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amybloomz · 13 days ago

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ᯓ★ i never missed you (maybe just a little bit.)

where ochako uraraka is trying to digest all of her trauma from the previous school year while also trying to understand why her ex boyfriend won’t even look at her.

where katsuki bakugo claims everything is fine and that what happened during the previous school year was just apart of being a hero while also trying to digest his true feelings over what had happened.

ochako’s point of view.

author’s note: i love kacchako so much and they r literally my otp so have chapter one of this!?

masterlist.

everyone deals with grief differently, and everyone has someone to grieve. for example, mina had delved into her world of dance to distract her from the realities of midnight’s sacrifice. sato had baked so much that he might as well open a bakery— it worked out well because every refugee shelter in japan needed more necessities and every person in class one— 2A was willing to help deliver them.

hero’s dynamight and uravity were delivering boxes of baked goods from sato and clothes made by the support course and yaomomo. everyone had to leave in partners just incase, but the war had long since ended. ochako always tried to start conversations with bakugo, but he’d always brush her off. she’d requested to change partners multiple times, but she was always denied. she wished she could crawl into bakugo’s mind, somehow understand what he was thinking. she gave it up as a bad job after a while.

they flew in silence, all that could be heard was bakugo’s explosions that were keeping him up. she wasn’t sure what to say; it’s not like he’d reply to her anyway. instead of being sad or upset about this fact, she feels frustration build up inside of her. she’d tried so hard to try a build them back up, it was like a switch inside of him had flipped.

she stares ahead, determined to get this job over with.

it had been a particularly long night of patrol, her coming back at around 2am to katsuki sat on the couch on his phone. at the sound of the dorm building door open, his head shoots up.

“you’re two hours late.”

“i got caught up trying to find a little boy’s mother,”

“i thought someone had taken you. i know you can handle yourself but you know how dangerous it is with all of the villains out there and shit,”

thunder crackles in the background and ochako’s face softens as she approaches him. although katsuki’s face seemed emotionless, she couldn’t help but notice the slight tremor of his body and the way his eyes were sick with worry. it reminded her that he cared, despite the front that he put on. dropping her head piece, she pulls him into a tight embrace. he clings onto her desperately— like he’s afraid she’ll disappear from his grasp.

it was only them inside of the universe, and she’d gladly keep it that way until she died. even then, the stars they’d create would never be too far apart. they’d shine for each other, with each other. future astrologers would look up at their twinkling lights and marvel at their beauty. she was so certain.

lightening strikes and thunder booms— suddenly ochako is falling from the sky like an angel falls from grace.

it startled her, causing her to tap her fingers together to release her from her gravity-defying quirk— she hadn’t assessed the situation at all and now she was falling. and bakugo was diving. his warm body collides with her shaking one and he wraps a tight arm around her waist. she holds onto him as he uses his explosions to manoeuvre them to safety. her heart almost beats out of her chest and she can’t tell whether it’s from panic, anxiety, or a secret third thing.

they land in an alley, the supplies thankfully in one piece, floating gracefully beside them. despite them landing, katsuki doesn’t budge. he keeps his tight hold on her waist and she lets him— ochako lets him. they stay like that for a few moments, eternity, listening to each other’s heart beats, copying each other’s breathing pattern. twinkling at the same rate. completely synced.

bakugo’s the first to pull away, of course.

thunder grumbles in the background as rain slices their skin. they’re completely soaked, yet they still stand there in the alley, unspeaking with so much to say. he lifts up some bags and she mirrors him.

“the shelter isn’t that far of a walk from here,”

ochako blinks, and suddenly she’s back in the dorms.

she’s decided that katsuki’s embrace is her favourite place to be. it’s like summer’s afternoon sun, golden and joyful. it creates a ball of warmth deep inside her chest, enveloping her heart and causing it to do flips. and they always seemed to last for infinity.

they were in her dorm, her head resting on his chest as they co-exist together. she listens to his beating heart and feels his chest rise and fall. the pros were preparing for the war to begin very soon, and this would be one of the last times they’d be able to stay like this until the fighting began. both were determined to persevere through this war and win, even if it killed them.

ochako decides she wouldn’t mind dying in katsuki’s arms if it meant feeling his warmth.

“if you get scared you can hold my hand,” katsuki says teasingly, though ochako knows better than to assume he’s joking.

“i think you’ll be needing to grab mine more,” she giggles and he rolls his eyes in amusement.

“absolutely not, i’ll be too busy exploding the shitheads to hold your hand anyways,” he grumbles, causing her to laugh harder.

