Thread by @gardeng0blin

Wrong Recipient
(i may have gone a little overboard 🥴)
nsfw #kacchako
✨aged-up
✨nudes
✨dry-humping & fingering/hand job

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“Oh, I fucked up,” Ochako whispered to herself in dread, staring at her phone in complete horror.

https://twitter.com/KacchakoPrompts/status/1499432606504394755

She’d had this phone for all of three days—a generous hand-me-down from Mina because it was four years old and its screen was cracked along the bottom—and she’d already managed to fuck up extraordinarily.

She had only wanted to prove a point. A stupid, childish point of /pride/, but still, one she wanted to prove. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so important to her, though. Not anymore.

chako chip🍪 (11:57pm): MINA I FUCKED UP

pink lady🌸 (11:57pm): what u do
pink lady🌸 (11:57pm): 👀

chako chip🍪 (11:58pm): remember that convo we had about my ✨experience✨

How to explain?

If she didn’t send something quickly, Mina would bust down her door, regardless of the time, but there was no quick, easy way to explain how she had been mustering the strength for the last three hours to stand in front of her mirror+

+ topless, working her angles and feeling like a complete buffoon, taking picture after picture on an endless loop, until she finally decided to say, fuck it! Her friends wouldn’t care if she had a little roll in her tummy!

They wouldn’t care if she was pigeon-toed, or if her socks didn’t match! They wouldn’t care that her left boob was noticeably larger than the right!

This wasn’t about looking perfect, or even good. It was about /proving a point/.

So, she opened her messages, attached the photo, and sent it away into the universe.

And then she saw the name at the top of the screen and her soul also whooshed away into the unknown universe.

She was halfway into typing /“do u remember how i told u not to put bakugou’s number in my contacts?”/ when a banging on her door startled her into launching the phone across the room.

“Cheeks!” a voice filtered in—an angry voice, for once, reasonably angry.

“Cheeks, I fuckin’ know you’re in there. Let me in.”

Well, that was the absolute last thing she wanted to do.

“Open the damn door before I blow it off its hinges.”

Scratch that, dealing with the whole floor of students in the aftermath of an unsolicited-nude-induced rampage was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Heeeyyyy, Bakugou,” she greeted in what she hoped was a casual, nonchalant way.

“You still got your tits out!” he pointed out angrily. If she wasn’t too busy dying of mortification, she probably would have taken the time to comment on how pink his cheeks were.

“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, shoving her away from the door before letting himself in.

“I didn’t agree to this!” she squeaked, covering herself with her arms as she grabbed for her ratty old sleep shirt.

“And I didn’t agree to this,” he said pointedly, holding up his phone with the photo in question on display.

Did he really have to have his brightness all the way up?

She smacked his hand down with an offended gasp.

“Don’t—I didn’t do it /on purpose!/” she whispered furiously. “That wasn’t meant for /you!/”

She wished for a couple of those things at that moment. The first being that she had never taken that stupid, godforsaken picture in the first place+

+ but the second thing she wished for, was that she hadn’t been too busy wishing away her existence to notice the dejection in Bakugou’s posture.

It made way for his regular anger in a split second.

“Who the fuck was it for, then?” he demanded. Ochako felt herself clam up.

No way was she admitting to him that she had meant to send it to the girls’ group chat to show them that she could be sexy, spontaneous and fun.

“Oi! /Who the hell was this for?/” he asked again, once again raising his phone to show her the proof of her crime.

“Deku?” he asked, practically foaming at the mouth.

“What?! No way!” she cried.

“Shitty Hair? Half and Half?” he continued. She shook her head, feeling her face heat unbearably. “What fuckin’ extra has you whippin’ your tits out on a Thursday night?”

“D-don’t say it like that!”

“Say it like what?! That’s how it fuckin’ is!” he roared.

She shushed him desperately.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide. “Is it that stabby bitch?”

“/Himiko?/” Ochako whispered in horror.

