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My contribution to @nsfwkchkweek 🧡💕

Day 5: sex games/shenanigans
#nsfwkchkweek #kacchako

It was a little game they used to play when they first started dating. The rules were pretty simple:

– person A sat still and was not allowed to touch person B
– person B could do whatever they wanted to tease and arouse person A
– whoever gave in and attacked the other first, lost

It was a fun and exciting game back then. They were both new to sex and so easily turned on. It always ended in a heavy make out session. And it gave them the chance to explore each other without the pressure of having to go all the way, because that wasn’t the point of the game.

But sexual experience gave way to familiarity and this little game of theirs was all but forgotten about. Why’d they need to tease each other when they already knew what the other enjoyed?

They weren’t horny teenagers skirting around having sex anymore. They were married and could just /have/ sex.

Even though they hadn’t played the game in years, Ochako couldn’t help but reminisce about it every once in awhile.

Katsuki had been her first everything; first boyfriend, first kiss, first lover. They’d been together 7 years now – married for two – and she couldn’t be happier. Honesty.

They had a great relationship and their lives’ as Pro Heroes were going strong. She was ranked the top Rescue Hero just this past March and Bakugou switched between the No. 1 and No. 2 spots every few months – his rivalry with Deku still going strong.

They were thriving in their careers, but still managed time for each other too. They even still hung out with their UA friends.

Everything was great!

But Ochako would be lying if she didn’t feel nostalgic for those passion-filled high school days. Those days where she and Katsuki would sneak off wherever they could just to get a quick make out session in.

She loved her sex life, don’t get her wrong –

her and Katsuki weren’t a ‘vanilla’ couple either – but she sometimes longed for the days when everything was new and exciting and simple. Because what could be more fun than watching Bakugou Katsuki lose his cool just from too many neck kisses?

Ochako smiled to herself at these memories as she sat snuggled next to her husband on the sofa, watching one of his favorite All Might documentaries. They both had the next three days off and planned on spending it just relaxing at home with each other.

“What’re smiling about?”

Ochako looked up into Katsuki’s curious face. She stared into his eyes for a moment before she answered.

“Remember that game we used to play when we first got together?”

His brow lifted, not expecting that question. “The one where we would tease the hell out of each other until one of us eventually caved?”

“Yeah, that one.”

He didn’t miss the fondness in her voice or smile and he couldn’t help smiling back. “Those were some good times…”

“They really were,” Ochako agreed. She paused, ducking her head so Katsuki couldn’t see her face. “I used to get so wet when we played that.”

She didn’t know why she was blushing so hard telling him such a simple thing.

This was the same man that ate her ass out for thirty minutes last week just because he felt like it. Whose tongue and fingers and dick had been in so many places on her body. Who loved dirty talk more than anything and routinely let Ochako handcuff him to the bed.

Yet here she was, embarrassed by that little confession.

Katsuki placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her face up so she would meet his eyes. He was smirking at her devilishly.

“Oh, I remember.”

He took in her rosy cheeks and the menace in his eyes only grew. “I remember how kissing your neck would make you moan so loudly. How pinching your nipples would almost make you cum right on the spot. Mmmm… How scratching along your thighs had your back arching in pleasure.”

With every memory he listed, Ochako released a quiet whimper.

He was teasing her, she knew. But still she couldn’t help how warm her face was getting as he mentioned all the traitorous ways her body would react to his teasing back then. And she knew how much he loved seeing her all flustered and blushing.

Well, two could play at that game. Because if there was one thing Uraraka Ochako had always been good at, it was making Bakugou Katsuki blush like a little school girl.

She smiled innocently at him and Bakugou’s stomach clenched at the debauched look in his wife’s eyes.

“You’re one to talk. Or have you forgotten how hard you’d be from me kissing your neck.” She skated a finger over his pulse as she said this.

“Or the guttural sounds you’d make when I would flick my tongue over your lips.”

She leaned in close as she said, “Or how I got you to cum just from playing with your nipples…”

Her voice had taken on a haughty tone as she whispered against his ear.

Katsuki released a low groan. “Tell me what else,” he demanded, his voice gruff and thick with arousal.

Ochako looked down and could see a significant tent building in his joggers. She leaned back to meet his half-lidded gaze. The wicked smirk on her lips had Katsuki’s breath hitching in his throat. “How about I demonstrate it instead?”

It took a moment for Katsuki’s brain to realize what she meant, but then he was matching her grin and hovering over her. “My little kitten wants to play?”

She nodded her head, eyes never leaving his. She let out a squeak as Katsuki picked her up off the couch bridal style and practically ran to their bedroom.

