he said curtly. "I have some time at 14:00. Meet me at Gym Epsilon."

Midoriya smiled. "Thanks, Kacchan!"

Uraraka smiled at the boys. "Look at you two playing nice! It's great to see!" She stepped into Bakugo's space and patted him on the cheek. It made him step back with a scowl.

Uraraka laughed. "There's that gremlin face!"

She turned back to Midoriya, and they continued their walk to class. They both waved goodbye over their shoulders.

Bakugo stared at their backs as they walked down the path. He was a little miffed about the cheek pat, but he hadn't blown up at her because he'd noticed she used the opportunity to slip something in his jacket pocket with her other hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long pink device with a dial at the top. Curious, he turned the dial one tick, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Ochako, are you all right?" Midoriya's voice floated to him from down the sidewalk making Bakugo look up. He and Uraraka had stopped walking, her shoulders looked tense and she was shivering, as if a chill breeze was blowing only on her.

"I'm fine, Deku," Uraraka assured her friend. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, back at Bakugo. "Just a little shiver." She threw a wink at him. Midoriya didn't seem to notice.

Bakugo nearly fell over in shock. Was this a remote for a vibrator? He smiled wickedly at her, which she returned before continuing to walk away. Oh, today was going to be fun.

Bakugo listened to Ectoplasm drone on and on about Taylor series in their morning math class. Normally he'd be taking diligent notes, but today he was completely distracted by the little device he held in his lap underneath his desk.

He sat in the back of the room this year, and Ectoplasm was the kind of teacher who would call on people who were struggling in his class more than those who didn't, so he wasn't overly concerned about being caught not paying attention.

Bakugo glanced across the room at Uraraka. She was sitting a few rows to his right, her chin in her palm as she took notes. He had left her on the lowest setting since the beginning of class, and while she was hiding it well, he could tell that the vibrations were getting to her. Her cheeks were pinker than usual, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Bakugo figured that a half hour at this setting was enough to get her warmed up, and turned the dial up three more ticks.

Uraraka's head whipped around to look at him as the vibrations intensified. Bakugo was impressed that she didn't make a sound. She tilted her head, a saucy smirk on her face that he was sure was mirrored his own. Licking her lips, she took a deep, shuddering breath, before turning back to the front of the class.

Bakugo put a hand in his pocket to adjust himself. He had no idea this was going to turn him on so much. He let the vibrator go for a while at the current intensity level before backing off to the lowest setting again. As he snuck a peek over at Uraraka, he saw her breath a sigh of relief. That just made him ramp it up again, making her gasp.

He continued to play with her, running the dial up and down the range in random patterns. Bakugo was impressed that she never moaned, never made much noise at all. Midoriya was sitting right in front of her and he didn't even glance at her.

Uraraka bit the inside of her cheek as a new change in intensity sent a wave of pleasure through her body. The vibrator on her clit had already made her cum multiple times, and she was close to doing so again. She was about to look back over at Bakugo when she heard the worst possible thing come out of Ectoplasm's mouth. "Uraraka. Why don't you come up to the board, and demonstrate how to solve this series?"

Fuck.

Uraraka stood on shaky legs and somehow made it to the board without falling to her knees. Thankfully, it seemed that Bakugo wasn't a complete sadist, as he turned the vibrator down to its lowest setting. Turning it off would have been better, but beggars can't be choosers.

She approached the blackboard, and picked up a piece of chalk, pleased that she made it to the front of the room without falling. As she stared up at the problem that was written for her to solve, she grumbled; the teacher had written the problem all the way at the top of the blackboard, an obvious indication that it would take many steps to solve, and he was giving her enough room to write it all out. Sighing, she activated her quirk on herself, floated up a couple of feet, and began to write.

Bakugo watched, bemused, as she struggled through the steps to solve the series. He twiddled with the remote under his desk, spinning it in his palm. Should he? Oh, what the hell! Why not? He turned the dial up one tick.

Uraraka didn't show a visible reaction. She kept on writing, a look of determined concentration on her face.

He turned the dial up one more tick.

There was still no reaction from the floating girl. He was impressed.

Bakugo put his other hand under the desk and cranked the dial all the way to high.

It made Uraraka's arm twitch, screeching a line of chalk across the board.

Bakugo had to smother a laugh behind his hand as he struggled not to laugh. He wasn't the only one in the class hiding their giggles, but he was the only one who knew why she had acted that way.

Uraraka held her breath, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her thighs together as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body. It wasn't multiple orgasms, rather a big one that just kept building the longer it went on. She managed to get a hold of herself enough to erase the line she'd drawn. Bakugo decided to take mercy on her, shutting off the vibrator completely, allowing her to catch her breath, and finish solving the problem.

Finally done, she released herself, floating down to the floor. She looked up at her teacher for confirmation of the answer.

"Good work.'' Ectoplasm nodded at her. Then, he added, "I hope you feel better soon. "

Uraraka looked at him, puzzled. "I feel fine, sensei."

Ectoplasm gestured at her. "You're rather flushed in the face, and your breathing is labored. Do you wish to go see the nurse?"

Bakugo fell out of his chair.

The bell rang for lunch, and the class packed their bags as they were dismissed. Bakugo had left the remote in the off position for the rest of the morning, giving Uraraka a break. He thought about turning it on again in the afternoon, but since they had hero classes, she probably wouldn't wear it under her skin-tight hero costume and get caught.

He gave a side-glance over at Uraraka's seat, but she had already left. He shrugged, figuring he'd text her later, and walked out of the classroom. However, as he was leaving, he overheard Iida talking to Midoriya.

"Will Uraraka be joining us for lunch?" asked Iida. "I had wanted to pick her brain about that series she solved for the class, to see if I could get some insights from her. I must confess this subject is confounding me a little."

Midoriya shook his head. "No, she said she wasn't feeling very well, and went back to the dorms to lie down before Midnight's class this afternoon."

Bakugo winced. Did he go too far? She didn't tell him what not to do, so he figured it was all fair game. They'd had a good thing going, and he hoped he hadn't screwed it up.

He sauntered down the hall, trying to decide if he should text her now, or if he should wait until after class. He didn't want to seem desperate after—

His train of thought was derailed as a door on his left opened unexpectedly, and a hand came out, dragging him inside by the jacket. The door slammed behind him, bathing him and his captor in darkness.

"Hey! What the f—" His exclamation was cut short as a hand was put over his mouth.

"Shut up! Or someone will hear!" whispered the voice from the darkness.

Uraraka? He squinted in the darkness.

"I've got a bone to pick with you, Katsuki, " she hissed at him, softly, almost deadly. Bakugo had no idea how people could underestimate her as much as they did. She could be downright dangerous when she wanted to be.

"You couldn't at least let me do the math problem on the board without messing with that remote?"

Bakugo shrugged. He intended to respond but her hand against his mouth stopped him.

"I had an orgasm in front of the whole class including the teacher!" She released his mouth, and, to his surprise, she pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing his lips desperately. Bakugo returned the kiss, pushing her up against the far wall of the closet. Finally, she backed off of the kiss. "It was the best orgasm I've ever had. I need you to fuck me. Now."

Bakugo's eyes were finally starting to adjust to the dark. He could now see the intense fire burning in her eyes. He smiled wickedly. "Sure thing, Ochako."

Ochako exited the closet with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. An observant person would note that she wasn't wearing the tights she had on this morning, and there was shimmering wetness running down her legs. She made her way to the ladies' room down the hall to clean up, before running back to the dorms to get a new pair of panties.