“You…do you think she would want that…?” Ochako had never considered this, but now that Bakugou had planted it in her head, it was hard to not.

“Oi, Cheeks!” he snapped. “Fuckin’ focus, would you?”

“Right. Right. Okay,” she mumbled. “Um.”

“/Why the hell did you send me a titty pic?/” Bakugou asked, putting the picture in her face yet again.

“One more time, and I’m sending that thing into the stratosphere!” she warned with flushed cheeks.

“I’m just reminding you why I’m here,” he seethed. “Interrupting my goddamn schedule.”

“Well, I didn’t tell you to storm over here!”

“What the fuck else was I gonna do?! You sent me a picture of your tits!”

“Stop shouting about my tits!”

“Well, they’re all I can fuckin’ think about, Round Face!”

Silence rang out like a gunshot. Bakugou was panting with rage, and Ochako was feeling quite lightheaded herself, probably a result of all her blood rushing to her cheeks.

“Oh,” she mumbled.

She wouldn’t deny that she’d never thought about Bakugou in that way—she wasn’t /blind/. He was attractive. Muscly and tall, strong and smart, and, yeah, he could be an asshole, but she really admired his drive.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ extra out here who deserves to see that picture, Cheeks,” he grumbled. “If /I/ don’t deserve to see it, they sure as shit don’t.”

“I-It wasn’t for anyone. It was for me. It was—” Ochako sighed in frustration. “I’m not a delicate flower!” she burst.

“I’m not so innocent, and sweet, and-and-and—and un-sexy!”

“Trust me, Cheeks, no one thinks you’re un-sexy,” Bakugou said with an infuriating smirk.

“You’re just saying that ‘cuz I sent you a titty pic,” she grumbled.

“Best titty pic I’ve ever seen,” he said with a shrug.

“Coulda put matching socks on, though.”

Maybe she would send him into deep space to chill with her soul. “Down, girl. I’m just sayin’, maybe the person you’re tryna convince is you.”

She glared at him as he leaned well into her personal space before flicking her forehead.

“You are annoyingly insightful.”

“I’m a fuckin’ god among men, Cheeks. And if I say you’re sexy, you better fuckin’ believe it.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest (and maybe making her ogle him just a little bit). “But, hey, I guess the proof’s in the pudding.”

“The pudding?” she repeated, mildly grossed out.

“If you think you’re too innocent, then /do something./”

She knew he was goading her. He hadn’t come to her room, wielding her unintentionally sent nude just to boost her confidence before crawling back into his hole. He was aiming for this, but for some reason, she didn’t find it off-putting.

She was tempted to take him up on it. More than tempted. She was /excited/.

“Do what, exactly?” she asked, taking just one itty-bitty step towards him.

Thank god that Bakugou was easily the least subtle creature on the planet. It took him all of half a second to put his hands on her waist and pull her the rest of the way toward him, her chest brushing against his.

Was she breathing heavier than normal? It kind of felt that way, with how every breath of hers had her nipples grazing against him, sending little shocks of pleasure through her.

“Mm, we should start with getting rid of this garbage,” he said, plucking at her shirt in distaste.

“It’s comfortable,” she objected as she toyed with the hem. She was excited, yes. Very. But that didn’t make it any less weird to /strip/ for /Bakugou/.

“Shit, I’ll show you comfortable,” he grumbled.

She didn’t have a chance to question that before his lips were on hers.

Bakugou was a surprisingly gentle kisser considering how rough he was in every other aspect of life. She felt dizzy with his lips on hers, his tongue softly sweeping across her bottom lip, and the rough calluses of his fingers brushing against her waist under her shirt.

She gasped as she felt her shirt inch higher, and Bakugou took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening this kiss. She clung to the front of his tank top, feeling the heat of his body beneath this thin fabric and losing herself in the sensations of him.

And then her shirt was over her head, tossed somewhere in her room to be dealt with at a later, less sexually charged time.

“Fuck, they’re even better in person,” he groaned, shamelessly bringing a hand to her chest to palm at one of her breasts.

