Thread by @nootnoot345

Eugene
#kacchako #nsfw #wetwednesday

uraraka takes whats hers and bakugou is very into it, a little cracky, unintended use of controller rumble, mild elden ring spoilers lol

Don't think I was gonna miss out on spontaneous smut circle. Thanks to @EoHasCats @CVenom_Tai @hanahaki_yume and especially @FloatyExplodey for inspiration here 😘

“What’re you doin?” Bakugou asks, glancing back and forth between Uraraka, who’s just taken off her t-shirt, and the TV.

“Taking what’s mine,” she says simply, shimmying out of her shorts and dropping them by Bakugou’s feet.

“What? What’s yours? That doesn’t answer my question, Cheeks,” Bakugou asks again, more frantically this time, peeking at an Uraraka who’s now taken off her bra.

Bakugou’s eyes have to be dragged back to the screen upon hearing the combat noise of the game as his eyes widen and darkness shadows his gaze at the small bounce Uraraka’s tits perform in their freedom.

“Your cock,” Uraraka responds with a shrug, bumping her knees against his, signaling him to widen his seated stance.

“Cheeks, I’m a bit fuckin’ busy right now,” Bakugou groans and leans back on the couch, shifting his legs to make room for her anyways.

“Mhm,” she hums while trailing a single finger from his clavicle down his torso. She traces over the divots of his muscles, pausing over the creases of his abs before walking the rest of her hand down to his visibly hard cock.

“I think—you should be busy fuckin’ instead,” she says with a smirk as she cups his balls with her full palm, massaging them with her finger pads just enough to elicit a groan from the blond.

“Shit—I’m—I’m at a boss, Cheeks,” he takes a stuttering breath and pants out.

Uraraka shrugs and pulls at his waistband. Despite his words, keeping his eyes on the TV, and not letting go of the controller, Bakugou raises his hips so Uraraka can pull down his sweatpants just below his ass.

He hisses once when the cool air hits his cock and again when Uraraka’s breath warms it up as she leans in close.

“Thought you’re the best, Mr. Maidenless, shoulda beaten it by now,” she says just centimeters away from his twitching shaft.

Bakugou’s eye narrows at her quip but just before he’s able to respond she darts out her tongue and licks a long and wet stripe up his shaft, flicking it as she laps up the bead of pre-cum at his sensitive tip.

His hand tightens on the controller and his nose flares as he tries to keep his composure, fingers still pressing buttons.

“Damnit, Ochako,” he growls, low and heavy, “you know there’s no pausing this shit.”

Uraraka wraps her lips around his cock, taking him whole in one swift motion.

Bakugou’s whole body jolts from the wet warmth of her mouth.

She makes eye contact with him and he opens his mouth, but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything when she hollows out her cheeks, trying to suck him dry.

“Ah—fuck,” he exclaims, frantically moving the joystick and pressing a button, dodging his character out of harms way.

Uraraka pops off his dick with an audible sound and licks her lips as she rolls her panties off her leg, standing back up.

“Such a damn tease. Gotta have more follow-through than that if you’re tryin’ to win this game, Ochako,” Bakugou says through gritted through, peeking at the TV by leaning his body off to the side.

He’s doing his best to keep one eye on his girlfriend, but with his cock and the game already vying for some sort of attention, all of nerves felt like they were on overdrive.

Ochako can see the his hands tightened around the controller along with the tense muscles of his neck.

She smirks and turns around so he gets a full view of her ass.

“That’s just playin’ dirty,” he growls before leaning forwards to sink his teeth into the plush of her cheek.

She yelps at first contact before looking over her shoulder and winking.

“Never said I had to win fair and square,” she teases before bending over and sliding her wet folds over his dick.

“You really couldn’t wait, huh?” Bakugou goads her, “Just that desperate for my cock? I’ll fuckin’ show you who’s maidenless.”

Ochako scoffs, “I could be in bed with Eugene instead, y’know.” She plants her hands on his thighs and lowers her full weight onto him but doesn’t let his cock in where its aching to be. One roll of her hips, smearing her wetness around his crotch, and Bakugou bites her shoulder.

She gasps as the light sting morphs into pleasure.

“That’s what you get for bringin’ up that fucker when you’re drenchin’ my dick,” he scolds her as he takes off one hand off the controller and brings it to her hip.

Gripping tightly, he uses his brute strength to lift her just high enough for his cock to spring up and hitch against her entrance.

She giggles as she rolls her hips again, his tip breaching her.

“If you beat this boss before you finish, we can use Maleficent next time.”

The one thing Bakugou can’t back down from is a challenge. Uraraka, of course, knows this full well.

Uraraka flips her hair back and in a slow motion, she moves it away from the back of her neck, looks over her shoulder, and winks at the blond.

Bakugou’s hips instinctively jerk up, driving his cock deep within her with ease thanks to the mix of her saliva and slick.