“so i can’t hold your hand if i get scared?” she asks, trying to catch him out. his eyes widen.

“no that’s not what i meant pink cheeks!! don’t go twisting my words!!” he pouts in a playful anger and she clutches her sides as she watches katsuki’s face heat up in a flustered false fury.

another strike of lightening crackles and ochako flinches.

bakugo opens the door of the shelter, walking straight in and not bothering to keep the door open for her. she pushes it open herself and places the bags down at the entrance, hurrying over to ryukyu as she’s the pro who protects the shelter. the two make quiet conversation as bakugo begrudgingly begins to unpack all of the items that they had carried here.

a cold shiver runs up ochako’s spine and she comes to the sudden realisation that she’s soaked due to the rain and currently dripping onto the floor of the entrance. ryukyu simply laughs at her embarrassment and offers the two to stay the night at the shelter as it may be too dangerous to go out in the harsh conditions. ochako looks back at bakugo and agrees when she sees his slight nod of acknowledgement.

bakugo hated the rain.

ochako limps across the rubble: her suit, hair, and body drenched with the relentless rain. she doesn’t know what to do. himiko toga had just sacrificed her own life to save her’s. she was so young— the same age as ochako. uravity was supposed to save people, but she couldn’t even save one teenage girl.

exhaustion overwhelms her as she manages to reach the main fight and she collapses to the ground, trying to look up at the scene around her. trying to find her kat. she carefully pushes herself up, trying to get further in. she sees deku in the sky, fighting for his life, for safety, against any villain who may threaten his path. then she sees him. her stupid, angry, explosive, wonderful boyfriend. she sees the light of his star go out.

katsuki hated the rain.

they are taken to their room for the night. it’s small, and there’s only one bed, but they were no strangers to sharing one. bakugo goes straight to the bathroom, opting to get changed into the spare clothes they were given in there. she peels off her own wet clothes, placing them on the radiator and getting changed promptly before laying down on the bed. the bathroom door clicks open and bakugo walks out, placing his clothes beside her own.

“i can sleep on the floor if you need me to pink cheeks,” he mumbles, his face void of any hints to what he was truly thinking.

she smiles softly and shakes her head in amusement. “i don’t bite, ka— bakugo,” she catches herself just in time.

bakugo walks towards the bed, laying down on the edge, facing away from ochako. she turns her body to look at him, only to be met with his back. she nervously wraps an arm around his middle, and seeing him relax causes her to move closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

and for a moment, despite everything, it was like the war had never happened.

everyone in class 1A was admitted to the hospital once the war was over, some only stayed for a few hours— others had to stay for up to a week. it was the longest week of ochako’s life.

since she wasn’t supposed to leave her room, and only family were allowed to visit, she has no way of knowing if her kat was okay— no way of knowing if the star that inspired her was still burning brightly. she was terrified, a constant state of panic and anxiety.

when she was released, and settled back into the dorms, she immediately went to katsuki’s room. she knocked gently (just incase, she’d never want to wake him) and waited for him to open the door.

“what?” katsuki opens the door. his face is unreadable and he can barely look at her in her eyes. he sounded so— rude. harsh. cold. not like her katsuki anymore.

“i wanted to check on you, i haven’t seen you since.. and i needed to know you were okay!” ochako says sweetly, her voice not as full as life as it used to be.

“i’m fine,” he says bluntly, shutting the door in her face.

ochako stands staring at the door, surprise written all over her face. she doesn’t know what to do. she walks down the hall in a stunned silence, horrified at the interaction. she chalked it up to the war still being fresh in his mind, and she knew that people had different ways to cope— like mina’s dancing and sato’s baking— but she never for a second thought that her katsuki would shut her out. she decided to give him the space he needed, of course.

but eventually, slowly but surely, everything was becoming normal again. she was back to hanging out with deku, iida, todoroki, tsu and yaomomo and bakugo was back with ‘his idiots’ as he would call them. but bakugo’s attitude towards her never changed. it was radio silence from his side. he wouldn’t even look in her direction— it was like she had a disease.

then they read the patrol assignments, and hope swelled in her heart. maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to burn as bright as they used to. his neutral face didn’t change, but yaomomo swears she saw the corners of his mouth twitch up ever so slightly when he read their names.

on their first patrol, it was raining.

the light pattering on rain against the window was heard as the two laid together. simply existing. ochako decides that she would willingly die this way like she did just last year. his warmth consumes her, burning into her skin.

“why won’t you look at me?” she asks gently, anxiously— as if he would break if she was any louder. she feels him tense underneath her.