She noticed he gravitated toward the left breast, but resisted the urge to ask him if it was because he noticed that it was larger than the right one.

Then, he was trailing searing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, and all of her questions promptly flew out of her ass.

She didn’t care if he preferred one breast over the other, so long as he kept doing /that/ to her nipple. Each tiny pinch made her gasp, and had a heat pooling low in her belly.

“B-Bakugou,” she said as his mouth continued to trail kisses lower until he reached her clavicle.

“Tch.” His eyes flashed with annoyance before she was flying through the air and landing hard atop her mattress, bouncing with an undignified squeak. “Katsuki,” he grunted as he climbed over her.

“Huh?”

He ducked his head, his ashy hair falling over those intense red eyes, making him look far more seductive than she thought was fair as he smirked at her.

“Call me Katsuki.”

And then his mouth was on her breast+

+sucking as much of her in as he could, his tongue sweeping broad circles over her nipple. Ochako gasped, her hands moving of their own accord to tangle in his hair, gripping tight until he was moaning around her.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbled in disbelief.

He groaned, sucking hard until she was gasping, before meeting her eyes as he pulled off with a wet pop. “These deserve to be worshipped,” he said, moving over to her other breast to give it the attention he thought it warranted.

“And no one can do it like me,” he mumbled around a mouthful of her breast, hitting her with a smirk, her nipple between his teeth.

She whined, an uncomfortable wetness pooling between her legs as she watched him. He was uncharacteristically patient+

+with how he painstakingly put his mouth on every inch of her, leaving little red marks everywhere he went.

“Katsuki,” she sighed, wanting more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his face buried between her tits. “You sound so fuckin’ good saying my name.”

A thrill of pleasure shot through her. “Katsuki,” she said again, more confidently. “I want…I want…”

What did she want? He was staring at her, a knowing smile on his face, but he just looked so obscenely happy with his chin propped up between her breasts+

+that she lost her train of thought. Thankfully, Katsuki was not nearly as easily distracted.

He crawled over her until his face was level with hers, kissing her until she was lightheaded and melting into him.

She wasn’t sure what deity fucked up when they created him, but he was too powerful. She could hardly think straight with his hands on her, and his body heat enveloping her, and his soft lips snapping so sweetly with hers.

“What d’you want, Ochako?”

He pulled his lips just out of reach, making her whimper. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

When she didn’t immediately respond, his hands slid down to her hips, tilting them as he rolled his pelvis into hers.

She moaned softly at the feeling of his erection pressing against her. Through his sweatpants and her thin shorts, she could feel how hot it was.

“Touch me,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, my god, I am so wet, please touch me,” she whined, arching up into him.

She felt him freeze.

“What?” she asked.

“You can’t just say that shit to me, fuck,” he groaned, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and biting harshly into her bottom lip. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, y’know? Fuckin’ made for me.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

“/Oh,/” she moaned as he rolled his hips against hers again. “More—more of that, please.”

“Yeah?” he said, rocking against her slowly. “Do I make you feel good, baby?”

“So good, Katsuki,” she moaned. “Your cock feels so big.”

“Fuck, yeah, it does!” he groaned, smiling against her lips as he pushed against her faster.

If she’d known complimenting him would get him to give her whatever she needed, she would have told him this shit ages ago.

“I wanna feel it,” she sighed, sliding a hand down his torso, moaning softly as she felt the hard ridges of his body. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” she complained.

“Shit, say less, Cheeks,” he said with a smirk.

He rose up above her until he was kneeling between her legs, grinning down as he tossed his shirt aside. Ochako’s mouth went dry as she looked at him; broad shoulders and chest, rippling, thick muscles, and that annoying, smug grin.

“God, you’re so hot,” she breathed out.

It took a second for her brain to catch up with her mouth, but then she was lit up, from her forehead to her chest, and Katsuki was laughing at her.

No, not at her. With her.

She felt herself giggle with him, her heart warming when she saw the pink tint on his cheeks.

