Thread by @FloatyExplodey

Noise Complaint
#Kacchako #NSFW #WetWednesday
Semi-public sex, a bit o' brattiness followed by a bit o' begging, a bit possessive, friends with benefits, slight angst in the middle??(it gets back to the good stuff, promise)

The wives said spontaneous smut so here's spontaneous smut. Blame/thank them.
@nootnoot345 @EoHasCats @hanahaki_yume @CVenom_Tai

Drowning was becoming a growing risk. Not only did sweat pool on the mat below, other bodily fluids were beginning to come into play. Uraraka could feel the slick drip down her legs, and couldn't remember a time she was this wet. She was making a sizable puddle, she was sure.

"Such a good girl for giving me all of this, so fucking wet. Can you give me even more?"
That wasn't a question, more of an eventuality. She felt heat building within her still, and knew her hunger, her ecstasy, was far from over. She nodded, and Bakugou's brows furrowed.

"Didn't hear you, Angel." She gulped, the action meant as an attempt to suppress a desperate whine at the ring of his low timbre. She could finish just from the sound of his voice saying all of the depraved things he wanted to do to her.

"Y-yes," she mumbled.
One of his large arms, corded in muscle, wrapped around one of her thighs and forced it to the side, widening the space between her legs for him. The calloused fingers of his other hand spread her lips between her thighs apart.

A moan escaped her at just the feel of him near her entrance. He hadn't even taken the plunge and she was already pulsing for him; never had she been quite this eager. He noticed it.

"I'm gonna need you to speak up a bit, Ochako. You know my hearing."
The jackasses' hearing was fine since support made him those smart earplugs. He just wanted to rile her up.
It would work, undoubtedly.

"YES, I can give you more, more, more!" Her voice filled the small training room at their agency's gym. Any louder and anyone in the adjacent rooms would hear. Bakugou knew this, yet he showed no signs of relinquishing his desire.
His desire was to have her screaming.

She felt his fingers move, drawing closer to her core where it clenched around nothing. She clamped her lips shut and pressed her hand over her mouth for good measure. She knew what he wanted, but she couldn’t have everything in the building knowing what they were doing.

"Oh, so you're gonna be a brat?" She nodded and his smirk fell.
"You're not gonna give me what I want?" Uraraka gave no response, and he scoffed harshly.
"Then why would I give you what you want, huh?"

There was one last swipe of a single finger through her folds before the contact ceased all together.
She didn't feel any of him anymore, in fact, his arm having dropped her leg and his body moving away.
"Wai-"
"For what?" She heard the anger seep through before she saw it.

Then he was nonchalant, as if they hadn't done anything at all of any significance. As if she wasn’t naked save for a sports bra still clamped around her breasts.
"Bakugou, can't we-"
"Oh, so it's /Bakugou/ now, huh?"

She actually winced when she lost sight of his broad chest under his returned shirt.
"Listen, /Uraraka/." She sat up and shifted to cover herself, suddenly feeling vulnerable at her nakedness. "I'm done fucking around. I want everyone to know about us. Why are you hiding me?"

“I’m not,” she retorted, a crease forming between her brows.
“Oh, you’re not?” He scoffed as he snatched up her leggings and threw them in her direction. They landed pitifully on the floor next to her, and she hurried to put them on; maybe it would dull her growing mortification.

“How about when that extra from advertising asked you out? When I tried to say we were seeing each other, /you/ shut me down and gave him some lame ass excuse.”
That had been around when this whole arrangement had started. She hadn’t realized he had thought they were…

/seeing each other/.
“Or when we went to that stupid bar with our stupid friends and I tried to put my arm around you and you /shrugged me off/?” He was yelling now, and she again grew worried about who would hear. She didn’t want to be the type of person to cause drama at work.

“I kept waiting for you to spill the beans the whole night, figured you wanted to tell ‘em, but you never did.” His hard tone stopped abruptly, and he went silent for a moment. His voice was quiet when he continued to say, “are you fucking ashamed of me?”

“Absolutely not,” she blurted. Of course she wasn’t ashamed of him, if anything /he/ was out of /her/ league. She thought that was common knowledge, something they both knew but would never address out loud for the sake of her dignity. He was just fucking around with her. Right?

“Actions speak louder than words, Uraraka.”
Hearing her surname from his lips felt foreign, and she wondered when it was she had gotten used to him calling her Ochako. She had never even questioned it before, probably because she just thought it was a sex thing they did.

