Thread by @CVenom_Tai

Anyone up for some midnight munchies? 😉😉 some of you pushed me during the day and well...😈

So here's some sexy spice for y'all.

NSFW #kacchako 🔞

CW: Pussy eating, clit rubbing, slight edging, vaginal sex, rough desk sex, light choking

For all of you, my whores and goddesses 😘😘 @EoHasCats @PantherLillie @hanahaki_yume @FloatyExplodey @nootnoot345

“B-Bakugou, I-I…fuh…I-I’m supposed to be w-w-working…”

“Hah?! Who tha fuck is that?! Couldn’t be me.”

“B- Oh, fuck! Yes r-right there!”

“Nope.”

Ochako pushed herself up on her elbows,

a spray of crimson across her cheeks and her mouth open with wild pants as she stared at the blond between her legs. Bakugou’s calloused hands ran up her exposed thighs, a sly smirk across tantalizing lips before he turned his head to nip at her skin. She whimpered.

She didn’t know how the fuck this happened. Ochako had found herself with him at a bar, commiserating briefly over another relationship that ended up not working out. She guessed this was what it meant to date a “civilian” (his verbiage)

who didn’t understand that dating a pro hero would come with missed calls, canceled dates and very scarce quality time. And it wasn’t like she didn’t /try/. Like her heroism, she took all her past partners seriously…they just never saw it that way.

Bakugou had laughed at her,

proclaimed proudly that this was why he avoided relationships to begin with (because oh, his volatile behavior attributed NOTHING to the fact that no one was throwing panties at him before), and kept on drinking. She did too after a while.

They had spent the night just drinking and talking…drinking and talking…

Until they were no longer drinking and she was fumbling to unclasp the belt on his hero costume while he fought the urge to rip open her black bodysuit at the crotch.

Yes, her first sexual encounter with Bakugou Katsuki had been in a dirty bathroom stall in a piece of shit bar, and it had been the BEST SEX OF HER LIFE. He had taken her home where they fucked in his bedroom,

then the bathroom and once more in the early morning before she went home. The next day he had called her with the proposed idea to keep seeing each other casually and well, here she was.

Naked on her desk.

Legs spread wide open.

With this motherfucker looking smug between them.

Ochako swallowed before she released an annoyed sigh. “Hey!”

“Told ya not to call me that, Cheeks.” he rumbled before he continued kissing her thigh and everywhere BUT where she needed him to be.

She should be more annoyed with him— she SHOULD be…but goddamn if he didn’t look so good between her thighs, the bites of his teeth making her legs twitch before his scarlet eyes found hers. “Unless you really want me to stop.”

“Isn’t it a little weird that you /insist/ that I call you by your first name?” she raised a brow and couldn’t help the smirk that also started to play on her plump lips. It was true. Upon the third or fourth tryst they had,

he had demanded she call him by his name— and the results she gained were astronomical. She didn’t know she could cum that intensely until he had thrown her legs over his shoulders upon hearing his name,

and fucked her so hard that they broke her bed cleanly in half(though he had gladly replaced it with a much bigger bed so it wasn’t necessarily a loss). Even so. “Isn’t that a bit /too/ personal for our arrangement?”

Because it was. To call him by his first name spoke of an intimacy between them that was virtually non-existent. They had sex, sure— but that was it. So what if she said Bakugou instead of Katsuki? He was still the same person!

They knew what this was…

The blond in front of her simply narrowed his eyes at her accusation. “Don’t question my shit.”

Ochako gave a small laugh. “I’m just sayin-”

“Do you want me to eat you out or not?” he huffed and ran his hand through his hair,

the notion pushing his mask further back on his head that it looks like a black headband. It was cute.

Fuck.

It was NOT cute.

Ochako sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do.”

Bakugou raised his brow expectantly. Oh my /God/.

So fucking dramatic.

“Yes, I do, /Katsuki/.” she purred in a sexy tone, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. She ended up pushing the mask completely off his head and brought it towards her face. She put it on and looked at him through the eye holes with a smirk.

“How do I look?”

She watched his eyes dilate.

“Do NOT take that off,” he growled deeply, making her giggle before her head hit her desk and she gasped the moment she felt his tongue swirl eagerly against her clit and pull at it in hungry suctions.

This was what she’d been waiting for since she got his text earlier in the day. Ochako’s mouth fell open in long, passionate moans, her hips bucking up to meet his greedy mouth, her hand fisting into his spiky hair when he shook his head vigorously from side to side.

The first time he ate her out, they were supposed to be on patrol. Instead, she was laid out on the concrete of a rooftop, screaming his name until her throat ran dry. It had been glorious.