His confidence was well-earned, but maybe it wasn’t as unshakeable as he liked everyone to think.

She sat up and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, letting her legs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer to her.

She sprinkled kisses wherever she could reach, letting her hands roam and appreciate him, across his chest, down his abdomen, and to the waistband of his pants.

Now or never.

“/Fuck,/” Kastuki gasped as her hand found his erection, palming at him through his pants, feeling just how much he was working with. She moaned against his heated skin as she gripped him, her hand squeezing around him in a pulsing rhythm. “Fuckin’ magic hands,” he groaned.

Ochako hummed happily, tilting her chin up to offer him another kiss, open-mouthed and desperate, as she lowered herself back onto the bed, Katsuki settling heavily on top of her.

As nice as it was to feel him over his pants, she wanted more, still.

“Can I…?” she trailed off, chewing on her lip and letting her fingertips play at his waistband, dipping under it shyly.

Katsuki blinked down at her.

Then, his hand was on hers, shoving it into his pants until she could feel how hot and hard he was without any obstruction.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Katsuki groaned. “Gonna bust so fuckin’ fast. S’embarrassing,” he gritted out, his hips bucking as her hand encircled his cock with a firm grip.

Ochako felt a thrill of excitement at the idea of making him cum.

Determined to ruin him, she yanked her hand from his pants, ignoring the disappointed grunt he made in favour of licking a thick, messy stripe down the centre of her hand, locking her eyes with his as she returned it, covered in her spit, to his cock.

“/Fuuuuuuck,/” he moaned softly, his head dropped to her shoulder. “Who the fuck taught you to look like that? S’not fair.”

“Maybe you just bring it out in me,” she suggested, feeling giddy when she saw the possessive look in his eye.

“Hell yeah, baby. Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll never think of anyone but me, ever again,” he vowed, reinvigorated with a purpose as he sucked at a sensitive spot on her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp and arch into him.

“You want that?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said breathlessly. “Touch me, Katsuki. Please,” she implored with a pout and wide eyes, inwardly celebrating at the frantic look that passed over his face.

Katsuki wasted no time, sliding his palm against her core and pressing down on her through her shorts until+

+she was whining and bucking off the mattress, desperately trying to get more friction.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he groaned. “I can feel you through your shorts.”

“You should feel how wet I am /under/ the shorts,” she suggested.

She cried out indignantly as he ripped himself away from her, leaving her cold on the bed, but he didn’t leave her for long. She barely had time to blink before he’d kicked his pants off, and just as quickly, he was back on the bed, shimmying her shorts off.

“Tch, even your pussy’s fuckin’ adorable.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she grumbled.

“Not bad as long as I’m the only one who gets to play with it,” he said, an edge of warning in his voice as he slotted his body back over hers.

“Prove you deserve it,” she said, unable to keep her cheeky grin down as he rose to the challenge.

His fingers slid between her lips, rough fingertips gliding over her slit, teasing her with feather-light touches.

He stroked her from the top of her slit, down to her entrance, driving her mad until she was whimpering for him.

It was electric, the way he took charge and demanded response from her body, but there was something so satisfying about making him lose his mind for her.

He grimaced and inhaled sharply when she took hold of his cock again. She swept her thumb over his tip, gathering the bit of pre-cum that trickled out and spreading it around his head, all while keeping her eyes locked on his.

The two of them writhed, their bodies pressed together, sweaty and hot, lips meeting in messy kisses, and their foreheads leaned together while they panted into one another.

“More, Katsuki,” she gasped, flexing her hips against his hand. “Please, please, please—make me cum."

He bit into her bottom lip, snarling quietly as he slowly pressed a finger inside her. She moaned as she felt herself stretch around him.

“So fuckin’ good, baby. So wet and tight for me,” he moaned, crooking his finger inside her while his thumb tapped on her clit.

Ochako’s vision started to blur.