It was minutes later before Bakugo emerged from the closet, his eyes were glassy and his shirt was buttoned wrong and untucked. He was carrying his jacket, and his fingers were clutched around a small, pink, bullet-shaped device.

He staggered down the hall towards the men's room, a huge, dazed smile across his face. At least he now knew she wasn't mad.

Notes:

The "anime and sex" date is something that my wife and I used to do a lot while we were dating.

Things are heating up! You never can tell what people are like in the bedroom, can you?

Let me know what you think in the comments!

Chapter 3: Superfriends with Benefits

Summary:

It was a slow night. Nobody had cried for help, robbed a convenience store nor had a new villain had appeared. Hell, there wasn't even a purse snatcher to grab.

However, there was one thing that kept happening: Uraraka kept bending over to help people pick up random objects. A woman who dropped some change out of her purse. A man who dropped a game cartridge when reaching for something else in his pocket. A child who would have lost his scoop of ice cream had Uraraka not caught it for him before it hit the ground.

This meant she was bending over in front of him all night long, in her skin-tight hero costume. He was losing his mind.

Notes:

Day 4 prompt: Semi-Public Sex

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugo was having a hard time concentrating on his patrol, and it was completely his partner's fault. They'd done two laps of their patrol route already, and still had another three hours to go.

It was a slow night. Nobody had cried for help, robbed a convenience store nor had a new villain had appeared. Hell, there wasn't even a purse snatcher to grab.

However, there was one thing that kept happening: Uraraka kept bending over to help people pick up random objects. A woman who dropped some change out of her purse. A man who dropped a game cartridge when reaching for something else in his pocket. A child who would have lost his scoop of ice cream had Uraraka not caught it for him before it hit the ground.

This meant she was bending over in front of him all night long, in her skin-tight hero costume. He was losing his mind.

Of course, he'd noticed her bodysuit was tight before, but it had never bothered him until tonight. Now, he couldn't think of anything else. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the lines of the pattern drawing his eyes down her center to her utility belt. The way it moved with her as she moved. Her boots had heels to cushion her fall if she dropped from any height, but Bakugo just noticed that it made her legs and ass look terrific . They had other classmates whose costumes showed more skin, but Bakugo was sure Uraraka's costume was the sexiest.

They paused for a moment at a water fountain, and Uraraka bent to take a drink. It took all of his will to keep himself from staring at her tight ass or her strong thighs. The last thing he needed was for someone on the street to take a picture of him salivating at her, only for it to show up in all of the tabloids.

He swore she was doing it on purpose to rile him up. If there was one thing he'd learned about Uraraka in the month that they started their business arrangement, it was that she was kinky. Vibrators in class. Doing it in the shower at work. Even fucking in his parents' bed while he was house-sitting for a weekend. He loved how she was pretty much insatiable. He didn't know how he went without for so long.

"Oh! Let me help you with that!" said Uraraka suddenly as she bent over to pick up the purse of an older lady who'd dropped it.

"Why, thank you, young lady."

Bakugo's will cracked. He couldn't help but stare as her round ass was pointed at him once again. She spent way too much time in that position, and he thought she might have given it a little shake too.

"It's no trouble at all!" Uraraka replied as she stood a moment later. "All in a day's work! Right, Ground Zero?" She smiled at him. Bakugo gulped; he was getting really good at reading her face and that was her "I'm going to make you scream my name when we're alone" smirk. His control snapped.

"Yeah, sure, whatever Uravity. We gotta go now." Bakugo grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her down the street.

"Woah!" cried Uraraka. "Hey! Wait! Ground Zero! Where are we going?"

"There's an emergency over here. Gotta move fast!"

Bakugo led her to a side street, and then down a narrow alley. He finally stopped once they were out of sight of anyone walking down the street, and pressed her hand to his chest.

"Make me float," he commanded.

Uraraka looked at him, head tilted. "Why?"

"Tch!" He rolled his eyes at her. "Because we're going up to the roof!"

Uraraka still looked confused, but she activated her quirk on him, touching her own chest to follow him up.

Eight stories straight up, and they landed gently on the roof. There was the back of a large, rectangular sign mounted to the roof, along with an access door from the building, but otherwise, the flat space was barren. Uraraka looked around curiously for whatever the emergency was, but saw nobody.

"Seriously, Ground Zero, what's the emergency? Are we meeting someone up here?" She looked around, trying to see if there was anyone close by.

"I certainly hope not, Ochako," came his gruff reply.

Uraraka inhaled sharply when she realized that he hadn't used her hero name. She heard two thunks behind her- Bakugo had dropped his gauntlets. He grabbed her from behind, and furiously attacked her neck with nips and kisses. His hands were all over her, pawing at her breasts, tugging on her belt while his hips ground into her ass. The feel of his erection through his baggy pants made her let out a moan full of surprise and lust.

"Katsuki," she breathed. "We're... ah! We're on the clock!" Despite her protests, she didn't pull away.

Bakugo managed to unclip her utility belt, and it fell to the roof. "Didn't stop you from teasing me for the last hour," he muttered, before switching sides on her neck.

Uraraka bent her head to the side, allowing him better access. "Yeah, but… mmm… I was hoping for shower sex after we got off work, not... gasp… not this!"

"Say the word, and I'll stop right now."

Uraraka hesitated. It was really hard to concentrate when his mouth was on her and his hands were roaming her body. She turned in his grasp, threw off her helmet, and snaked her arms around his torso. "Fine, but you better be quick. Last thing I want is to get fired for skipping out on patrol." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, hard and wet.

Bakugo's hands reached down and grabbed two handfuls of the ass that had been taunting him all night. His fingers squeezed, leaving divots in the flesh, drawing a moan from Uraraka's throat.

They broke apart, breathing heavily, their eyes wide with lust. Bakugo was patting his hands all along her back, as if searching for something. "What is it?" Uraraka asked.

"I'm looking for the zipper," he replied.

"Oh, it's in the front." Uraraka pulled back a seam at her throat that was well hidden and revealed the zipper underneath. He noticed that when it was in place, you'd never know it was there.

Bakugo marveled at the work for a second. "Damn, they didn't give me anything cool like this on my costume," he mumbled, referring to the fact that their costumes were made by the same designer.

Uraraka giggled, before she grabbed the tab on her zipper, and pulled it down...

… and down…

… and down.

Down over her breasts. Down past her navel, revealing her piercing. Down past her pubic bone. Down between her legs. The long zipper was intriguing, but the fact that Uraraka wasn't wearing anything under her costume at all was what drew his attention.

Uraraka gave him a soft pat on the cheek. "Earth to Katsuki. We need to hurry, remember?"

Bakugo shook his head to clear the stupor. He threw his gloves down and fought with the belt on his pants.

Uraraka giggled and made her way over to the short wall on the periphery of the roof. Putting her hands on the top of the wall, she stuck her ass out, her drooling pussy exposed through the open zipper.

She gave him a teasing, playful smile.

Bakugo raced over to her. Quickly, he managed to get his belt off and his pants down, his cock immediately in his hand. He ran the head over her pussy a few times, coating it in her lubrication before he pushed in.

Uraraka winced a bit at first entry, his dick was mostly dry as it caught on her outer lips. A few strokes later though, everything was nice and slick, and her wince turned into a smile. She groaned low in her throat, trying to keep from opening her mouth too much and attract attention from someone below. She made a mental note that her boots gave her enough height so that Bakugo's cock was easily able to slide in, hitting so many delicious spots inside her.