They sat face to face with their legs crossed, their knees bumping against each other as they sat in the middle of the bed.

“Same rules apply.” Ochako started. “Whoever gives in and attacks the other first, loses.”

“And you can kiss me, I just can’t kiss back,” Katsuki reminded. Ochako nodded her head. He shut his eyes after he gave a quiet “okay,” signaling that he was ready to start whenever she was.

Ochako just sat there a moment, taking in her husband in this vulnerable position. His wrists rested lightly in his lap and she noticed how his eyelids fluttered, the bedside lamp casting shadows of his long lashes over his cheeks.

They both were still fully dressed, but Ochako could clearly see Katsuki’s bulging pecs outlined under his tank top, his defined delts on full display. The tent in his pants she noticed earlier was still present.

He was so hot and beautiful just sitting there, waiting for her to do whatever she liked to him.

She reached out and traced a finger over his collarbone and heard his sharp intake of breath. Ochako continued to skim her fingertips over every exposed part of her husband’s body;

over his shoulders, down his arms, stopping to trace the lines of his palms, then back up to his neck, before running her nails along his scalp – which made him moan deep in his throat, his mouth clamped shut as if trying to hide how affected he was.

By the time she pulled away, Katsuki was a complete wreck. His breathing was labored and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. His heart was pounding in his chest as he felt his wife lean forward, the warmth of her breath close to his face.

She pulled at his chin, silently telling him to open his mouth, which he did.

“Good boy,” she whispered, satisfaction buzzing in her blood at the pathetic whine Katsuki gave at the praise.

She licked at his bottom lip, then slowly ran the tip of her tongue against the roof of his mouth, feeling him shiver. His tongue lolled to the side as she tasted him, his eyes squeezed tight at the sensations.

Ochako reached out and lightly sucked on Bakugou’s tongue, trying to mimic would she usually did to his dick.

Katsuki groaned into his wife’s mouth.

He always knew she was a vixen, but somehow had forgotten just how wicked she could really be. He was putty in her hands and always had been. He didn’t stand a chance against her.

As soon as she released his tongue, she was mouthing her way down his jaw to just above his clavicle, in between where his shoulder and the front of his neck met.

It was a spot that was incredibly sensitive, so of course when she licked there his whole body seized. And when she puckered her lips to suck at the delicate skin, he knew he had lost.

They hadn’t even been playing for five minutes. But suddenly Ochako found herself on her back with Bakugou on top of her, kissing her senseless. His hands raked over her body, squeezing her as he grinded against her hip.

Her brain felt like it was going to explode from how quickly and desperately he was claiming her. His attack was so unexpected that it had her keening into his mouth.

She felt like she was on fire and it wasn’t just from Bakugou’s body heat entrapping her.

She hadn’t realized just how turned on teasing him had made her. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together, searching for relief and feeling the uncomfortable wetness between her legs.

Katsuki sat back abruptly, giving them a chance to come up for air. Both of their breathing was ragged, Katsuki’s harsh breaths fanning over Ochako’s face as he took in her expression. She looked completely blissed out, her eyes hooded and neck flushed from his kisses.

The sight made the back of his neck prickle. He stared into her eyes for a few seconds before he grinned at her.

“Your turn.”

The look on Katsuki’s face had Ochako’s lower belly clenching deliciously in anticipation.

They both sat up and got back in to position. This time it was Katsuki’s turn to lead the game.

Ochako closed her eyes as she waited for him to start.

Her shoulders were up by her ears, unable to relax as she sat impatiently for Katsuki to make a move on her. Blood was pounding in her ears, so she was blindsided when she first felt his hand cupping her core over her pajama bottoms.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki! That’s not playing fair,” she managed to get out.

His lips were right at her ear as he whispered, “this game isn’t about being fair. Don’t you remember?”

He flexed his fingers against her as the question left his mouth, making her arch her back. She gnashed her teeth shut to keep from crying out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction of of her so soon.

Katsuki saw the determined set of his wife’s eyebrows. He knew exactly what she was doing, it was what she always did.

No one was a bigger sore loser than Bakugou. But when it came to this game, Ochako refused to back down from the challenge. It was her way of demonstrating the control she had over him, implying that he was weaker willed than her.

“I know what you’re doing…”

Ochako didn’t respond.

“You’re such a fucking brat, Baby. You think being defiant will get you your way?” His other hand snakes up her shirt and, without preamble, Katsuki pinched her nipple. He saw her body twitch, but she remained silent. Bakugou kept talking.

“I know how your body reacts to me. I know exactly what you like.”