“Just for you,” she mumbled, pulling him into another kiss as he pushed a second finger into her. She moaned, a long, throaty noise that had Katsuki quickening his pace. “I-I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Say my name when you cum for me,” he ordered gruffly, thrusting his fingers into her, curling them up against the walls of her pussy until she was crying out for him, and writhing beneath him. “So fuckin’ pretty when you cum. Fuck, Ochako, I’m so close.”

She was totally blissed out, but the competitive part of her wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.

So, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and pulled him in until his body was flush with hers. She moaned at the feeling of his cock weighing heavily+

+on her stomach, but Katsuki seemed oblivious as to what she was about to do. It felt good to catch him off-guard.

“/Fuck!/” he grunted when she rolled her hips beneath him, his cock sliding between her slick lips, getting coated in her juices. “You little fuckin’ minx.”

She hummed in agreement, drawing him in for another kiss as they rubbed their sexes together, both of them falling away to the pleasure.

“You feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t wait to fuck you one day,” he groaned, thrusting against her, the ridge of his cock flicking over her clit+

+driving her to another climax. She shuddered, thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by him.

“Split you open on this fat cock. Gonna make you scream for me, baby. Make you feel so good—/so fuckin’ good./”

Ochako could only moan in response. Katsuki was in his own world, rambling about every filthy thing he wanted to do to her, and between that and the feeling between her legs, she felt like she was floating, without the nausea.

He hooked her knees into his elbows, bending her+

+nearly clean in half as he rutted against her, his pace growing frantic. She could almost feel how full she would be if he fucked her in this position.

“/Oh, god, Katsuki,/” she moaned thickly as he pressed onto her, her legs bending further as he kissed her between her knees.

“Cum on me,” she begged. “Cum all over me.”

With a strangled moan, Katsuki’s hips bucked and his pace fell apart into a desperate stuttering. Ochako’s legs were shaking from her own orgasm as he dropped them and spilled onto her, his cum shooting out in ropes+

+onto her stomach and then trickling over her mound and between her lips.

Katsuki shivered on top of her as he came down, moaning softly as she held him close, pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“That was fuckin’ insane,” he croaked. “You’re somethin’ else, Cheeks.”

Ochako felt herself flush with pleasure.

“Thanks. Not exactly the evening I had in mind, but,” she paused, trying to push past her embarrassment. She had cum. Twice. For Bakugou. He had cum /on her/. She could do this. “I liked it,” she admitted. “I liked doing that with you.”

She was almost scared to look at him, but when she did, she found him grinning unabashedly, rolling off of her to lay at her side.

“Course you did. I’m amazing.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight her smile.

“I don’t know that I’ll be sending any more titty pictures any time soon, though.”

“You mean, not to anyone but me,” he said.

“Uh—no, I meant—”

“Because that would be you, slipping back into your prudish ways. And if that’s the case, then what the fuck was the point of this?”

He was baiting her again. She knew it. She recognized it, and yet she still felt herself getting riled up by it.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?!”

Katsuki grinned. “If you really wanna drive a point home, I’ve got an idea.”

She stared at him, at the devious expression on his face that was both terrifying and hot in equal measure.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I already don’t like it,” she decided.

“That’s not what you said about my last idea.”

Before she could reconsider, she gave him a quick nod in agreement, instantly regretting her newfound bravado when Katsuki’s phone reappeared for the umpteenth time that night, this time, with the camera pointed her way.

With a wicked smirk and way too much self-satisfaction, he reached his hand out to squeeze at her breast before the flash went off.

“There. No one will ever doubt how deflowered you are now,” he said with a wide grin.

Ochako sighed and sunk into her pillows, allowing Katsuki to pull her in and nuzzle her. Maybe he was right, and this was just about her. After all was said and done, the last thing on her mind was what other people were thinking.

But, then, the odd thing was that she didn’t feel all that different. She felt comfortable.

“Now, about that titty pic,” he rumbled in her ear, his words slurring with sleepiness. “What I gotta do to get more of those? That shit was hot.”

"/Goodnight, Katsuki./"

"'Night."