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Assistant: Title: Is is fun to watch?
        Author: Torisorva Torisorva 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Katsuki finds a forgotten notebook down at the common room, Urarakas forgotten notebook not to mention.He was just supposed to retun it to the cute round faced owner and then head to bed when he heard something he differently shouldn’t have.He hadn’t meant to watch…He really hadn’t.But he did anyway.
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              Katsuki finds a forgotten notebook down at the common room, Urarakas forgotten notebook not to mention.He was just supposed to retun it to the cute round faced owner and then head to bed when he heard something he differently shouldn’t have.He hadn’t meant to watch…He really hadn’t.But he did anyway.
            
        

        
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      This in my first attempt on writing this, well sm@t in general— so plz do be nice!English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for the mistakes here and there! I’ll fix em if I find them. 😊
    




  





    
        
          Bakugou looked down at the table in the common room, the one placed closest to the kitchen with a beige coloured notebook forgotten with its pages wide open, completely abandoned. As well as a now very cold coffee right beside it. Whoever left it was in a d@mn hurry by the looks of it. He thought. He stared at the notebook with a pinched expression when he saw what was written at the top of the page: Microbiology organisms  It was the notes from today’s biology class. Notes that were needed for the assignment that had to be turned in by Friday morning, which was in two days.  As much as it annoyed him that he knew this, it wasn’t Ashidos, she owned not a single notebook that wasn’t neon, she claimed it made her forget ‘em less. It wasn’t Kaminari, these notes were far too organized, not to mention the handwriting was too straight and pretty to even be considered as his.  Kirishima was dumb, but not that dumb to forget his sh@t, and again the handwriting. Neither was Sero. He was also pretty sure Sero didn’t own a beige coloured notebook, he keeps his sh@t to the color skim of his room.  He almost considered leaving it since the idiot was stupid enough to leave their sh@t out like this. Even if their notes were— need, to some degree.  But only almost. He wasn’t that big of a piece of sh@t to ignore someone’s else’s forgotten sh@t. Anymore. 


  Mostly at least. 
 He pulled a hand out of his pocket and closed the notebook shut before picking it up to look for the name of its owner.  Uraraka Ochako, it read.  He ran his tongue across the bottom row of his teeth as he stared at the name.  
  Cheeks. The forgetful idiot is Cheeks. 
 He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. At least she was on the same floor as him so he didn’t have to go that far, even if she had fallen asleep he could just leave it at the door for her to find the next morning.  He picked up the cold coffee cup and walked towards the kitchen sink, washed it out with water and placed it beside the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes.  He turned around, notebook in hand as he turned for the escalator. 

* * * ”Ah Bakugou-kun!” He imagined her staring up at him with a surprised but happy look on her face when she would open her door.  But then again…  “Eh, bakugou-kun?” The look of confusion and maybe even disappointment was an expression planted on her face he couldn’t help but imagine either. He frowned.  The ding was heard and the escalator doors opened.  He shook his head and groaned loudly in annoyance as he walked out of the escalator and towards her door at the end of the hall. This was annoying, it was just a d@mn notebook. Whatever d@mn expression she had on her face didn’t matter, it shouldn’t matter.  It was just Uraraka, just Cheeks.  Cute round and pink Cheeks. He frowned again as a blush creeped up his neck. It was so unbelievably pathetic that he still felt this way towards her.  He hadn’t realized he liked her in a romantic way until the end of their first year, when he had put all the puzzle pieces together. When she had jumped up on a building in the pouring rain, on the day they got Deku back. He had found her mesmerizing, breathtaking, like a bright glowing star he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from. She was beautiful, even when she yelled into that microphone with tears falling down her cheeks and wet hair sticking to the side of her head.  He slapped himself in the head with the notebook, hard.  He had gotten real d@mn hurt in the war, and yet even when everything was so d@mn blurry and hard to recall after he had woken up when it was over, she was still as clear as he found her beautiful.  He gave himself a second hit with the notebook.  He stopped up when he realized he had gotten to her dorm room. He pinched the bridge between his eyes and let out a small sigh. He stared at the door for a second before knocking.  No response His brows fell into a frown, before knocking again, a bit harder this time.  No response  His frown depended. What? Even if he had thought about the change of her being asleep, he hadn’t actually thought she was. It was only around 10 PM. Uraraka was very much a night owl, so it was kinda surprising that she had fallen asleep already. He recalled the state he found her notebook at, and came to the conclusion that there was probably something that came up that had left her to pass out early.  Early to his classmates' standards, it was by no means early to him.  “Oi Cheeks, you awake?” He didn’t yell but his voice was by no means quiet. He raised his fist to the door for a third time, but paused before it would hit, when he heard a noise. A single brow rows at that.  So she was awake.  
  The f@ck? 
 She was ignoring him and that kinda p@ss@d him off. For a second, he sort of thought she was doing it because it was him, but she had ignored the knocking before he even spoke, so that wasn’t it.  “Cheeks, you forgot your notes in the d@mn common room dumb ass!” He raised his voice. If she was ignoring him, he’ll just make sure she would think better of it next time when he hasn't done sh@t to anybody.  
  “Hmm~” 
  came her muffled voice from behind the door. 
  