But he called her that outside of sex too. How hadn’t she noticed that?
“W—what did you want me to tell them? That we’re having sex? ‘Hey guys, by the way! Bakugou and I are fucking!’ That isn’t really something you tell people in a group setting!”

Suddenly, his presence felt cold and his eyes shifted. She didn’t know how to identify what she saw in them. Was he hurt? Betrayed, even? But why?
“This is just sex to you?” he finally asked. When she expected barely contained rage in his tone, she only received defeat.

“W—well, I thought it… that it was just sex to /you/, so…” She didn’t want to be the idiot that got invested while the other was just having a bit of fun. She was always that idiot.
Bakugou was still for a long time, staring at a point on the mat that held no importance.

She didn’t know what to say, so she waited.
“Well, if I’m not relationship material, then you better hope that /fucker/ in ads is still single.”
Relationship— what? Her brain ran a marathon a minute trying to catch up with his meaning, but he was already unlocking the door.

“I don’t understand,” she mumbled as the door swung open. A humorless chuckle left his lips.
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” His voice cracked, and the sound made her heart lurch. He turned toward the empty hall, head tilted down. He couldn’t even look at her.

“I love you and you think I’m a fuck toy. Well, fuck that.”
He was gone an instant after the statement, speeding down the hall, but Uraraka wasn’t going to let him get far. For how long the entire conversation had taken her to process, that statement made her act in an instant.

The pieces fell into place in her mind as she stormed down the hall after him, and she cursed how stupid she had been. She was a different idiot all together this time around.
Uraraka caught up to him and grabbed his wrist to make him stop. A low growl escaped him.

Bakugou tried to snatch his wrist away, but she already had all five fingers on him. Part of his gravity left his body and she forced him against the wall. He looked at her incredulously, but she didn’t back down.
“Uraraka, what the f—”
“That’s Ochako to you.”

She floated herself to his level then her mouth slammed against his. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, desperate to hold him there. Please stay, please stay, please—
His lips began to move against hers and his hands found their way to their rightful place on her hips.

She smiled against his mouth, and she felt the edges of his lips curl upward.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled against his lips before pulling back. “I didn’t know— Fuck, Katsuki, I love you too.”
He didn’t need any time to think about it, just hearing the words was plenty.

His hands found their way to her thighs and he forced them around his waist.
“Then ads guy can fuck right off,” he growled before he attacked.
Bakugou flipped them around and slammed her back against the wall. A gasp left her mouth and into his.

He relished in every little sound, responding with some of his own as he ground his length into her clothed core. Her residual wetness from before along with a fresh wave soaked through the fabric easily.
“Room,” she breathed, the word bordered by desperate moans. “/Now/.”

His mouth latched onto her neck as he took them back down the hall from where they’d come. He was leaving a dark mark where he sucked incessantly, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to even. If he wanted to mark her, to claim her, that was more than fine with her.

The door slammed behind them and he fumbled to lock it before they collapsed to the ground. There wasn’t any time to move further into the room, they needed each other right then.
She wanted to rip their clothes clean off, but didn’t adore the idea of having to leave there naked.

Once they were finally free of all articles, Bakugou leaned down to steal hungry kisses, his weight pushing into the matted floor. She wanted to feel him on top of her for the rest of her existence, she could die happy then.

He moved down her body, leaving angry, purple bruises in his wake as he sucked every piece of skin he encountered. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more. She found one of his hands and planted it on her breast. Her padded fingers squeezed his, encouraging him to grab her harder.

“Use your words, Angel,” he rasped against a fresh bruise on her hip. “Wanna hear you.”
She would give him anything in the world that he wanted. This gorgeous, ridiculous, ravenous man would never have an unfulfilled desire again.
“Touch me! Squeeze my tits!”

He gave an appreciative groan at her words and followed her orders to the T.
So she could have whatever she wanted if she just asked, huh?
“Suck on my nipple,” she demanded. He made the trip back up her body and did as she said.

Moans cascaded from her, and she left his cock twitch against her leg in response.
So a show was all he wanted? She could give him a show.
Her fingers latched onto strands on his hair and she forced his face further onto her breast. She sucked more of her tit into his mouth,

and the resulting wail resonated in the room.
“Katsuki!” His eyes flicked up and his gaze burned into her. “P—pinch the other one.”
His mouth dislodged from her nipple briefly and a wolfish grin took over his face.
“Anything to get you screaming for me.”

