#nsfw #kacchako
CW: 3rd years/over 18, audio porn (will add as needed)
When the email came through on her secret account, Ochako almost dismissed it as spam. Looking at the subject line alone, there was no way it was a legit request.
The subject: “Audio Commission—$1,000”.
CW: 3rd years/over 18, audio porn (will add as needed)
When the email came through on her secret account, Ochako almost dismissed it as spam. Looking at the subject line alone, there was no way it was a legit request.
The subject: “Audio Commission—$1,000”.
https://twitter.com/lizardbrainzzz/status/1486037867679948811
But her curiosity was piqued. She hesitated before clicking it open, incredulous but intrigued.
And as it would turn out, it was real. A quick scan through revealed that not only was this guy legit, but he was straight up willing to pay /this much money/ for her erotic audio.
And as it would turn out, it was real. A quick scan through revealed that not only was this guy legit, but he was straight up willing to pay /this much money/ for her erotic audio.
Ochako had always found little ways to make extra cash on the side—odd jobs on freelance sites, surveys, online resale marketplaces, etc. The money wasn’t much though, and kind of time consuming for not much payout.
So when a rather lucrative opportunity presented itself last year, she thought it was maybe too good to be true.
It started with stumbling across an ad online for someone wanting to buy a pair of used panties.
“Virgins only, well-worn. Unwashed. $500.”
It started with stumbling across an ad online for someone wanting to buy a pair of used panties.
“Virgins only, well-worn. Unwashed. $500.”
Ochako initially wrinkled her nose at the concept.
But $500? For sending off some undies?
That was how she got into the secret world of erotic goods and services.
But $500? For sending off some undies?
That was how she got into the secret world of erotic goods and services.
Cam stuff was far too risky for her comfort (she’d only just turned 18, plus someone might have been able to recognize her finger pads). The panties thing was a nice gig at first, but with shipping and re-purchasing, the net profits weren’t that great.
So she started writing.
So she started writing.
She’d always been creative, and her quick-and-dirty smut commissions seemed to be a hit.
It was when she started getting comments and requests to hear her narrate those stories that she had Momo make her a high-end mic and set up a little studio in her closet.
It was when she started getting comments and requests to hear her narrate those stories that she had Momo make her a high-end mic and set up a little studio in her closet.
The requests soon went from narrating her works to some more…specific asks. And the tipping and offers presented numerous offers she couldn’t refuse.
Of course, none of her friends knew, though. And she liked to keep it that way; it was thrilling, having this secret double-life. Especially /her/ of all people, still the last remaining virgin in her friend group.
If only they knew.
If only they knew.
So far, it's great. Totally anonymous, good money, the rush. It even started to turn her on, the requests she’d get sometimes sneaking their way into her own treasure box of kinks.
It made her feel powerful in a way that only beating someone in a fight had ever done before.
It made her feel powerful in a way that only beating someone in a fight had ever done before.
She read back through the email, expecting to cringe and refuse whatever kinky thing this guy was hoping for if he was willing to drop 1k.
To her surprise, there wasn’t anything odd. He didn’t want it to be fake...especially when she finished—“I’ll know if it is”, he says.
To her surprise, there wasn’t anything odd. He didn’t want it to be fake...especially when she finished—“I’ll know if it is”, he says.
Ochako rolled her eyes. They all thought that.
She kept reading. He wanted it to be least 30 minutes long, stream of consciousness, multiple orgasms. That wasn’t too bad.
She kept reading. He wanted it to be least 30 minutes long, stream of consciousness, multiple orgasms. That wasn’t too bad.
But when she got to the bottom of the request checklist, she stopped.
“Refer to me as Dynamight.”
“Refer to me as Dynamight.”
Her jaw literally dropped so hard she felt it pop. /Dynamight/? As in…Bakugou’s hero name Dynamight?
No. There was simply no way.
No. There was simply no way.
Ochako shook her head, chuckling to herself.
“Ridiculous,” she mumbled under her breath. It was a coincidence—it had to be. Guy just wanted to pretend his dick was a weapon of mass destruction or something. It was no different than wanting to be called “master” or “daddy”.
“Ridiculous,” she mumbled under her breath. It was a coincidence—it had to be. Guy just wanted to pretend his dick was a weapon of mass destruction or something. It was no different than wanting to be called “master” or “daddy”.
But her gut wouldn’t stop twisting up with anxiety, no matter how hard she tried to push the idea away.
This one little detail kept bugging her, preventing her from writing the whole thing off.
This one little detail kept bugging her, preventing her from writing the whole thing off.
The guy didn’t spell it correctly—she looked it up to be certain. He didn’t write “dynamite”. He wrote /Dynamight/. As in /All Might./
Dear. God.
Dear. God.
Ochako’s face grew so hot she thought she was going to pass out. Was this real? Katsuki Bakugou paying /her/ of all people to record a personalized erotic audio? For a thousand dollars??
None of it made sense. Why would he? Of all people?
None of it made sense. Why would he? Of all people?
Maybe he knew. Maybe this was a stupid joke and he was just being the same snarky asshole he’d always been.
Ochako’s shock shifted to rage. She had half a mind to storm over to his room and float him to the moon until he begged for air.
Ochako’s shock shifted to rage. She had half a mind to storm over to his room and float him to the moon until he begged for air.
But…how could he know it was even her? And if he did, why would he drop such an obvious tell that it was him with that Dynamight thing?
Ochako checked the email address again. It was one of those throw away emails, just a string of random numbers. The name was just “Anonymous”.
Ochako checked the email address again. It was one of those throw away emails, just a string of random numbers. The name was just “Anonymous”.
The guy was pretty serious about not giving his name. His email was straight and to the point. The offer was legit. If he’d been so calculated with all that, there was no way he’d do something like give his distinct hero name as a tell.
Especially not with that spelling.
Especially not with that spelling.
Ochako took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, sitting down on her bed and placing her head in her hands.
Also, why was she wet? The adrenaline. It had to be—she was just…caught off guard. It was thrilling. The body mistakes all sorts of things for arousal.
Also, why was she wet? The adrenaline. It had to be—she was just…caught off guard. It was thrilling. The body mistakes all sorts of things for arousal.
Sure, it wasn’t like Bakugou was unattractive by any means, and it wasn’t like Ochako /hadn’t/ thought about him once or twice when making herself cum on her own fingers.
But it didn’t add up. Why her?
But it didn’t add up. Why her?
Her mind started drifting. Bakugou had great shoulders. Like, /absurd/ shoulders. And his hands…what would it feel like to have even just one of his massive fingers inside of her?
Ochako sucked in a sharp breath when she realized she’d forgotten to breathe after a moment.
Ochako sucked in a sharp breath when she realized she’d forgotten to breathe after a moment.
She squeezed her eyes shut and clapped both of her hands to her warm cheeks.
“Focus!” She hissed aloud. She was getting ahead of herself.
“Focus!” She hissed aloud. She was getting ahead of herself.
So Bakugou wanted to hear her cum in a personalized audio for him. Okay.
She just needed to reframe this. He was a customer. A consumer of her product—this was just business.
She just needed to reframe this. He was a customer. A consumer of her product—this was just business.
And as long as he didn’t know who was really recording, Ochako could go on autopilot, get herself off, get her money, and move on.
/Get off thinking about Katsuki Bakugou./
/Get off thinking about Katsuki Bakugou./
No—/no/. Dynamight. Anonymous customer.
He wanted her voice—not her. Ochako was certain that if he found out who she was, he’d not only never speak to her again, but he’d probably go on a warpath and level half of the city.
He wanted her voice—not her. Ochako was certain that if he found out who she was, he’d not only never speak to her again, but he’d probably go on a warpath and level half of the city.
Ochako found herself suddenly relieved that there were only a couple of months left of her time at UA—she could avoid looking Bakugou in the eye for that long, no problem.
No problem.
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No problem.
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cw: dirty talk, masturbation
Later that night, Ochako crept into her makeshift closet recording “studio”. She did her best to settle in and go through the motions, setting everything up as she would for any other recording.
Later that night, Ochako crept into her makeshift closet recording “studio”. She did her best to settle in and go through the motions, setting everything up as she would for any other recording.
Expect this time, she was recording for Bakugou.
A shudder of anxiety and veiled arousal rattled through her body and knotted her stomach.
Secretly recording audio porn for money was weird enough. But knowing that Bakugou—let alone someone she /knew/—was listening?
A shudder of anxiety and veiled arousal rattled through her body and knotted her stomach.
Secretly recording audio porn for money was weird enough. But knowing that Bakugou—let alone someone she /knew/—was listening?
That...that was too much.
Ochko soldiered on, pushing the thought down as she settled into her little cave of sound-dampening blankets and pillows. Once her mic was connected and her audio settings adjusted in her recording program, she fixed her headphones and swallowed hard.
Ochko soldiered on, pushing the thought down as she settled into her little cave of sound-dampening blankets and pillows. Once her mic was connected and her audio settings adjusted in her recording program, she fixed her headphones and swallowed hard.
The sooner she started recording, the sooner she could send off the audio and get paid, and the sooner she’d be able to quietly suppress this and never think about it ever again.
Or, at least /try/ not to.
Ochako took a deep breath, shaking out her hands as she exhaled.
Or, at least /try/ not to.
Ochako took a deep breath, shaking out her hands as she exhaled.
Nerves still buzzing but heart somewhat steadier, she bit her lip and clicked record.
“Well hey there, Dynamight,” she breathed, hands nervously running over her thighs. “Thank you so much for your request. I hear you wanted something extra special to enjoy all on your own.”
“Well hey there, Dynamight,” she breathed, hands nervously running over her thighs. “Thank you so much for your request. I hear you wanted something extra special to enjoy all on your own.”
Ochako worked to sound as natural as possible but struggled to suppress the tremble in her voice. Her chest shook so much it rattled her ribcage.
“I’m happy to do that for you, Dynamight.”
God, she’d never be able to hear that word the same way after this.
“I’m happy to do that for you, Dynamight.”
God, she’d never be able to hear that word the same way after this.
“I’m just making myself comfortable right now. I hope you’re getting cozy with me.”
Ochako feigned a bubbly giggle that had become one of her signature features. The mic carefully picked up the rustling of her clothes as she leaned back, actively trying to chill the hell out.
Ochako feigned a bubbly giggle that had become one of her signature features. The mic carefully picked up the rustling of her clothes as she leaned back, actively trying to chill the hell out.
She released an audible, drawn out sigh as her head pressed into the plush stack of blankets behind her. Her hands carefully graced over the hills and valleys of her body, the gentle sounds of her skin creating ridges and peaks in the waveform on her screen.
A few minutes of this did help to put her mind more at ease. At the end of the day, Ochako loved getting to indulge herself like this. It felt /good/, and if she just focused on /feeling good/, then the rest would be easy.
All she had to do was make herself cum.
All she had to do was make herself cum.
After some time had passed spent letting her hands explore her body, Ochako sighed and carefully let her legs fall open.
“Mhmmm…you already have me feeling so good and I haven’t even touched my pussy yet.”
“Mhmmm…you already have me feeling so good and I haven’t even touched my pussy yet.”
Ochako audibly licked her lips into the mic as she slid off her panties, discarding them somewhere in the mountain of fabric around her.
“Do you want to make me feel even better, Dynamight?”
Ochako paused for a brief moment before giggling again. “I think I know the answer.”
“Do you want to make me feel even better, Dynamight?”
Ochako paused for a brief moment before giggling again. “I think I know the answer.”
Ochako took her time letting one hand snake down her belly until her fingers ghosted just above the warm mound of her pussy. She reached down and swiped two fingers over her seam with a heavy sigh.
“O-Ohh, shit—“ she whispered, genuinely surprised by how wet she was already.
“O-Ohh, shit—“ she whispered, genuinely surprised by how wet she was already.
She carefully spread her lips apart, the obscene sounds of her slick fingers filling the mic.
“Y-You’ve already got me so turned on,” she tried to cooly laugh off. “I wish you could see this mess I made for you…I guess you’ll just have to hear it instead.”
“Y-You’ve already got me so turned on,” she tried to cooly laugh off. “I wish you could see this mess I made for you…I guess you’ll just have to hear it instead.”
Ochako raised her eyebrows as the words left her mouth. She was…well, this was definitely one of her more...enthusiastic recordings. Often time’s she’d find herself stumbling over her words, re-recording and cutting to make everything sound seamless.
But so far, she was on a pretty good roll. Aside from the still barely-there shakiness in her voice, but she could chalk that up to just being part of the act.
Even if she wasn’t acting.
Even if she wasn’t acting.
“I’m gonna pretend it’s your fingers inside of me tonight, Dynamight.” Ochako teased her entrance with a precise, feather-light touch. “I bet your hands are so big…so /strong/.”
And they were.
And they were.
Bakugou’s hands were just one of his striking features, but they never failed to catch Ochako’s attention. She let her eyes slip closed as she pressed a padded fingertip against her swollen clit, moaning as she envisioned his calloused digit taking its place.
“Ohh, Dynamight,” she sighed. “You make me so hot. Can’t you hear how wet I am already?”
Ochako felt her legs shake as she slipped two fingers inside of herself, the sound of her slick echoing through her headphones. With a quick curl of her fingers, she let out a sharp gasp.
Ochako felt her legs shake as she slipped two fingers inside of herself, the sound of her slick echoing through her headphones. With a quick curl of her fingers, she let out a sharp gasp.
“Oh my /God/,” she whined. Her heart was racing as she pictured Bakugou sitting behind her, legs bracketing her in his lap as his fingers reached in and rubbed against her tight walls. “I-I’m so close already…”
She wasn’t exaggerating. Ochako lifted her head and squinted at the screen, fingers carefully pumping and fucking herself the way she liked. It had only been seven minutes so far.
With a needy groan, Ochako let her head dip back again. “Guess I have to slow down, huh Dynamight?”
With a needy groan, Ochako let her head dip back again. “Guess I have to slow down, huh Dynamight?”
