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The scales on his cheeks were an orange-red, the color of a sunset fading into the evening. Sitting beside him, Uraraka could see the way they glistened against the flickering flames he'd created just moments before.
His eyes matched their color; a piercing red, and though she probably should've been terrified of him, she only found herself fascinated by all parts of his being. Her eyes trailed down his arm, glancing at the markings, mixed in with scales lining his skin. They disappeared under the sleeves which covered his forearms and she wondered what was hiding underneath.
Uraraka wanted to touch him. That thought alone made her blush. She wished to run her fingers all over the markings, and ask him what they meant. He would probably never answer.
Instead, she clutched at her staff and turned away from him.
It was rude to stare.
All of this felt... surreal. Her grandmother always told her the dragons would return, and for the longest time Uraraka believed her. It was the best fantasy she could imagine; Dragons soaring through the sky, humans using magic... really using magic, not just magical items...
And as she grew older she came to realize her grandmother's stories were just that: stories. Dragons weren't real, humans needed magical objects to harness magical power... and she was made fun of for believing in such ridiculous fairy tales.
Yet... here he sat next to her... scales shimmering in the fire. She glanced to him again, his angry eyes glared at the fire. Perhaps she wanted to touch him to make sense of things... to know he was real, that she wasn't dreaming.
He was so handsome too, when he wasn't scowling, and she had a hard time taking her eyes off of him.
"Tch," he scoffed. "I know you're fucking staring, Round Face. You're an idiot if you think I don't notice."
"Ah uhm..." she muttered, and bit down gently on her lip. She was truly hoping he wouldn't notice... "Sorry..."
"Whatever. Just ask me whatever shitty fucking question you wanna ask," he said.
She puffed out her cheeks, her fingers gently brushing over the wood of the staff. "Why should I even bother? It's not like you'll answer me."
They had been traveling together for a few days, and so far, Uraraka had learned a few things about Bakugou Katsuki.
First, he was a dragon. Or a human... who could shape shift into a dragon? It was unclear, since... he hadn't answered her questions about that. She saw him in his full dragon form however, so he obviously had the capabilities to change his form, though he hadn't shown her since that first day.
Second, he wasn't the only dragon. His clan was slowly dying out, destroyed by humans over decades. Just as her grandmother had once told her, dragons went into hiding, but apparently that hadn't been enough. He told her of his dying clan when he'd angrily wished to burn her village down.
Third, he was angry. All the time. She supposed she couldn't blame him... what with his entire clan slowly dying because of humans...
Ultimately, the guard mages had protected her village from the fire-breathing menace, but when they attempted to execute him, Uraraka stopped them, putting herself between him and them.
"Let me go with him! If we can learn more about dragons, maybe we can help them!" she begged.
Somehow, they agreed, and now here she was. Following the angry red dragon around. And everyday she drew farther away, she silently thought... 'Oh gods, it was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.'
Bakugou growled, a small puff of smoke slipping from his lips. "You get one shitty question. One. And then you can answer one for me."
Her eyes lit up. Was he finally coming around? It seemed they were going to be traveling for days, so maybe he realized it would be better to be... at least amicable?
"O-Okay! One question!" she said, clinging to her staff. A shiver rolled down her spine as she felt the night breeze blow over her shoulders, excitement building.
Her mind immediately began to race. What should she ask him!? Why were dragons going extinct? What were humans doing to them exactly? Was he actually a dragon, or just a human with dragon abilities? Could he choose what form he wished to be in at all times or were there rules? How many dragons were left exactly? Could he use magic besides having the ability to breathe fire?
"Can I touch your scales?!" she blurted out, and immediately covered her mouth. No! That... that wasn't what she wanted to ask! There were so many pressing questions and she asked the stupidest one!
He turned to her, his brow furrowing. "The hell!? That's why you were staring, Round Face?" He smirked. "And I thought you were going to ask me something fucking intelligent."