Bakugo was in heaven. "Fuck, Ochako. You're really tight tonight. Does it turn you on to do it outside? With people right below us?"

A ripple of pleasure shot up her spine at his words. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing the smallest moan to escape. "Katsuki! Don't say things like that!"

Bakugo let out his own groan of pleasure. "Well, I think it's fucking hot." He moved his hands from her hips, up her body, through the zipper, and onto her breasts. "I had no idea you didn't wear underwear with your costume." His fingers played with her nipples.

Uraraka gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in pleasure as he expertly worked her body. "There's enough support up top that I don't need a bra," she barely managed in between heavy breaths. "And the zipper goes that far down so that I can use the bathroom without undressing all the way. Panties would get in the way of that." She looked over her shoulder, straight in his eyes. "You're the only guy who has seen exactly how low it goes."

"Fuck!" She knew eye contact drove him crazy. He slapped her ass as he stroked, pulling a gasp and a moan from her.

Uraraka smiled wickedly at him. "Come on, Katsuki, cum for me. Pour it in me." She pushed against him, squeezing her internal muscles, milking him for all his worth.

Bakugo couldn't hold it any longer. He slammed home, filling her with his cum. Without a second thought, he reached down between her legs, and rubbed her clit quickly, trying to help her get to her own orgasm.

It worked. Uraraka's head dipped until her forehead touched the concrete of the wall she was leaning on, and her whole body shivered in pleasure as she felt his dick pulse within her.

Finally, he withdrew, a string of their mixed cum connecting them for a brief second before he stepped back. "Hang on a sec," Bakugo breathed. "I have some wipes in my pocket.''

Uraraka didn't move, trying to keep from getting any cum on her costume; with the way it flowed out of her, she was worried. After a moment, Bakugo finally found the wipes and cleaned her up, before wiping himself down and pulling his pants up.

Uraraka stood, reached between her legs, and pulled the zipper all the way back up to her neck. She sighed contentedly and moved in for one last kiss. Cuddles would have to wait for after their shift was over.

"So does my ass really look that good in my hero costume?" she teased.

"Tch." Bakugo tried to be nonchalant, but he had the wide grin of a man who just got laid on his face. "Your ass would look great in a burlap sack."

"D'aww! You do like me!" Uraraka laughed, eyes crinkling. She looked at the watch in one of her wrist pieces. "Ok, looks like it's only been twenty minutes. I think we're good, but we'd better get back on patrol before someone notices."

Bakugo nodded, going to grab his gloves and gauntlets from the roof where he'd dropped them. As he moved to pick them up, he saw Uraraka bending over to grab her helmet from the corner of his eye.

Fuck. Still two and a half hours to the end of their shift.

Notes:

Bakugo is totally jealous that Uraraka's costume is better made than his.

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Chapter 4: New Horizons

Summary:

"No."

"Aw, come on, Katsuki!"

"No."

"I promise you'll like it!"

"No, Ochako, I'm not going to put that thing in my ass."

Notes:

Day 5 prompt: Double Penetration

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Uraraka sighed contentedly as she laid in bed at the end of a long day. She'd had two tests in class, a four-hour shift at the agency, and Lunch Rush had run out of her favorite kind of mochi for her desert. She was exhausted.

All had been forgiven, however, when Bakugo came up to her room at the end of the day and fucked her brains out. Twice. She was currently spooning with him, naked and enjoying the closeness as endorphins coursed through their systems.

Uraraka squirmed in closer to him, wanting to feel him all along her back as the next episode of the anime they were half-watching started. His arm that was wrapped around her stomach gave her a squeeze, and she sighed happily again.

They laid there for another twenty minutes, not saying anything, not even moving. Uraraka felt her eyes start to drift closed, and she pulled the sheet up over her shoulder. No need for a separate blanket, Bakugo put off more heat than a space heater and would keep her warm all night long.

There was just one thing preventing her from falling asleep, however: Bakugo's dick, lying just in the crack of her ass. Uraraka gave her ass a little shake and felt it twitch and start to harden. She smiled. Well… Maybe one more round before they went to sleep.

Bakugo had been dozing when her ass rubbing against his crotch woke him up. Inhaling deeply, he opened his eyes, propping his head upon his hand to look down at her. "What are you doing?" he asked with a smirk.

Uraraka kept up her movements against his cock, a smile blooming on her face. "Oh, nothing. Just thought it might be nice to get filled up once more before bed."

"Filled up, eh?" Bakugo asked. He started to move against her, and his arm around her moved up to grab at her breast. "Your pussy has been filled twice already tonight. Maybe your ass would like a turn?" He bent to kiss her neck.

Uraraka moaned. "Mmm, that sounds nice, but it's been a while since I've done that, and you're thicker than anything I've taken before. We'll have to work up to it, but I'm too tired to start that process tonight." She looked back at him and giggled at the expression of utter surprise on his face.

Bakugo blinked at her. Since she'd never asked for anal in the two months of their arrangement, he hadn't been sure she was up for it. He was honestly expecting her to turn him down completely, not ask for a raincheck.

He smiled. He should have known better. The little minx had never turned him down for anything yet, why start now? The fact that she'd softened the blow by saying he was bigger than Midoriya only made him more eager. He rolled her onto her back, and laid over her gently, giving her a long, deep kiss.

Uraraka kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, running her hands all along his back, tracing his muscles with her fingertips. When she felt him adjusting to point at her entrance, she broke the kiss. "Wait one second," she said, before squirming out from under him.

Bakugo watched, confused, as she padded naked across the room to her closet, and bent over to rummage around in the bottom. The view was nice.

"Ah-ha!" she cheered as she found whatever it was she was looking for, stood up, and came back to the bed. In one hand, she held a black object, with a bulb at one end, and a flat base. In her other hand was a bottle.

Bakugo recognized the object after a second. "A butt plug?"

Uraraka smiled, biting her bottom lip. "Put this in me first, then you can fill my pussy with that nice, thick cock." She handed him the plug and the bottle of lube, before sitting down next to him on the bed.

Bakugo grinned. "Sure, Ochako. How do you want me to do this?" He uncapped the bottle and poured some lube out in his hand, slathering it on the toy.

Uraraka gave a little squeak of excitement and put her head down on the bed, her ass up in the air. She wiggled her heart-shaped rear at him and turned her head to look back at him. "Go slowly, and with constant pressure. I'll let you know if it's too much."

Bakugo put the toy to her rear entrance, slowly pushing in as instructed. In response, Uraraka inhaled sharply, biting her lower lip against the pressure, but didn't cry out or object. Bakugo took it as permission to continue, so he kept pushing until the toy sank in the rest of the way, and the flared base rested against her cheeks.

She moaned long and loudly. "It's been too long since I used this last." Staying in her position, she clutched the sheets as she adjusted to the weight, and the feeling of fullness inside of her.

Bakugo dried his lubed up hand on a towel from the floor before he reached out to her, rubbing her back and whispering encouraging words. "Attagirl. You got this."

It helped. Uraraka moaned again, this time more pleasure than discomfort. She kicked out her legs behind her, laying down on her front. Bakugo continued to rub her back, leaning up to kiss her neck and shoulders.

After a few more minutes, she rolled onto her back having finally adjusted to the plug. "Ok. I'm ready." She held out her arms to him, prompting him to come closer. "Now come fill me up."

Bakugou didn't think she ever looked sexier than right now. His cock was rock hard and had been for a while. He carefully, but eagerly, climbed into bed, and laid on top of her, keeping his weight off of her with his elbows.

