Katsuki Panicking When Ochako Eats a Popsicle Suggestively Only to Panic Harder When Hitoshi Joins Her
CW: Ochabowl with Shinkacchako implied, NSFW themes
Beach day for the graduates of Class 1-A! The girls are enjoying popsicles on the beachfront, but Katsuki is straight-up not having a good time as he watches Ochako suck on hers from a short distance away. Does she know how lewd she looks, dragging her tongue over it like that and circling around the tip?! Katsuki is sweating and struggling not to look at her smiling face as she chats with the girls in between licks. He wishes her mouth was around his cock like that.
Katsuki growls, laying on his side in his beach chair, hoping he’s hiding his half-hard dick enough that the other extras can’t see. Swimming trunks left little to the imagination.
“You’re watching Ochako pretty hard there, Katsuki.”
“Shut up, Tape Face!” Katsuki growls as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not staring at shit!”
“Wow,” Eijirou breathes, doing a poor job of not openly staring at Ochako. “My brain really isn’t in the right place right now.”
Katsuki squints at Eijirou, watching his cheeks flush and an enamored look cross his features. It’s no secret that half the men in their graduating class and some of the women have a thing for Ochako. She’s gorgeous, powerful, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Not even Katsuki. She made that clear when they were teenagers during the sports festival, and he’s been smitten ever since, not that he’ll admit it.
“Mine never is,” Denki laughs, smacking Katsuki’s shoulder, whose immediate response is to threaten him with crackling palms. “Ochako is just too hot! How is she still single?”
“Because none of us had the courage to go after her,” Hanta says with a shrug. “I think I have it now, though. Might ask to buy her a drink later. We’re going to the bar in the hotel, right?”
Katsuki clenches his fists. "Fuck off."
Eijirou raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure anyone who she allows can have her, dude. You want her. Shoot your shot.”
“You first!” Katsuki snaps back even though it makes no sense.
Denki places a hand on his forehead before dragging it through his blond locks.
“You sound like a lovestruck idiot, Kacchan.”
“You don’t know shit,” Katsuki grouses before turning his attention back to Ochako.
His heart stops when she deep throats the popsicle, gagging just a hair at the base. What the/fuck/?! There’s no way she didn’t do that on purpose! Katsuki’s suspicions are confirmed when Ochako turns cocoa-colored eyes to him and smiles before refocusing on whatever Mina is blabbering about. That’s it, Katsuki’s dick is rock hard and throbbing. He can’t leave this stupid fucking beach chair until it deflates.
“Holy shit, did you see that?!” Eijirou hisses, plopping down on his butt in the sand with wide eyes. “She, oh my God. She just―!”
“She just deep-throated a popsicle,” Hanta says with a grin. “That’s hot.”
Denki climbs into Katsuki’s chair with him, making him bristle.
“Did that turn you on, Kacchan?”
“You’re disgusting!” Katsuki yells while shoving Denki onto the sand.
Denki raises a thumb from his spot in the sand. “He didn’t deny it!”
Who wouldn’t be turned on by watching that drop-dead gorgeous woman suck on a popsicle like it was someone’s dick? Katsuki doesn’t want to look at her again, but he can’t help it. When his gaze lands on her, his eyebrows furrow as Hitoshi approaches the girls. He hugs Mina, pats Toru and Momo on their heads, then waves at Tsu and Jirou. He says something to Ochako, who nods and stands.
“Oh, shit! Is Hitoshi into Ochako?!" Denki asks, sitting up. “I mean, who isn’t, but I never thought he’d go for it! He’s pretty shy.”
Katsuki’s rage bubbles under the surface. Leave it to Eye Bags to get in his way. His Quirk crackles against the pitiful plastic of his chair, melting it and leaving an acrid burnt plastic smell in the air.
“Uh, oh, Blasty doesn’t like that,” Hanta snickers, leaning against a palm tree.
Katsuki doesn’t hear him. He’s too focused on whether he’s going to storm over there and make an ass of himself or stomp off to his room and jerk off to thinking about Ochako choking on his cock.
“Hitoshi is looking over here,” Eijirou says with confusion.
Katsuki watches, raising an eyebrow when Hitoshi grabs Ochako’s wrist as she’s about to lick her popsicle again, and he almost explodes on the spot when Hitoshi licks the opposite side.
“Is what I think happening happening?” Denki says in awe. “Because if so, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m very much bi-panicking right now.”
Katsuki blinks. “What the fuck are you talking about, Dunce Face?”
“Hitoshi is pansexual and polyamorous,” Hanta explains. “He’s got a lot of love to give.”
Katsuki doesn’t know what to say to that. Especially when his cock throbs watching Hitoshi and Ochako share her popsicle, both of them staring at him. Oh fuck, they’re coming over. His heart rams against his chest as he tries to look nonchalant when they walk past. Katsuki is about to release the breath he’s been holding, but he can’t when Hitoshi leans down to his ear and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Your turn,” he whispers, lips brushing against Katsuki’s ear before he continues on his way.
The movement is so fast no one else would have caught it.
“What did he say?” Eijirou asks, watching as Hitoshi and Ochako head towards the beachfront hotel they’re staying at.
At first, Katsuki is speechless, but soon, a grin works over his features, and he stands to follow them.
“None of your business,” he says over his shoulder as he reaches the sidewalk leading inside. “You extras leave me alone!”
Denki watches him leave and looks at Eijirou and Hanta. “Is what I think happening happening?”
Hanta smirks after them, lying on Katsuki’s abandoned chair. “Hell yeah.”