    She doin’ f@ck@ng yoga in there or something? 
  
  He thought as his blond brows lowered in confusion. 

   

  He moved his ear to the door, his hand automatically going for the handle, not realizing it was open. 

   

  As soon as the door creaked, he stopped dead in his tracks, when he heard her voice breath out a moan. 

   

  And 
  
    not 
  
  one out of discomfort. 



  His red eyes went wide, his eyebrows might as well have shot themselves off his forehead by how quickly they went up. He felt his ears and cheeks go hot. 
 
  He stared through the crack, feet frozen in place. Another sound of pleasure came from her bathroom and his eyes shot up and away from where they had planted themselves on her bedroom floor. 
 
  If he was blushing before, then he was sure he might actually have switched with Todoroki’s quirk and set himself on fire, when his eyes made immediate contact with the bathroom mirror. 
 
  Uraraka was sitting on the white tiles opposite her mirror, completely 
  
    naked
  
  , her soft looking legs spread wide. 
 
  Katsuki gulped. 




  Her left hand was planted on her left t@t, two fingers pinching her hard pink nippel. Her fingers on her right were held tightly around the cause of her moans as she circled it gently around her cl@t. It was like he was watching a f@ck@ng p@rn, expecte, the effect it had on him was f@ck@ng instant and whole lot more enjoyable. 

   

  “
  
    Aahh~ Hmm~” 
  
  He couldn’t take his eyes away from her face, and her cute pink blushed cheeks. He wanted to kiss each of them, kiss her all over. 

   

  Her red lips parted, going almost soundless as her pretty brown eyes rolled back, but was quickly covered by her eyelids and lashes as she leaned her head backwards into the wall, breathing out a loud dirty dreamed moan as her entrance twitched. 

   

  His eyes darkened as his gaze lingering on her expressions, glancing towards her cl@t and her breast to watch the effect the toy and the nipple play did to her. 

   

  
    F@ck me. 
  
  He thought. He hadn’t meant it literally, but 
  
    god 
  
  did he want her to. 

   

  His brain had completely stopped functioning at the sight of her. Otherwise, it would have done nothing but yell at him to look away or to dash out of the d@mn room when he realized what she was doing, but no. He was watching her as she was being intimate with her f@ck@ng toy, thinking she was alone. No one near to hear those down right sinful noises, which would with out a doubt haunt his wet dreams for the rest of f@ck@ng eternity. 

   

  Her left hand -previously used to please her soft and smooth looking breast- flew to the ground to steady herself when her hips jerked forward. Her ass slightly hovering over the ground as she let out a loud panting moan, that made his d@ck twitch throughout his whole body. 

   

  A low volumed: ”
  
    Fuuuckk” 
  
  left his lips when something wet dripped out from between her pretty wet folds. 

   

  
    “AAahhH!~ uh—F@ck me-ahh!~”
  

   

  
    F@ck if only she would let him. 
  