Uraraka wrapped her arms around his shoulders and drew him in for a deep, sensual kiss. Their breathing deepened as they gave in to their lust. Bakugo was the first to break the kiss, but only to latch onto her pulse point in her neck, a favorite for both of them. He shifted his weight onto his right arm, using his other to reach down and touch her clit.

Uraraka gasped. Despite having had sex a few times already that evening, her core was begging for more. The weight of the plug inside of her only added to the feeling of need for him to be inside of her. She felt her pussy clench, hungrily, eagerly waiting for his cock. She reached down herself, pushing his hand out of the way, and grabbed onto his dick, pointing it at her entrance. Once lined up, her legs wrapped around his ass, and pulled him inside.

Uraraka saw stars. She felt so full , it was unbelievable. Holding him tightly, she kept him from moving for a second while she adjusted. She loosened her grip just enough for Bakugo to withdraw mere centimeters before he pushed in to the hilt. As he started to thrust in earnest, she completely lost control of her voice, and let out a long wail of pleasure. She would surely hear about it from her neighbor Asui in the morning, but she didn't care. Soon, she crashed into an orgasm that made her whole body shake.

Bakugo was sweating. His third shot of the night usually took a while, but he was already riding the edge. He could feel the plug inside her press against his cock with every stroke. Uraraka was also squeezing him with her Kegels over and over again, milking him for all he was worth. It was all he could do to keep from blowing as quickly as a virgin.

Finally, Uraraka seemed to lose her voice altogether. Her mouth and eyes were still wide open in a silent cry, as another wave hit her, but she was barely conscious of that fact. Bakugo gave in to his pleasure and filled her pussy for the third time that night, the heady feeling making him collapse onto her, breathing hard in her ear.

The teens stayed in that position for minutes, Uraraka's legs wrapped around Bakugo's hips, keeping him from withdrawing, as she soaked up as much pleasure as she could from him. She released him an eternity later, and he rolled to the side. Immediately, she rolled with him, lying on his chest and desperately clutching at him.

Bakugo put an arm around her as they caught their breath. "So," he managed. "I take it you liked that then?"

Uraraka snorted. "Yeah, a little." He yawned, and she gave his chest a quick squeeze. "Hey, don't fall asleep yet. I need you to help me to the bathroom so I can remove this thing and clean up."

Bakugo looked down at her curiously. "Why do you need my help?"

"Because I can't feel my legs."

"No."

"Aw, come on, Katsuki!"

"No."

"I promise you'll like it!"

"No, Ochako, I'm not going to put that thing in my ass."

Uraraka huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. After last weekend's experiment with the butt plug, she had been trying to convince Bakugo to give it a try himself. They were in his bedroom taking off their clothes when she brought it up again. He was still resistant.

"What are you so afraid of? It's just silicone, the base keeps it from getting lost inside you. It's safe!"

Bakugo nodded at the toy sitting on his desk. "It's also been inside of your ass."

Uraraka smiled, shark-like, and pounced on the opening he gave her. "So if we bought a new one you'd try it?"

Bakugo jerked back. Shit, he had all but said that, hadn't he?

Uraraka's smile widened. "Tell you what, we'll try something else before we go spend money on a toy you won't use.''

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her. "What did you have in mind?"

Uraraka pushed him to lie down on the bed, with his legs hanging off of the mattress. She knelt next to the bed, between his legs, and gave his cock a little kiss. "I'm going to give you a blowjob," she said as she stroked his member. "And I'm going to put one finger inside your ass. If you don't like it, I'll never ask again. Is that fair?"

Bakugo sighed, covering his face with his hands. She'd said yes to every kinky thing he wanted to try. It wasn't very fair for him to refuse the first request she had made to do something to him. "You trimmed your nails today, right?" he asked.

Uraraka nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright, let's get this over with." At least he'd get a blowjob out of it.

Uraraka squealed excitedly, before getting down to business. She licked her hand, then continued to stroke his dick. He grew in her hand, and put an arm across his eyes as he let out a guttural moan.

Uraraka reached into the bedside table and pulled out the bottle of lube they kept in there, placing it at her knees to reach it easily. She opened her mouth and took him in.

Bakugo's moans increased in volume as she worked his shaft in and out of her mouth. She was always great at giving head, her tongue technique was amazing, but something was different this time. He was feeling extra pressure from her tongue. He sat up, looking down at the brown head of hair bobbing up and down in his lap. "Do… mmmph… Do you have something in your mouth?" he asked.

Uraraka released him from her mouth with a pop but continued to stroke his cock with her hand. She opened her mouth wide, so he could see inside. There was a silver ball sitting on her tongue. Then she showed him the underside, its pair underneath.

Bakugo gaped at her. "When did you get that pierced?"

Uraraka shut her mouth, smiling widely. "Like it? I got it pierced at the same time as my belly button but took it out a while ago. The hole never closed over, so I cleaned the barbell and put it back in tonight!" She dropped her head again, engulfing his cock in her mouth, and pushed the piercing intentionally against his shaft, moving it up and down.

Bakugo fell back against the bed as she worked him over, panting with the effort to keep from blowing his load before she got to the main event.

Uraraka continued to lick and suck on his cock, while her hands worked deftly below the edge of the bed, out of view of her partner. The lube was poured over her hand and slathered all over the index finger. Her other hand went up to his chest to hold him in place. Holding her breath, she took him as deeply as she could, before slowly pushing her finger inside his anus.

Bakugo gasped as she deep throated him, his eyes popping open as she penetrated him. He tried to sit up, but her hand held him in place, making sure his ass didn't move as she worked her way inside. He laid there, breathing hard through his nose, and tried to concentrate on the sensation of her mouth on his dick.

Uraraka reached the end of her finger, and pulled off of his dick, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. She took her hand off his chest, and used it to stroke him for a bit while he got used to her finger inside of him. When his breathing calmed down a little, she tried moving the finger, sliding it out to the first knuckle and back in again. He moaned appreciatively. She smiled and took him inside her mouth again.

Bakugo felt drunk on the sensations. Every time she penetrated him, her finger bumped into something that gave him a heady feeling. He tried to keep himself from calling out, grabbing a pillow and mashing it over his face instead. Kaminari was his neighbor, and he'd never let him hear the end of it if the electric idiot heard him moaning and grunting through the wall. Then she pushed in all the way, and wiggled her fingertip, stroking the spot, and it was all over.

Bakugo's hips lifted from the bed as he came, his cock pushing deeper into her throat. She squeaked at the movement, but took it like a champ, without losing control. Uraraka pushed her finger in more firmly, wiggling for all she was worth, as she hollowed her cheeks, and drained his balls.

He felt like she was sucking his soul out through his dick; his head was swimming like he'd eaten one of Sero's brownies. He moaned loudly into the pillow as his dick pulsed over and over in her mouth.

Finally drained, Uraraka released his cock from her mouth and removed her finger from his ass. Bakugo's hips settled back down onto the bed. He threw the pillow to the side, gasping for air. Uraraka swallowed what he had given her, and cleaned her hands with a baby wipe. "So?" she asked.

Bakugo lifted his head to look down at her, then scowled as he noticed her expression. "You don't have to look so damned smug."

That just made Uraraka smile wider. She went into the bathroom to clean up, leaving Bakugo to stare at the ceiling, and wonder what else he'd been missing out on.

Notes:

Yes, the chapter title is a space pun. New Horizons was a satellite that flew past Uranus.