Ochako whined as he lapped hungrily at her folds, those damned garnet eyes looking up to see her body submit to the pleasure he gave her. He memorized her body by now that he knew just how to stroke her with his tongue, his fingers,

and his juicy cock to get her to make all sorts of noises for him.

“Katsuki!!” she strained out, her back arching off the mahogany when he thrust his tongue in her tight little hole. “Fuck, yes!! Yes!!!”

The phone rang.

“Dun’answrit.” he mumbled against her mound before he brought his lips up to latch on her throbbing clit.

Ochako’s eyes looked up to see who it was on the caller ID.

“W-Wait-” she said and pushed his head back away from her. “I-It’s my mother!”

“So?!”

“So, she never calls,” she sat up abruptly and turned to get the phone before she regarded the annoyed look on Katsuki’s face. “Oh, come on!”

“You know what generation we live in? The one with VOICEMAIL!” he dragged her body forward with a yelp, spreading her legs even further.

“Call her back later.”

“I said wait!”

“I ignore my old hag all the time when she calls me,” he was talking to her but Ochako saw how his eyes stayed glued on her on slick, aching pussy. “Call. Her. Back.”

“Just give me like 5 minutes, tops!” she brought her hands together, pleading. “It won’t take long, please!”

“Tch.”

“PLEEEEASE!”

Katsuki rocked back on his heels, wiping his mouth before he crossed his arms. “5 fucking minutes.”

Ochako beamed.

“I fucking mean it too.” he was starting to pout now and she resisted the urge to laugh and make it worse. “Start talking.”

“Tch, chill out, /Bakugou/.” she said with an eye roll.

Ochako should have known by the /”are you serious?”/ look on his face and the way he tongued his bottom canines that she had made a HUGE mistake.

She answered the phone with an ahem. “H-Hi Mom!”

“Hi sweetheart! Is this a bad time?”

“No-No! It’s okay. I was uh…just finishing up!” she spared Katsuki a glance and found him glaring at her. She smiled and mouthed ‘Sorry’.

“I just wanted to let you know that your father and I got back from our vacation and we had a splendid time!” The joy in her mother’s voice made her heart happy. She made enough with the last few missions to send her parents to that trip to Hawaii they had always wanted.

It made her so glad to finally be able to do something good for them.

“Really? I’m so happy!”

“Guess who we ran into!”

There was a chippy tone to her mother’s voice that made her cautious.

“...who?” Ochako asked while adjusting Katsuki’s mask on her face.

“Miss Haru!!” she exclaimed with a giggle. “You remember Miss Haru, right?”

“Oh! Yes I do!” Miss Haru was a sweet old woman who used to babysit her when she was little along with her grandchildren. “Didn’t know she was there.”

“She was on vacation too and let me say,”

Her mother’s tone changed again to house a suggestive little tilt. “She showed me a picture of Asuma.”

“..........oh yeah?” Asuma was Miss Haru’s eldest grandson, only about a year or two older than Ochako.

“Let me tell you, that he’s grown into a /very/ handsome man,” she could hear her mother grinning. “A very /successful/ accountant who just happens to be single! Are you going to be available soon, I could set up a date?”

/“What?!”/

Ochako’s head snapped back to where Katsuki had stood abruptly from where he was sitting. She didn’t think the volume was that loud that he could hear it but apparently he did.

His hands were balled into fists at his sides and his eyes were piercing through her like he was trying to melt a hole through her skull. Why the hell was he so mad?! Was he really in a hurry to have sex?!

She ignored him and turned away.

Katsuki’s hand reached out and flipped her on her back, dragging her body towards him until her ass bottomed out on the edge. She let out a loud yelp.

“Oh! Honey, are you okay?” Her mother asked but Ochako wasn’t listening,

her eyes were focused on Katsuki as he stared down at her with hungry eyes. In a swift motion, he peeled the black tank top off his body and subjected her to the hell that was his perfect washboard abs and rippling pectorals. Fuck him for being /this/ sexy. Goddammit.

He licked his lips before he smirked.

“Times up, angelface…” he growled before his thumb found her clit and he began his assault with rapid-fire flicks that had her hand slapping over her mouth to keep from moaning.

“Ochako? Honey?”

“I-I-I’m here!” she said in a voice too shaky, too high, her eyes rolling at the sensations he was making her feel as he continued rubbing harsh circles on a swollen bud.

She tried batting his hand away but he smacked hers and brought his other hand down to unbutton his pants.

“Is everything alright?” Her mother questioned.

