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ღ pro hero kacchako
ღ ‼️NSFW‼️
ღ oral, sexy dancing, improper storage of expensive clothing, just the thirstiest ochako

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Mod blue here! And here we go folks! First half of the smutty kacchako threadfic as voted by YOU!! ❤️ Will also be posted on AO3 once complete. Feel free to QRT.

Not beta'd, this is quick n dirty; nevertheless, please enjoy!

Being a pro hero had its perks. Sometimes.

For example, the all expenses paid trip to the country's classiest, most expensive hotel for a two day conference Uraraka Ochako was currently attending.

She had never seen such opulence in her life; even in her tipsy state

after the evening's cocktail party, the elevator alone was awe-inspiring, and she marveled, starry-eyed, at the pristine mirrored walls and glassy marble floor as she rode it up to her suite on the 20th floor, strappy heels dangling from her fingers.

It was also the perfect opportunity to steal a few discreet glances at her date for the weekend.

Equally inebriated and hiding it slightly better, Bakugo Katsuki was leaned against one gleaming wall, eyes closed gently, arms folded, his cheeks flushed from alcohol and endless

conversing, expression peacefully neutral.

In his form-fitting suit and tie, hair cropped and artfully teased (Ochako would thank Mina for the rest of her life for the impromptu styling she'd given him minutes before the night began), he looked like a dream.

And she looked stunning too. In spite of her aching feet, the heels Yaomomo'd picked out paired beautifully with the deep red cocktail dress she wore that hugged all the right curves.

She looked sexy. He looked sexy, and she thanked every god above that they'd finally started

dating a few months ago, that she had the opportunity to bask in Katsuki's formal wearing glory, because who knew when he'd ever touch a suit and tie again.

"Past your bedtime?" she joked gently, nudging her hand against his.

He cracked an eye open and made a noise.

"Yes," he muttered. "God, I hate these things."

"Yeah, it 𝘪𝘴 a lot. But getting to stay here is amazing, huh?"

Katsuki shrugged a shoulder.

"The free booze helps," he admitted, then quietly slid a hand down Ochako's back, gliding over the hill

of her ass with a sly grin. "Seeing you in this little thing is pretty nice, too."

Ochako giggled, feeling even warmer as she slipped her hand into his, pinky carefully distanced, pulling him close as they exited the elevator.

The soft carpet beneath her feet felt heavenly.

It was a quick walk to their suite, and once inside, Ochako went straight for the plush king bed, falling back onto it and rolling around on the comforter like an excited puppy.

She heard Katsuki snort amusedly, and she looked up, her updo now tousled and completely ruined,

to see him leaning an arm against the wall, watching her as he pulled off one gleaming black Oxford.

Ochako froze.

"Waitwaitwait, what are you doing?"

Katsuki stared at her oddly, mid sock-pull.

"Getting undressed. The hell's it look like?"

Ochako's expression melted into one of suffering and she huffed disappointedly.

"Can't you just...stay dressed a little longer? I mean," she added quickly, "as much as I love seeing you 𝘯𝘰𝘵 clothed, I also just―" Her eyes roved blatantly up and down his frame―

"You never get dressed up like this, and you look really, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hot in a suit."

Katsuki grinned something devious as he walked over and grabbed Ochako's wrist to pull her against him.

"You got a thing for suits, is that it?" he murmured against her smiling lips.

Ochako could smell the hint of liquor on his breath mixing tantalizingly with warm skin and cologne as they kissed. Surely he would pick up the wine on her as well, the both of them warm and loose, slightly giddy from the evening's free-flowing alcohol.

Just as soon as she began running her fingers through Katsuki's hair, she froze, a smile catching on her face and growing wider by the second.

"I have an idea," she said with quiet excitement. Katsuki's brows arched to tell her he was listening.

"Would you strip for me?"

Katsuki's cheeks glowed red before he pushed her away with an incredulous laugh.

"Ochako, I am not stripping." He sat down to take off his other shoe and sock, while Ochako flopped back onto the bed with a pout.

"Not even for me? It would be 𝘴𝘰 sexy.

Like those guys in that movie, you know― that one with the male strippers? Dazzling Dave?"

She grinned at Katsuki cheekily, who rolled his eyes, before she went on: "I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you caught some of it when Mina was over."

Her pout returned with a vengeance

as he said nothing, walking over to place the pair of black Oxfords in the closet.

Then: "I bet Deku'd do it. And he'd look so 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 too."

She watched Katsuki's back as he visibly bristled, before turning with a scowl, eyes narrowed.

"Fuck him, and fuck you," he said, stalking over to Ochako, who was now sitting up straight on the edge of the bed, looking extremely excited and pleased with herself.

He folded his arms, considering.

"So. You want a show, angel?"

She nodded vigorously,

and Katsuki's scowl melted into a smirk in spite of himself.