"N-No! I-I am! That doesn't count!" she said, shaking her head quickly. She cleared her throat. "My real question is... Are... you really a dragon? I mean... do all dragons look like you? Is this your normal form or is it... the dragon?"
He poked her forehead with his finger. "That's three fucking questions, idiot!"
"It's technically one! I mean, I'm just asking what the normal form of a dragon is!" she sighed.
Turning back towards the fire, he scoffed. "The dragon is my true form," he muttered. "We need magic to hold this form and we're running out," he explained. Was it that all dragons were all running out... or was it just him? Is that why the scales littered his face? His fists clenched against his pants, his hands trembling. Anger... again. Always he resorted back to it, as if it was his primary emotion.
"Needless to say we're losing our fucking minds." He growled again and picked up a small stick, chucking it into the fire.
She blinked and turned towards his throw. "What do you mean?" she asked, immediately desperate for more information.
"You've already asked, what, five fucking questions now, Round Face? Forget it," he snapped, his voice a low hiss.
She glanced down at the grass, shivering again as a breeze blew against the tall blades. Maybe... Maybe dragons weren't dying at all... maybe they were still alive but were turning into beasts... no longer able to maintain their human form.
But... why? Humans could only use magic if they had magic objects. Her staff was for white magic; levitation, healing... From all the stories, dragons were the ones who took their ability to use magic away... so... why?
She gasped, a revelation hitting her. "Bakugou! I-I have to ask-"
"Oi!" he said, turning towards her, leaning in close. She felt her cheeks flush as she stared at his red eyes. "My turn."
"R-Right..." she sighed. He wasn't going to answer anyway. Who was she kidding?
He pulled in a large breath of air, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled. He stared diligently at the fire, as if his question was slowly burning in there, eating away at the rage inside of him. "Why the fuck did you save me?"
"E-Eh? You really wanna know that?" she asked softly.
He stared expectantly, waiting for her response. She took that as a yes.
She blushed, gently pulling her staff to her chest. Shutting her eyes, she rocked her feet up and down, her shoes brushing against the grass. "When... I was a little girl, my grandmother would tell me stories about dragons. I thought... dragons were the most incredible creatures and I wanted nothing more than to learn all about them. I was convinced they were real... everyone thought I was crazy because... as far as most humans know... you don't exist," she whispered.
"But then you showed up and I had so many questions and I saw the anger in your eyes and I thought... you needed to live. You had a reason to... and you were one of them! One of the creatures I so desperately wanted to meet... I couldn't... I couldn't just let you die," she said, wrapping her arms around herself, the cold night air getting under her skin. "I want to help you in anyway I can."
His red eyes were wide as he stared at her, his mouth slightly agape. She wasn't sure what his response was going to be, but he quickly furrowed his brow, scoffing as he turned back towards the fire. She couldn't tell if he was blushing slightly, or if the flames were reflecting off of his bright scales.
Reaching over, he grabbed his long red cloak, fur lining the collar. He swung it around, wrapping it over her shoulders. Immediately she felt warmth wash over her, the fur tickling at her round cheeks.
"B-Bakugou?" she questioned, turning to face him, though his lips were quirked in a strange pout.
"You're cold. Wear it. Shoulda packed better dumbass," he grunted, adjusting how it sat around her neck.
His face was incredibly close to hers and she felt her cheeks heat up, warmth rushing over her body yet again. "Y-Yeah... I guess I should have..." she whispered, her throat running dry.
Groaning, he rolled his eyes and reached down for her hand, yanking it to his face. Her brown eyes widened as she felt her hand press against his cheek roughly from the movement, and she stared at him, her face turning bright red.
"B-Bakugou... W-What are you?" she stammered, unsure of what he was trying to do.
"Fuckin-..." he snapped, but paused to pull in a long breath. "You said you wanted to touch them..."
"O-OH!" she gasped, pulling her hand away from the shock "Your scales! R-Right!" she said and slapped her hand back against his face.
He winced, and immediately glared, his nostrils flaring yet again. "Don't fucking SLAP me!"