   

  “S-so c—Ahh— close!~” 

   

  Bakugou watched her —as the f@ck@ng pervert he clearly was— cry out the most loudest and f@ck@ng s@x relieved orgasem he have heard since he walked ind here, and straight up f@ck@ng eraised the knowledge of how to walk out again. 

   

  Her beautiful, sweat covered back curled, the heels of her feet shot up as she cried out when she came, drenching her bathroom tiles beneath her in her juice. 

   

  He was pretty sure he just creamed his f@ck@ng pants by the sight of that alone. 

   

  She gently lowered her ass back to the tiles as she panted, shoulders relaxed, her head tilted slightly to the side with her eyes closed as she turned off her vibrater and put it aside. 

   

  “
  
    God 
  
  I needed that…” she moaned, opening her eyes with a deep sigh. 

   

  He suddenly remembered where he was and paled. Eyes wide as he bit the inside of his cheek, tasting Iron, to stop himself from cursing out loud, exposing himself. Which would without a doubt leave Uraraka to hate him forever. 

   

  He could have f@ck@ng 
  
    sworn
  
   he caught her eye in her mirror, when she stood up and hovered there for a second. But Uraraka hadn’t seemed to have noticed him in her low lighted bedroom, because she turned around and bent over to pull out a basket from her bathroom storage cabinet placed beside the toilet. 

   

  When she had turned around, he had swallowed 
  
    hard 
  
  out of relief and was a mere second away from bolding out of the d@mn room—

   

  —but then she bent over. 

   

  And Katsuki’s brain turned to mush. 

   

  Everything that wasn’t seen before, and whatever he hadn’t seen clearly enough— not even a minute earlier, was now real f@ck@ng clear. 

   

  Her round ass high in the air, each cheek cowered in her juice it f@ck@ng shined from her bathroom light above. Her slick dripping down her thighs, her folds— 

   

  
    F@ck everything was wet.
  

   

  He could f@ck@ng imagine his hands on her hips. His tongue sucking on her cl@t, before licking over her folds and further up to her smaller hole. Or his fingers curled up inside of her as he circled her cl@t with the other, when he ate her out. 

   

  Katsuki’s eyes snapped to her small hand that appeared on her lower left thigh from between her legs and followed it, as it slowly moved upwards. Three fingers slowly sliding against her folds, wetting them. “Oh f@ck…” he mumbled when she slit a finger between them. In and out. And then all three. 

   

  She hummed, removing her fingers as she turned to her toilet. His eyes widened when he saw it. 

   

  A flesh coloured d@ld@. 

   

  With a good couple inches to it. 

   

  The bold in his pants was uncomfortably f@ck@ng thight right now. He licked his lips as his eyes focused on the hand she just used to finger herself with, closing around the silicone d@ld@ and focused on the top. 

   

  She slammed the d@mn thing on the toilet seat and f@ck@ng 
  
    slapped
  
   it ams hummed as she watched it bounced back and forth. It was like Uraraka had slapped 
  
    his 
  
  d@mn d@ck by the way it f@ck@ng twitched down there. 

   

  He hovered against the door frame, getting as close to the d@mn mirror as he could when she moved, squatting over it, knees spread. Slowly pressing the d@ld@ against herself, grinding her folds against it, over and over again. 
  
    F@ck@ng please d@mnit! 
  
  It was like he was being f@ck@ng teased.

   

  In one f@ck@ng go, Uraraka slammed herself down on the d@ld@, swollowing it up completely with her walls. 

   

  “
  
    AHhhh!~”
  

   

  Katsuki let out a loud groan. 

   

  She would without a doubt have heard him if it wasn’t for the high pleasured moan she herself led out at the very same time. 

   

  He slammed his left hand against his mouth and moaned into his palm. She moved her hips upwards and slammed them back down, over and over, faster and faster. 

   

  
    “OHh Gosh— yes!~” 
  

   

  
    “ughh—SoGood—SoGood~!! AHH!” 
  