“A-A-Ah, yeah! I-I’m just…wow really? I didn’t t-think he, hah! Uh…remembered m-me…”

It was hard to focus, too hard when Katsuki was standing over her, in between her quivering thighs with his hand mercilessly working her over and over, his smug heavy-lidded gaze raking over her body.

His mouth was parted, eyes never leaving her face as he pulled his flushed hard cock free from its confines and let it thud wetly against her parted folds, dripping precum. Ochako’s face bloomed vermillion as she shook her head in a panic and mouthed. ‘No, wait.’

“Oh! Of course he remembers you!” Her mother giggled. “She called him on the phone and he sounded so excited when we started talking!”

“U-Uh-huh…” she whimpered, her legs starting to close before Katsuki put his palms to her knees and wrenched them open.

He rolled his hips forward, smirking as he watched his dick slide and coat itself with her juices.

“Accountant, huh?” he asked with a mocking tone, letting the head just start to probe his entrance. Ochako bit her lip and swallowed her moans. “You gonna /fuckin/ see ’im?”

“I-I-”

“Mm? Can’t talk, huh?” The impish grin painted across his face was sinister, his eyes wide and luminous like a neon sign. “Come on, tell me you’re gonna fuck ‘im…”

“Bakugou!” she whispered in a harsh tone while covering the mouth piece of the phone.

“...I heard he’s been making quite the name for himself! Even doing finance work for some top heroes in your field, honey! Oh, I know he’s going to be great for you!” Her mother kept on talking.

“Is he?” Katsuki asked darkly. His eyes told different stories, held a myriad of emotions she couldn’t hold onto in the wake of this burning desire. Before she could answer, he seized forward and claimed her in a snapping thrust that had her screaming.

“Ochako!!! H-Honey, what happened?!”

“I-I s-saw a sp-sp-sp-spider!” She was sputtering, her eyes wide and her mouth unhinged as Katsuki grabbed hold of her voluptuous hips and started to pound into her at a ruthless pace.

Her legs became liquid, her eyes crossing as a hand wrapped around his forearm, nails biting flesh. “B-B-Big sp-spider!!”

“Big fucking spider, am I?” He thrust in hard, and held his body still,

daring to flex his dick inside of her in a way that her back arching and she made a loud choking sound.

“Oh my heavens!”

“M-Mom, can I c-call you back, please?”

“No, /mom/…stay…” Katsuki said in a teasing tone, rolling his hips painfully against her before he pulled himself almost completely out of her and then slammed back in with a loud squelch. “Tell me more about this accountant you want me to /fuck/.”

“Hone-”

“MOM I HAVE TO GO!” Ochako bellowed before she slammed the phone back against the receiver and let the damn thing fall to the floor with a loud clatter. She growled as she reached up,

clamping her hands around Katsuki’s neck and bringing his lips down to hers in a harsh kiss as she lost herself to the magic of his hips. Her focus was gone, all senses conditioned to the sound of their skin slapping together and the creamy pull of his dick inside her cunt.

His control shattered with her then, groaning deep in her mouth and shoving his tongue down her throat as he pounded her pussy into the mahogany desk.

She was getting him back for this. She didn’t know how yet but she was GETTING HIM BACK FOR THIS!

“Fuck!!” Her face broke away from his and her head fell off the edge of the desk, her arms dangling on either side of her head, her world turned upside down as he continued to fuck her senseless.

Her body rolled on its own accord, her core squeezing his dick inside her so hard she wanted to hold him there forever. She pulled her head up to look at him, still dizzy from the blood rush and through her masked expression and groaned at the image he made in front of her.

His head was thrown back, his body gleaming with sweat, blond hair obscuring his face and his lips parted as he pumped into her like a man possessed. His pleasured expressions, his silent moans…it all looked severely pornographic.

He brought his face down in heavy pants and grunts that had her shuddering around him. She whimpered when he leaned over her.

“You look like a fuckin villain,” he groaned with a another grind that sent her keening against him. “Such a dirty girl.”

“P-Pleas-”

“You wanna fuck ‘im, don’t you?” He nudged against it, /there/, and she writhed under him to chase the sweet friction he elicited on her g-spot. Her hands scrambled for his hips but he batted them away. “Fuck that accountant fucker.”

“N-No…”

“Ah, ah, you do huh?” His body started moving slow, languid thrusts that had her hips lifting impatiently to get him to move and her hands moving to cup her own breasts and roll her nipples. She heard him intake a breath in a hiss.

His hands slapped either side of her body, igniting pops of explosions around her while his sanguine orbs stayed transfixed at the way she pleasured her body while his dick claimed her. "Wanna fuck /him/ instead of me?”

“No!”

“Then who do you want?”

