ochako studies you as you lean back on the opposite side of the couch, lips pursing as you cuddle into one of katsuki’s shirts. you toss a pillow at her and she catches it with a grin.
“are you sure you really like him?” ochako raises her eyebrows at you. “you can tell me.” she whispers.
“he’s sweet, i swear!” you push her leg with your foot.
“bakugo? sweet?” she giggles. “i’m sure he devours your lips like some ravenous animal.” she rolls her eyes.
“sometimes but.. he really starts with soft pecks you know? cupping my cheeks and..” you trail off feeling heat rush to your face. “he’s sweet.” you huff.
“yeah?” she bites her lip to hide a smile.
“i’ll show you.”
you cross the couch, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to the side of her lips, another just under them, and then to the side before pressing your lips softly to hers. your thumbs brush the apples of her cheeks, feeling how warm they are under your touch and then her hands are on your waist. your tongue licks softly along the seam of her lips, humming when she parts them for you.
you lick into her mouth, letting your hands slide up into her hair to hold her closer, her thighs falling open so you can settle more comfortably between them. you kiss down her jaw and make your way to her neck, sucking just under her ear and she lets out a little moan. you chuckle before kissing back up to her lips and then it’s a full makeout.
her hands are pushing your shirt up and she’s swallowing down all of the sounds you make when she squeezes into your warm skin. you’re both too caught up in one another to notice the front door open and close, leaving katsuki to stand frozen watching you both on the couch. he clears his throat and you pull back.
“kats.” you pant. “i was..”
“you were what? tongue fucking cheeks?” he can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up his neck.
“was showing her how you kiss me.” you whisper.
“what else were you gonna show her?” he tilts his head.
“well.. i dunno.. i don’t think i could eat her out as good as you.” you bat your lashes at him and press closer to ochako.
“so what’re you saying baby?” katsuki takes a step closer.
“why don’t you.. show chako how perfect your mouth is?” you turn to look down at her. “if you want.” you tilt your head a little.
“really?” she looks up at you with round eyes.
“mhm!” you smile. “kats is really good at it. bet he’ll make you cum really quick.” you turn to katsuki. “c’mere.”
katsuki is kneeling down before the both of you in seconds, mouth watering at all the possibilities of tonight. you lift off of ochako, placing one last kiss on her lips and turning her so she’s facing katsuki. katsuki rests his hands on her thighs and looks up at her.
“you sure cheeks?” he raises his brows.
“yeah.” she nods.
katsuki pulls ochako’s hips to the edge of the couch, grinning at the squeak that comes from her mouth when he starts to tug down her shorts. he tosses them over his shoulder and spreads her legs even more, licking his lips when you grip one of her thighs to help hold her open.
“couple kisses from my girl got you all wet?” he presses his lips to the side of her calf.
you gasp. “really?” your hand slips between her thighs and katsuki’s pants get tighter watching your fingers slide through her folds. “i did this chako?”
“yes!” she moans.
you pull your fingers away and she blushes watching you slip them into your mouth. “mmm, kats you gotta try.”
he leans forward and licks a long stripe up her center, circling her clit once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth. she bucks forward and you lean over and take her lips, cupping her jaw and swallowing down each sound as katsuki flicks his tongue against her clit. he groans into her, feeling his dick twitch when her hand finds his hair and tugs.
“fuck!” she pulls back. “fuck he’s good.” she tosses her head back.
“can i take off your shirt?” you coo and katsuki’s eyes snap up to the both of you while he’s still suckling on her clit.
she nods and the fabric is gone instantly, her tits spilling out and you're immediately dipping your head down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. katsuki groans into her, the vibrations sending her eyes rolling back. he licks down to her pussy and pushes his tongue in, slowly starting to fuck it in and out of her.
“i- i’m- nghhh!” her hips rock against katsuki’s face.
you pull off her nipple with a pop and look up at her. “he’s doing so good, huh?”
“fuck i’m gonna cum!” she shutters.
“katsukiii.” you preen. “doing such a good job that chako’s already gonna cum.” you bury your fingers in his hair next to hers and tug. “i wanna cum too.” you almost pout.
he pulls off of ochako instantly and she gasps. “sorry cheeks, my girl needs me.”
“nooo.” you furrow your brows. “why don’t we just.. she can ride your face while i ride you?” your hand slips between ochako’s legs again so you can keep her on edge. “please? an’ i can kiss her again. katsuki please?”
his brain catches up again and he’s standing and tugging off his clothes. he pushes the table back and lays back on the ground so the both of you can do whatever you want. you squeal and jump up, pulling ochako up with you. she sways and then starts taking your clothes off and leaving kisses all over your body. when she kisses your lips, she slips a hand between your thighs, feeling just how wet you are.
“fuck.” he props himself up on his elbows. “c’mon, use me.”
you both pull apart and turn to him, your eyes immediately finding his leaky cock. the two of you sink to your knees next to him and ochako helps you straddle katsuki’s waist, reaching down to line him up with your sopping pussy.
