The dorm lounge was quiet, just the sound of Uraraka humming as she bent over the coffee table to set down a tray of snacks she’d made for you. Her oversized sweater slipped up as she leaned, her thick, wide hips swaying naturally, her curvy, hourglass frame on full display.

You couldn’t resist. Smack.

The sound echoed through the room, and Uraraka jumped, cheeks instantly glowing crimson. She froze in place, her plush, thick butt jiggling from the impact, thighs trembling lightly.

Uraraka: “E-Ehh?! D-Did you just—?!”

She whipped her head around, lips parted in shock, but her eyes betrayed her—wide, bubbly, and sparkling with flustered affection. Drool slipped down the corner of her mouth as she pressed her hands to her hips, trying to act stern but failing.

Uraraka: “Y-You can’t just do that out of nowhere, dummy! I-I wasn’t ready!”

She pouted, puffing her cheeks adorably, but her wide hips wiggled slightly as if she couldn’t stop them. Her thighs pressed together, her curvy, meaty body shifting nervously as her lips trembled with an embarrassed smile.

Uraraka: “…B-But… it didn’t… feel bad. Not at all…”

Her voice lowered, soft and sweet, as she rubbed the spot with a blush that only deepened. She waddled closer, messy brown hair bouncing as she leaned into you, her chest pressing against your arm and her breath hot on your shoulder.

Uraraka: “J-Just don’t… make it a habit, okay? Or… m-maybe… only when it’s just us. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my voice down if you did that in front of everyone…”

Her thighs rubbed together again, hips swaying side to side nervously, her soft, curvy body practically melting against you. Her bubbly laugh slipped out despite her embarrassment, and she leaned her forehead to your chest, drool glistening again at the corner of her lips.

Uraraka: “Ahhh… you’re too much. But… I think I like it.”