“because all i see is the girl covered in blood staring at me in horror in my final moments”

ochako wishes to stop breathing.

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grenadehearts · 2 months ago

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kacchako x reader

(in a challengers way)

warnings: 18+ content, female reader, porn w plot, aged up characters.

word count: 5.8k

authors note: this was a commission!! emergency comms open!!

Pro heroes Dynamight and Uravity—better known as Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka—have been working together for years. Their ship name, "Kacchako," trends online more often than they care to admit. Fans speculate endlessly about their "undeniable chemistry," despite the fact that they’re strictly friends—or, more accurately, friends bound by a shared professional goal and an unspoken tension that lingers between them.

At least, that's what they tell themselves.

For Katsuki, that tension manifests in his tightened pants every time his mind drifts to the thought of your soft, pink lips wrapped around his tip, leaving him on edge. Meanwhile, Ochako finds herself struggling to focus, her core pulsing with need as she clenches her thighs under her desk. She’s supposed to be sorting through agency applications—a task that should’ve taken no more than an hour—but her thoughts keep wandering. The vivid image of you beneath her, squirming and crying out her name, consumes her mind. She imagines burying her face between your slick folds, savoring every whimper you make.

Her lewd fantasies are interrupted by a loud explosion a few doors down, followed by an unmistakably gruff voice shouting expletives. Katsuki Bakugo. Ochako sighs, standing abruptly. She’s had just about enough of his attitude today. Well… maybe not entirely. Truth be told, she’s been silently competing with him ever since you walked through their agency doors, looking for a secretary position.

She knew you were going to get hired the second she saw you. How could you not be? From the moment you walked in with your form-fitting black blouse teasing just enough cleavage and your confident sway, Ochako was certain you could charm anyone. Bakugo, however, had a slightly different reaction. He practically lost his mind. The telltale vein in his temple bulged, his brows furrowed in a futile attempt to mask his interest. But Ochako saw right through him. The slight pink tint to the tips of his ears, the way his hands sparked with tiny explosions when you greeted him with your charming voice—he was practically a schoolboy with a crush.

It didn’t help that you’d strolled in with such natural charisma that Bakugo’s irritation quickly turned to poorly concealed lust. As you spoke, his muttered curses grew louder, and before long, he barked at Ochako to "handle the mess"—his words, not hers. Ochako couldn’t help but smirk at his futile attempts to disguise his attraction to you with anger.

From that day forward, Ochako knew one thing for sure: she had competition.

It hadn’t always been this way. When they first founded the agency, Katsuki had refused to conduct interviews. He called the process a "waste of time" and left Ochako in charge. That worked perfectly until she hired someone Katsuki deemed incompetent. His exact words? "A useless bastard who probably still has his mommy wash his ass." Since then, Katsuki had taken over all hiring responsibilities—until you showed up.

The moment you walked into the office, Katsuki was rendered useless. Ochako had to step in with a bright, professional smile, inviting you into her office for an interview. From the way you nervously fiddled with your hands beneath the table to how your nose crinkled in concentration, Ochako was smitten. You were hired on the spot, no questions asked.

Which brings us to the present: a furious Katsuki stomping around his office and a visibly exhausted Ochako standing just outside his door, arms crossed. Her usual cheerful expression is replaced with an annoyed frown. She’s over it. Well, mostly.

“What is it now, Kats? I could hear you all the way in my office,” Ochako says, her voice sharp.

Katsuki growls, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “Fucking shitty hair said my game’s been off lately. What the hell does he know?”

Ochako raises an eyebrow, stepping into his office. She perches herself on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Well…” she starts, dragging out the word just enough to be infuriating.

Katsuki glares at her, his crimson eyes narrowing. “The fuck do you mean, Round Cheeks?”

Before Ochako can reply with the cheeky retort hanging on the tip of her tongue, you burst into the room, struggling to carry a towering stack of paperwork in your arms. Both heroes freeze at the sight of you, Katsuki’s eyes immediately darkening with something primal while Ochako fights the urge to bite her lip.

“Excuse me,” you mumble, your voice soft and polite. You set the papers down on Katsuki’s desk with a relieved sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Ochako is the first to recover. She hops off the desk, casually leaning her shoulder into Katsuki’s as she passes by. In a low whisper meant just for him, she murmurs, “You know exactly what.”