"Fine. I'll give you one." He stuck his hands on his hips and looked around at their suite, appraising the place. "Go sit on the couch," he said, pointing towards the living room area.

"'M gonna need more booze for this. And music."

𝔼𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 𝕠𝕗 𝟚

*Part two coming later today!

As if by magic, no sooner had he spoken when Ochako already had a small bottle of champagne in hand, taken from the mini fridge. Her phone was docked on a small sound system, and soon deep, buzzy electronic music filled the room.

She sat on the couch, offering out the

bottle to him, absolutely glowing.

Katsuki looked on with a suspicious grin as he swiped the champagne, popped the cork, and took three long gulps before handing it back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

He backed up around the marble coffee table,

keeping Ochako’s gaze focused on his, slightly rocking his hips in time with the music, his grin now fueled by champagne and actually having fun.

Ochako bit her lip, trying in vain to hide her own smile as she watched him, entranced, her heart fluttering

faster already, and he hadn’t even taken anything off yet.

Katsuki was already handsome, with a sharp jaw, sharper red eyes and the same strikingly feral grin he'd always sported, but in his charcoal suit, tailored to a tee, he was absolutely devastating.

The jacket, which he’d buttoned back up at some point when she hadn’t been looking, hugged every tight curve of his torso, accentuated his firm yet slim waist, creating a streamlined silhouette that hid the muscled arms and abs she knew lay waiting beneath the fabric.

She watched him watching her as he undid the buttons of his jacket, rolling his hips in such a way that brought to mind all the times he’d been on top of her, sweat-damp hair and face flushed as he’d rocked those same sinful hips against hers,

driving his cock into her dripping pussy. The thought alone heated her to her core, and she very subtly (she hoped) clamped her thighs together a bit tighter for any fleeting taste of friction she could get.

Back in the present, Katsuki slipped off his jacket and tossed it

onto Ochako’s lap. She brought the collar up to her nose and breathed in, eyes still locked dangerously onto him, the scent of him flooding her senses and recalling memories of his bare skin beneath her lips.

They were down to pants, dress shirt and black tie.

Katsuki loosened the tie with a finger, slipped it off from around his neck, and dropped it onto the marble table.

"Save that for later," he said, and Ochako's face lit up excitedly.

Unbuttoning the cuffs

of his sleeves, Katsuki made his way slowly around the table towards Ochako in time to the music. He stood in front of her, legs on either side of hers, his crotch teasingly, tantalizingly at her eye level; Ochako could barely contain her desire to touch,

fondle, feel him as he swept a large hand over himself.

She reached out, eager to get closer with her hands, face, anything really, before Katsuki gently grabbed her wrists to keep them in place. She looked up with confused disappointment, to which Katsuki returned a dirty smirk

as he loomed above her.

"Uh uh, Round Face. My show, my rules. No touching unless I say so."

The whine she let out was downright pathetic; nevertheless she obeyed. She let her hands go limp, and soon she was rewarded with

Katsuki guiding them towards his crotch.

"Belt," he ordered.

Arousal mounting even faster now, Ochako quickly got to work undoing the buckle, sliding the leather belt off and tossing it somewhere they'd worry about later.

Katsuki turned away from Ochako as he began to go

down the line of buttons on his dress shirt, which she found momentarily disheartening, until she was greeted with an eyeful of his glorious ass.

Ochako was one of the fortunate few privy to the knowledge that Katsuki's bare ass was all hard, chiseled, angular muscle

thanks to unbelievable training and an enviable body fat percentage. However, by whatever quirk or magic was imbued in those dress pants, they smoothed and rounded his cheeks into a delicious package that Ochako had been dying all evening to spank, pinch, and otherwise

run her hands over to her heart's content.

And now that ass was rolling temptingly in front of her while Katsuki divested himself of his shirt, leaving only a thin undershirt that caught on every curve of undulating muscle as her eyes traveled up his back.

"Shit," she uttered reverently, her hands moving with a mind of their own as she fought to remind herself that she hadn't yet been allowed to touch. There was an amused hum from Katsuki as he turned back around, giving Ochako full view of his rippling abdominals as he

pulled his undershirt up with one hand.

His gaze flicked to her hands, hovering close to her chest obediently, her fingers nearly twitching with impatience.

"Damn. Good girl," he rumbled, grinning devilishly. Ochako's lower lip jutted out like a petulant child, but she couldn't

deny the feeling of new slickness coating her panties that had most definitely come from Katsuki's praise.

She'd let him call her whatever he wanted, if it meant finally getting her hands on him.

"You wanna touch?"

Ochako licked her lips and nodded, gazing up at him

with brilliant eyes the color of dark honey, inwardly patting herself on the back as she noticed the pink glow returning to his cheeks and the way his breath came just a bit heavier now.