I can't help but give the girls in my fics piercings.

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Chapter 5: Off the Cuff

Summary:

"Your safe word is 'cactus'," she said, patting him on the cheek.

"Just how the hell is this supposed to be you apologizing to me for getting me tied up at work today?" Bakugo demanded. He was more than a little perturbed that she'd flipped the script on their evening.

"Is that any way to talk to your Mistress Ochako?" she teased.

Notes:

Day 6 prompt: Bondage

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Stop! Thief!"

Bakugo and Uraraka's heads whipped around at the sound of someone shouting from the other side of the road. They saw a large man racing down the sidewalk, elbowing people out of his way while clutching a cash register under his meaty arm. A little further up the road, another man was angrily shaking his fist at the retreating figure.

The heroes in training sprung into action. Without saying a word to each other, Uraraka taped Bakugo on the shoulder, removing his gravity before she removed her own, and fired a grappling hook at a building across the street.

No longer bound to the earth, Bakugo leapt into the air straight up over the heads of the people around him until he was high enough to avoid collateral damage. He then used his explosions to fly after the thief.

The thief paused in his getaway when he heard the approaching blasts, looking over his shoulder to find the source. He paled at the sight of Ground Zero's approach, and especially the crazed smile on the hero's face. It made him run faster, ramming his way through the pedestrian traffic, knocking people to the pavement if they didn't move fast enough.

Bakugo veered to the left, trying to corral his quarry against the buildings on his right. He couldn't get a clear shot without hitting a civilian, so he maintained pursuit, waiting for his opportunity.

The thief reached the end of the block, and swung around a signpost to make a right turn at speed, hoping that Bakugo's momentum would carry him too far and he'd lose him. He looked over his shoulder to see the hero blow past, and let out a peal of triumphant laughter…

…Only to be taken from his feet, clotheslined by a fist stuck out at neck height.

Uraraka had been waiting around the corner for the villain. The plan to cut off running bad guys had worked three times already this month. She was honestly surprised that they hadn't caught on yet. Bakugo would force them to make a turn to avoid his pursuit, and she'd be waiting there, having gone over the buildings to get to the corner first. With one grappling hook anchored to the building, she could push off of the wall with her legs, and cover the entire sidewalk when the bad guy invariably came her way.

Bakugo caught up to the pair a moment later, having made the long 180 degree turn to come back after overshooting. Uraraka released him from her quirk, before bending over to check on their catch.

The thief stirred as his senses slowly returned. He blearily saw the face of the truck that ran him over staring down at him. On the one hand, she was pretty damned cute. On the other, he got taken out by a little girl.

Through the fuzziness of his mind, he heard her talking with her partner, some guy with a gruff voice, who was being rather rude to her. Sure she was laughing about it, but that kid really needed to be taught a lesson about how to talk to a lady. "Oi! Asshole!" he slurred through his concussion.

The heroes looked down at the thief, curiosity clear on their faces.

Putting a finger to his nose, the thief blew, making a great green rope of snot explode from his nose, which coiled around Bakugo, effectively tying him up. "Yeh gotta treat a woman right," he managed.

Uraraka reacted quickly, socking him in the jaw again and knocking him out. She pulled out her quirk-eliminating handcuffs and bound the man.

She stood to check on her partner. Once her eyes settled on him, she had to suppress a case of the giggles. It seemed that the man's quirk created long, tough strands in his nose, and when he blew them out, they would bind up their target tighter than a chain.

Bakugo was wrapped up tightly, squirming around on the ground. He glared at Uraraka. "Why the fuck didn't you put the cuffs on him sooner? We didn't know what his quirk was!"

Uraraka had the decency to look sheepish, but she couldn't rid her face of the smile. "Sorry, I thought he was out!" She reached into her utility belt and pulled out a knife. Thankfully, the bonds sliced easily, and she helped him to his feet.

Bakugo grumbled and shouldered past her. She didn't have to laugh like that. He put one boot in the middle of the thief's chest to keep him from trying to run, and whipped out his phone to call the police for a pickup.

Uraraka walked up to him, but he pointedly ignored her, eliciting a small sigh from her. "I'm sorry, Katsuki," she said quietly so the passers-by wouldn't hear. "I should have made sure he was bound once he was down.''

Bakugo paused his dialing, releasing a sigh of his own. "It's fine, Ochako," he replied just as softly. "No harm done."

Uraraka stepped closer to him, dropping her voice to a whisper. "I'll make it up to you later."

That got Bakugo's attention. He looked up from his phone to see a sexy, sly smile on her face. He grinned. Well, if she wanted to show him how sorry she was, he wouldn't say no.

The stars must have aligned, because not only did neither of them have work or class the next day, but they were both caught up with their homework. They'd actually have a whole day to relax for once.

They got dinner together at a little ramen cart after leaving the agency and planned their evening as they ate. Bakugo was looking forward to a night of sex, bad movies, stuffing the taco, eating junk food, doing the horizontal mambo, sleeping, and then maybe another roll in the hay in the morning.

The best part was halfway through their dinner Uraraka got a text from her neighbor Asui. Uraraka had warned her that Bakugo would be coming over, and Asui told her she'd be going to her boyfriend Tokoyami's room for the night for some peace, and maybe a little nookie herself.

He knew the other girls in class A knew about their arrangement. It was three months in, and he would get lingering looks from all five of the girls from time to time. He was certain Uraraka was telling them things about their time together, but since they weren't talking to him or any of the guys about it, he didn't mind much.

They returned to the dorms, and parted to get ready for the night. Bakugo threw his costume into his hamper, changed quickly into a t-shirt and pajama pants, before racing down the stairs to the lobby, and back up the other staircase on the girls' side.

Uraraka met him at her door with a huge smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eyes. She was already dressed in her pajamas, one of Bakugo's t-shirts and baggy flannel pants. The black choker around her neck was new though... Did she borrow it from Jiro?

She pulled him into the room, giving him a quick but deep kiss that made him groan deep in his throat. She stripped him, pushed him to lay on her bed, and then quickly cuffed his hands to a bar on the headboard. "Your safe word is 'cactus'," she said, patting him on the cheek.

"Just how the hell is this supposed to be you apologizing to me for getting me tied up at work today?" Bakugo demanded. He was more than a little perturbed that she'd flipped the script on their evening.

"Is that any way to talk to your Mistress Ochako?" she teased.

Bakugo was about to complain louder about his predicament, with plenty of curse words interspersed, when Uraraka pulled her shirt off, showing that she was wearing a leather harness underneath. The black leather straps crisscrossed her torso in interesting patterns. Her breasts were held up by straps that connected to the choker around her neck. Her nipples were covered by small heart-shaped patches. She noticed him staring, and pushed her breasts together at him, smiling.

Bakugo swallowed around a lump that had formed in his throat at the sight. "Well… that's a start, Mistress Ochako," he managed. He looked down at her baggy pants, eager to see what the rest of the outfit looked like.

Uraraka smiled saucily, before dropping onto the bed, and taking Bakugo's cock in her mouth.

Bakugo put his head back against the pillow, moaning as she worked her tongue around him. Her tongue piercing put pressure on the shaft, and she moved it up and down over the raised ridge of the head, making him squirm every time.

She released his cock from her mouth, and gave him a few good pumps with her hand, before reaching over to grab a bottle from the night stand. "This is your lube." Popping open the top, Uraraka poured it over her hand, and rubbed it over his cock.