Katsuki doesn’t reply. His focus remains entirely on you, his jaw clenched and his fists tightening at his sides. You glance between them, oblivious to the tension, before giving a polite smile. “Sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

As you turn to leave, Katsuki’s gruff voice stops you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You pause, looking over your shoulder. Katsuki avoids your gaze at first, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on the stack of papers as if they had personally offended him. He lets out a frustrated growl, rubbing his temple in aggravation. “What shitty extra filled those out? Fuck, I don’t care—just bring them to me next time, got it?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking in surprise. “Okay, sure.”

With that, you’re gone, leaving the two pro heroes alone once more. The silence is deafening until Ochako bursts out laughing, her voice filled with amusement.

“You’re so obvious, Kats,” she teases, slapping his shoulder lightly. “You’re lucky they’re too nice to notice.”

“Shut it, Round Cheeks,” he snaps, his ears turning pink again. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Ochako grins, shaking her head as she heads for the door. “Not as much as you, apparently. Good luck with that.”

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Katsuki alone with his thoughts—and the lingering image of your shy smile etched into his mind only making his pants seemingly tighter the more he thinks of you.

As the next day arrived at the office you noticed It was a particularly mundane yet increasingly frustrating day at the office. Outside, fangirls lined up, some even breaking in like deranged stalkers, babbling incoherently at Katsuki as the cops hauled them out. It was as if they expected him to return their unsolicited "affections," but Katsuki had long since grown desensitized to it all. Meanwhile, Ochako was slumped at her desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork that Katsuki stubbornly refused to acknowledge, far too distracted by the way your ass looked in the new skirt you'd bought last Sunday. You couldn’t help but notice him sneaking glances your way, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he’d quickly shift back to whatever he was pretending to do. You had grown used to it—the subtle way he watched, always crude yet unmistakable. It left you wondering if you were imagining things, or if his attention was just that obvious.

There was also the subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. Your coworkers seemed to pick up on the way Ochako doted on you—whether it was the accidental "Oh, I bought two of these, here, you have one" or her constant need to follow you around the office like you were her boss. At times, it felt strangely protective, even though it was a little much. It was so different from how Katsuki treated you—brash and blunt, often irritating, but his eyes… his eyes lingered longer than they should, and you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he saw something more. Or maybe you were just imagining it. Either way, you couldn’t deny the way it made your pulse quicken, even as you tried to brush it off as nothing more than a stupid fantasy.

The day dragged on with the usual office chaos—no major events, just the typical routine (well, except for the occasional break-ins by crazed teenage fangirls). Other than that, everything was fairly normal—until Ochako burst out of her office like a whirlwind of pink energy. With her cheeks flushed and a spark in her eyes, she declared it was time to celebrate. After finally tackling the mountain of paperwork, she bounced over to you, her energy infectious. "Let’s go out for drinks at the bar downtown!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. "It’ll be fun! We need to liven things up since it’s been so boring around here." Without hesitation, you agreed, eager to spend time with Ochako outside of the office.

That night, you found yourself walking to the address Ochako had given you. What she had described as a "bar" turned out to be more like a club. You paused for a moment outside, silently grateful that you had decided to wear that shimmery dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You rarely got to dress this way—most of the time you were stuck in office attire, but tonight felt different. Trailing behind you was your longtime high school friend. Ochako had suggested bringing someone, and while you didn't want to walk in alone, you also didn't mind having him along. It was the perfect excuse to not look out of place, and you were pretty sure Ochako had also brought someone along.

You pushed open the door, and the pulsating beat of the club music immediately hit you. But what caught your attention, even more, was Katsuki—standing there, his gaze cold as ice, gripping a glass in his hand. He looked utterly unbothered by the chaos around him, as if he was above it all. But you knew better—there was always something simmering under the surface when it came to Katsuki Bakugo.

His eyes locked onto your friend almost immediately, the predator in him stirring. You swore you could hear his teeth grind together, the tension building even in the midst of the chaotic noise of the club. Before anything could happen, though, Ochako bounced up from behind him, wearing a tight light pink mini dress. Her hair cascaded down to just above her shoulder blades, and a tiny flower lily was tucked into the side of her hair. You were in awe of how alive she looked in this moment—her energy practically radiated from her.

With a grin similar to that of a child on Christmas morning, Ochako playfully slapped Katsuki on the back of his head, scolding him to button the loose buttons on his shirt before he made every girl in the club have a meltdown. Then, with a sly smile, she turned and flashed your friend a shy look, still eyeing him warily as Katsuki continued to glare at him.

But before you could fully process the scene, Ochako grabbed your wrist and dragged you onto the dance floor.