She carefully and reluctantly pulled her fingers away, whimpering at the loss. Her hands drifted up to her chest instead, fingers quickly reaching to tweak her own nipples.
“Fuck,” she sighed. “I wish you were here with me.”
“Fuck,” she sighed. “I wish you were here with me.”
Ochako’s mouth got ahead of her as she twisted and pinched at her hardened nipples.
“The things I’d let you do to me, Dynamight…” She shook her head, chuckling softly to herself as she felt her pussy throb and clench around nothing. “I bet you’d fill me up so good.”
“The things I’d let you do to me, Dynamight…” She shook her head, chuckling softly to herself as she felt her pussy throb and clench around nothing. “I bet you’d fill me up so good.”
“I’d love to see that fat cock I know you’re hiding. You’d make me cum just trying to fit it inside…oh, /shit/.”
Ochako kept a nipple pinched between two fingers as her other hand unconsciously drifted back between her legs.
Ochako kept a nipple pinched between two fingers as her other hand unconsciously drifted back between her legs.
The wetness gathering at her pussy had become impossible to ignore.
“I don’t think I can hold off anymore,” Ochako whined in her most needy, mewling voice. “Please let me touch myself, Dynamight?”
“I don’t think I can hold off anymore,” Ochako whined in her most needy, mewling voice. “Please let me touch myself, Dynamight?”
After a quick beat, Ochako swiftly sunk her fingers back inside of herself with a filthy moan. Her other hand quickly moved down to toy with her clit as she earnestly finger-fucked herself.
There was nothing but this for a while. Ochako let herself fall into a comfortably torturous rhythm as she plunged her fingers deeper with each rock of her hips. Wanton moans seeped through her lips without regard, letting the fantasy of Bakugou carry her towards her orgasm.
Eventually, Ochako felt her pleasure begin to approach its crest. Heat pooled in her lower belly as she increased the speed of her thrusting fingers and focused on her sensitive clit.
“Ahh-ha…I’m s-so close, Dynamight…”
“Ahh-ha…I’m s-so close, Dynamight…”
A tormenting ambivalence started to bubble up in Ochako’s throat as she worked herself closer to her orgasm. She wanted it to last, wanted to stretch out the pleasure for just a few seconds or minutes or years longer, but at the same time was absolutely itching for release.
Ochako’s heavy pants soon evolved into breathy, audible moans. Her thighs trembled without her permission as she got closer and closer to her own end. She let herself babble with minimal coherence, a string of pleas and moans falling from her bitten lips.
“I-I’m, ‘m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, I-I’m—“
One final press against her clit had her eyes shooting open with a gasp.
“Ohh, f-fuck—/Bakugou/!”
One final press against her clit had her eyes shooting open with a gasp.
“Ohh, f-fuck—/Bakugou/!”
Ochako’s belly tightened as she came with an unabashed cry. Her legs kicked out as she fucked herself through her orgasm, each spasm sending another bone-rattling wave of pleasure from the base of her spine to the crown of her head.
Eventually the sensitivity become too overwhelming, making Ochako snatch her hand back as if she’d touched a lit match. Her chest heaved as she actively worked to catch her breath, one hand carding through her disheveled hair.
“Ahh…oh, my God…/fuck/…” Ochako sighed as her head quickly dropped back against the blanket stack.
For a moment, she just sat there, still reeling from what was very clearly the best orgasm she’d had in her life.
For a moment, she just sat there, still reeling from what was very clearly the best orgasm she’d had in her life.
It was so good in fact, that for a moment she’d forgotten that she was recording.
As she came back to her senses, she blinked up at the closet ceiling before realizing what she was doing. Her head quickly snapped back up to catch sight of her laptop.
As she came back to her senses, she blinked up at the closet ceiling before realizing what she was doing. Her head quickly snapped back up to catch sight of her laptop.
Ochako watched the waveform jump on the screen with each heavy breath. She quickly swallowed and shook her head with a small chuckle of disbelief.
“Wow…sorry, Dynamight. I…it seems I may have gotten a little carried away, huh?”
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“Wow…sorry, Dynamight. I…it seems I may have gotten a little carried away, huh?”
*****
After finishing up the recording, Ochako sat at her desk and went back through the audio file.
Normally, editing was relegated to fixing little things—some noise reduction here, amplification there, cutting out a word fumble or two.
Normally, editing was relegated to fixing little things—some noise reduction here, amplification there, cutting out a word fumble or two.
But as she finished listening to her first of three orgasms in the track, she clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
She’d been so caught up in the feeling of her mind-shatter orgasm that she failed to realize she’d accidentally said /Bakugou’s real name/ as she came.
She’d been so caught up in the feeling of her mind-shatter orgasm that she failed to realize she’d accidentally said /Bakugou’s real name/ as she came.
Ochako groaned and put her head in her hands. Editing that out was going to be tricky without making it sound obvious. But there was no way in any iteration of hell that she was going to let Bakugou hear his actual name in an anonymously commissioned erotic audio.
Frustrated but intent, Ochako blew a few loose strands of hair out of her face and went to work.
It took some trial and error, but eventually, Ochako deemed the new cut to be acceptable. Her post-orgasm stupor managed to lend her enough spots where she could carefully clip out the small jump in audio where Bakugou’s name used to be.
As Ochako listened back to the finished audio one last time, her boldness completely shocked and eluded her. Her eyebrows drew together in shock as her voice flooded through her headphones.
Who the hell was the girl she was listening to?
Who the hell was the girl she was listening to?
She’d never sounded like that in her life. In some way, she was…impressed. It might have been the hottest she’d ever sounded.
And maybe it was so hot that she got herself off listening to it again, thinking about Bakugou.
/That/ was certainly new.
And maybe it was so hot that she got herself off listening to it again, thinking about Bakugou.
/That/ was certainly new.
By the time the edits were finished and the file completed, it was long past her usual bedtime. Ochako triple checked to make sure she was sending the edited audio file back to the “anonymous” commissioner and copy-pasted her generic response.
/Here’s your treat/, it said.
/Here’s your treat/, it said.
/Thank you for listening, I hope you love getting to play with me…I know I did. ❤️/
Ochako glared at her computer screen, its intense glow the only source of light in her bedroom.
Ochako glared at her computer screen, its intense glow the only source of light in her bedroom.
This was insane. Making herself cum and recording it for her unwitting classmate was beyond insane. It was absolutely fucking bananas.
But she’d done it. And if she was being honest with herself…she loved it.
But she’d done it. And if she was being honest with herself…she loved it.
Ochako skimmed over the email one last time. Breath held and head pounding from staring at screens all day, she forced herself to click send, before immediately slamming her laptop closed and throwing herself onto her bed.
Whatever would come next, whatever absolutely chaotic and unreal thing that was going to be set in motion by her slutty side hustle and this cosmic joke of a coincidence, Ochako told herself she’d deal with it in the morning.
She prayed it would be nothing.
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She prayed it would be nothing.
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When Ochako checked her email the next morning, there was only one message waiting in her inbox.
It was a notification that the second half of her payment had been sent and was available for transfer.
It was a notification that the second half of her payment had been sent and was available for transfer.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she opened her payment app. The agreement was first half up front, second half upon receipt. If she was getting the money this early, did that mean he’d already listened? Or was he just squaring away the finances?
Ochako found herself at a loss trying to understand the minds of rich kids and what they chose to spend their parent’s money on.
Iida liked high-end yet plain glasses, Yaoyorozu liked first edition romance novels, and apparently Bakugou liked personalized audio porn.
Iida liked high-end yet plain glasses, Yaoyorozu liked first edition romance novels, and apparently Bakugou liked personalized audio porn.
She stared down at the insanely large number looking back at her, struggling to find a balance between her feelings of horror and pride.
On one hand, she’d never had so much money in her account at once.
On one hand, she’d never had so much money in her account at once.
She’d actually be able to go to the mall or a café and treat her friends for all those times they’d covered her in the past.
But on the other hand, it was Bakugou’s money. Money he unknowingly sent her so that he could get off to hearing her cum while she moaned his hero name.
But on the other hand, it was Bakugou’s money. Money he unknowingly sent her so that he could get off to hearing her cum while she moaned his hero name.
Ochako was baffled as to why the latter didn’t bother her more.
Maybe some part of her wanted him to know it was her, to want both her voice and the person that housed it. Maybe what made her stomach twist up and her heart pound was that he would continue living in his fantasy, while Ochako knew it wasn't /her/ that he wanted; just the voice.
She grumbled and scrubbed a hand down her face.
This was the exhaustion and adrenaline crash talking. The audio was done, the money sent, and that was that.
This was the exhaustion and adrenaline crash talking. The audio was done, the money sent, and that was that.
Now, the more pertinent task at hand was tugging obnoxiously at her sleeve.
How the hell was she ever going to look Bakugou in the eye again?
How the hell was she ever going to look Bakugou in the eye again?
By the time Ochako was dressed for the school day, she’d already come up with a list of ways to successfully avoid Bakugou and never speak to him again.
And by the time she’d gotten to class and settled into her seat, she was able to convince herself that such a task was not only possible, but that there was a chance it might actually be easier than she’d feared.
It wasn’t as if Bakugou and her were /close/; she wouldn’t even call them friends, really.
Sure, they’d sparred together a few times before, or would occasionally exchange a few words in passing, but nearly all of their interactions were just cordial exchanges.
Sure, they’d sparred together a few times before, or would occasionally exchange a few words in passing, but nearly all of their interactions were just cordial exchanges.
In the three years she’d known Bakugou, he was never the one to initiate a conversation even with Kirishima, let alone a random classmate. Besides—she had full confidence in her ability to don her poker face as needed.
As long as she kept her cool, she would be fine.
As long as she kept her cool, she would be fine.
Ochako’s stomach gently started to settle as she grabbed a pencil from her case and went to open her notebook.
“Oi, Round Face.”
Fuck.
“Oi, Round Face.”
Fuck.
Ochako’s hand froze so abruptly that the tip of her pencil snapped against the paper mid-sentence. Her heart stopped for a beat before frantically pounding at a dizzying new pace.
She hoped that if she just stayed completely still, Bakugou would just leave, unable to see her like a T. Rex hunting for prey.
“Uhhh. Cheeks. You fuckin’ awake?”
“Uhhh. Cheeks. You fuckin’ awake?”
Ochako’s eyes blurred over as she stared unblinking at her notebook, intently committed to ignoring Bakugou and silently praying he’s just /go away/.
Those prayers proved to be useless.
Those prayers proved to be useless.
“/Round Face/.” Bakugou barked as his face suddenly appeared directly in her line of sight, head tilted down just enough to block her view. She yelped as her hand quickly flew to her chest.
“Jesus,” Bakugou huffed as he stood back up and squinted at Ochako’s startled expression.
“Jesus,” Bakugou huffed as he stood back up and squinted at Ochako’s startled expression.
“The fuck’s your problem?”
Ochako swallowed hard against her parched throat and shook her head. She could feel the blood rush beneath her cheeks and color her face what had to be an embarrassingly obvious shade of pink.
“Ahh, n-nothing. Nothing. Why? What, uh, what’s up?”
Ochako swallowed hard against her parched throat and shook her head. She could feel the blood rush beneath her cheeks and color her face what had to be an embarrassingly obvious shade of pink.
“Ahh, n-nothing. Nothing. Why? What, uh, what’s up?”
Her pathetic attempt at sounding natural was hilariously bad. Bakugou incredulously looked her up and down.
This was the end. He’d listened to the audio and figured out it was her voice. She was dead. Bakugou’s firm commitment to gender equality meant that there was no internal conflict over him beating the shit out of a girl.
She braced herself as Bakugou’s stern eyes finally stopped on her face.
“You got an extra pen?”
The breath Ochako had been holding suddenly turned cold inside her lungs. She blinked.
“You got an extra pen?”
The breath Ochako had been holding suddenly turned cold inside her lungs. She blinked.
“Wh-a pen? You need a pen?”
Bakugou’s brow crinkled against his forehead. “That’s literally what I just said. You got one or not?”
Ochako hesitated before giving a tiny, trembling nod as she tried to regulate her pulse.
Bakugou’s brow crinkled against his forehead. “That’s literally what I just said. You got one or not?”
Ochako hesitated before giving a tiny, trembling nod as she tried to regulate her pulse.
Bakugou watched her with suspicion as she unzipped her pencil case, fingers blindly rummaging through its contents.
She felt like she was disarming a bomb as she wrapped her fingers around a pen before carefully extending out to Bakugou.
She felt like she was disarming a bomb as she wrapped her fingers around a pen before carefully extending out to Bakugou.
His eyes rested on her hand for a moment, before flicking back up to her face.
“Cheeks,” he said flatly. “that’s a fucking sharpie. Are you high?”
“Cheeks,” he said flatly. “that’s a fucking sharpie. Are you high?”
It took a moment for her to register what he was saying before she glanced back at the permanent marker stuck in her closed fist. She let out a quick chuckle and tried to shake it off.
“Oh! Hah, guess it is. S-Sorry about that, um…”
“Oh! Hah, guess it is. S-Sorry about that, um…”
Ochako quickly averted her eyes and went back to her pencil case to fish out an actual pen. When she found one, she extended it out to Bakugou, eyes still lowered off to the side.
“Here,” she mumbled, “All yours.”
“Here,” she mumbled, “All yours.”
Bakugou hesitated for a split second, shooting Ochako one more sideways glance before carefully pulling the pen from her enclosed fist.
“…Great.”
“…Great.”
With that, Bakugou turned and made his way back to his seat, not looking back at Ochako hunched awkwardly over her desk.
Once she saw him sit back down at his seat, she exhaled and released a long-overdue breath, forehead woefully hitting her notebook page.
Once she saw him sit back down at his seat, she exhaled and released a long-overdue breath, forehead woefully hitting her notebook page.
So maybe her poker face wasn’t as solid as she’d initially believed.
