Thread by @nootnoot345

I've had an annoying morning and just wanted to write some smut.
#kacchako NSFW
tags: office handjob, drunk sex, light choking, bakugou in his feels, uraraka hesitant with the feels.
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Bakugou's deep concentration is broken when his door swings open and slams shut.

He hears the soft click of his lock.
"Uraraka?" He looks up at the obviously annoyed looking woman and raises an eyebrow.
He doesn't actually have to say anything. He knows what's happening. It's the same thing that happens multiple times a week since the Hero Gala months ago.

It's his own personal cycle of heaven and hell.
"I've had a shit day." She huffs and marches toward him, hips swaying in the way she knows makes him white knuckle his chair.
"Yeah? Gonna tell me about it?" He feels breathless and off-kilter.

She hums and leans against his desk.
He pushes his chair back slightly so she can wedge herself between them.
"You know how I've been meetin' with PR to revamp my image?" Seemingly, with no regard for her words, her hands move to the button of his pants.

With a flick of her deft fingers, she's undone them and the zipper while tapping his thigh, urging him to spread his legs.
He obeys and she easily plops herself on his thigh, where she's come to belong.

One hand on his shoulder steadies herself and the other reaches for his cock, which is already throbbing in anticipation.

"Well, they told me, and I quote," She males eye contact with him as she palms him over his boxer briefs, "'It's just not the right time for the agency to rebrand you, Uravity. You're best suited as the soft, family friendly, rescue hero.'"

Bakugou's scoff turns into a hiss as her hand digs under the waistband of his underwear and the gentle touches of her rough fingerpads rove over him.
"They can go fuck themselves." He growls and grabs onto her, hand digging into her waist over her hero suit.

She tilts her head and gives him a soft smile, the kind that crinkle the edges of her eyes and scrunch up her nose.
A totally different look from what's going on below his belt as she pushes down his underwear to spring his cock free.

"Exactly." She nods and wiggles her ass to get herself more comfortable on his leg.
He gulps as he takes in the familiar curve of her body against his.

"I told them that I've done my time selling myself short. Those are all just part of one side of me. I wanna take on bigger cases, I wanna get a new colour in my suit— purple?—and I wanna stop havin' to be nice to the interviewers who keep askin' me how much weight I've gained."

She pauses for a moment to lick her palm and gather up her saliva before bringing her hand back down to his shaft. Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing his head with his leaking precum as she gives him a firm stroke.

"Yeah." Bakugou lets out a stuttering breath, eyes fluttering shut. "Yeah, fuck, I wanna see you kick their asses."
The hand on his shoulder moves to the back of his neck, lightly tracing the scar behind his ear from a close call a few years ago.

His whole body shudders under her touch.
Only he knows that she's anything but soft, so the little moments where she treats him like this—touches him with such tenderness like he's the one the world underestimates—mean everything to him.

He subconsciously lets out a rumbling noise from deep within his chest.
"And I want you see me kick their asses too." Her voice drops low as her fingernails dig harder into his short hair.

"/Shit/ yeah, want me to help? I will. Anything." Each word comes out broken as she twists her wrist and tightens her grip around his dick.
The soft spots of her palm contrast with the callouses she's built up from years of close combat.

Her fingertips are rough in a completely different way and feel like they mold around his cock with every press into him.
"Mmm, you're already doin' so much and so well for me, baby."

She lets out a light and airy chuckle and Bakugou's head drops to her shoulder as he holds her tight against his chest.
Bakugou purses his lips and tries to breathe at a regular pace through his nose, but his senses are completely filled by her.

His hand clutches the stretchy material of her suit and his forehead sweats onto the sweater she wears around the office. The only part of her skin he's actually touching is whatever she allowed of her hands.

Still, he can feel her chest rise and fall, he can hear her soft voice blanket him, he has the warmth of her breath against the top of his head, and he feels secure with her weight on his leg.

It's not exactly how he'd envisioned their "relationship" after a drunken fuck at the Hero Gala. Bakugou had jumped into the top 10 and Uraraka was awarded rescue hero of the year when the two of them decided to celebrate.

He found himself being led to the dingy bathroom by her, mesmerized by the deep glint of determination in his eyes, this time, directed at him in a completely new way.
It was that sweet smile before she dragged him down for a fierce kiss that really sealed the deal for him.

The next thing he knew, she'd used her quirk on herself and he was holding her up by her neck, fucking her into the wall. His thumb grazed her pulse point as they came together, and he couldn't tell apart the thrum of his own heart from the erratic beats of her own.

He wasn't the most forthcoming, but when they parted that night after the touches, the laughs, the sighs, and the moans, he was sure that Uraraka had picked up at least a few clues to what he wanted.
So, seeing her act like nothing had happened the day after made him crack.

It wasn't until a few days passed by, him brooding and setting off more explosions than ever and her giving him that damn smile and teasing him, did he understand that maybe he wasn't the only one who pushed away their feelings.

She'd locked his door and sauntered over to him, putting a hand on his chest and telling him about her day. The other hand worked swiftly to free him from his pants, and with her silky, breathy praise, he came in her hands.

Then, the cycle repeated itself. They'd be coworkers and partners on the field, and something else entirely behind closed doors.
All done without extraneous exchanges of words.
He wanted to be done taking whatever few scraps she threw his way. He wanted the full meal.

Uraraka's hand slides over the velvety skin of his shaft as she leans in closer toward him. She tugs at the top of his head to make him look at her.
"Come on, baby, be a good boy for me." Her honeyed eyes are deceptively sweet, and Bakugou knows this all too well.

He practically whimpers as her wrist turns and the joint of her thumb presses on the thin skin at base of his cock.
She leans in to pepper just the lightest of kisses at the edge of his lips and he pants, turning his face, hoping for more.

She giggles and obliges just for a moment, running her tongue over his bottom lip.
"Make my day a little better, Katsuki." She holds his gaze, tilting her head.

His free hand weaves through her hair, gripping and pulling tight while he lets out a grunt, letting his jaw hang loose and cum spurting into her hand for maybe the hundredth time.

The hand that was just in his hair is now holding up shirt, saving it from getting stained by his own self and she's humming in content, milking every last drop from him.
He catches his breath with the last pump she gives him, but his grip on her doesn't loosen.

"Dinner." He pants. "Come to dinner with me. I'll make your night better too." Maybe it's the small amount of vulnerability he's let himself show around her, but it feels like he's begging, pleading, for her to treat his heart like she does his dick.

She blinks up at him for a few moments before giving him a slow nod and shy smile. "Maybe we should clean up first?" She raises her palm, cupping most of his cum.

He chuckles loud enough to alert the heroes in the office next to his as he reaches for the napkins in his drawer.
He'll make sure to show her what a real mess is like tonight.

END 😌