The music enveloped you both as you and Ochako danced, clearly forgetting about your long-forgotten friend. You were hypnotized by her—the way her hips swayed effortlessly to the beat, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate pink with each change in tempo. Your pulse quickened, and the warmth in your lower belly intensified. You knew you were crossing a line, but everything in you urged you to keep going. Her hand gripped your waist like it was meant to be there, pulling you even closer, and before you knew it, she was pushing your body into hers. The movement was seamless, like you were both one, and it left you breathless.

The song’s pace quickened, and Ochako’s movements followed suit. She pulled you even closer, her grip firm but not painful. You could leave at any moment, you reminded yourself. But the heat of her breath on your neck, the way she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your strawberry shampoo, made you wish you didn’t have the option. You couldn’t think straight, and when she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, you felt a shiver race down your spine.

Her voice, once sweet and innocent, now took on a sultrier, more daring tone as she whispered against your skin. She asked, her breath warm and heavy, “Is this okay?” As she trailed her fingers further up your bare inner thigh, you could hardly form a coherent thought. All you could manage was a meek "yes" as she giggled softly into your hair. The sound sent another wave of desire through you, and the wetness between your legs became impossible to ignore.

“You look so beautiful in this dress,” she whispered again, her voice laced with intent. “I can’t wait to take it off you…”

The words alone sent you spiraling, and suddenly everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. You were no longer aware of the world around you—only of her, her hands, her body pressed against yours.

Before you knew it, you were dragging a giggling Ochako past the busybodies, feeling as though everything had shifted into a new dimension. Katsuki had already disappeared, and when you walked out, your friend was still grinding against some guy in the corner, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up when he noticed you leaving. You couldn’t care less as you hailed a cab, pulling Ochako inside as she paid the driver and gave him her address.

Before she could even turn to face you, you were on her. Your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as her thighs slotted between yours. She clung to the small of your back, her body pressed so tightly against you that it felt impossible to breathe without inhaling her every breath. The taxi swerved, the driver taking sharp turns, but neither of you cared. You were lost in each other, pushing and pulling like magnets, desperate for more, for friction—teetering on the edge of release but unwilling to cross the line in the backseat of this poor man’s taxi.

You slowly began to grind your hips against Ochako's, your dress inching up just enough to tease, exposing a glimpse of your lacy pink underwear. With quick reflexes, Ochako tugged the fabric of your dress back down, her large hand spreading across your ass, holding you close as she ensured no one would get a glimpse.

Ochako, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, tried her best to keep quiet, but the overstimulation was too much. Every fantasy she'd ever had of you was coming to life, and the feel of your wet heat rubbing against her thigh was nearly too much to bear. Her body was aching, desperate to taste you, to bury her face between your legs and lick your folds like a woman starved, but she held herself back, knowing the moment wasn’t yet hers.

Her soft lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, desperate to satisfy the hunger clawing at her. Nothing, she knew, would quench this thirst except for being buried deep inside you. She bit gently, nipping and tugging at your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to your jaw. Each bite was followed by a kiss, soothing the sting, but only making the hunger burn hotter.

Then, the car jolted to a halt. Ochako’s grip tightened, her hands desperate to keep you close. But before you could turn to see what caused the sudden stop (likely the fact that the taxi driver was a disaster at his job), Ochako pulled you toward her. She loosened her hold with one hand, using the other to cup your cheek, guiding your face toward her. Her smile, soft yet intense, sparkled in her eyes as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” her voice nearly breathless.

The words stole your breath away, and in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else to say. Without a second thought, you kissed her fiercely, your lips crashing into hers, leaving her with a bruise to remember. Her mouth opened to you, slow and steady, almost asking for permission as she teased the entrance to your mouth with the tip of her tongue. The heat between you built with each passing second, a trail of saliva intertwining as you finally allowed her full access, your tongues dancing together. Your chest pressed against hers, and you could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sending sparks of desire shooting through you.

You were completely consumed by the kiss, by the way she felt against you—her scent intoxicating, maddening. She smelled like lilies and pomegranates, a combination so utterly intoxicating that it nearly drove you to your knees. Her lips pulled at your bottom lip, tugging gently with her teeth as saliva trailed down your chin, dripping onto your breasts, now full and hard beneath your scandalous top.

It wasn’t until the driver’s harsh yell pierced the air that you even realized the car had come to a stop. "Get the fuck out," he shouted, breaking through the haze of desire that had clouded your senses. Ochako giggled softly, thanking the driver, but never once letting you slip from her embrace. She lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around her waist, tightening her grip on you as she stumbled out of the taxi and toward her apartment, her lips crashing into yours once more, the hunger between you both only growing deeper with every step.