*****
*****
Despite that initial interaction in first period, the day went on for Ochako with relative ease. Bakugou hadn’t crossed her path once since that morning, allowing her to ease into some semblance of normalcy.
She found it somewhat easy to forget about him when he wasn’t in her direct line of sight—and so far, things seemed okay.
Until last period.
Until last period.
“You’ll be sparring in pairs today,” All Might announced. “As it’s important to hone your every aspect of your skills, you will be training without use of your quirks today. Students, please pair up and spread out!”
As Ochako crossed the room to rifle through her backpack, she glanced around to see her classmates chatting and splitting off in twos. Mina quickly bounded up behind her.
“Hey girlie-girl!” She beamed.
“Hey girlie-girl!” She beamed.
“Hey! Is there anything you wanna work on? Gunhead’s been having me work on my grappling technique and I—“
“Yeah…about that…” Mina hesitated, catching the corner of her lower lip between her teeth.
“Yeah…about that…” Mina hesitated, catching the corner of her lower lip between her teeth.
Ochako’s face drooped. Her fingers froze halfway through securing a band-aid around her pinky.
“What.” She said. Mina’s face scrunched up even further.
“What.” She said. Mina’s face scrunched up even further.
“Well…I think I’m gonna partner up with Kirishima today.” She quickly clasped her hands together in prayer, bringing them up in front of her face. “Please don’t be mad! I pinky promise I’ll make it up to you.”
As Mina pouted and flashed her most dramatic and desperate puppy dog eyes, Ochako sighed in defeat.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll just. I’ll pair up with Deku or someone! It's all good."
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll just. I’ll pair up with Deku or someone! It's all good."
“Really?” Mina asked. Ochako nodded with a sweet smile. "Go, have fun with your boy.”
Mina squealed with glee before squishing Ochako’s cheeks between her palms, tilting her face down to place an audible smooch on her forehead.
Mina squealed with glee before squishing Ochako’s cheeks between her palms, tilting her face down to place an audible smooch on her forehead.
“Thank you ‘Chako-chan! I’ll tell you all about it later!”
With that, Mina skipped away, leaving Ochako alone and only marginally annoyed.
With that, Mina skipped away, leaving Ochako alone and only marginally annoyed.
Ochako sighed and secured another band-aid over her opposite pinky. She knew that Mina and Kirishima had been dancing around their attraction for years, so it was only a matter of time before they finally started acknowledging it.
She wasn’t too upset. It was just a mild inconvenience.
/Good for them,/ she thought. With her pinkies wrapped and hair tied back, Ochako began wandering around the gym, glancing around to try and secure a new partner.
/Good for them,/ she thought. With her pinkies wrapped and hair tied back, Ochako began wandering around the gym, glancing around to try and secure a new partner.
But no matter where she looked, somebody was already taken, and most pairs had already begun to take their places around the gym.
As she scanned around the room once more, a sudden sinking feeling of dread started swirling in her belly.
As she scanned around the room once more, a sudden sinking feeling of dread started swirling in her belly.
One person was still without a partner.
One particular person, the last person in the world that Ochako wanted to train with.
One particular person, the last person in the world that Ochako wanted to train with.
Across the room, Bakugou turned his head and squinted as he glanced around the room. When he caught Ochako in his sight, he paused for a moment, before making his way towards her.
/Shit/.
/Shit/.
Of course if Mina was with Kirishima, then that meant that Bakugou’s go-to partner was also occupied.
How did she not consider that before this moment?
Before Ochako could formulate an excuse, Bakugou walked right past her, making his way to the last remaining unoccupied spot.
How did she not consider that before this moment?
Before Ochako could formulate an excuse, Bakugou walked right past her, making his way to the last remaining unoccupied spot.
“Alright Cheeks,” he called over his shoulder. “Don’t got all day. First to tap loses.”
Ochako whipped around and stared at Bakugou, stammering and anxiously picking at the bandages around her pinkies.
Ochako whipped around and stared at Bakugou, stammering and anxiously picking at the bandages around her pinkies.
Her silence was making Bakugou more obviously impatient with each beat. He straightened up and squinted back at her, eventually clapping his hands loud enough to make her jump.
“Oi!” He shouted. “The fuck’s your problem? We gonna spar or not, Cheeks?”
“Oi!” He shouted. “The fuck’s your problem? We gonna spar or not, Cheeks?”
Ochako’s throat bobbed as she swallowed down a lump the size of a baseball.
“I-I…um. Y-Yeah, yeah.” She lowered her eyes to the ground and quickly paced over to the mat, positioning herself opposite of where he stood. “Sorry,” she mumbled, adjusting her stance.
“I-I…um. Y-Yeah, yeah.” She lowered her eyes to the ground and quickly paced over to the mat, positioning herself opposite of where he stood. “Sorry,” she mumbled, adjusting her stance.
“Whatever,” he huffed to himself. “No cheap hits. You kick me in the balls and I’ll blast you through the ground. Got it?”
/Please don’t mention your balls,/ Ochako thought to herself. She managed a shaky nod and avoided his gaze.
/Please don’t mention your balls,/ Ochako thought to herself. She managed a shaky nod and avoided his gaze.
Bakugou opened his mouth to respond, but quickly snapped it shut, shaking his head and brushing her off.
“Everyone ready?” All Might’s voice boomed through the gym. “Take your positions…/begin/!”
“Everyone ready?” All Might’s voice boomed through the gym. “Take your positions…/begin/!”
Ochako’s distraction prevented her from properly assessing the situation. Before she could make an initial move, Bakugou grunted as he went in for the first punch, charging forward to throw a vicious strike.
Her brain kicked in just at the right time, barely sideswiping his hit and managing to duck out of the way at the last minute. She stumbled back with a few clumsy steps.
Bakugou took advantage of the tilt in her body and sent short, sharp kick into the side of her calf, following up with a roundhouse kick aimed towards the opposite side of her head.
Ochako’s fight instincts flared up as she quickly brought her forearm up, protecting her face from the blow and simultaneously halting Bakugou’s kick.
“Shit!” She hissed.
“Shit!” She hissed.
He didn’t let up. Bakugou threw an aggressive cross strike again, teeth bared in an intense snarl. Ochako moved from defense into offense, grabbing his striking arm and yanking it down to open his guard.
“What’s your /deal/?” Ochako shouted, trying to shield herself from yet another onslaught of charged hits coming too fast.
“/My/ deal?” Bakugou growled back, twisting away just enough to evade Ochako’s quick jab. “You’ve been acting insane all goddamn /day/!”
“/My/ deal?” Bakugou growled back, twisting away just enough to evade Ochako’s quick jab. “You’ve been acting insane all goddamn /day/!”
He emphasized his final word with jab that just barely swiped Ochako’s cheek, utilizing the shift in control to grab hold of her arm and forcefully twist her around.
She yelped out as Bakugou jerked her arm, tugging her out and away from her stance like he was cracking a whip.
She yelped out as Bakugou jerked her arm, tugging her out and away from her stance like he was cracking a whip.
Ochako’s second guessing got the better of her. Instead of stopping her momentum and countering Bakugou with a cross cut to the jaw like he deserved, she stumbled over her own feet, practically handing him all the leverage he needed.
Swiftly and adeptly, Bakugou twisted Ochako’s arm again and bent down. The force of the motion sent her faltering backwards roughly and quickly.
As she tried to right herself by using Bakugou’s opposite shoulder for leverage, he suddenly used all of his strength to /yank/ her body, her legs kicking out as he flipped and slammed her against the mat.
Ochako coughed against the strain, and before she could regain he bearings, Bakugou was twisting her arm around again, flipping her onto her stomach and bracketing her hips with his thighs.
She inhaled a sharp gasp as the wind got knocked from her lungs in one swift motion.
She inhaled a sharp gasp as the wind got knocked from her lungs in one swift motion.
Bakugou kept her locked in this position, even as she writhed and tried to shrimp out of his hold. It was useless, though. He’d had her pinned in almost no time flat, like he was pinching the wings of a moth between his fingers.
“Know how I know something’s up?” He panted.
“Know how I know something’s up?” He panted.
Ochako twisted her head so that her cheek was pressed against the mat, eyes darting up to see his face hovering over her. “You’ve never gone down so fast in your /life/.”
Bakugou emphasized his last word by pressing her captured arm further into her back. Her eyes squeezed shut.
Bakugou emphasized his last word by pressing her captured arm further into her back. Her eyes squeezed shut.
“Ahh, f-fuck—!” Ochako gasped out at the pain.
Suddenly, Bakugou froze.
Ochako felt him go completely rigid, still planted atop her body but no longer fighting back against her resisting jerks.
Suddenly, Bakugou froze.
Ochako felt him go completely rigid, still planted atop her body but no longer fighting back against her resisting jerks.
Something hit her in that moment, a feeling that seemed to kickstart her heart with such a panicked pace that she was fairly certain she was going into cardiac arrest.
She twisted her head back over her shoulder to see Bakugou’s face. Upon meeting his gaze, her heart dropped.
She twisted her head back over her shoulder to see Bakugou’s face. Upon meeting his gaze, her heart dropped.
It was a gaze that revealed far too much.
It was a look of recognition.
It was in that awful moment that Ochako realized how similar groans of pain and cries of pleasure could sound.
It was a look of recognition.
It was in that awful moment that Ochako realized how similar groans of pain and cries of pleasure could sound.
Ochako never, ever, /ever/ said “fuck” in front of anybody, maybe save for Mina once or twice.
But she’d said it before. Several times before.
Plenty of times on the audio commission she’d done for “Dynamight” the night before.
But she’d said it before. Several times before.
Plenty of times on the audio commission she’d done for “Dynamight” the night before.
Time seemed to stand on a knife’s edge. Over the course of about five seconds, Ochako saw Bakugou connect the dots in his mind. Bakugou watched Ochako /watch him/ connect the dots.
He knew. She knew. They knew.
He knew. She knew. They knew.
The idea of things getting any worse was simply unfathomable. There was nothing that could make this singular moment more horrific and excruciating in any way, shape, or form.
Unless Ochako suddenly realized that Bakugou, who was essentially sitting on her ass, was now hard.
Unless Ochako suddenly realized that Bakugou, who was essentially sitting on her ass, was now hard.
And because the universe apparently has particularly cruel sense of humor, of course that was what happened.
The first one to break the silence was Ochako, though not with anything coherent, let alone helpful.
The first one to break the silence was Ochako, though not with anything coherent, let alone helpful.
“…I-I…um.” She stammered, voice catching in her throat as Bakugou’s mortified gaze flicked from her face to where their bodies adjoined.
Ochako slowly lifted her free arm up, hovering it over the mat for a second before letting it drop down again.
“…Tap.”
Ochako slowly lifted her free arm up, hovering it over the mat for a second before letting it drop down again.
“…Tap.”
Bakugou’s eyelid twitched. He then swiftly scrambled off of Ochako’s back, charging out of the training gym without a word.
For a moment, Ochako just laid there on the mat, hoping that maybe she could will it to swallow her into the earth and spit her out somewhere far away.
For a moment, Ochako just laid there on the mat, hoping that maybe she could will it to swallow her into the earth and spit her out somewhere far away.
“Hey, ‘Chako-chan!”
Ochako slowly lifted her head. The sound of Mina’s voice carried as she jogged over to meet her, Kirishima trailing behind and looking towards the exit.
“What was that about?” She queried. “Baku-bro just stormed out…you kick his ass that hard?”
Ochako slowly lifted her head. The sound of Mina’s voice carried as she jogged over to meet her, Kirishima trailing behind and looking towards the exit.
“What was that about?” She queried. “Baku-bro just stormed out…you kick his ass that hard?”
If Ochako had been thinking a bit more carefully about her words, maybe she wouldn’t have said what she did next. But as had become a familiar theme in her life the last 24 hours, she let her tongue get ahead of her brain.
“He…he got hard.” Ochako mumbled. Mina’s eyes widened.
“He…he got hard.” Ochako mumbled. Mina’s eyes widened.
“Hard?” she whispered. “Hard as in, like…he popped a /boner/?”
Ochako nodded, pushing herself off of the ground and adjusting to sit on the mat. Mina clasped a hand over her mouth, voice pitching up to a squeal.
Ochako nodded, pushing herself off of the ground and adjusting to sit on the mat. Mina clasped a hand over her mouth, voice pitching up to a squeal.
“Holy shit!” She giggled. “Oh wow, that’s incredible. I’m gonna need you to recount everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes.”
Kirishima gave a knowing nod and sighed.
“Ahhh. Yep, that happens. Thrill of the fight, y’know?”
Kirishima gave a knowing nod and sighed.
“Ahhh. Yep, that happens. Thrill of the fight, y’know?”
Ochako and Mina both glanced back at him.
“Babe,” Mina said carefully. “What are you talking about?”
Kirishima’s brow knit up in confusion as he looked between Mina and Ochako’s blank and bewildered stares.
“Babe,” Mina said carefully. “What are you talking about?”
Kirishima’s brow knit up in confusion as he looked between Mina and Ochako’s blank and bewildered stares.
“…What? I mean, y’know like, it’s the adrenaline and stuff. It’s like,” Kirishima spoke with his hands, trying to properly paint the picture. “You know how your nipples get hard when you get riled up at the gym?”
“No.” Mina and Ochako said in unplanned unison.
“No.” Mina and Ochako said in unplanned unison.
Kirishima’s shoulders dropped, his face scrunched up in child-like confusion.
“Oh,” he said softly, placing his hands on his hips. “Huh. That’s weird.”
Another beat of awkward silence passed between them before Kirishima clapped his hands together.
“Oh,” he said softly, placing his hands on his hips. “Huh. That’s weird.”
Another beat of awkward silence passed between them before Kirishima clapped his hands together.
“Well, I’ll go check on him. I’m telling you, this is a legit thing. Nothing to be embarrassed about!”
Kirishima shouted over his shoulder as he booked it towards the exit, calling Bakugou’s name on the way out.