He took her hand in his free one, taking time to dance soft fingertips against her skin,

twining their fingers together in an unexpected, though very much appreciated moment of tenderness. He kept his dark gaze locked on her as he bent down a bit, resting his knees against the couch to bring her hand up to his lips, kissing up her palm before

sucking a finger into his mouth.

Ochako inhaled deeply as Katsuki's tongue played with the digit, and oh, she wanted to feel that tongue on her nipples as he squeezed and tugged at her tits, large hands roaming over every curve.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Katsuki

removed her finger and began to slowly guide her hand down his expansive chest, through the valley between his thick pectorals, down, down along the ridges of his abs. The spectacular v-cut of his pelvis was now on full display, directing her attention down even further

to what was hidden beyond his trousers.

Katsuki pressed her hand to his crotch, and she couldn't help the pleased, hungry hum that buzzed through her, feeling him already half hard.

When Ochako looked up again, it was to the feel of Katsuki's hands on her cheeks as he tilted

her head back, leaning down even further to kiss her as he continued to rock sensually against her hand.

Every inch of Ochako was on fire, burning and starving for more of Katsuki to devour as he left her desperate for his touch. She wanted him in her space,

filling every inch of her with his body, his presence.

Too soon for her liking he stepped away, standing up again, and in the light now she could see his flushed skin, his lidded gaze heavy and hungry, and suddenly this striptease wasn't going nearly fast enough.

Still watching her, Katsuki rounded the marble coffee table before planting one foot on top and hopping up easily without missing a beat.

Ochako craned her neck, fully enjoying how he loomed over her, trapping her with a gaze that was at once lustful and adoring.

Sinful but sweet, somehow, and Ochako wanted nothing more than to indulge that sweet face with her pussy upon it, her hands gripping that mess of blond hair as he feasted upon her.

Some small corner of her mind warned her she'd start drooling any moment now if she kept that up.

In one smooth motion Katsuki reached behind his back and tugged off the undershirt, now completely topless and on display for Ochako to admire.

With a grin, Katsuki beckoned her towards him with a finger.

"Up," he said, and Ochako made a note to start exploring the

whole commanding thing later because it was definitely doing things to her.

She obeyed, of course, standing in front of him as he towered over her with the table's help, her face blessedly back at crotch level.

Again he took her wrists and placed her hands on his waistband.

"You can help me get these off."

"What was that?" Ochako grinned cheekily as she unfastened the button and slowly unzipped his fly. "You want me to help get you off?"

Katsuki dropped the act for a moment as a laugh burst from him, boyish and raucous and so, so sexy.

God, she was going to fuck him so hard tonight.

"Yeah, yeah. Soon," he said with a playful arch of his brow, and Ochako could feel his burning gaze on her as she hooked her fingers around his waistband and slowly pulled, over his boxer briefs,

over the noticeable, delicious bulge behind them. Her fingers dragged over the swell of his ass, down the hard, muscular hills of his legs.

She grazed kisses along the insides of his thighs as she went, delighting in the audible sighs they elicited from above.

Sure, she was cheating a little, but he hadn't stopped her yet...

Katsuki stepped out of his pants once they were pooled around his ankles, and Ochako tossed them away somewhere, another casualty of the night's activities.

She stood up slowly on unsteady legs; no sooner had

she done so when Katsuki surprised her with a hand around her wrist, pulling her arm behind his back, while his other hand gripped the hair on the back of her head, gently guiding her towards his crotch.

“Touch me, baby,” he said quietly, and Ochako’s skin erupted in a

shiver of goosebumps. Grabbing as much of his ass as she could, her other hand on his thigh for leverage, she mouthed at his cock over his underwear, kissing and licking wherever she could, her face pressing against him as he continued rocking into her.

She breathed in

the scent of him, cotton and sweat and skin tinged with salt and sweetness; delicious, she wanted more, more.

Before she could go any further, however, strong hands on her elbows pulled her up, up, as Katsuki dropped down from the table and swept her up in a deep kiss.

A rumble, ravenous, from deep inside him traveled through his lips and into Ochako, buzzing electric and warm as they swayed together with the music.

Two firm hands reached under her ass as he lifted her up with a grunt and she wrapped her arms around his waist, arms

looping around his neck.

"Alright," he muttered against her ear, deep and dark, "show's over. Because if we are not fucking in the next thirty seconds I'm gonna lose my god damn mind."

Ochako grinned as he brought her over to the bed where she dropped herself down,

scrambling to get her dress off as fast as humanly possible.

They were too wound up now for any more teasing, but next time, she promised she’d give Katsuki a show of her own.

𝔼𝕟𝕕 ღ

Hope everyone enjoyed this fun lil romp! We have more surprises in store with our wicked weekly treats - be sure to check tomorrow to see what's next! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

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