Ochako fumbled for her keys, her lips breaking the kiss, leaving a glistening trail of desire between you. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper softly, the sound only fueling her need to reclaim you. She could barely hold herself upright, her knees weak from the intensity of the kiss. She was so close to just pulling you against the wall, but she whispered, “Shh, pretty… I just need my key, okay?” Her voice trembled with impatience, and you nodded, a flush creeping across your face at the sound of your own whimper.

She searched her bag, frustration mounting when she couldn’t find the key. She must have left it at Bakugo’s after dragging him there to make sure he came with her. She tried the door anyway, praying it would open, and to her surprise, it did. She dismissed the thought, figuring her nerves earlier had made her forget to lock it. Without hesitation, she stepped inside, immediately pressing her lips to yours again, taking what she needed.

You stumbled in together, kicking off your shoes, feeling the weight lift from her feet as she undid yours with ease. Her hands moved with a mixture of tenderness and urgency, undressing you, her touch firm as she guided you out of your dress. You stood there, bare in nothing but your pink panties, the absence of a bra feeling like a relief now.

You tugged at the straps of her dress, urgency in your hands as you pulled it halfway off, revealing her soft, bouncing breasts. You pressed yourself against her, desperate to feel her skin on yours. Her kiss deepened, hungry, as she pressed against you, her body an aching need to claim you fully.

She lifted you, practically carrying you up the stairs, her arms strong around you, but her desperation clear. She wanted to throw you on her bed, lose herself in you, taste you, feel you—the intensity of the moment building between you like a storm ready to break.

Halfway up the stairs, you froze, the sound of a familiar voice making your heart race in a way it shouldn’t. The sudden explosion of noise from the hallway was unmistakable, followed by a string of gruff words.

Ochako cursed under her breath, her hands stiffening as she lowered her voice, trying to stay calm. She crept back down the stairs, pulling you along with her, the tension building in the silence. She thought hard, trying to figure out why Katsuki would be here so late, before the realization hit her. She'd left his key at her place after dragging him earlier to drop off paperwork. She’d thought he’d just leave it, but knowing Katsuki, he likely stayed to make sure she was safe, or maybe to keep the papers from falling into the wrong hands.

You followed quietly, heart pounding. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Ochako stepped forward, her voice a little hesitant, “Kats?”

The sharp glint in his eyes met hers. “Pink cheeks,” he said with a smirk, his tone questioning. Then, his voice grew exasperated. “Fucking finally... Thought you were bringing home some shitty extra.” His eyes scanned the room, but when they landed on you, his expression shifted. His gaze locked on your bare form, lingering a little too long.

His eyes then flicked over to Ochako, noticing the disarray—her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair messy, evidence of the heated kiss you’d shared. “So this is what you’ve been up to, huh?” he muttered under his breath, a mixture of bitterness and amusement in his tone. “Instead of some random, you brought home our intern. Funny, Ochako. You knew how I felt.”

Ochako’s gaze dropped, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. “Kats… I was going to let you… but I—” Her words faltered, unable to finish.

But you couldn’t hold back any longer. “What? You felt what?” you asked, your voice curious, the tension thick in the room. Katsuki’s eyes darkened, and he just stared at you, silent, like he could see straight through you.

Ochako’s voice broke through the tension. “Kats likes you,” she said quietly, her words thick with sadness. “He has for a while.”

You studied him then, taking in every detail of his expression—the way his brow furrowed, the slight tremor in his voice when he was vulnerable. Something inside you clicked. You wanted them both. Ochako, in this frantic, almost feral way, yes—but Katsuki too, in a desperate, aching need. You wanted to see the parts of him that no one else did.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Share me.” Before Katsuki could protest, you locked eyes with him, your voice low, almost teasing. “And Katsuki… think of it as a challenge.”

Ochako, her usual cheer returning, bounced on her toes, eager to claim you again, but with a quick glance at Katsuki, she held back, letting him take charge.

Katsuki moves with an urgency that leaves you breathless. He presses your front against the nearest wall, his hips grinding into your clothed bottom as his cock twitches with need. His hands slide down your shoulders, rough and deliberate, until they capture yours. He pins them above your head in one firm grip, his strength undeniable as his other hand trails lower. His fingers spread your legs apart, finding your throbbing clit with practiced ease. The way he rubs—rough yet teasingly soft—sends shockwaves through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

He leans into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. The soft brush of his blond hair tickles you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Katsuki’s height looms over you, making you feel small in the best way possible. “So fucking wet,” he growls, his voice low and rough, dripping with command. “Gonna turn ya around so I can see that pretty face. Alright?” His tone makes it clear this isn’t a request.