Kirishima shouted over his shoulder as he booked it towards the exit, calling Bakugou’s name on the way out.
Mina and Ochako sat for a moment in silence, before Mina piped back up and hoisted Ochako to her feet.
“I am so glad I left you for Kirishima.” She sighed wistfully before quickly launching back into a giddy tone.
“I am so glad I left you for Kirishima.” She sighed wistfully before quickly launching back into a giddy tone.
“I can’t believe you got /Bakugou/ hard! He’s probably not gonna be able to look at you again without popping another bone-dog.”
Ochako only frowned at Mina in response.
Unfortunately, she might have been right.
*****
Ochako only frowned at Mina in response.
Unfortunately, she might have been right.
*****
That night, Ochako skipped Saturday movie night. She instead opted to sulk in her room, thinking herself to death as she replayed the day’s horrific events on a loop in her head.
Never in a million timelines did she ever think she’d have to deal with a situation as awkward and seemingly immovable as this.
She softly chuckled to herself. All this because she wanted extra money and Bakugou wanted personalized porn.
If she didn't laugh, she'd probably cry.
She softly chuckled to herself. All this because she wanted extra money and Bakugou wanted personalized porn.
If she didn't laugh, she'd probably cry.
In the silence of her room, Ochako heard something slide across her carpet. She lifted her head from her pillow and glanced around her room, eyes eventually catching sight of a little piece of paper sitting in front of her door.
Ochako carefully sat up in bed, head tilted in curious confusion. She padded over to her door and picked up the paper.
It was a piece of unevenly torn notebook paper, folded into quarters. Ochako carefully peeled it open.
It was a piece of unevenly torn notebook paper, folded into quarters. Ochako carefully peeled it open.
Written on the note in quickly scrawled lettering was a simple message:
/Meet me in the gym, 11pm./
/Meet me in the gym, 11pm./
Ochako felt the familiar sense of nauseating dread creep back into her stomach. She knew exactly what this was. The secret she had every intention of burying and never acknowledging ever again had now festered into something she couldn’t ignore.
She looked over her shoulder at her wall clock. 10:33pm.
Ochako took a deep breath and folded the note, shoving it down in her sweatpants pocket.
There was no choice now but to talk.
📢📢📢📢📢
Ochako took a deep breath and folded the note, shoving it down in her sweatpants pocket.
There was no choice now but to talk.
📢📢📢📢📢
CW: semi-public masturbation
Bakugou couldn’t remember how exactly he’d started listening to porn instead of watching it.
He didn’t know why exactly, but something about watching porn just didn’t do it for him. He hated how fake everything felt, how staged and played-out it all was.
He didn’t know why exactly, but something about watching porn just didn’t do it for him. He hated how fake everything felt, how staged and played-out it all was.
It just didn’t feel like it was for him.
But he did remember the exact moment he’d heard his first audio erotic recording and came so hard he thought he died for a minute.
But he did remember the exact moment he’d heard his first audio erotic recording and came so hard he thought he died for a minute.
He liked getting to paint the picture in his mind. And he /loved/ the sound of a really good voice, lived for the way his skin would prickle and tingle with every little catch of breath or moan or sigh.
The first time he’d heard /her/ voice, though…that was it for him.
The first time he’d heard /her/ voice, though…that was it for him.
This woman’s voice was the closest thing to perfection, the way she’d giggle and whisper and gently sigh. There was something so hot about the way she’d take her time with her words, drawing out each syllable in a way that was both so precise and natural at the same time.
God, and when she /came/? Bakugou’d never heard anything like it in his life. He would’ve given almost anything to see her face when it happened, but he’d settle for the thrill of listening and filling in the gaps himself.
So yeah, maybe he dropped an absurd amount of his birthday money on a very specific audio commission. But it was his money and he could do whatever he wanted with it.
And he couldn’t think of a better present than getting to hear that voice moan his name as she came.
And he couldn’t think of a better present than getting to hear that voice moan his name as she came.
But Bakugou wasn’t an /idiot/, he knew that certain exchanges on the internet required a more heightened level of anonymity. So he made a burner email and opted to go with his hero name instead.
It wasn’t like anybody outside of his classmates knew who Dynamight was.
It wasn’t like anybody outside of his classmates knew who Dynamight was.
It was the best way to stay unknown while still getting what he’d wanted. Nobody would be the wiser.
Or so he fucking thought.
Or so he fucking thought.
Cheeks had been acting weird all day, but it wasn’t like he was gonna make a fuss about it. He chalked it up to stress or some other bullshit he didn’t care about.
It wasn’t his problem. She’d get over it.
It wasn’t his problem. She’d get over it.
He’d been actually looking forward to sparring with her. Kirishima decided he’d wanted to use the class getting “closer” to Raccoon Eyes (gross), but as long as he didn’t have to spar with some random whose name he couldn’t remember, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Cheeks was a good fighter. He was more than fine with having someone like her across the mat. He knew she’d give him a solid fight, and there were very few things he appreciated more than getting to earn wins rather than be handed to him so easily.
But less than five minutes in, he’d had her locked in a pin so easily it was almost insulting. She was way better than that—was she going /easy/ on him?
“You’ve never gone down so fast in your /life/.”
“You’ve never gone down so fast in your /life/.”
He didn’t mean to /hurt/ her when he’d tightened his grip. He was just—frustrated. It was annoying, he wasn’t there to play games and be treated like some weak fucking extra.
But when he upped the pressure on her captured arm…she moaned.
But when he upped the pressure on her captured arm…she moaned.
And it wasn’t just any moan, either. He’d recognize that moan from anywhere. Especially since he’d jacked off to it literally that morning when he checked his email and saw his commission waiting for him in his inbox.
The gears in his head had never spun so frantically in his life. He’d started putting together a puzzle in that very moment, and the clearer the picture became the more he wished someone would just eat the goddamn pieces.
All those recordings he’d been getting off to. All those sinful fucking sounds that made his blood boil away into nothing.
It was her. That was /Cheeks/.
It was her. That was /Cheeks/.
It was bad enough that she’d realized that he knew. But then, his stupid traitor /dick/ and his embarrassingly Pavlovian response to hearing her sound like that in /real life/…
It was literally dizzying how quickly the blood drained to fill his cock.
It was literally dizzying how quickly the blood drained to fill his cock.
/Go/, he thought. /Go go go go get the fuck out of here right fucking now you fucking idiot RUN—/
Bakugou was grateful nobody could see his stiffening cock through his pants as he booked it the fuck out of the gym, retreating to the locker room in a tornado of fury and shame.
Bakugou was grateful nobody could see his stiffening cock through his pants as he booked it the fuck out of the gym, retreating to the locker room in a tornado of fury and shame.
He shoved his way through the swinging doors, footsteps echoing on the tile as he frantically paced back and forth amidst the rows of lockers.
“Fuck!” He spat, raking his hands through his hair and planting himself on a nearby bench.
“Fuck!” He spat, raking his hands through his hair and planting himself on a nearby bench.
His mind worked a million miles an hour just trying to keep track of the bullshit that was staring him in the face.
He’d paid $1000 to hear his favorite erotic voice artist say his name—and it was fucking /Cheeks/.
He’d paid $1000 to hear his favorite erotic voice artist say his name—and it was fucking /Cheeks/.
Bakugou stared at the ground between his legs, knee bouncing as he tried to collect himself.
AND his dick was still hard.
AND his dick was still hard.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will his stupid boner down. He just had to not think about it. Shove it down. Ignore it. Think about something else, anything else except hearing that voice in person, not just through his headphones.
But the more he tried to ignore it, the more it came flooding back to him, assaulting his senses and making the back of his neck begin to sweat.
The way her face looked when she…moaned—pinned beneath him, her hair fanned out messily on the mat, her round face all pinched up, eyebrows wrinkled and her cheeks all blushy and pink and her lips and fucking /mouth/…
The tenting in his pants had become more prominent now, the rumbling warmth now fully impossible to ignore.
He paused.
His eyes darted around the deserted locker room, eventually landing on the corridor he knew led to a row of stalls.
He paused.
His eyes darted around the deserted locker room, eventually landing on the corridor he knew led to a row of stalls.
Was he really about to do what he really fucking wanted to do?
Before he could think better of it, Bakugou had already rammed his way through one of those stalls. The door had barely slammed shut behind him before he was frantically fishing his dick out of his pants, shoving them and his underwear beneath his balls.
He brought the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, catching it between his teeth while wrapping a hand around his now painfully hard cock.
“Shit…” he hissed against the fabric. His head fell back and softly thumped against the back of the door as he gave himself a single stroke.
“Shit…” he hissed against the fabric. His head fell back and softly thumped against the back of the door as he gave himself a single stroke.
He unconsciously swiped his thumb across the bead of precum already pearling at his tip, twisting his fist with a languid, fluid stroke.
Bakugou pinched his eyes shut as he began pumping himself in earnest, the sound of her pained and shaky “fuck” replaying through his mind.
Bakugou pinched his eyes shut as he began pumping himself in earnest, the sound of her pained and shaky “fuck” replaying through his mind.
He pictured Ochako with her legs spread wide, toes curling and face scrunched in that way as she finger-fucked herself.
Did she record on her bed? That face she'd made—was that what she looked like when she was recording for him? When she made herself cum?
Did she record on her bed? That face she'd made—was that what she looked like when she was recording for him? When she made herself cum?
He let the sounds of her sighs and heady moans fill his ears, pumping himself faster as heat pooled and spread deep in his belly.
Was she naked when she did it? Or maybe she was wearing a bra—a too-small one that barely contained her tits, squishing them against the fabric.
Was she naked when she did it? Or maybe she was wearing a bra—a too-small one that barely contained her tits, squishing them against the fabric.
How many fingers could she even handle? Did she like it rough, want her hair pulled or maybe even her ass spanked? How would she sound with his cock in her mouth, moaning and huffing as she sucked him in, as her throat tightened and she choked on his—
“F-Fuck, fuck—nnnggh!”
“F-Fuck, fuck—nnnggh!”
Bakugou’s body quickly went rigid. His cock throbbed in his grip, thick ropes of cum shooting out and spilling over his busy hand with each hard pulse. He shivered against the stall door as his orgasm pinned him in place, going on for what felt like ages.
Sensitivity eventually took the place of scorching pleasure. His cock gave one last twitch before he finally began to sag against the door.
Bakugou sighed. Each heavy breath he took pulled some fog away from his fucked-out brain, replacing it with awkward, post-nut clarity.
Bakugou sighed. Each heavy breath he took pulled some fog away from his fucked-out brain, replacing it with awkward, post-nut clarity.
After a moment, he carefully looked around and assessed the damage. An absurd amount of cum covered his softening dick and hand, the image bearing an alarming resemblance to a candle holder covered in melted wax.
Gross.
Gross.
Bakugou groaned in disgust, reaching for the toilet paper to clean himself up.
Once he’d gotten at least some of his shameful jizz off himself, he let the hem of her shirt fall from his teeth with a sigh. He stared up at the ceiling, ruminating on what the fuck just happened.
Once he’d gotten at least some of his shameful jizz off himself, he let the hem of her shirt fall from his teeth with a sigh. He stared up at the ceiling, ruminating on what the fuck just happened.
Bakugou had never been the type to be horny in public. But now that he could check “Jacking Off in the School Locker Room” of the list of shit he never dreamed of doing before, he suddenly felt no better than some deviant, hormone-laden, cum-for-brains teenage boy.
Ugh. Repugnant. He grimaced at the thought.
The sudden /slam/ of the locker room door opening jolted him out of his shame so quickly he physically felt his heart drop down to his stomach.
/Shit shit shit shit shit—/
The sudden /slam/ of the locker room door opening jolted him out of his shame so quickly he physically felt his heart drop down to his stomach.
/Shit shit shit shit shit—/
“Yo B, you in here man?” Kirishima’s voice and footsteps bounced off the lockers as Bakugou quickly scrambled to finish cleaning himself up, gathering huge wads to toilet paper to try and get rid of the remaining mess.
(Which was actually pretty fucking difficult, considering the almost comical amount of cum he’d just blasted in less than 60 seconds.)
“The fuck you want, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou shouted back, trying to disguise his panic with a quick clearing of his throat. Kirishima’s footsteps approached the stall just as he’d managed to toss the cum-soaked tissues and tuck his dick back in his pants.
“Hey,” Kirishima said, voice muffled slight by the door. “You all good? I, uh, I saw you run out of the gym and—“
“I’m fine.” Bakugou aggressively cut him off. “Fuck off.” Kirishima hesitated for a quick second before continuing his interrogation.
“I’m fine.” Bakugou aggressively cut him off. “Fuck off.” Kirishima hesitated for a quick second before continuing his interrogation.
“You sure? ‘Cuz like…I think I know what happened…”
“No you don’t,” Bakugou hissed. “I told you you fuck off!”
“No you don’t,” Bakugou hissed. “I told you you fuck off!”
“Listen man,” Kirishima went on. “This kind of thing happens all the time, y’know? Literally it’s just one of those weird body things, like when your nipples get hard at the gym, y’know?’
Bakugou’s face scrunched up in confusion. “The fuck? No they don’t.”
Bakugou’s face scrunched up in confusion. “The fuck? No they don’t.”
“Damnit!” He huffed. “That’s what Ashido and Uraraka said, too, but I thought—“
“Hold the fuck up,” Bakugou quickly snapped, “you talked to them?”
“Uhh, well, yeah.” Kirishima said. “Uraraka…she kinda said what happened."
“Hold the fuck up,” Bakugou quickly snapped, “you talked to them?”
“Uhh, well, yeah.” Kirishima said. “Uraraka…she kinda said what happened."
“I just came to make sure you weren’t too embarrassed or something.”
God. Fucking. Damnit. Bakugou’s head hit the door with an aggravated groan. Fucking /great/.
“Jesus Christ,” he sighed. “Fucking big mouth.”
