It started playful. You caught Uraraka sneaking another one of your shirts to wear, the loose fabric slipping off her shoulder, showing off the curve of her bust. She giggled, cheeks red, until you stepped in close.

In one swift motion, you grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against your dorm wall. Her eyes widened, lips parting as a trail of drool slipped down her chin.

Uraraka: “Ahhh—! Y-You’re so strong… I-I didn’t think you’d just… do this—!”

Her thick thighs trembled as she shifted under your hold, her wide hips twitching side to side in nervous excitement. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heavy breasts pressing against your shirt as she squirmed, unable to hide how much she was enjoying the closeness.

Uraraka: “Mmm… this is… so much… but I-I like it… I like when you take control…”

You leaned closer, your body nearly flush with hers. She gasped, thighs rubbing together, then whimpered when you spun her around suddenly. Her hands pressed against the wall now, her hourglass shape arching perfectly in front of you.

Uraraka: “E-Ehh?! W-Wait—what are you—”

Smack.

Her plush, meaty butt jiggled under your hand, echoing in the quiet dorm. She let out a tiny squeal, face going crimson as more drool slipped down her lips and into her cleavage. Her legs twitched, feet curling against the floor as her hips swayed involuntarily.

Uraraka: “Ahhh—! Y-You… you just… smacked me… a-again… oh my gosh…”

Her voice cracked between embarrassment and pleasure, her hips wiggling despite herself.

Uraraka: “Hehe… i-it’s like… you’re saying I’m… all yours… huh?”

She peeked back over her shoulder, brown hair falling in messy strands across her flushed face, eyes glossy with both sweetness and dazed desire.