"I-I'm sorry! I was just surprised!" she said, but this time kept her hand in place. Her fingers brushed over the surprisingly smooth scales. They were rough, like touching a grooved stone, but they felt surprisingly soft, like his skin blended in perfectly with the red. She was definitely staring this time, but apparently he didn't mind. "They're... really beautiful." She stroked over them one more time, her touch gentle, caressing at his cheek. It was intimate, though she didn't seem to notice, her brain succumbing to her fascination.
"They're... just scales idiot..." he mumbled.
"But... I've never seen anything like them. I've never seen anyone like you," she said gently.
"Heh..." he snorted. "'Course you haven't. Dragons don't normally wanna be seen!" He paused, and her eyes met his. Their faces were much closer than she remembered, and she felt his breath tickle ever so slightly against her lips. "You're not... bad yourself Round Face..." he muttered.
Her hand began to fall away from his face, her fingers lingering on his jaw before he grabbed her wrist and turned his lips to meet her skin. Uraraka's eyes widened and her stomach dropped, butterflies fluttering in her lower abdomen. What was he doing?! "Bakugou-" she gasped.
His lips trailed down her arm, and gently, he yanked her forward. His hands curled around the collar of his cloak and he pulled her towards him, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss.
She sighed into his mouth, her body immediately wanting more. He tasted incredible... smokey, with the hint of something sugary, though she couldn't quite place it. Her chest heaved as she felt her body move towards him. He was so warm... and after staring all night... she only wanted to touch him more.
Her arm slid up his, her fingers brushing over the scales on his shoulder. She loved how rough they felt beneath her fingers, scraping at her skin. "Bakugou..." she breathed.
"Shut up Round Face, and let me thank you," he snapped, nipping at her lip.
"Thank me?" she mumbled.
"For... you know what for. Enough with the damn questions!" he growled and swiped his tongue over her lip.
Honestly, there was no reason for her to question it. She had been staring at his lips for so long... staring at his entire being, and yes... there was a small... perverted part of her deep inside that wanted so desperately to touch him and have him touch her back.
And he was giving her exactly what she wanted.
She moaned against his lips, wrapping her arm around his neck. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to thrust inside, their warm saliva mingling together. She whimpered, and pushed herself closer to him, struggling to stay close to the warmth of his bare chest.
Pushing her backwards, his hands moved lower, stroking at her hips and the small of her back as he guided her to the ground. She lay before him, his cloak splayed out behind her, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. "Damn Round Face. You're pretty fucking cute like this... you know that?"
Her cheeks flushed even more when his hand came to her robe, tugging at the buttons as her breasts fell free, her skin hitting the cool air. "Ah! Bakugou! We can't... just out in the open!"
Her nipples hardened immediately and he licked his lips. "Delicious," he growled, lowering himself. "Who the hell cares! No one is around for miles!" he snorted. He flicked his tongue over one of her buds and wrapped his lips around her, sucking hard on her round mound.
"Ngh!" she gasped, her chest arching towards his mouth, needy for more. No one had ever touched her like this… not so… perfectly. He swirled his tongue around, rapidly flicking it over her hard nipple, and she trembled beneath him, her eyes staring up towards the sky. "H-Hah... Bakugou... please..." she gasped.
As if her wish was his command, he brought his other hand to her chest and squeezed her other breast. Her skin was cold against the air, but her body was heating up so fast. She felt herself growing wetter by the moment, her core desperate to feel him inside of her.
"What do you want, Uraraka?" he said, his eyes glancing up towards her as his tongue flicked against her other nipple, his lips curling around her as he sucked hard. His red scales glistened brightly, almost sparkling against the stars.
"I-I... HAH.. oh gods," she whimpered, her whole body moving towards him, her legs spreading. He had already settled himself in between them, and she wanted him to touch her more... lower. "M-More," she said finally, her voice coming out breathy and labored.