God. Fucking. Damnit. Bakugou’s head hit the door with an aggravated groan. Fucking /great/.
“Jesus Christ,” he sighed. “Fucking big mouth.”
If Cheeks couldn’t keep her mouth shut about something as obviously fucking personal as unintentionally getting a boner, then there was no way she’d let the rest of the situation slide. Bakugou tightened his clean hand into his hair with a sigh.
“Can’t fucking believe this.”
“Can’t fucking believe this.”
“But it’s really okay, B!” Kirishima tried to reassure. “I think she was just caught off guard is all. Girls don’t have to deal with that stuff, y’know? They just don’t get it.”
Well that was for goddamn sure.
Well that was for goddamn sure.
“She won’t tell anyone else, dude,” Kirishima continued. “I’m sure of it. She’s not like that, she’s honestly one of the most understanding people I know. Things don’t have to be weird between you two!”
Bakugou chewed on the inside of his lip as he contemplated his next move.
Bakugou chewed on the inside of his lip as he contemplated his next move.
Now that they both shared this damning knowledge, he knew they couldn’t just sweep it under the rug. Secrets like this didn’t just /go away/. You can’t just listen to a recording of your friend moaning and then move on like it’s just another fucking Tuesday.
“You sure you’re okay, B?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou paused briefly, crossing his arms over her chest.
“Yeah,” he said. “‘M fine. Just—don’t go telling anybody about this, got it?”
“Yeah,” he said. “‘M fine. Just—don’t go telling anybody about this, got it?”
Kirishima scoffed. “Dude. You really think I’d do that to you? You’re my bro, bro code states that awkward boners situations are not to be shared or used against another bro. Plain and simple.”
Bakugou’s shoulders eased up a bit at that. Fucking Kirishima. He was a good guy.
Bakugou’s shoulders eased up a bit at that. Fucking Kirishima. He was a good guy.
“Alright, that’s fine! I’m just saying that, if you /did/, that you confide in me, since I’m like, your best friend or whatever. And you can always trust me with personal stuff like that. Just sayin’.”
Bakugou frowned, shaking his head. This was so far beyond a damn crush.
Bakugou frowned, shaking his head. This was so far beyond a damn crush.
“Tch. Whatever.”
Kirishima gave an open-handed pat to the stall door. Bakugou heard his footsteps begin to recede as he exited the immediate vicinity.
Kirishima gave an open-handed pat to the stall door. Bakugou heard his footsteps begin to recede as he exited the immediate vicinity.
“Just remember,” he called out.
“Mr. Aizawa already yelled at us for clogging the shower drains, so if you gotta 'polish the ol' bannister' just make sure you don’t—“
“I fucking DARE you to finish that sentence, Hair-for-Brains—“
“Mr. Aizawa already yelled at us for clogging the shower drains, so if you gotta 'polish the ol' bannister' just make sure you don’t—“
“I fucking DARE you to finish that sentence, Hair-for-Brains—“
“Hey, I’m looking out for you, man! A friendly bro-to-bro reminder!”
Kirishima chuckled as he made his way towards the exit. Shortly after, Bakugou heard the door close and give way to silence once more, leaving him alone to contemplate this elephant of a clusterfuck.
Kirishima chuckled as he made his way towards the exit. Shortly after, Bakugou heard the door close and give way to silence once more, leaving him alone to contemplate this elephant of a clusterfuck.
Sure, did he unknowingly get off to her voice multiple times? Yeah. And did he just five minutes ago cum so hard he almost painted the bathroom wall with his jizz even after knowing it was her voice?
Okay, yes. But that didn’t mean anything. It was just. Frustration.
Okay, yes. But that didn’t mean anything. It was just. Frustration.
But maybe Kirishima was right about Cheeks being understanding.
She’d been the one acting weird all day, but didn’t even hint as to why. He was sure that she also had her reasons for wanting to keep this whole thing a secret. If anything, she had more to lose than he did.
She’d been the one acting weird all day, but didn’t even hint as to why. He was sure that she also had her reasons for wanting to keep this whole thing a secret. If anything, she had more to lose than he did.
At the end of the day, they both had info on each other that could be used as collateral to keep their secrets safe. Neither of them would be able to expose the other without also exposing themselves.
Cheeks could keep her business. Bakugou could keep his fucking dignity.
Cheeks could keep her business. Bakugou could keep his fucking dignity.
Maybe it wasn’t a win/win, but at least it wasn’t a lose/lose.
Before he could do anything, though, he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable.
He needed to talk to Cheeks. Alone.
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Before he could do anything, though, he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable.
He needed to talk to Cheeks. Alone.
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kirishima asks if bakugou actually got hard bc he likes her 🙃
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kirishima asks if bakugou actually got hard bc he likes her 🙃
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Ochako’s heart threatened to beat itself to cessation as she swiftly made her way to the gym under cover of darkness. The last thing she needed was to be caught sneaking out after curfew and get in trouble with her teachers on top of this.
When she arrived at the push doors leading to the gym, she took a deep breath, hands shoved in her hoodie pockets as she nervously glanced around.
The nearby clock on the wall read two minutes to 11. Her fingers twitched in anticipation as she looked down at the handle.
The nearby clock on the wall read two minutes to 11. Her fingers twitched in anticipation as she looked down at the handle.
They just needed to get this out of the way. Once the elephant in the room was acknowledged, they could quietly move past it and let it fester unspoken until they graduated and didn’t have to see each other every day.
Would it be awkward? Yes. But at least they could move on.
Would it be awkward? Yes. But at least they could move on.
Who knows? Maybe when they were both successful heroes, they’d look back on this and have a hearty chuckle at the whole farce. Maybe even over drinks.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Ochako sighed and combed her fingers through her hair. Finally, she pinched her eyes shut and pushed the door open, careful to not let it slam behind her.
At first glance, there was no sign of Bakugou.
At first glance, there was no sign of Bakugou.
The only source of light came through the row of massive windows near the ceiling, casting a thin blue glow against the polished floors.
She hesitated briefly before stepping forward, the rubbery bottoms of her shoes quietly squeaking as they made contact with the floor.
She hesitated briefly before stepping forward, the rubbery bottoms of her shoes quietly squeaking as they made contact with the floor.
“Bakugou?” Her stage whisper just barely echoed through the empty gym. She cautiously stepped forward, voice still low but more insistent.
“Bakugou? You in—“
“Cheeks.”
“Bakugou? You in—“
“Cheeks.”
Ochako abruptly yelped at the gruff and sudden sound of Bakugou’s voice. Her hand hit her chest as she spun around, struggling to calm her fervent heart.
“What is /wrong/ with you, sneaking up on me like that?” She hissed through grit teeth. “Where'd you even come from?”
“What is /wrong/ with you, sneaking up on me like that?” She hissed through grit teeth. “Where'd you even come from?”
Bakugou’s brow wrinkled as he frowned. “The supply closet.”
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ochako wanted nothing more than to rip the arrogance right out of his tone using a set of pliers.
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ochako wanted nothing more than to rip the arrogance right out of his tone using a set of pliers.
A few awkward moments of silence passed between them, Bakugou standing with his hands shoved into his pockets, before Ochako glanced around and shrugged.
“…Well? You said we needed to talk.”
“…Well? You said we needed to talk.”
Bakugou scoffed and glanced away, eyes lowering to the ground.
“Think it’s pretty fucking obvious about what.”
Ochako felt her face slowly warm as the blood rushed to her cheeks. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.
“Think it’s pretty fucking obvious about what.”
Ochako felt her face slowly warm as the blood rushed to her cheeks. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.
She opted to pick at the frayed hem of her sweatshirt instead of meet Bakugou’s gaze while she spoke.
“Look, Baku—“
“Just to be clear,” he interjected, “I don’t know what you /think/ you felt, but. I didn’t get a boner, okay.”
“Look, Baku—“
“Just to be clear,” he interjected, “I don’t know what you /think/ you felt, but. I didn’t get a boner, okay.”
Ochako’s mouth hung open mid-word, expression locked in a perplexed and speechless stare.
“Um,” she said. “Okay…”
“Um,” she said. “Okay…”
“It was, like. It wasn’t /that/, I just,” Bakugou crossed him arms defensively over his chest. “You don’t have a dick, okay, so you don’t get it. Like. Boners happen for no reason all the goddamn time, not just because you’re, like- turned on or something, okay?”
“I thought you said you didn’t get a boner.”
Bakugou’s cheeks flared up with a vivid flush.
“I di- I didn’t!” He retorted, shoulders raising up to his ears as he threw out his arms. He looked like he was about three seconds from stamping his foot and throwing a tantrum.
Bakugou’s cheeks flared up with a vivid flush.
“I di- I didn’t!” He retorted, shoulders raising up to his ears as he threw out his arms. He looked like he was about three seconds from stamping his foot and throwing a tantrum.
A few stagnant moments of painful silence passed between them. She blinked. “Okay.”
/Just let him have this one/, she thought.
/Just let him have this one/, she thought.
Bakugou huffed and shifted his jaw, averting his gaze. If the lightning were better, Ochako might’ve seen something close to vulnerability in his expression.
“You don’t just go around telling people that,” he grumbled. There was no anger in his voice. “Shit’s embarrassing.”
“You don’t just go around telling people that,” he grumbled. There was no anger in his voice. “Shit’s embarrassing.”
Ochako’s stomach dropped in shame. “Oh…” He had a point. That wasn’t fair of her to say, regardless of how she was feeling in the moment.
“I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking. That’s no excuse, though. I’m. I’m sorry.”
She lowered her head, staring down between her crooked feet.
“I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking. That’s no excuse, though. I’m. I’m sorry.”
She lowered her head, staring down between her crooked feet.
“Well. Um…” she began. “I think…I think we both have some things to discuss.”
Bakugou’s rigid jaw shifted again as he bit the inside corner of his cheek.
“Yeah, I’ve got some fucking questions—“
“Okay well I do, /too/,” she quickly asserted, straightening her posture.
Bakugou’s rigid jaw shifted again as he bit the inside corner of his cheek.
“Yeah, I’ve got some fucking questions—“
“Okay well I do, /too/,” she quickly asserted, straightening her posture.
“This is weird for me too, you know.”
Bakugou barked out a wry laugh. “Well you’re not the one who got a goddamn boner in the middle of class.”
“Thought you said you didn’t get a boner—“
“Oh fuck off, Cheeks.”
Bakugou barked out a wry laugh. “Well you’re not the one who got a goddamn boner in the middle of class.”
“Thought you said you didn’t get a boner—“
“Oh fuck off, Cheeks.”
Ochako found herself at an absolute loss for words. Talking to Bakugou was like trying to discuss politics with a wooden spoon.
How the hell were they going to talk this out? Where were they even supposed to start?
How the hell were they going to talk this out? Where were they even supposed to start?
“Okay, how about this,” Ochako started, the bridge of her nose pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “We take turns asking each other one question at a time. You only get to ask another one if you answer the first one—honestly. Deal?”
A petulant scoff puffed its way out of Bakugou’s pouty mouth. “Fine. I go first.”
Ochako bit her tongue, raising her eyebrows in annoyance. “Fine.”
“How the fuck did you know it was me?”
Ochako blinked slowly, the silence blaring in her ears.
Ochako bit her tongue, raising her eyebrows in annoyance. “Fine.”
“How the fuck did you know it was me?”
Ochako blinked slowly, the silence blaring in her ears.
“You…you’re kidding me, right? ‘Call me /Dynamight/‘? I mean maybe if you’d spelled it correctly I could’ve passed it off as a weird coincidence, but you quite literally spelled it ‘m-i-g-h-t’.”
Bakugou’s fists balled up at his sides as he stammered in protest.
Bakugou’s fists balled up at his sides as he stammered in protest.
“Wh-I just—how was I supposed to know? It’s, it’s fucking /habit/, plus I didn’t think anyone I’d know would be seeing that email that’s for fucking sure.”
Ochako scoffed to herself. “Yeah, no kidding.”
Ochako scoffed to herself. “Yeah, no kidding.”
“Alright Cheeks,” Bakugou spat back. “How—“
“Oh, no no no,” Ochako let her hands settle indignantly on her hips. “I answered your question, you answer mine now.”
Bakugou grumbled to himself but otherwise went along. “Fine.”
“Oh, no no no,” Ochako let her hands settle indignantly on her hips. “I answered your question, you answer mine now.”
Bakugou grumbled to himself but otherwise went along. “Fine.”
“Good.” Ochako said. “How long have you been…uh. Listening…to me?”
Bakugou launched into a small fit of stammers and scoffs. “T-That’s—why the fuck would you ask me that?”
“Ah ah ah!” Ochako stuck her finger out. “You can’t ask me another question til you answer!”
Bakugou launched into a small fit of stammers and scoffs. “T-That’s—why the fuck would you ask me that?”
“Ah ah ah!” Ochako stuck her finger out. “You can’t ask me another question til you answer!”
Bakugou bared his teeth, his attempt to compensate for his weak bite with a loud bark clearly failing. Once he realized she wasn’t going to budge, he caved and snapped his jaw shut.
“Few months.” He mumbled through his teeth.
“Few months.” He mumbled through his teeth.
Ochako found herself genuinely taken aback. He’d been listening for that long?
“So you really liked—“
“Oi! My question!”
“So you really liked—“
“Oi! My question!”
Ochako groaned and let her head fall limply back. How were they both so bad at this?
“So you’re saying that Dynamight gave it away,” he started. “If you knew from the start it was me, then why the /fuck/ did you still record it?”
“So you’re saying that Dynamight gave it away,” he started. “If you knew from the start it was me, then why the /fuck/ did you still record it?”
Ochako’s eyes widened in disbelief. “It was /a thousand dollars/! I know that amount of money clearly doesn’t mean so much if you were willing to drop it like that, but do you realize how much that really is to someone like me?”
Ochako crossed her arms. “I’m not ashamed to admit that money would make a huge difference in my life. I wasn’t about to pass it up.”