His lips and fingers clasped on to each of her pink buds and her hips bucked violently in response. Again, she found herself clenching around nothing, and she needed desperately to be filled.

Her hand squeezed between them and she found his cock, harder than she’d ever felt it before. This thing would fucking destroy her, and she had never been more ready for anything in her life.
“I—inside. I want you inside.”
He smirked. “Well isn’t someone needy?”

His voice shot through her and she groaned. Needy didn’t even begin to cover it; him filling her up was a necessity at this point.
“Yes! Yes, I need you. Please, please, please!” Each plea grew more and more boisterous, but she had lost all awareness of the outside world.

No longer did she care about some nameless coworker potentially occupying a room next door. All that mattered was Bakugou; what Bakugou wanted, what Bakugou would do to her, what Bakugou needed her to do. Everything was blond and red eyes to her now.

“How could I possibly say no to my baby girl when she asks so nicely?”
She couldn’t tell if she was upset that her breasts were abandoned but the feeling didn’t linger. Anticipation coursed through her as he lined up with her soaking heat.

Slowly, he entered her, and her fingernails found his forearms where they left crescent marks.
“M—more,” she stammered.
“Baby, I didn’t stretch you out fir—”
“/More/,” she demanded anyway.
There was only a split second of hesitation before he granted her wish.

When he bottomed out, her nails dug hard into his skin. He hissed as she screamed.
“Fuck, there she is, my good loud girl.”
His thrusts were punishing from the start, just the way she wanted it. Stuttered yelps, whines, and keens burst from her throat with no resistance from her.

He threw her legs up so her ankles dangled against his shoulders.
“Want everyone to know about us,” he growled as he bent closer toward her. The action drove her own knees against her chest and the new angle caused an explosion of pleasure within her cunt.

“F—fuck,” she whispered, eyes locked onto his, entranced by what he had to say.
“Want the whole building to know I’m fucking you, that you’re spoken for. So I need you to scream for me, baby. So no fucker in ads or accounting or fucking /anywhere/ thinks they can have you.”

“No— no one else can h— have me. I’m yours,” Uraraka whispered. He hummed, clearly liking the sound of that. He pushed down farther until he could plant a long, ravenous kiss to her lips. His thrusts were less powerful, but the angle well made up for it.

“Need you to say it louder,” he challenged. A particularly hard thrust made her breath catch in her throat. He did it again.
“Fuck, /Katsuki/! FUCK!”
“Scream my name.”
She did.

Each deep thrust was punctuated by his name. She could feel her voice growing tired but pushed through, every fiber of her being wanting to give him this, wanting to please him.
“Fuck, Ochako,” he groaned. “So perfect.”

A thumb found her clit and rewarded her vocal efforts with soft circles, then increasingly hard swipes. The word ‘faster’ came out of her before she had consciously thought it and the pace of his thumb quickened. Her once shut eyes opened as a firm stroke caused her to gasp.

With raised and furrowed brows and lips slightly parted, he was looking at her like she was a goddess. The look kicked up the inferno inside of her until she could feel herself about to reach her melting point. When a guttural grunt sounded from deep within him, she saw white.

A shriek tore through the air as her hands flailed for something to grab onto, something she could use to try to ground herself. But she couldn’t possibly, not when Bakugou had delivered her so fucking high, the highest she had ever felt herself go.

His thrusts stuttered as he let out a string of curses, though drowned out by her wails. His thumb continued seeing her through as he quickly pulled out. She felt rope after rope of his cum strike her thigh, and feeling it slide down her skin kicked up another jolt of pleasure.

Returning to the present was a slow process, especially due to the fact that Bakugou's thumb wouldn’t cease its movements. She twitched and yelped at the continued contact, but never asked him to stop.
Finally, her eyes came back into focus.
“There she is.”

“I— wow.”
Her legs fell to either side of him, and the action drew his eyes down to her exposed cunt. She watched him lick his lips.
“You’re coming over tonight,” he said, eyes never leaving her glistening wetness. “And we’re gonna do that again.”
- - -

Dear Staff,

A friendly reminder that while training can be rigorous at times, it is important to remain courteous of those around you. Not only is staff expected to keep a respectful volume in the office portion of the building, but in the gym and private training rooms as well.

We thank you for your future consideration of retaining a comfortable work environment.

~fin~