Bakugo had learned at a young age that the nitroglycerin in his sweat had a side effect other than exploding: it was also a vascular dilator. Rub it into his dick, or on Uraraka's clit, and it made them hard for hours. They'd put some into a bottle of lube for when they wanted an extended session. He realized right then he probably wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.

Uraraka's lubed up hand went down his shaft, over his balls, and brushed up against his asshole. Bakugo inhaled sharply, but didn't protest as a finger slowly probed inside. After a moment, a second finger entered as well, making his cock twitch. Then the third caused his dick to drool precum.

He had to admit, the orgasms were pretty mind-blowing when she put her fingers inside like that. The plug they bought for him was specially designed to stimulate a man's prostate, and only made them even better. His cock strained and throbbed at the thought of her putting the plug inside him once he was warmed up enough, and then of her riding him. Maybe this whole tied up thing wasn't so bad after all.

Finally, Uraraka released him and removed her fingers. She put her hands in her waistband, and slowly dragged her pants down her legs. Bakugo's eyes nearly fell out of his head when she stood back up and kicked her pants to the side. The strappy lingerie she was wearing was cut high on her hips, showing off her muscular thighs. However, her pussy was covered by the harness she wore around her waist, and the long, pink, phallus sticking out of the front.

"Woah! Cactus!" he said immediately. "You can't spring that on me! Where did you even get that thing?"

Uraraka held up her hands placatingly. "Easy, Katsuki. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do." She reached down and clutched her cock. "I got it from Mei…"

"The crazy pink-haired chick in support?" Bakugo interrupted. It was an open secret that Hatsume had a side business building sex toys for the older students around campus, and even some of the teachers. However, when he'd approached her to get one for the two of them, her prices were too high. "How did you afford it?"

Uraraka shrugged. "She owed me a favor." Hatsume was still overjoyed about the time Uraraka had invited the engineer to join her and Midoriya in bed. The harness was the same one Hatsume had worn that night when she fucked both Uraraka and Midoriya, though the dildo was new. Hatsume had told her she'd make her any toys she wanted at no cost after that night.

Bakugo stared at the phallus. There was something familiar about it, but he just couldn't put his finger on… Wait a minute… "Is that my dick?"

Uraraka smirked. "Yep! Mei does good work, doesn't she? It's a perfect likeness, except for the color, of course."

He stared at it. It had the vein on the side, and the curve was the same too. The resemblance was truly uncanny. "What, did you describe it for her or something?"

"That, and I had those pictures you sent me."

Bakugo's jaw dropped. He wasn't sure if he was angry that she shared those pictures with another woman or curious about what the engineer thought.

Uraraka reached down and softly stroked Bakugo's cock with her fingertips, making it jump. He shuddered, and pulled against his cuffs as his hips bucked, trying to get her to touch him more. He was so hard, he felt like he might burst.

"Tell you what," she said. "If you let me fuck you with your own cock, I'll do anything you ask next time we have a day off."

That got his attention. His mind started racing with ideas. "Any limits?"

Uraraka shrugged. "Just don't ask to get me pregnant, otherwise it's all fair game." He arched his brow and she shifted her weight to her other hip. "But if you don't want me to, that's perfectly alright. I'll put the dildo away, and Mistress Ochako will still rock your world all night long."

Bakugo blew out a breath, laying back against his pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to make his decision without the influence of the sight of Uraraka wearing that outfit. "Alright," he said after a minute of silence. "I take back the safe word, Mistress , but I retain the ability to use it again."

Uraraka grinned so widely, Bakugo wondered if the top of her head would fall off. She nodded, climbed onto the bed, and crawled on her knees over to him. Bakugo stared at the clone of his cock between her legs as she slathered it in lube. He swallowed hard against a lump rising in his throat in anticipation and pulled against his restraints.

Satisfied with the amount of lube, Uraraka capped the bottle, and put it on the nightstand. She shuffled in closer, and lifted his legs up in the crooks of her elbows so that his hole would be in the right position, lined up with her cock. She put the head of the dildo to his anus, and pushed it in slowly.

Bakugo gasped at first as the cock pushed against his rim. Part of him was expecting it to hurt, Uraraka had needed time to adjust to him the first time he penetrated her ass after all, but as she slowly sank in until her hips met his, he realized that this new invader wasn't much bigger than the toys he'd used in the past. As the dildo was withdrawn, he wondered if this had been part of her plan the whole time.

"Oh wow, Katsuki," purred Uraraka. "You look so good like that, with my cock inside you." She picked up the pace a little. Her thrusts were somewhat clumsy, but she would get better with practice. It must have felt good, if Bakugo's moans were any indication. "How does it feel?"

Bakugo grunted, he was having a hard time forming words. "It's… mmpff… It's different. Not bad, but… ahh! " He lost the ability to speak when Uraraka reached down to her cock, and she must have pushed a button, because the device started to vibrate and writhe within him.

Uraraka chuckled as she watched him squirm. She shifted his leg up, putting his ankle up to her shoulder to keep it in place, and free a hand. Her hand grabbed onto his cock, and started to stroke in time with her thrusts. "Are you going to cum for me, Katsuki? Cum while I fuck you with your own cock? I want to see you spray it all over yourself. Come on, I'll lick it off for you. Cum for me!"

Her thrusts increased in pace while her hand continued to stroke his cock. She paid extra attention to the ridge where the head met the shaft, knowing that was a particularly sensitive spot for him. Bakugo was going cross-eyed from the sensations. His cock was so hard that it ached.

Uraraka's free hand reached down again, and pressed something on the dildo. It stopped vibrating, and instead started pulsing along the bottom. Bakugo felt something wet inside, and realized that the cock currently inside of him was cumming , leaving a deposit of thick lube in his ass. With a moan loud enough he was a little afraid they heard him on the boy's side of the dorm, Bakugo came, shooting ropes of semen up his torso. The first shot nailed him right in the chin, the rest leaving streaks along his chest.

Uraraka gasped at the sight of his cock pulsating and pumping cum up his body. She tore at the buckle on her hip, and ripped off her harness. Bakugo saw that the dildo she'd just fucked him with was longer than he thought, and it had a vertical piece that she'd had inside of her the whole time. It was covered in her juices. More flowed out of her down her leg, as she threw the fake dick to the side.

She pounced on him, panting. With her mouth wide open, she kept her promise and started licking up the cum from his body, first the shot on his chin, and working her way down. Her legs straddled one of his thighs, and she rubbed her crotch against him. "Not enough," she said between licks. "I need it inside me!"

Finished cleaning him off, she sat up, and grabbed his cock. Thanks to the lube, his erection hadn't gone down after he came. She gave it a few experimental strokes, and when he didn't cry out in pain, Uraraka moved her hips to point his cock at her entrance, and sank to the hilt.

Uraraka's eyes rolled back as she filled him up. "Oh!" she said, her voice hoarse. "Oh, that's so much better than a toy." She moved, bouncing in his lap, greedily taking her pleasure from him.

Bakugo ached to touch her, to grab onto her hips, to suck on her tits. He strained against his cuffs, but it was no use. The only way out of them would be to blow up the headboard, and that would surely end the sexy times. He put his head back, and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations.

Her hand grabbing his chin made him open his eyes. She stared right back at him, hungrily, like a woman possessed. "I need you to cum in me, Katsuki," she demanded. "Come on. I filled you up, it's your turn now."

"I just came!" His protest came out slightly muffled as she still had him by the chin. "It's going to take a while!"