“I could’ve given you that money if you really needed it, y’know.”
“I could’ve given you that money if you really needed it, y’know.”
The barely detectable thread of sympathy in his voice was overshadowed by the sheer insanity of his assertion.
“I—“ Ochako started before snapping her mouth shut. “Okay, then my next question for you is this: why would I ever go and ask you for money?”
“I—“ Ochako started before snapping her mouth shut. “Okay, then my next question for you is this: why would I ever go and ask you for money?”
“Uh, I don’t know, because we’re friends?”
Ochako genuinely thought she’d misheard Bakugou. “I’m…I’m sorry, you think that…we’re /friends/?”
Bakugou shrugged, glaring at her annoyance as though she were in the wrong.
Ochako genuinely thought she’d misheard Bakugou. “I’m…I’m sorry, you think that…we’re /friends/?”
Bakugou shrugged, glaring at her annoyance as though she were in the wrong.
“Who says we’re not? We’ve done stuff before.”
“Done stuff? What ‘stuff’ have we done? Said hi?”
“I mean, Jesus! We’ve hung out before.”
“….we literally never have.”
“Done stuff? What ‘stuff’ have we done? Said hi?”
“I mean, Jesus! We’ve hung out before.”
“….we literally never have.”
Bakugou threw his hands in the air. “Okay well that’s a flat out fuckin’ lie! How many times have we sparred together?”
Ochako found herself at a true loss for words. “Bakugou, that’s—that’s not what ‘hanging out’ is! That’s—I just—okay.”
Ochako found herself at a true loss for words. “Bakugou, that’s—that’s not what ‘hanging out’ is! That’s—I just—okay.”
She scrubbed a hand down her face in tired exasperation. “If you think we’re friends, then tell me where I’m from.”
Bakugou shrugged. “Fuck if I know. Japan.”
Bakugou shrugged. “Fuck if I know. Japan.”
“No, see—that’s the kind of stuff that friends, /real friends/ know about each other. So to answer what I’m considering is your question as to who says we’re not friends: me! I’d say that!”
Bakugou scoffed, offended. “Well what the hell, Cheeks! Do your ‘real friends’ also know that you make porn?”
“WHAT? I—n-no!”
“Oh, so you do know how to keep your mouth shut then.”
“WHAT? I—n-no!”
“Oh, so you do know how to keep your mouth shut then.”
Ochako wanted to tear her own eyes out of her skull. “Will you just let that go? I said I’m sorry! It was a mistake, Bakugou, and in case you’d forgotten, my head wasn’t really in a place to do any critical thinking! I mean, you- you got /hard/, and I—“
“YOU made that sound!” He gestured to her with tense, splayed hands. “You can’t just- I mean, fuck, you can’t just…/moan/ like that!”
“It wasn’t a moan! You twisted my arm, it /hurt/—“
“It wasn’t a moan! You twisted my arm, it /hurt/—“
“Jesus Christ I’m not saying it was on purpose, Cheeks, I’m just telling you that I’d know /that/ sound from fucking /anywhere/, and that was a /moan/!”
“Okay, well I’m sorry! I can’t help the sounds that come out of my mouth, especially when I’m being pinned to the floor! But fine, go ahead and blame me for how you react to things like an /asshole/—“
“Oh I’m the asshole? You knew it was me when you made that recording and were just gonna what, keep that secret and pretend like it wasn’t the case? You were gonna let me jack off to you and not even—“
“No! I just—” Ochako bristled, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.
“No! I just—” Ochako bristled, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.
“Just shut /up/!”
“No! I’ll fuckin’ say it, alright? That’s what you were gonna ask anyway, right? I JACKED OFF TO YOUR PORN, CHEEKS. I paid for it, YOU made it, and I fuckin’ got off to it, fucking /sue me/!”
“No! I’ll fuckin’ say it, alright? That’s what you were gonna ask anyway, right? I JACKED OFF TO YOUR PORN, CHEEKS. I paid for it, YOU made it, and I fuckin’ got off to it, fucking /sue me/!”
Ochako’s eyes widened. Silence struck her like lightening and paralyzed her on the spot. All she could do was stare at Bakugou, mouth slightly agape as they both processed what he’d just said.
In the wake of her silence, Bakugou seemed to be equally surprised as the words settled into the air, spoken aloud and now unable to be retracted.
What was telling her that he’d gotten off to her voice accomplishing?
What was telling her that he’d gotten off to her voice accomplishing?
How would that win any argument? Did he say it to make her uncomfortable, to make her confront the unspoken truth? Or did he say it because he wanted her to know he liked it?
Either way, the two found themselves standing in wide-eyed silence, having reached an impasse that neither knew how to conquer.
What exactly did they need to talk about anyways? What were they even doing here?
What exactly did they need to talk about anyways? What were they even doing here?
The more they stared at each other, the more the reason behind their rendezvous alluded them.
Bakugou quietly cleared his throat. Ochako snapped her mouth shut.
Well.
Bakugou quietly cleared his throat. Ochako snapped her mouth shut.
Well.
A sudden sound coming from the nearby hallways sliced through the silent tension between them. They both froze in place, eyes catching sight of shadows moving through the crack under the nearby door.
Ochako’s eyes widened. They were about to be caught.
Ochako’s eyes widened. They were about to be caught.
“Fuck,” Bakugou hissed. “Hide. We gotta hide, c’mere—“
He quickly grabbed Ochako by the wrist and pulled her with him as he scrambled over to the supply closet.
“What are we gonna do?! They’re gonna—“
He quickly grabbed Ochako by the wrist and pulled her with him as he scrambled over to the supply closet.
“What are we gonna do?! They’re gonna—“
“Shh!” Bakugou shushed her as he shoved her inside the cramped utility closet, following close behind as he pulled the door shut.
“Baku—“
“Baku—“
A massive hand quickly clasped over her mouth, nearly enclosing her entire jaw beneath his palm and fingers.
“Keep still, you make a sound and we’re dead.”
“Keep still, you make a sound and we’re dead.”
To say the utility closet was cramped was an understatement. Ochako nodded and held her body taut, tightly sandwiched between a wall of various training equipment and Bakugou’s chest, pressed close enough to feel his heart pound beneath his ribs.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she glanced up just enough to make out the shadowed outline of Bakugou’s clenched jaw. She was glued in place as she worked to quiet her hurried breathing.
Bakugou’s chest shifted and pressed closer to her body with each steady breath.
Bakugou’s chest shifted and pressed closer to her body with each steady breath.
They listened carefully to the sound of the gym door opening, followed by a set of faint footsteps.
The warmth of Bakugou’s body both grounded her and made her stomach tense with each precarious moment.
The warmth of Bakugou’s body both grounded her and made her stomach tense with each precarious moment.
She could feel his breath tickle her hair, each one coming out quickly at first but eventually falling into a more even rhythm.
Ochako soon felt Bakugou’s shoulders sag. She then heard the sound of the gym door closing once again, followed by silence.
Ochako soon felt Bakugou’s shoulders sag. She then heard the sound of the gym door closing once again, followed by silence.
“Okay,” Bakugou breathed, voice still lowered to a near whisper. “Think they’re gone.”
Ochako could only nod as he carefully removed his cupped hand from her mouth.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. She quickly shook her head.
Ochako could only nod as he carefully removed his cupped hand from her mouth.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. She quickly shook her head.
“It’s fine.”
Bakugou didn’t pull away immediately. He instead kept himself very still, like he was stuck trying to decide what to do next.
Ochako was locked in the spot, body unable to even flinch as she focused on the feel of another person pressed against her.
Bakugou didn’t pull away immediately. He instead kept himself very still, like he was stuck trying to decide what to do next.
Ochako was locked in the spot, body unable to even flinch as she focused on the feel of another person pressed against her.
She tried to make sense of it, tried to understand if she /couldn’t/ move, or if she simply didn’t /want/ to move.
The danger had passed. They weren’t at risk of getting caught anymore.
So why was her heart still pounding?
The danger had passed. They weren’t at risk of getting caught anymore.
So why was her heart still pounding?
Ochako thought about what Bakugou had said just moments before he sequestered them to the closet.
It wasn’t like she’d never considered the possibility that he’d gotten off to her voice. She in fact had very solid knowledge that was the case from the beginning.
It wasn’t like she’d never considered the possibility that he’d gotten off to her voice. She in fact had very solid knowledge that was the case from the beginning.
But hearing it aloud felt different. Now that it was out on the table, there was no more skirting around the messy awkwardness.
She couldn’t pretend or trick herself into thinking he had made a mistake when he commissioned her.
He also liked it. /They/ liked it.
She couldn’t pretend or trick herself into thinking he had made a mistake when he commissioned her.
He also liked it. /They/ liked it.
Perhaps it was the dark that emboldened her. The cramped, lightless, liminal space unintentionally created another circumstance where Ochako could muster up a shred of courage. She could feel her heart beating a steady drumbeat in her tongue.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“Did you mean what you said?”
Bakugou was stiff against her. Neither of them were looking at the other.
“‘Bout what?” His voice was a soft whisper, hollow of tone.
“The. The audio. You…liked it.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “You said you got off to it.”
“‘Bout what?” His voice was a soft whisper, hollow of tone.
“The. The audio. You…liked it.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “You said you got off to it.”
Ochako thought she was going to pass out as the words left her lips. She could feel Bakugou’s chest, still pinned up against her body, tighten as he worked to suppress the shaking in his breath.
“Yeah,” he said. “I…yeah.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I…yeah.”
She couldn’t think of another way to respond. Her attempt at nodding was closer to a paltry little shiver that wracked her skull.
“Are…are you…mad?” She ventured.
“At you?”
Ochako shrugged as much as she could, tucked against his body.
“Are…are you…mad?” She ventured.
“At you?”
Ochako shrugged as much as she could, tucked against his body.
“Now that you know it’s…whose voice it is, I mean. Are you, like…do you feel…”
Ochako hesitated as she tried to choose the word—there were so many. Ashamed? Disappointed? Disgusted?
“You’re asking if I still like it even though it’s you. Right?”
Ochako hesitated as she tried to choose the word—there were so many. Ashamed? Disappointed? Disgusted?
“You’re asking if I still like it even though it’s you. Right?”
Ochako was silent. She didn’t understand /why/, but she felt her chest shake the way it always did when tears threatened to bubble and spill out from her eyes.
She forced herself to nod, forehead grazing Bakugou’s chest with the motion. Had they gotten even closer?
She forced herself to nod, forehead grazing Bakugou’s chest with the motion. Had they gotten even closer?
The rising of his chest stopped mid-breath, but only for a moment. The air left his nose on a soft huff when his breathing resumed.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
If Ochako wasn’t listening for it, she might’ve mistaken his reply for a sigh or catch of breath—something it wasn’t. But Bakugou’s body seemed to encroach against hers ever so slightly, in a way that she would’ve been an idiot to not take as intentional.
“You—“
“My turn to ask.” Bakugou interrupted, a thin thread of urgency woven through his whispered words. Ochako quickly nodded. She summoned enough bravery to finally lift her eyes and very carefully tilt her chin up.
“My turn to ask.” Bakugou interrupted, a thin thread of urgency woven through his whispered words. Ochako quickly nodded. She summoned enough bravery to finally lift her eyes and very carefully tilt her chin up.
She couldn’t see every feature of his face, but her eyes had adjusted enough to recognize its vague form, just enough to see Bakugou’s throat bob and his lips gently part. He was no longer looking out for danger. Instead, he was facing inward, forehead dipped down just a touch.
Ochako's body blossomed with warmth as Bakugou slowly leaned in, his breath fanning against the tip of her ear.
“Tell me,” he whispered, “what do I need to do to hear you make those sounds again?”
“Tell me,” he whispered, “what do I need to do to hear you make those sounds again?”
cw: dry humping, fingering
The breath stolen from Ochako’s lungs left her lips on a shaky sigh. Bakugou turned his jaw ever so slightly, hesitating as his lips now ghosted the shell of her ear with an intimate kind of curiosity.
It was hard to know what came next. The darkness obscured more than just their sight; it blanketed them in a strange comfort, urged them to let go and allow their other senses to lead the way.
Somehow, in some quick moment of bravery and lust, something shifted as they moved in tandem, noses and foreheads bumping and grazing for a few brief moments before their lips finally found each other.
At the feel of his lips against her own, Ochako’s fervent and tempestuous heart blossomed into something warm, which flooded her body with an entirely new and foreign kind of relief.
Bakugou kissed her delicately at first, as if he were afraid she’d crack and splinter apart. It was such a stark contrast from the way he carried himself that it made her dizzy at the realization.
Soon enough, she allowed her hands to do what they’d wanted to do for so, so long.
Soon enough, she allowed her hands to do what they’d wanted to do for so, so long.
She wrapped her arms around Bakugou’s warm back, pressing closer and deepening the kiss.
Bakugou’s hand came from somewhere to wrap around the back of her head. Each passing second left them both a little more breathless, kneading their lips and letting their tongues meet.
Bakugou’s hand came from somewhere to wrap around the back of her head. Each passing second left them both a little more breathless, kneading their lips and letting their tongues meet.
Breaking away to catch her breath, Ochako audibly gasped against the stifling air.
“B-Bakugou,” she sighed. She felt him shake his head.
“Katsuki,” he corrected. “Please.”
“B-Bakugou,” she sighed. She felt him shake his head.
“Katsuki,” he corrected. “Please.”
His chest expanded as he pulled her closer to plant a trail of determined, heated kisses along her jaw and neck. Ochako let her head tilt back in ecstasy at the sensation.
“/Katsuki/!” She whined out, heat gathering between her legs as he pressed his thigh against her center.
“/Katsuki/!” She whined out, heat gathering between her legs as he pressed his thigh against her center.
“Fuck,” Katsuki groaned on a sigh. His hips pressed forward, seeking friction to soothe the damning ache in his hard cock. “You don’t even understand what you’ve done to me.”