Before you can answer, he spins you around. His crimson eyes bore into yours with a fire that makes your knees weak. He’s studying you, sizing you up like prey—calculating exactly what you can handle and what you can’t. But it’s Katsuki Bakugo; he doesn’t give a damn about limits. He’ll make sure you take everything he gives and then some.

And yet… there’s something else flickering behind his intense gaze. A quiet satisfaction, maybe even pride. Katsuki knows exactly what kind of effect he has on people—it’s impossible not to notice when extras are constantly throwing themselves at him like moths to a flame. Letters stuffed into his locker, stammered confessions after class, desperate looks from men and women alike—it’s pathetic. Weakness disgusts him, and he’s never had time for anyone who couldn’t keep up with him.

He’s ripped up countless love letters without a second thought, tossed aside every declaration of affection like garbage because none of it ever mattered to him. Love? Affection? That shit was for idiots who didn’t know better.

But then there was you.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t just want him—you challenged him in ways no one else dared to. And now? Now he wants you more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life, and it pisses him off how much power you have over him.

“Pink cheeks, here now,” Katsuki barks suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts as Ochako eagerly joins the scene. She practically skips over to you, her excitement palpable as she pulls you against her bare skin. Her soft thighs press against yours as she whispers into your ear, her voice sweet yet dripping with mischief. “Suki’s gonna take such good care of us,” she murmurs before biting your earlobe gently.

You’re caught between them—Ochako’s warmth at your back and Katsuki’s intensity in front of you. Your trembling hands fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt as he shrugs off the last piece of clothing covering his sculpted frame. His pale skin is a canvas of scars—each one a testament to his heroic nature—and the sight makes your breath hitch. A trail of auburn hair leads down to his pelvis, and Katsuki smirks when he catches the way your lips part in awe.

“Drooling already? Tch,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s no mistaking the pride in his tone.

He hauls you toward the couch with a roughness that speaks of urgency but not cruelty—just enough force to remind you who’s in charge here. Ochako follows closely behind, giggling softly as she whispers promises into your ear.

Moments later, you’re sprawled on Ochako’s lilac sofa, legs draped over her shoulders as her tongue works magic on your sensitive clit. Her nails dig into the plush flesh of your thighs as she moans incoherently against you—words like “beautiful” and “princess” slipping through her lips like a mantra. The heat in your belly builds rapidly, toes curling as you teeter on the edge of release.

Above you, Katsuki looms like a storm cloud ready to burst. His thick cock presses against your lips insistently, and when you take him into your mouth, the sheer size leaves you gasping for air. But there’s no room for hesitation—Katsuki demands everything from you. You push past the discomfort because pleasing him is all that matters right now.

“Fuck,” he groans low in his throat as his hand tangles in your hair to guide your movements. “So good, sweetheart.” The rare praise from him sends a jolt straight to your core.

Ochako’s tongue finds that perfect spot again and again while her fingers work her own clit feverishly behind you. The combined sensations—the taste of Katsuki on your tongue and Ochako’s relentless attention—leave you trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

Katsuki watches everything with laser focus—the way your lips stretch around him, the way tears gather at the corners of your eyes but don’t fall because you’re too stubborn to let them spill. You’re perfect like this: messy and desperate for both of them.

He hates how much this moment means to him—but fuck if he’s gonna waste it.

“Look at me,” he commands hoarsely, his voice roughened by pleasure as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. “Want this burned into my memory.”

Right as those words leave his cruel mouth, the simmering heat in your belly surges, your toes curling as your legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Ochako’s grip tightens around you, her hands firm as she feels the shift in your body, holding you in place. As you arch your back in pure, unrestrained ecstasy. Katsuki isn’t far behind, his rough moans spilling out despite his attempts to disguise them as choked curses. He hisses the word “fuck,” dragging it out in a low, guttural growl as his release spills into your mouth. Determined to show him you can keep up, you swallow eagerly, no trace of hesitation or displeasure crossing your face.

Ochako, having lapped up your cum with her supple tongue and swallowing it all like a starved woman, looks up at you with a beaming grin. Your pussy juices coat her face as her lewd fantasies come to life. She meets Katsuki’s eyes with a sweet yet demanding tone, “Suki, switch? Wanna sit on her face—pretty please?” With a grunt, Katsuki switches places with Ochako. The two of them bend you to their will, taking turns with you like dogs fighting over a bone. And fuck, it makes your pussy ache—desperate for Katsuki’s cock and Ochako’s tongue.