Uraraka released his chin, and sat up. "Not good enough," she said dangerously. She stood, letting him fall out of her, and lifted his legs up like she had done previously. This time, however, instead of fucking his ass, she repositioned his cock, and sank on it again.

Bakugo's head nearly exploded as she folded him in half and fucked him for all he was worth. He loved this position when he was on top, and now he could see why she liked it so much too. The feeling of being taken and used drove him wild. He let out a long moan as she bounced on him. He could feel his balls start to tighten, and knew he was about to break his record for fastest back to back orgasms.

Uraraka's head lolled to the side as she neared her own orgasm. As she felt the first pulse of Bakugo dumping his cum inside of her, she straightened. The sensation quickly pushed her over the edge. She sat down hard, crying out in pleasure, as he throbbed inside of her, filling her up.

Finally spent and exhausted, Uraraka collapsed to the bed, twitching as aftershocks screamed through her body. She managed to reach up and hit the release button on Bakugo's cuffs, allowing him to lower his arms, before she buried her face in his chest. Immediately, Bakugo's arms coiled around her, holding her tightly, as they both came down off of their highs.

It was nearly fifteen minutes later before either of them spoke.

"Wow," said Uraraka.

"Yeah," agreed Bakugo.

"That was really intense." She looked up at him, a wide smile across her face. "I don't need to do that every time, but please tell me you want to do that again sometime."

Bakugo nodded. "I think I prefer being the one on top, but if anyone is badass enough to top me, it's you."

Uraraka's smile widened, and she put her head back down on his chest, her arms giving his torso a squeeze. "Alright. What do you say you help me out of this strappy thing, and we can watch something on Netflix for a while? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sore."

Bakugo chuckled. "Sure thing, Mistress Ochako."

Uraraka slapped his chest playfully, laughing along with him.

Notes:

Uraraka's outfit is something I saw a beautiful woman wearing on reddit recently. I had to put her in it. Unfortunately, I don't have a link to the picture, but I'm sure you can use your imagination.

I will admit, I've not experienced pegging myself, so I hope I did it justice. If you have and you don't mind telling me, please let me know if I got it right.

What did you think? Let me know in the comments!

Chapter 6: Red Dragon Inn

Notes:

Day 7 prompt: Role Play

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The sorceress Uraraka entered her room at the Red Dragon Inn. She looked around, nodding in satisfaction at the accommodations. The room was small, but clean, illuminated by a fire burning cheerfully in the fireplace in the corner. The bear skin rug matched the colors of the blankets that covered the large bed that seemed to dwarf the mirrored dresser.

She smiled to herself, longing to climb into the bed and sleep. Her group had just exited the barrows at Bleak Falls, having found the treasure and killed the witch king guarding it. A job well done. The treasure had been divided and the adventurers had gone their separate ways. Uraraka had stayed behind at the inn, as her home was furthest away, and she wanted to wait until morning to travel.

She leaned her staff against the wall and removed her big floppy hat, tossing it onto the dresser and kicking her boots off into a corner. She ran her hands down her skirt, wanting to brush off the dust of the road to not make a mess on the bed. The skirt was ankle-length, and covered in patches of different colored fabric, with textures and patterns to catch the eye as she moved. She paid special attention to one patch, black with an orange X, smiling as if the fabric evoked a memory.

She was pulled from her trance by a pounding on the door.

"You in there, Witch?" called a gruff voice. "Open up, would ya?"

Uraraka squeaked in surprise. She wasn't expecting any visitors, but that voice did sound familiar. "Bakugo?"

She padded over to the door, and opened it a crack to see who was there, only for the door to be pushed open. In stomped the berserker from their party, Bakugo. He was dressed in a wolf's fur that he'd killed on an adventure a few weeks back, and green pants made from dragon hide, taken when they rescued a princess last year. His chest was bare aside from the various bangles and necklaces he wore, which jangled as he stomped into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Uraraka asked, glancing over at her staff. Unfortunately it was too far away to reach.

Bakugo sneered at her, looking down his nose. "The carriage back to my country was delayed by snow in the passage. It won't be here until morning, so I'm stuck here with you." He clomped over to the fire and sat on the bearskin rug to remove his boots.

Uraraka took the opportunity to grab her staff. She didn't point it at him, but she felt safer having it at hand. "I meant, what are you doing in my room?" She tilted her head to the side.

Bakugo shrugged, looking over his shoulder at her. "There are no more rooms available in the inn. We've shared a campfire before, a room is no different.'' He turned back to remove his other boot.

"But there's only the one bed!" she complained.

"Then I will sleep by the fire on this rug." He looked back at her, a leer in his eye and a smirk on his face. "Unless you would like me to keep you warm in bed tonight? It seems plenty big for the both of us."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" asked Uraraka, breaking character. She leaned against her staff. "I thought for sure when I told you I'd do anything that you'd ask for a threesome. Mei would be up for it."

The pair were at a love hotel, having rented a room that was designed to look like an inn from a medieval RPG, dressed in costumes that were provided by the hotel as well. Bakugo was honestly really impressed by the quality of the hotel, both the costumes and the room. The fire in the fireplace was real, the "dragon hide" pants were real leather, and the furs seemed to be a good substitute for the real thing. Even Uraraka's staff was carved wood, rather than injection molded foam. It was worth every penny.

"Tch," he snorted, derisively. "No, she wouldn't. She said yes back then because she's been sniffing around Deku for years, and wanted at least a taste if she couldn't have him for keeps. She must have finally made her move though, because I've seen them walking around campus together recently."

"Huh," said Uraraka. She had a far off look in her eyes for a moment, but then a small smile appeared on her face. "Well, what about someone else?" Her smile changed to a sultry smirk. "I bet Kyoka would have said yes."

Now it was Bakugo's turn to pause, as the thought of inviting his ex into bed rolled over him. It just made him feel… uncomfortable. He almost grimaced. "Maybe another time," he grumbled. "Now come on, you said last month you'd do anything I wanted if you could fuck me in the ass. Get back into character!"

"You liked it," Uraraka muttered under her breath, pouting slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Bakugo growled. "As I said," he said through gritted teeth, "The bed seems plenty big for the both of us."

Uraraka put the back of her hand to her forehead and swooned. "Oh, but think of the scandal! My father—the king—will have your head if you take my purity!" She turned back to him, brandishing her staff at him. "And what of my magicks? You know that I will lose my power if my maidenhead is torn asunder!"

Bakugo smiled. That was more like it. He stood, and walked closer to her, invading her space. Uraraka pointed her staff at his throat, but he batted it away. "A sorceress only loses her power if her virginity is taken unwillingly. She becomes more powerful if it is given enthusiastically! Everybody knows that."

Uraraka glared. "Are you so arrogant to think that I would gladly give you my purity? A barbarian from the wastes? You should be counting your blessings that I haven't taken away your attraction to the earth, and hurtled you out of this room already!"

Bakugo's smile widened into a leer. "Not at first, no." He put a hand to her cheek. "But before the end of this night, you will be begging me to take it."

Uraraka smacked his hand away and turned her back, crossing her arms. "You leave me no choice then!" She held her hands out in front of her as if holding an orb, and began to chant.

"Darkness beyond twilight

Crimson beyond blood that flows"

Bakugo put his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him, and ground his cock into her ass.

"Buried in the stream of time

is where your power grows"

His knee roughly pushed between her legs, making her spread them apart, as he ground his thigh against her crotch. Uraraka's concentration faltered.

"I p-pledge myself to conquer

all the ffffffoes who stand"

One hand dragged up her side, and cupped her breast over her clothes. The other delved down to her belt, undoing the clasp. He pawed at her crotch over her skirt.