Ochako could feel the way his jaw tightened as he smiled, speaking through a breathy laugh of disbelief.
Ochako could feel the way his jaw tightened as he smiled, speaking through a breathy laugh of disbelief.
“The way you sound when…God you’ve fuckin’ ruined me, Cheeks.”
At another roll of his hips, Ochako felt herself clench around nothing, gasping as she straddled his thigh between her legs. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as he nuzzled the into crook of her neck.
At another roll of his hips, Ochako felt herself clench around nothing, gasping as she straddled his thigh between her legs. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as he nuzzled the into crook of her neck.
They fell into a rhythm, the friction between them building with each tandem grind of their hips. Ochako’s breath came out in these desperate, needy little pants and Katsuki kissed his way along her jawline.
Her nerve endings crackled like they were being scraped across flint. Every micro-movement ignited a new spark in her, something that betrayed her desperation with each unabashed whine and breath.
Katsuki shifted a little bit as their lips met once more. He sent another delicious roll of his hips, letting his stiff cock press against Ochako’s belly.
The massive hand on her hip tentatively made its way to the waistband of her sweatpants.
The massive hand on her hip tentatively made its way to the waistband of her sweatpants.
Ochako parted from the kiss just enough to leave an inch of space between their mouths, their breaths coming out in frantic, heady huffs.
She shivered when Katsuki’s fingertips carefully slipped just below her waistband.
“This okay?” He whispered. She nodded.
She shivered when Katsuki’s fingertips carefully slipped just below her waistband.
“This okay?” He whispered. She nodded.
He paused briefly before letting his hand drift down lower, until he was cupping the warm mound of her pussy. Her head titled back on a gasp as his fingers ghosted over her seam.
“Fuck,” he sighed. “Are you always this wet?”
Ochako shook her head, eyelids heavy. “Only for you.”
“Fuck,” he sighed. “Are you always this wet?”
Ochako shook her head, eyelids heavy. “Only for you.”
Katsuki shivered at that. His anticipation had gone from something tucked away as a sound in his head to a physical manifestation, impossible to suppress.
He took his time using his fingers to nudge her lips apart, each moment of contact making Ochako buzz like a live wire.
He took his time using his fingers to nudge her lips apart, each moment of contact making Ochako buzz like a live wire.
She couldn’t stop the sharp gasp of pleasure launching from her throat as Katsuki’s thumb found her clit. She could feel his fingers tremble as he carefully sunk two of them inside.
“F-Fuck,” she groaned between grit teeth, “Y-your fingers…”
“F-Fuck,” she groaned between grit teeth, “Y-your fingers…”
“Feel okay?”
Ochako held her breath and nodded. “B-big.”
Ochako held her breath and nodded. “B-big.”
Katsuki groaned, forehead falling against her collarbone. His breath fanned against her skin as he began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her slick pussy.
The glide was effortless, each press and curl and touch unstitching a new thread of pleasure in Ochako’s gut.
The glide was effortless, each press and curl and touch unstitching a new thread of pleasure in Ochako’s gut.
She let her eyelids flutter closed as she began to rock against his hand and adjust to the delectable sensation.
“Katsuki…” Ochako whined out. She brought a hand up to the back of his head, tugging at his hair as he coaxed her closer and closer to a dangerous edge.
“Katsuki…” Ochako whined out. She brought a hand up to the back of his head, tugging at his hair as he coaxed her closer and closer to a dangerous edge.
“…see you,” he mumbled. Ochako’s brow pinched as she ground down against his palm.
“W-What?”
Katsuki carefully slid his fingers out, moving his hand to grope at her ass beneath her panties. “Wanna /see you/,” he sighed, “see your face when you—“
“W-What?”
Katsuki carefully slid his fingers out, moving his hand to grope at her ass beneath her panties. “Wanna /see you/,” he sighed, “see your face when you—“
Ochako’s involuntary whine stopped his words before he could finish them himself. Kastuki sighed again at the sound, hips seeking friction as he quickly rolled his hips and dove in to kiss her open mouth.
“M-my room,” she mumbled against his lips between desperate little pecks.
“M-my room,” she mumbled against his lips between desperate little pecks.
“Huh?” Katsuki hummed.
“Can we—should we—“
Was she really about to ask him? Like this?
The little shiver in her gut answered for her.
“Can we—should we—“
Was she really about to ask him? Like this?
The little shiver in her gut answered for her.
“Come to my room,” she finally whispered. “We can’t…not here—“
“Okay. Yeah, yeah.” Katsuki nodded, chest shaking as he tried to steady his breath and peel himself away from her body. Their shared reluctance was palpable, the emptiness made worse by a sudden jarring chill.
“Okay. Yeah, yeah.” Katsuki nodded, chest shaking as he tried to steady his breath and peel himself away from her body. Their shared reluctance was palpable, the emptiness made worse by a sudden jarring chill.
Ochako’s mouth went dry as she clumsily made her way out of the closet, stumbling a bit as she navigated blindly through the haphazard mountains and stacks of equipment.
When they finally did emerge, she could finally see Katsuki in somewhat better lighting.
When they finally did emerge, she could finally see Katsuki in somewhat better lighting.
It was still dark, but the moon provided enough light to expose the severe blush on his cheeks and the disheveled tufts of his ashy hair.
Katsuki’s throat visibly bobbed as he looked her up and down with a heavy swallow. She probably didn’t look any better, really.
Katsuki’s throat visibly bobbed as he looked her up and down with a heavy swallow. She probably didn’t look any better, really.
Once their eyes met, Ochako gave a single, sharp nod.
“Right.” She said to nobody in particular before aggressively speed-walking to the gym doors, not bothering to wait for Katsuki.
“W-hey, hold up a little bit,”
“Right.” She said to nobody in particular before aggressively speed-walking to the gym doors, not bothering to wait for Katsuki.
“W-hey, hold up a little bit,”
Ochako looked over her shoulder just as she arrived at the doors. Katsuki was a few steps behind her, awkwardly trying to match her pace.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, suddenly nervous. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced away, trying to inconspicuously adjust himself.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, suddenly nervous. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced away, trying to inconspicuously adjust himself.
“I can’t-” he huffed, “just- lemme fix my dick first before you take off down the hall.”
Her eyes moved down to where the fabric of his trousers showed off a…sizable…tent.
Her eyes moved down to where the fabric of his trousers showed off a…sizable…tent.
She felt her chest give another involuntary little shiver at the thought.
“Oh.” She said it without thinking. “Right.”
Katsuki shook his head to himself, hunched as he turned half to the side to make a final adjustment.
“Oh.” She said it without thinking. “Right.”
Katsuki shook his head to himself, hunched as he turned half to the side to make a final adjustment.
“Can’t believe this is the second time today I’ve gotten hard in the fucking gym.”
Ochako couldn’t help herself. A snort of laugher escaped her lips before she clapped a hand over her mouth. Katsuki shot her a quick glare before rolling his eyes.
Ochako couldn’t help herself. A snort of laugher escaped her lips before she clapped a hand over her mouth. Katsuki shot her a quick glare before rolling his eyes.
Holding back another giggle, Ochako shook out her hands and looked back to the door as Katsuki approached her.
“Sorry, sorry, I know it’s—“
Katsuki took it upon himself to stop her mouth by pulling her into another deep kiss.
“Sorry, sorry, I know it’s—“
Katsuki took it upon himself to stop her mouth by pulling her into another deep kiss.
Who was she to fight that? She immediately melted and kissed him back, before finally pulling apart lest they get caught again.
With that, Ochako lead the way out, shoving her way through the double doors and counting her heartbeats with each precarious step.
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With that, Ochako lead the way out, shoving her way through the double doors and counting her heartbeats with each precarious step.
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wooo we’ve got one more update left folks!! thanks for all of your hilarious comments and qrts, y’all crack me up
happy valentine’s day bbs💝
happy valentine’s day bbs💝
The treacherous journey back to Ochako’s room finally came to an end as she arrived at her door, fingers shaking as she fished the key from her pocket.
Katsuki hovered awkwardly off to the side, hands still shoved in his pockets to try and give his boner more room to breathe.
Katsuki hovered awkwardly off to the side, hands still shoved in his pockets to try and give his boner more room to breathe.
“Sorry it’s kind of a mess,” Ochako started as she finally opened the door and shouldered her way past the threshold. “Wasn’t really expecting company…hah…”
Katsuki hesitated for a moment before finally following her inside. Despite her warning, the room wasn’t actually that untidy. Aside from a few shirts strew about the floor and an unmade bed, it was relatively neat.
The small lamp sitting on her desk was still on, along with a few crooked Christmas lights strung haphazardly along the walls. The soft lighting made everything feel softer, almost hazy and dream-like.
But in spite of the warm aura filling the room, the unspoken and fervent anticipation between the two of them took up far more space.
Once the door was closed and locked, Ochako had barely a moment to breathe before feeling the warm weight of Katsuki’s body pressing to her back.
Once the door was closed and locked, Ochako had barely a moment to breathe before feeling the warm weight of Katsuki’s body pressing to her back.
She tipped her head back as his lips teased along her neck.
“Fuck…” She sighed, eyelids fluttering as a delicious chill flitted up her spine. Katsuki hummed and let his hands roam over the soft curves of her hips and ass.
“Fuck…” She sighed, eyelids fluttering as a delicious chill flitted up her spine. Katsuki hummed and let his hands roam over the soft curves of her hips and ass.
“Do you even know what you sound like?” His left hand made its way from the side of her thigh to the bottom hem of her sweatshirt, fingers slipping between the fabric and her warm skin.
Ochako could only whimper as he squeezed her breast over her bra.
Ochako could only whimper as he squeezed her breast over her bra.
“It’s criminal, Cheeks. The noises you make…”
Katsuki buried his face deeper into her neck. “There’s no way you’re real.” He mumbled it like it wasn’t meant for her, like he was merely marveling at the wonder of her body, and she'd just happened to hear it.
Katsuki buried his face deeper into her neck. “There’s no way you’re real.” He mumbled it like it wasn’t meant for her, like he was merely marveling at the wonder of her body, and she'd just happened to hear it.
Ochako’s heart pounded in her ears as he continued to kiss along her jaw. She needed more of him, and each passing moment with their mouths apart drove her a little closer to the edge of insanity.
A little gasp involuntarily escaped her lips as he nibbled on her ear.
A little gasp involuntarily escaped her lips as he nibbled on her ear.
She couldn’t help herself. Animal instinct took hold of her body as she quickly spun around on her heel, grabbed Katsuki’s face between her hands and aggressively kissed him on the mouth.
Soon they were stumbling backwards, frantically and clumsily until Katsuki’s legs met the edge of her bed. Without breaking their kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down with him as he fell against the mattress.
Ochako caged his hips between her knees as she settled into the rhythm of their kiss. Aside from a few spin the bottle moments in the past, she’d never kissed anyone on the lips before, and certainly not like /this/.
She expected to be worse at it, to not know what to do.
She expected to be worse at it, to not know what to do.
But kissing Katsuki was almost instinctual. Every movement she made, every brush of their tongues and lips felt choreographed to near perfection. Everything about it was bliss, and she couldn’t contain the little huffs and soft moans that seemed to seep from her mouth like syrup.
"Jesus," Katsuki huffed against her mouth.
Katsuki’s hands softly roamed over her back for a moment before wandering down to settle on her ass. He groaned and gave her cheeks a quick squeeze, hips twitching up and thrusting against her center.
Katsuki’s hands softly roamed over her back for a moment before wandering down to settle on her ass. He groaned and gave her cheeks a quick squeeze, hips twitching up and thrusting against her center.
Ochako moaned and let him guide her as she rolled her hips against his stiff cock. There were too many layers still, too many clothes that prevented the friction from giving her the pleasure she sought.
But a sudden air of hesitation interrupted her enthusiasm.
But a sudden air of hesitation interrupted her enthusiasm.
“Wait,” Katsuki said, gently pulling away from her mouth. “Just- hold on for a second.”
It was like Ochako’s stomach had dropped three stories in two seconds. She felt her body shift as he scooted back on the bed, giving himself enough room to sit up with her still in his lap.
It was like Ochako’s stomach had dropped three stories in two seconds. She felt her body shift as he scooted back on the bed, giving himself enough room to sit up with her still in his lap.
She was ready and eager to go in for another kiss, but Katsuki’s expression made her take genuine pause. She caught him looking off to the side, eyes clouded in thought and fixated on some imaginary point.
“What’s wrong?” She carefully sat back, trying not to overcrowd him.
“What’s wrong?” She carefully sat back, trying not to overcrowd him.
“Do you...do you not want to?”
“That’s not it,” he quickly replied. “Trust me, I want to, Cheeks.”
“That’s not it,” he quickly replied. “Trust me, I want to, Cheeks.”
Considering Ochako was currently straddling his very obvious boner, she was inclined to believe him. But there was still something he wasn’t saying. She shook her head.
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t understand.”
Katsuki’s hesitation was palpable. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down whatever it was that was keeping him from touching her.
“I just…I’m not, like. I don’t have a lot of…” He hesitated. Ochako watched him try to work out what exactly he was trying to say.
“I just…I’m not, like. I don’t have a lot of…” He hesitated. Ochako watched him try to work out what exactly he was trying to say.
“I don’t have a lot of…experience. Okay. So, um. You need to…”
Ochako blinked at him. “Katsuki?”
He kept his head to the side but carefully shifted his eyes enough to meet her gaze.
“Have you…are you a virgin, too?”
Ochako blinked at him. “Katsuki?”
He kept his head to the side but carefully shifted his eyes enough to meet her gaze.
“Have you…are you a virgin, too?”
His cheeks immediately reddened. “Look I /get it/, okay? I’m not—“
Before he could complete his own personal act of self-sabotage, Ochako’s words suddenly hit him and stopped him from hiding his face. Instead, he quickly looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
Before he could complete his own personal act of self-sabotage, Ochako’s words suddenly hit him and stopped him from hiding his face. Instead, he quickly looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
“Wait. Did…did you say “too”?”