Her jaw drops as she gasps and four of her fingers dig into his thighs while her walls clench, holding him still from inside and out.

“S—so damn *tight*,” he stutters, fighting to keep his eyes open.

Uraraka bites her lip as she gets used to the stretch, her body accommodating and molding itself to fit just Bakugou.

She closes her eyes and feels his cock deep within her, trying to move, trying to get as much friction as she’s willing to give, trying to find its release.

She opens her eyes and looks straight ahead at the TV.

Taking in a deep breath, she chuckles breathily, “Gotta beat the boss, Kat, you’re leavin’ your pot friend all alone ‘cause everyone else is dying.”

Bakugou scowls and a deep noise emanates from his throat.

He wraps his arms around her, placing the controller near her core and shifting them so he can see the TV.

“All ‘cause you named a fuckin’ vibrator after some cartoon asshole,” he gruffs, trying to focus his eyes as his fingers move with precision.

“I ain’t gonna be out done by fuckin’ Eugene,” he says with conviction.

Uraraka raises herself up, hovering momentarily before slamming herself onto his cock like her life depends on it. “Not my fault, you got jealous of my teenage crush,” she scoffs.

“Fuckin’—Tangled?” he growls, unable to hide the hitch in his breath in between.

Uraraka scoffs, “Like Maleficent is any better.”

Something in the air shifts and Bakugou grits his teeth. He uses his forearms to grip her waist tightly, lifting her up just enough so he can move.

Swiftly, he snaps his legs shut, forcing Uraraka to straddle him instead of being seated on his dick with her feet planted on the floor.

“You and you’re whole ‘naming sex toys’ bullshit,” he huffs, “nobody needs to name a goddamn cockring.”

He punctuates his statement with a sharp thrust of his hips.

“Well—you weren’t gonna do it yourself. We had to be—on even grounds!” she squeals, bobbing up and down on his cock before using her quirk on herself to ease the movement.

Sliding on his cock with ease now thanks to her weightlessness, Bakugou’s breath quickens. His thighs tighten under her and she can see his fingers slipping off the controller with their motions.

“Come on, Katsuki, you gotta beat the boss,” Uraraka laughs as she throws her head back, landing on his shoulder. She curls her legs around him on the couch and starts to bounce at her own pace, sending Bakugou to his limit.

He fumbles on the controller, using a health potion instead of calling his steed.

“*Fuck*, I’m gonna—fuckin’—get you back,” he pants and panics to roll out of the way of the boss’ attack.

The controller rumbles with his in-game movements. With it still pressed up against Uraraka’s core, she can’t help but let out a moan.

Bakugou raises a brow at her sounds and smirks. “Tell ya what, ‘Chako, I’m gonna beat the boss and make you cum at the same time,” he leans in beside her ear and asserts in a low and husky voice overflowing with confidence.

“I’d like—to see you—try,” she whines, her voice breaking with every thrust that Bakugou now seems to control.

“I don’t just *try,* sweetheart, I get the job done,” he grunts, rolling and dodging in game between spells so the controller stays rumbling just above her core.

Its erratic and forceful, but coupled with the heat from Bakugou’s hand and body around her, she can feel herself quickly reaching the climax of her battle.

“Kats—” her moans permeate through the air and mix with his heavy puffs of air.

He’s doing his best to keep his eyes focused on the game in front of him but Uraraka can tell that he’s close—maybe even closer than her the way she can feel him stiffer than ever, swelling in her cunt.

“C’mon, love,” Bakugou grunts moving his face into the crook of her neck. “No point fightin’ it,” he says, breath tickling her ear.

The lights from the TV flash bright yellow and Bakugou groans, sinking his teeth into the sensitive cusp of her shoulder. Three more rumbles signifying his deft in-game movements and Uraraka feels herself coming undone.

“I’m gonna—” she starts to pant out just when the controller goes wild with a sustained rush of vibrations rippling through her. She lets out a yelp that reverberates through their apartment as she feels Bakugou drive himself as deep as he can go.

The controller and TV fall silent as the two heroes catch their breath, Bakugou’s chest heaving into Uraraka’s back.

His warm cum starts to seep out of her when Bakugou drops the controller to the side and lifts her still weightless legs, folding her into herself without unsheathing himself.

“You think I’m done with you? For the dirty fuckin’ trick you pulled? Ending in a goddamn three-way tie!” he threatens as he stands up and starts to move to the bedroom.

“Eugene, Maleficent, whatever the fuck you wanna call the controller—those are just the appetizers,” he sneers and tilts her head up, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm, “I’m the real meal.”

She gives him a weak laugh, twisting herself to wrap her arm around his neck. “It’s a good thing I’m hungry,” she teases him.

Maybe tomorrow, she’ll show him that the game character has a pouch and there was, in fact, no reason to accidentally call his horse when drinking a health potion. Not that she’s complaining about the newest addition to their apartment’s line of sex toys.

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