“Y-You!” she stuttered, tugging at her buds so hard to the point of paint. Katsuki brought his chest down to hers, overwhelmed her with the heat of his body before he attacked her skin with bites and hard suctions.

Her arms went around him, her legs winding around his waist, heels pressed firmly against his ass for leverage as she bucked up hard enough to make them both gasp. “I want you!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

“Then say my name, baby.”

“Bak-” Her voice was cut off by his hand wrapping around her throat, his thumb pressed inward with enough pressure to make her choke before the motion of his body started to slow.

"You say /that/ name, I'm not gonna let you cum..." his eyes turned hard,

his smile growing at the way she thrashed against his stilling hips. He flexed his dick again and her eyes fluttered. She arched her neck in his hand. God, she /loved/ when he choked her.

She felt him squeeze his fingers around her throat. “You know /who/ you want.”

She did. She wanted him in more ways he’d never understand.

“Katsuki.”

He let her go and gathered her in his arms in a passionate kiss that sent them both rolling to the floor,

his mouth finding hers in a frenzy they couldn’t stop as he realigned himself against her and drove home.

“KATSUKI!” she wailed while tearing her mouth away, her body set ablaze as he buried his face in her neck and rocked into her so hard she saw white spots in her vision.

Pressure built at her navel, pulled inward as his dick dragged deliciously against her g-spot and she bucked in desperation to chase it. “Katsuki-”

“Ochako!, fuck! FUCK!” he was gasping, tongue swirling against her collarbone before he bit down hard,

smoking palms gripped tight at her hips as he kept on pumping, pushing until she couldn’t take it. Until her nails claimed his back in long red trails as she clamped down hard on his dick and surrendered to the force of a powerful orgasm.

“Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki,” she said nothing else but his name in a continual loop as her toes curled, and her body trembled violently in his arms as he kept thrusting. Katsuki pulled himself away to stare down at her, mesmerized by her wet flushed face, dry lips,

and the way they moved to create the syllables of his name.

"Katsuki, Katsuki, K-Kat-"

"FUCK!" his hips still inside of her, a long stuttering groan escaping his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut and emptied his soul inside of her. He collapsed on top, breathing hard.

Her arms went around him and pulled affectionately at the ends of his hair. Their hearts were beating hard and in tandem with the other. Her legs were still shaking when he shifted to hold himself up to see her face.

Ochako scoffed lightly and shook her head, before reaching up to pull his bangs out of his face. She sighed. "Katsuki."

They didn't need to say. It was all in the look they shared.

"Yeah..." he answered in an exhale before he gave her a shaky smirk. "Me."

She snorted. "Jackass."

The smirk on his face grew into a shit-eating grin. "A little late to be tellin me I'm not your type."

Ochako shoved him hard in the chest. He grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers before bringing her knuckles up to kiss them.

She felt her heart swell in her chest. "Are we really-"

"Yeah." he leaned his head down to kiss her lips. "We are."

She giggled and shifted under him, kissing him back sweetly before.....

"O-O-Ochako?"

Both their eyes snapped open and panic settled in her bones when she heard the tenor of her mothers voice. Katsuki pulled away from her, wide-eyed, his ears burning scarlet. Ochako swallowed before she turned her head to see the phone, on the floor, the green button still on.

Her mother just heard her have sex.

HER MOTHER JUST HEARD HER HAVE SEX!

"O-OH, MY GOODNESS, OCHAK-"

Ochako screamed and scrambled towards the phone, slamming it against the receiver as many times until Katsuki wrestled the thing out of her hands,

his shoulders shaking with laughter. She whirled on him, her face as red as a cherry tomato. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

"You're right," he said before ripping his mask off her face and twirling it idly between his fingers. "It's fucking HYSTERICAL!"

"She was there the whole time."

"The. Whole. Time." Katsuki repeated, still smirking.

Ochako glared at him. "I'm going to kill you."

"Me?" he gasped dramatically before laying down on the floor beside her, pulling her towards him even as she tried squirming away. "Your mom is a bit of a perv."

"Oh my god!! Don't say that."

"Mm. I gave you those deep quality strokes too."

"Katsuki!"

"Meh, she might want it." he tried blinking his eyes up at her innocently and then gave a shrug. "What's a guy to do."

"I'm going to punch you in the dick."

"Punch me in the dick, /after/ I take you out on a proper date, eh?" he gripped her chin and brought her pouty lips down to his. She was still blushing when she pulled away, but leaned into his embraced pleasantly still enjoying the high of having been with him.

Katsuki.

The phone started ringing again. They both flinched.

"Not answering that," they said in unison, before they fell back to the floor, laughing and enjoying the peace they found in each other's arms.

/END Goodnight guys 😈😘