Now it was Ochako’s turn to blush in embarrassment.
“I-I…well, y-yeah. I’m, uh. I’ve never done…” she vaguely gestured between their bodies, “…this.”
Now it was Ochako’s turn to blush in embarrassment.
“I-I…well, y-yeah. I’m, uh. I’ve never done…” she vaguely gestured between their bodies, “…this.”
Katsuki said nothing at first. He blinked and examined her face, as though he were waiting to catch her in a lie.
“You’ve never had sex before?”
God, just hearing that phrase spoken into existence made her itch with anxiety. She sheepishly shook her head. “No.”
“You’ve never had sex before?”
God, just hearing that phrase spoken into existence made her itch with anxiety. She sheepishly shook her head. “No.”
Katsuki continued to look at her in honest disbelief. “But your recordings…?”
Ochako wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s just, like…/shit/,” Katsuki scratched the back of his head. “I just assumed that you’d, I dunno…been with someone before. You sound so…”
Ochako wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s just, like…/shit/,” Katsuki scratched the back of his head. “I just assumed that you’d, I dunno…been with someone before. You sound so…”
His voice trailed off. Ochako squinted at him incredulously, trying to figure out if this was a compliment or an insult.
“…sound so what?” She finished.
“Like you know what the fuck you’re doing.”
“…sound so what?” She finished.
“Like you know what the fuck you’re doing.”
Ochako raised her eyebrows. “Well…I mean, I /do/. I may not have had sex before, but it’s not like I’m inept when it comes to this kind of thing.”
“Yeah, no shit.” Katsuki huffed. There was nothing sarcastic or dismissive in his tone, just genuine…amazement.
“Yeah, no shit.” Katsuki huffed. There was nothing sarcastic or dismissive in his tone, just genuine…amazement.
“Look,” Katsuki said earnestly. “Since we’re past the point of keeping secrets, I’ll be straight up with you.”
He took a quick breath and anxiously tousled his hair. “The chokehold your voice has had on my dick is, frankly, embarrassing.”
He took a quick breath and anxiously tousled his hair. “The chokehold your voice has had on my dick is, frankly, embarrassing.”
Ochako’s face and ears suddenly flooded with heat. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth as he continued.
“I wasn’t kidding when I asked you what I needed to do to get you to make those noises again. Because they’re the hottest sounds I’ve ever fucking heard.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I asked you what I needed to do to get you to make those noises again. Because they’re the hottest sounds I’ve ever fucking heard.”
Katsuki finally, carefully, moved in closer to Ochako. Their faces were mere centimeters from each other.
“So. I guess what I’m trying to say here is…I wanna make it good for you. I need you to teach me what you like.”
“So. I guess what I’m trying to say here is…I wanna make it good for you. I need you to teach me what you like.”
When Ochako studied the features of Katsuki’s face, she saw something she hadn’t ever seen on him before.
Through his tightened jaw and furrowed brow, she saw something vulnerable, something that told her that this side of him was rare, enigmatic.
And she couldn’t look away.
Through his tightened jaw and furrowed brow, she saw something vulnerable, something that told her that this side of him was rare, enigmatic.
And she couldn’t look away.
There was another moment between them, and Ochako held onto it with both hands before leaning in just enough to catch his lips.
Katsuki hesitated at first, but soon allowed his uncertainty to fall away as he kissed her back, cupping her jaw as their tongues met and mingled.
Katsuki hesitated at first, but soon allowed his uncertainty to fall away as he kissed her back, cupping her jaw as their tongues met and mingled.
In a sliver of space between their kiss, Ochako gently spoke.
“You want to know how I…how I do it?”
Katsuki nodded.
“Okay,” she leaned in to whisper close to his ear, “then let me show you.”
“You want to know how I…how I do it?”
Katsuki nodded.
“Okay,” she leaned in to whisper close to his ear, “then let me show you.”
Katsuki’s pulse stuttered. He felt his hands tremble as he watched her carefully lean back and reach for the hem of her sweatshirt. In one quick swoop, she pulled off the bulky top and let it drop to the floor behind her.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she quickly unclasped her bra and shucked it off, leaving her entirely bare from the waist up.
Ochako did her best to feign confidence and hide her embarrassment at being topless in front of a guy for the first time, let alone /Katsuki/.
Ochako did her best to feign confidence and hide her embarrassment at being topless in front of a guy for the first time, let alone /Katsuki/.
But her self-consciousness was quickly replaced by a familiar kind of surprise.
She could’ve sworn she felt Katsuki’s dick actually get /harder/.
She could’ve sworn she felt Katsuki’s dick actually get /harder/.
A swirl of anxiety and anticipation flooded her bones as she finally looked at Katsuki. His mouth was left slightly ajar, eyes fixated on her bare chest and rapidly hardening nipples.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out a sigh of amazement. “Okay. Um. T-Those, uh. Those are…nice.”
“Holy shit,” he breathed out a sigh of amazement. “Okay. Um. T-Those, uh. Those are…nice.”
Ochako bit back a grin and turned her head to the side. “T-Thank you.”
An awkward beat of Katsuki staring enraptured at her tits passed before she cleared her throat, cheeks pink and blushy.
An awkward beat of Katsuki staring enraptured at her tits passed before she cleared her throat, cheeks pink and blushy.
“Um,” she nervously shifted a bit on his lap. “I, um. I like to…touch them, sometimes. When I’m recording.”
Katsuki glanced up at Ochako in utter rapture at her words. His mouth hung open as he dutifully nodded.
Katsuki glanced up at Ochako in utter rapture at her words. His mouth hung open as he dutifully nodded.
He slowly brought his hands up to her breasts, fingers lightly squeezing the supple flesh.
Ochako couldn’t suppress the shiver that wracked her body at his touch. His eyes remained glued to her chest as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure.
Ochako couldn’t suppress the shiver that wracked her body at his touch. His eyes remained glued to her chest as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure.
Katsuki’s eyes immediately flicked to her face. “Like this?”
She quickly nodded as his thumbs toyed with her nipples, first with gentle swipes back and forth, then with little circles that made her whole body sing.
“T-That’s, that’s nice…”
She quickly nodded as his thumbs toyed with her nipples, first with gentle swipes back and forth, then with little circles that made her whole body sing.
“T-That’s, that’s nice…”
Each breath came a little quicker, emboldening Katsuki to further his efforts. He experimentally pinched one of the tender pink buds between his fingers, while his other thumb continued to swipe across the opposite nipple.
Ochako’s head fell back with a gentle moan.
Ochako’s head fell back with a gentle moan.
“Like that, keep—/oh/!” The press of a warm tongue suddenly replaced his pinching fingers, mouth hot and wet over her sensitive nipple.
Ochako’s skin tingled as she panted through the sensation, each flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth sending warmth down to her pussy.
Ochako’s skin tingled as she panted through the sensation, each flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth sending warmth down to her pussy.
Her hands threaded through his hair as he lapped at her nipple, flicking it a few times with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips tight and sucking on the bud. Ochako whimpered and ground down against his cock, pulling a groan from his occupied mouth.
She wanted him between her legs, needed that mouth to go much, much lower. But how was she supposed to even ask that? Would he even want to?
With a loud /pop/, Katsuki released her swollen nipple in favor of pressing a soft kiss to the center of her sternum.
With a loud /pop/, Katsuki released her swollen nipple in favor of pressing a soft kiss to the center of her sternum.
When she glanced down to meet his gaze, she saw only the reflection of herself deep in his pupils, the red of his irises barely perceptible ring.
“More,” he mumbled against her skin. “Show me more, please.”
“More,” he mumbled against her skin. “Show me more, please.”
Ochako would have rather cut off her left foot before denying Katsuki that request. She nodded and rolled off his hips, shimmying out of her sweatpants.
“Take off your clothes,” she said with a flick of her chin.
“Take off your clothes,” she said with a flick of her chin.
Katsuki immediately obeyed, eagerly pulling his shirt off over his head and moving to remove his pants.
Ochako found herself sitting back on her forearms, her bent knees now the only barrier from being fully exposed to him.
Ochako found herself sitting back on her forearms, her bent knees now the only barrier from being fully exposed to him.
Her stomach churned in a cocktail of giddy anticipation and nerve-wracking dread. The only thing that served to distract her from her own body was the fact that Katsuki was now completely naked on her bed.
She’d been sent a handful of dick pics from strangers in the past, and had seen her fair share of NSFW content over her years on the internet.
But seeing Katsuki fully naked in front of her now was a different story, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away from him or his cock.
But seeing Katsuki fully naked in front of her now was a different story, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away from him or his cock.
It was bigger than she’d expected it to be, longer and flushed around the dewy tip. She felt herself clench around nothing as she stared at him in awe, and it was the sight of his cock paired with his hungry gaze that urged her to open her legs.
Katsuki sat on his knees, hands glued to his thighs as he watched her legs spread apart. His dick actually twitched at the sight, his fingers curling into his own flesh to restrain himself.
“Oh, fuck…” He whispered. “You’re perfect.”
“Oh, fuck…” He whispered. “You’re perfect.”
Ochako bit her lip and shivered. The praise made her whole body ignite from the inside out.
“I can show you…what I do when I’m recording. If you want.”
“Yes.” Katsuki nodded, gaze trained on her spread legs. “/Fuck/ yes, please, do that.”
“I can show you…what I do when I’m recording. If you want.”
“Yes.” Katsuki nodded, gaze trained on her spread legs. “/Fuck/ yes, please, do that.”
With her eyes towards the ceiling, Ochako took a deep breath and curled one of her hands in her sheets as her other hand slithered its way between her legs. The second her fingers met the outside of her pussy, she shivered and reflexively shifted into the touch.
She was ridiculously wet, and more sensitive than usual. Her fingers carefully ghosted over her seam, before she spread her lips open to expose her clit to the chill of open air.
“Ha-ahh…” She sighed as she began to gently rub circles over her swollen clit.
“Ha-ahh…” She sighed as she began to gently rub circles over her swollen clit.
Her eyes fell closed as the sounds of her slick mingled with her heady moans, hips shivering and toes curling as she worked herself in the way she’d memorized over the years.
With each careful ministration, Ochako found herself growing more bold and comfortable, body seeking out nothing more than the ecstasy of release. She worked her clit and rolled it between her fingers, her free hand now instinctually clutching her breast and pinching her nipple.
“Katsuki,” she panted, “please—“
When she opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of him, the sight almost sent her over the edge. Katsuki was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, a rosy flush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears as he indulgently stroked himself.
When she opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of him, the sight almost sent her over the edge. Katsuki was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, a rosy flush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears as he indulgently stroked himself.
At her beck and call, he leaned forward, lower lip caught between his teeth. “What do you need?”
“Please,” Ochako whimpered, trying to stop herself from cumming right then and there. “T-Touch me, touch me, Katsuki.”
“Please,” Ochako whimpered, trying to stop herself from cumming right then and there. “T-Touch me, touch me, Katsuki.”
Without skipping a beat, Katsuki immediately lunged forward, practically falling on Ochako as he dipped into a bruising kiss. The head of his cock gently brushed against her soaked pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to bottle this moment and live inside it forever.
He planted several pecks along her jaw and neck, and each kiss brought him further down the length of her trembling body. He pressed his lips against the soft skin of her belly, mouth eagerly trailing lower and lower until she could feel the warmth of his breath over her sex.
Ochako glanced down just in time to meet Katsuki’s fervent gaze, before he closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss over her clit.
“F-Fuck-!” She squeezed her eyes shut and curled her hips up to meet his mouth, trembling at the feel of his tongue.
“F-Fuck-!” She squeezed her eyes shut and curled her hips up to meet his mouth, trembling at the feel of his tongue.
He pulled away just enough to lick a wet strip over her seam, before returning to swirl his ardent tongue around her clit.
Ochako moaned and shivered against Katsuki’s busy mouth. She threaded her hands into his hair for purchase as he worshiped her pussy with his tongue.
Ochako moaned and shivered against Katsuki’s busy mouth. She threaded her hands into his hair for purchase as he worshiped her pussy with his tongue.
After a particularly sinful flick of his tongue, Ochako nearly choked on her own spit, gasping as Katsuki pulled away.
“Too much?”
“Not at all,” Ochako sighed, shaking her head and collecting herself. “‘m just s-sensitive, feels so good.”
“Too much?”
“Not at all,” Ochako sighed, shaking her head and collecting herself. “‘m just s-sensitive, feels so good.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You taste incredible.” Katsuki dove back in and wrapped his lips around her clit, the vibrations of his hungry groans rattling her from the inside out.
“Ohh, t-that’s…keep going, just like that…/yes/…”
“Ohh, t-that’s…keep going, just like that…/yes/…”
The pitch of her voice suddenly began to rise, which only served to egg Katsuki on even more. He was lost in the taste of her, his tongue eagerly flicking over the sweet nub of her sensitive clit.
Ochako’s stomach tensed and her nerves began to sing as she approached the edge.
Ochako’s stomach tensed and her nerves began to sing as she approached the edge.
“K-Katsuki, ‘m gonna cum…”
She felt him hum against her pussy but didn’t let up his impassioned ministrations. His hands gripped the flesh of her thighs as she started to squirm.
She felt him hum against her pussy but didn’t let up his impassioned ministrations. His hands gripped the flesh of her thighs as she started to squirm.
“That’s it, t-that’s, oh my God, Katsuki, K-Katsuki—!”
Like a lightening strike, a violent shudder wracked Ochako’s body. She jolted forward and curled in on herself, her orgasm flooding her senses with intense, blinding pleasure unlike any orgasm she'd had before.
Like a lightening strike, a violent shudder wracked Ochako’s body. She jolted forward and curled in on herself, her orgasm flooding her senses with intense, blinding pleasure unlike any orgasm she'd had before.
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