Ochako’s fat cunt presses against your face, her thick thighs enveloping you completely as she sits down with purpose. Instantly, your tongue goes to work, sliding between her folds and inching closer to her clit. As Ochako braces herself against the couch, Katsuki spreads your legs apart, his rough hands firm as he slides one finger, then another, into your aching core. He stretches you out slowly, preparing you for him, but his desperation gets the better of him. With a growl, he shoves in a third finger, the overwhelming sensation making you squirm beneath them both. Ochako grinds her hips against your face now, riding you shamelessly as strangled moans escape her lips. Struggling to catch your breath, you turn your face to the side and beg Katsuki through gasping words: “Please, Katsuki—need you. Fuck, need it so bad.” Your trembling hand moves to spread yourself open for him as you plead again, voice shaking: “Here.”

Katsuki takes that as a challenge, yanking your legs up so your ankles brush against his ears, spreading you apart as much as humanly possible. His cocky grin never falters as he looks down at you, his crimson eyes blazing with hunger. Your breathing grows more ragged, chest heaving as his thick tip grazes your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. Above you, Ochako rides your face with a steady rhythm, her thighs warm and soft against your flushed skin. She looks down at you with a teasing grin, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she purrs, “Oh, poor baby. Overstimulated already?”

Her words are laced with wicked amusement as she glances at Katsuki, the two of them exchanging a knowing look—a silent agreement passing between them. Without warning, Ochako leans forward, her hips still grinding against your face as she lowers herself to your chest. Her lips latch onto one of your nipples, tugging and biting just enough to make you gasp before soothing the sting with slow, deliberate flicks of her tongue.

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to follow her lead. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, he lines himself up and buries his throbbing cock into your tight pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch is instant and overwhelming, drawing a strangled moan from deep in your throat—muffled by Ochako’s relentless grinding. Katsuki lets out a guttural grunt, his jaw clenching as he sinks deeper into you, savoring the way your walls squeeze around him.

Ochako picks up her pace above you, her hips rolling faster against your face as she chases her own pleasure. The friction grows hotter and more intense with every movement, the vibrations from your muffled cries sending shockwaves through her sensitive folds. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she rides you harder, the slick heat of her arousal coating your lips and chin.

Katsuki’s thrusts grow rougher in tandem with Ochako’s movements, each one driving deeper and harder into you until all you can do is writhe beneath them. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, muffled moans, and ragged breaths as they take you apart together—pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Katsuki thrusts into you hard and forceful, each movement deliberate and unrelenting, as though bruising your cervix is his exact intention. The sharp sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with his ragged breaths and the faint whimpers he tries—and fails—to stifle. His sweaty palms grip your thighs tightly, desperate for control as your pussy swallows him whole, clenching around his cock with every thrust.

Above you, Ochako teeters on the edge of her climax, her hips grinding faster against your face. Your tongue laps skillfully at her folds, flicking and swirling in all the right places as she lets out breathless moans. Katsuki slams into you with even more force, the impact sending your head bobbing beneath Ochako. The sudden jolt causes your tongue to hit just the right spot on her pulsing clit, making her cry out as her body trembles. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions for support as she comes undone, her juices spilling over your face in a hot rush.

Determined to please her, you eagerly swallow everything she gives you, your tongue darting out to lap up any drops you might have missed. Ochako shudders above you, her voice shaky yet sweet as she murmurs praise between gasps.

Katsuki's dick twitches inside your cunt as he shoves it in deeper and deeper with every thrust, each movement more aggressive than the last. You grind your hips desperately, trying to play a game you'll never win against him. Tired of your resistance, he sprawls his hand across your lower stomach, pressing down as he buries himself deeper, so eager to feel the bulge his cock creates inside you. Your babbling incoherent nonsense fills the room, the sounds pushing him closer to his breaking point. With a sudden, rough movement, he desperately pulls his cock out of you just before it gives its last twitch, spilling hot and thick across your stomach. Exhausted, he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his breath ragged and heavy.

While Leaving you panting and completely fucked out of your mind, Ochako rests on the side of the couch, her eyelids drifting closed as tiredness takes over. Katsuki's full body weight pins you down as he lets out harsh, uneven breaths. Your body grows lax, muscles trembling from overstimulation as you teeter on the edge of sleep. Just before you drift off, Katsuki whispers into your ear, his voice almost inaudible, "You get the day off tomorrow, cause I'm not that much of an asshole."

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