"Alright," he smirked, licking his lips. He brought his hand to her thigh, digging his thumb into her thigh-high tights. Spreading her legs further, he used his other hand to curl his fingers around her panties pulling them down. "You're really into this," he smirked.
"S-Shut up!" she gasped. "It... took me by surprise!" she whined, pressing her head against the soft grass.
He tossed her panties to the side and immediately lowered his head, his tongue flicking over her her swollen clit. Her walls throbbed, soaked with her juices, and she whined when the cool breeze brushed against her heat.
"Bakugou!" she yelped, pulling in a sharp breath. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt his tongue swirl around her clit, his lips sucking hard on her sensitive spot. "NGH!" she gasped, her hand gripping at his hair.
Uraraka's fingers trembled in his blond locks, her hands clammy as she tried to grip something... anything to ground her to this earth. Her body felt euphoric while his tongue moved lower, like she was using her levitation magic and she was soaring above the cloud. He pressed his tongue inside of her, stretching her walls with his wet muscle as he slurped at her juices. Her mouth dropped open, her gentle moans vibrating deep in her throat.
"Bakugou... oh my… gods... ah!" she whined, panting as her chest heaved, her naked breasts gently flopping with the movement. Bakugou's hand gripped at her thigh, raising her leg ever so slightly so his tongue could push deeper. He was so warm, his breath tickling her outer walls.
"You're pretty fucking wet down here, Round Face," he chuckled staring up at her for a moment. He licked his lips again, and flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit. "Think you can cum for me?"
She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her lower stomach. Her spine rolled against the grass, each vertebrae tingling with pleasure. She curled her lips into a smile. "You better make me," she purred.
"Is that a fucking challenge?" he snarled, his fingers digging into her thigh.
"Maybe..." she hummed, a moan squeaking out at the end of her sentence.
He pressed his face back down, sucking harder on her clit, his other hand reaching up to grip at her breast. His fingers rolled across her hard nipple, his tongue flicking over her hardened bud.
Her toes curled, and her hands gripped at his hair and wrist tightly. She was close; the faster he moved, the tighter her body began to feel... as if something were about to snap. "Hah... Hah..." she gasped, turning her head to the side as she canted her hips up towards his lips, her body twitching against him.
"Cum, Uraraka," he demanded, pressing his tongue inside of her as rapidly as he could. She felt her walls clench, her body unraveling before him. Her name on his lips was too sweet to resist.
Her fingers squeezed against his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. "B-Bakugou!! I-I'm cumming!" she gasped, her back arching off the ground as her hips pushed into his mouth, her orgasm rushing against his tongue. "Hgn… Ah!! Hah… hah..." she panted, her chest heaving. The pleasure coursed through her veins, the feeling prickling on her skin. Her body twitched, letting her ride out her high.
"That’s it. Let it all out. Good girl," he smirked, stroking at her thigh. His tongue lapped at her walls, his hand stroking over her hip.
She stared up at the sky, panting, struggling to catch her breath. She loosened her grip on his wrist and took a deep breath in. "That was... kind of amazing."
"Kind of? It was damn amazing from the looks of you!" he smirked, sitting back to stare at her.
Leaning down, he hovered over her, brushing his lips to meet hers, letting her taste herself. "Shut up..." she mumbled, flicking her tongue against his upper lip. "It was... pretty good though."
"Good. Now we're fucking even."
She brought her hand back to his face, her fingers caressing at his red scales. "I guess so. Not what I was expecting," she sighed dramatically, "but I'll take it I guess."
"You guess?" he snorted, but she leaned forward to peck his lips, buttoning back up her shirt.
"Who knows," she winked. "Maybe one of these nights I'll treat you to something interesting. Then you might owe me again."
His cheeks flushed and he clicked his tongue, glancing angrily away from her. "Forget it, Round Face."
She giggled, and cupped his cheeks, turning his face back to hers to kiss him once more. She smiled, pressing her lips to his own, as she sucked softly on his lower. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, keeping her warm in the cool air.
Uraraka had a feeling this adventure was going to be far more interesting than she originally planned.