   

  His eyes lingered at the mirror. Watching the d@ld@ disappear within her walls and her face twitch in pleasure, as her eyes rolled back. 

   

  
    “Oh f@ck Ochako~” 
  
 He hadn’t realized he had moved his other hand down into his pants, until he had breathed out her name into his palm. God did he want that to be his c@ck, his c@ck filling her up, making her scream.  Soft t@ts bouncing with her hips, her baby hairs started to stick to her face as she started sweating.  God she was f@ck@ng beautiful.  Uraraka would take him so well, squish her walls against him as she screamed out his name when she f@ck@d herself on him. She could use him however she wanted. He wanted her to use him, wished for it even.  
  “Yesyesyesyes f@ck— Fill me please!”
 F@ck I’ll fill you to the f@ck@ng prim Angel.  He fastened the pace, f@ck@ng his palm. He breathed out her name like a d@mn prayer as he felt his release coming closer.  She clung to the toilet seat with one hand as she moved her left hand to her cl@t. Tilting her body slightly more to the mirror, showing off more of her to him. He knew very well that none of it was for him, and it most differently won’t ever be after this. But at this very moment he would let himself enjoyed it, no matter how f@ck@ng wrong it was. He could regret the aftermath of all of this, the second it was over and the second he would see her face in class on tomorrow— and every single f@ck@ng day that would come after.  He moaned and she quickened the pace of her fingers on her cl@t, her breathing loud as the movement of her hips quickend. She slammed her c@nt down on the d@ld@ hard before her hips jerked up, letting out a restrained moan as she squirted as soon as the toy slipped out of her. Her eyes closed, her head jerked backwards as her body curled upwards.  He felt the hot thickness in his pants as he came, moaning out her name as he continued to jerk himself off to her.  The second after he just popped his load all over the inside of his pants did the realization hit him for a second time.  
  FuckFuckfuck
 He ripped his hand off his d@ck and mushed the c@m off on the side of his thigh, her notebook long since dropped and forgotten on the floor.  He took a step back, his hand reaching for the door knob.  He hurried out of the door as soons as his sweaty palm curled around its knob, closing it behind him in what he hoped was quite before practically running down to the hallway to get to the stairs. Fuckfuckfuck what the hells wrong with me!? I just f@ck@ng ogled Uraraka as she was… was— mast— AGHH! Curse after curse flooded his brain as he hurried towards the boys side of the dorm in shame and embarrassment.  How the hell was he supposed to look her straight in the face tomorrow— or for the rest of their damn academics? She would never forgive him if she found out.  * * * Ochako walked out of the bathroom the second she heard the door close far harder than she would guess Bakugou had meant to.  She stared at her notebook abandoned on her floor— and previously left forgotten down at the comment room by Ochako herself. She hadn’t meant to leave it really, but she got a little side tracked when her toy arrived.  She didn’t move, slowly feeling the blush of embarrassment linger up her neck. He had stayed there even when he had figured out what she was doing. She couldn’t really see anything from her position, but she just couldn’t help it when she had faintly spotted spiky blond hair and the red glow of his pretty eyes due to the lighting from the small crack he was hovering behind.  She really didn’t think that she would like someone spying on her when she was doing sexual stuff, and maybe she would have been mad— humiliated even, if it was anyone else.  And It was not like she wasn't humiliated, she was— but it was mostly because of the fact that she actually enjoyed it. Clearly, she had made a mess.  She looked back into the bathroom and blushed at the sight, the mess on the tiles and the slick cowered d@ld@ on her toilet seat. She couldn’t even see his eyes, and yet just because she knew they were there had made her…  She bit her lip when a weird sense of excitement rolled through her body again. She really should be mad at him but the l@st of having him watch her— or even better replace her toy— won the argument by a long shot.  She giggled as she went to get her some paper to clean her mess up after she washed her hands at the sink. Bakugou wasn’t really someone who did romantic relationships, so if she could get him into the sexual kind with her, just for a little while— she’ll be satisfied enough.  Her mind was set, and she was more than willing to wait however long it might take for her to find an opportunity to have him.  She was a patient girl after all.'
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