"B-Before the mighty gift bestowed

in mmmm-my unworthy hands"

Uraraka's arms were now raised above her head as she prepared to release the spell. Bakugo forced his head between her shoulder and neck, nuzzling her with his nose.

"DRAGON SL— Ahh!" Uraraka moaned as Bakugo laid a suckling kiss right in the crook of her neck. He added teeth to the kiss, making her moan increase in pitch and intensity.

Uraraka twisted in his grasp, ending up face to face with him, but unable to escape his grasp. She weakly pushed against his chest, and moaned again as his hands grabbed onto her ass, his fingers reaching through to her pussy from behind, her skirt the only thing preventing him from penetrating her. She moaned as he probed at her, wiggling her hips to entice him to touch her more.

"I- I cannot!" she cried, though she didn't push away. "I promised my mother on her deathbed that I would not share a bed with a man until the day I was wed!"

Bakugo leered at her. "Then we shall lay on the rug by the fire instead!" He pushed her roughly to the floor onto the bearskin rug, removed his fur, and threw it beside her, leaving him bare-chested save for his necklaces. He pounced on her, laying claim to her neck with his mouth once more, both hands burrowing under her shirt and pawing at her chest.

The sorceress moaned long and loud as his rough hands grabbed at her. Her shirt was pushed up under her chin, leaving her breasts exposed. His fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples, his palms groping her. His mouth released her neck, leaving a mark. "No chest bindings?" he said approvingly. "I always knew you were a randy little minx." His head dipped, but this time his mouth latched onto a nipple, bathing it with his tongue.

The barbarian continued to work her over, pulling mewls and moans from her throat, then kissed his way down her torso. He paused briefly to play in her navel, his tongue dipping inside, before he reached the waistband of her skirt. "You're so turned on I can smell it," he cooed, lifting her skirts up.

He paused, blinking in surprise at the sight.

"No undergarments at all? Now I wish I had been there when you fought the wind creature Pandemona." He smirked at her. "Did your party members all get a show?"

Uraraka covered her face with her hands. "My religion forbids undergarments, so that we might be closer to the Great Seamstress."

Bakugo chuckled. "Then you may keep your skirt on while I do this. " He flipped her skirts up over his head.

Uraraka inhaled sharply when she felt his mouth on the inside of her thigh. The gasp turned into a moan of pleasure that increased in volume as he kissed closer, and closer to her most intimate parts. When she felt his tongue worm its way between her lips, her thighs squeezed on his head, and she screamed his name. "Katsuki!"

Bakugo continued to lick and suck at her core, drawing her juices into his mouth as if he was a man trapped in a desert and she was an oasis. Uraraka squirmed under his ministrations, but his muscular arms were outside of the skirt, and weighed heavily on her waist, keeping her in place.

Suddenly, he stopped. Uraraka panted, desperately trying to catch her breath but, at the same time, she needed more. She moved her hips, trying to find his head under the skirt, and grind against his face, but he kept his distance. "You need to say it, Ochako," came his disembodied voice from under the fabric.

"Say what?" she barely managed between breaths.

"If you don't want to lose your magicks, you need to ask me to do it. Or I stop right now." She could hear the smirk on his face.

Uraraka moaned. "What? But… I…" Bakugo blew air onto her throbbing clit, causing her to squirm, and making it harder to think. "Katsuki! I… I need you!"

"Need me to what?"

Uraraka yanked her skirt up, exposing his head. She grabbed him by the ears, and pulled him close. "I need you to make love to me. Please," she begged, and laid a searing kiss on his lips, covered in her juices.

Bakugo froze as she kissed him. In the five months since their arrangement started, they'd never called it that before. It was always "have sex" or "fucking" or any one of a dozen other euphemisms. But… Her character would use it though. Did it mean anything beyond that? Did he want it to?

He quickly shoved those thoughts aside. This was strictly business. It was just a fun way to blow off steam. He put his hand on her face, and returned the kiss enthusiastically, before pushing her back down to the floor.

Bakugo stood, panting as he undid the button on his pants. Uraraka writhed underneath him, her eyes blown wide and full of lust. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to maintain her pleasure as he kicked his pants away. He laid back on top of her, his hard cock immediately pointed at her entrance. "Last chance, Ochako," he growled. "Tell me what you want."

"Make love to me! Please!" she begged. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled at his hips.

Bakugo gave in to her demands, using one hand to point his cock at her entrance, slowly pushing in. First just the head, then deeper and deeper , until he finally sank to the hilt.

Uraraka moaned loudly as he started a slow rhythm. Bakugo joined her, harmonizing briefly. They'd had sex in practically every way possible for two people to do it, but this was the best it had ever been. She was so wet; her pussy held onto him like he was meant to be there, squeezing gently every so often. Her arms clutched at him tightly, mashing their naked chests together. He kissed her, and she enthusiastically accepted. They moved together as if they were one, building to their climaxes.

Uraraka broke the kiss, panting, and looked Bakugo in the eyes. Her hand was on his cheek, holding his gaze on hers, as they slowly rocked together. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to think better of it, and only smiled.

Bakugo looked at her, curiosity clear in his gaze, but felt his orgasm coming. "Where does my lady want it?" he asked, eyes hooded.

"Inside! Please!" moaned Uraraka. "I accept all of you." Her legs held him in, and she pulled his face close again. "And if the Seamstress sees fit to give me a child, then I will bear it proudly."

A tidal wave of emotion and lust washed over Bakugo at that sentence. With one final thrust, he pushed in as deeply as he could, and pumped his cum into her. Uraraka screamed as she fell over into her own orgasm, her walls milking him for every drop. She kissed him, hard and full of desire. He pushed his tongue into her mouth first, and she eagerly accepted it.

They laid there without moving for a long time. No words were exchanged, but many kisses, touches, and looks were, all of which said volumes. Finally, Bakugo rolled over to the side, extracting himself from inside of Uraraka, and she rolled with him, putting her head on his chest, and sighing contentedly.

Bakugo's mind raced, still trying to sort out the role playing from the actual feelings. It was all just role playing, right? He wasn't so sure anymore. "So… Um…" he started, hesitant. "Where did that seamstress stuff come from?"

Uraraka giggled. "Have you seen this skirt? It's beautiful! I figured a sorceress that wears something this audacious must worship some kind of tailor or seamstress god. I hope you didn't get cum all over it." She sat up to pull the skirt out from under her butt to make sure, squinting down at the fabric in search of any drop. "I kinda want to buy it from the hotel."

"Sure, but what about the other stuff you said?"

"Oh! You mean the baby thing?" She waved him off. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my birth control or anything. We're still safe!" Uraraka leaned towards him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "How much longer do we have the room for? Think you got enough left in the tank for round two in the bed? It looks really comfy." She stood on wobbly legs, carefully removing the dress and her shirt, and climbed into the bed.

Bakugo stared at her, pondering if she was avoiding his question, or if he could take her at face value. He sighed. It was role play, after all, so it probably meant nothing. "What was that spell you were trying to cast?" He climbed in after her.

Uraraka giggled, rolling on top of him. "The Dragon Slave? It's a good thing you stopped me from casting it. It would have turned all of Mustafu into a crater." She leaned down to kiss him, trying to entice him to get hard for her again.

Bakugo returned the kiss, trying to concentrate on the physical feelings rather than his racing thoughts. However, there was still a little voice he couldn't quite squash in his head that whispered "but what if…"