Ochako shivered at his gravelly voice, the hand in between her legs and the one on her breast keeping her grounded as he continued whispering in her ear.

“I know how willingly you spread your legs open for me. Your pussy just can’t wait to be filled by me when you get home. Daddy’s little cockslut.”

His hand made it’s way past the waistband of her shorts, his fingertips sliding between her folds.

“God, so fucking wet… Is this from sucking on my tongue like it was my cock? I bet it is.”

Katsuki circled his finger over her slit, spreading her slick around.

He teased at her entrance for merely a second before plunging two fingers inside her. She couldn’t hold back the noise that was ripped from her throat as he entered her.

This was nothing like when it’d been her turn. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to take him in her mouth like she had planned. It was so unfair that he was getting to toy with her like this.

And he sounded so smug about it too, not like he’d already lost one round. Maybe that’s why he was pulling out all the stops from the start, trying to prove that he could get her going just as quickly as she could him.

Ochako was breathing heavy, trying to resist the urge to ride his fingers. She could feel him twisting his wrist, trying to get a better angle. Then he was rubbing at the front of her walls, right where he knew her g-spot to be.

Little mewls were making it past her lips now as her brain became foggy with need.

“That’s right, Baby. You know daddy’s fingers feel good. But you know what would feel even better?” He pinched at her nipple again. “My fat cock spearing you open. Just how you like. Over and over again.” Katsuki groaned at his own words.

Ochako inadvertently squeezed around his fingers, his dirty talk affecting her more than she wanted to let on.

Katsuki lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts to the warm air of the room. He descended on her, wrapping his lips around her left nipple as he started to thrust into her.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

One look down at Katsuki had Ochako throwing her head back in pleasure. The hungry look in his eyes whenever he teased her nipples with his mouth always sent her soaring. He purposefully opened his mouth so she could see his tongue lapping at her.

Seeing his wife trying to fight against the pleasure he was bringing her had Katsuki almost cumming in his pants. His dick was so, incredibly hard he was starting to lose control over his quirk.

He removed his fingers from Ochako’s drenched pussy, loving the whimper she made at the loss of contact. Then he was pushing her down on the bed and moving between her knees.

He didn’t waste time,

setting off a small explosion and completely singeing her pajama bottoms until they were smoke in the wind. Her shirt was still bunched up toward her neck and he couldn’t resist kissing underneath her breasts as he pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down.

Ochako was grabbing at the back of his tank top, desperately tugging it off of him. His teasing had her completely at the mercy of her arousal now, her actions being driven by her desire.

“Need you. Inside me. Please, Katsuki!”

She pulled him down to her, the feeling of their exposed chests touching making her shutter. One of his hands came up to cup her cheek as the other took hold of his cock to align himself with her entrance.

Ochako tilted her pelvis up the same time Katsuki pushed into her and they both released breathy moans.

Katsuki grabbed Ochako’s face, keeping eye contact as his cock stretched her open. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She leaned up and kissed him. Katsuki gave in, his mouth slanting over hers as he began a steady rhythm of long, languid thrusts. The game had made them hypersensitive, both already so close to the edge that they knew this wouldn’t take long.

Katsuki started making shallower movements, the tip of his cock repeatedly rubbing against her g-spot. He knew he could get her to cum like this and the way she was clamping down around him, he wouldn’t be too far behind.

“Katsuki~ I-I’m–”

A soft scream cut her off as Ochako came, squirting on Katsuki’s cock.

“Oh /fuck/!”

The feeling of her slick coating his prick made him find his own release, bottoming out inside her as he came. Ochako hummed at the warm sensation of his cum filling her.

He gave a few more thrusts, cum seeping out of her from around his cock, mixing with the wetness from her own orgasm.

Katsuki rolled them over, his softening dick still inside her as he held her close to him. He closed his eyes and hummed contentedly.

“I can’t believe you lost both times,” Ochako chuckled as she nuzzled her face into the hallow of his throat.

Katsuki just tightened his hold on her. “I was never good at winning that game.”

“Yes. I believe it was the only time you were ever okay with losing.”

“With a game like that, losing is winning. Always.”

Ochako hummed in agreement, feeling sleepy. “Being the reason you lose is also winning.”

Katsuki kissed her temple. “I’d gladly lose to you any day.”

Ochako smiled and snuggled in closer, feeling nostalgic but also satisfied in a way they never got to experience when they use to play this in the past. What was it about their little game that just produced the best memories?

By the end of their three days off work, the score was as follows:
Ochako: 35
Katsuki: 17

This fic is also on AO3 🤗🧡💕

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