“oi!” katsuki springs up when he feels her hands on him. “shit.” he groans when you sink down and toss your head back, katsuki falling back against the floor as your gummy walls suck him in. “c’mon cheeks.” he pats her waist and she scoots over next to his head.
she straddles his face and he tugs her back down onto his mouth, wasting no time in shoving his tongue in her. you lean forward, hand hand braced on katsuki’s abs and the other on ochako’s waist as you take her lips. you start to ride him, whining into her mouth at the stretch of him and the way it feels to grind against him. ochako rolls her hips on his mouth and you can feel his muscles ripple beneath you.
“i- hah!” ochako pulls back. “i’m- he’s so- fuck! cumming!” she soaks katsuki’s face and his fingers dig into her hips, keeping her firmly planted.
one of her hands kneads into your chest, fingers rolling your nipple while the other slides down and finds your clit. katsuki groans into her when you clench around him, crying out both of their names as you hump against him faster. katsuki sucks her clit into his mouth and she pinches your nipple, moaning loudly as he starts to flick his tongue.
she presses her lips back to yours as the both of you hump and grind against katsuki, getting lost in each other while you use him for pleasure. she’s rubbing your clit faster, panting into your mouth as you stare at her, tummy twisting with pleasure.
“gonna cum.” you whine.
“yeah?” she pinches your clit and you’re done for.
you fall apart around katsuki and feel him fill you a second later, as he groans into ochako she tips over the edge again. the two of you stop moving, panting softly until you remember katsuki underneath you and slowly lift off. he’s panting and staring up at the ceiling, eyes completely glazed over.
“thanks for the ride, bakugo.” ochako pats his chest.
“yeah.” he nods.
“told you he was sweet, chako.” you lean over and kiss her again.
summary: after another terrible date, you complain to your friends about your nonexistent love life. you were expecting sympathy, not them proposing a third spot in their relationship and definitely not them proving exactly how well it works.
warnings: katsuki x ochako, fem!reader, friends to lovers, polyamory, light teasing, overthinking, cursing, body worship, heavy make-out sessions, thigh riding, fingering, double penetration (fingers), clit stimulation, orgasm, degrading/praise kink if you squint, MDNI;
wc: 3,0k
a/n: finally finished this one! thank you to my 💠 anon for giving me the main plot ideas for this fic, hope I did justice!!! this fic only has one part. pictures source: pinterest.
@kamislop 🫶🏻
“I think I’m cursed or something,” you pout, leaning back against your friend's couch.
Ochako offers you a soft, empathetic look, her head tilting slightly.
“I only find people who are emotionally unavailable and don’t know how to fuck properly,” you add, throwing your hands up dramatically.
Your complaint earns a sharp snort from the kitchen doorway. Katsuki steps into the living room and sets a plate of warm brownies right in front of you on the coffee table.
“I’m glad my love life is funny to you,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. Still, your smile returns the second the scent of chocolate hits your nose.
“I asked Kats to bake you some when you told me you were dropping by,” Ochako explains, gesturing towards the plate with a small smile.
Your hand hovers over the treats. “Oh… I guess you already knew this date went bad, too.”
“No, I didn’t—”
“She totally did,” Katsuki interrupts, sliding down onto the couch beside Ochako. He drapes a heavy arm over his girlfriend’s shoulders, and she naturally leans closer to his warmth, shifting her weight to get comfortable against his side.
You pause for a moment, looking at them.
You silently study your friends, a familiar pain settling in your chest. They look so good together — so loving, so completely in tune with one another. It makes you a little sad, honestly, because nowadays it feels impossible to find something genuine.
They got lucky when they found each other in highschool and they just let their connection grow naturally over the years. It's the kind of rarity that is unreachable now.
“You guys are the proof that something healthy and lasting actually exists,” you admit, your voice softening as you look at them.
“I envy what you two have, but in the most loving and positive way possible. Like, you are literally two of the most amazing people anyone could ever date. I don't even know how you two made it work for so long.”
Wanting to shake off the heavy mood, you turn your attention towards the brownies. You lean forward to take the plate and start eating, completely missing the look that passes between the couple.
It’s a knowing glance. A 'we better do it now' type of look.
Because your eyes are fixed on your food, you completely miss the way the air in the room suddenly shifts. The comfortable air disappears, and both of them grow visibly stiffer.
“You know…” Ochako starts, her voice a little quieter now, drawing your attention back up. “We have been thinking about something, and I don’t want to freak you out. We are asking you this because we trust you, and we go way back.”
You slow down your chewing as your brows furrow. You can't quite read the sudden turn the conversation has taken. Both of them have gone completely serious, wearing expressions you’ve never really seen on them before.
“What is going on?” you ask, swallowing the last bite of brownie and carefully setting the plate back on the table.
“You wondered how we are still together… even after all this time,” Ochako explains, shifting her weight and avoiding a straight answer. “We let ourselves try new stuff for example.”
Your brow lines deepen. “New stuff? Like what?”
Ochako pauses, looking back at Katsuki. He’s tense, his jaw set tighter than he intended. His gaze holds hers, conveying something private that only she understands, and after a moment, she nods quietly.
“Guys… seriously, what is happening?” You tense up in your seat, an anxious knot forming in your stomach.
Ochako takes a breath. “We have been thinking about… looking for a third person.”
There is a heavy silence that follows.
“Oh.” You blink, the word falling flat out of your mouth, clearly taken aback by her words.
“Yeah…” Ochako nods, carefully analyzing your reaction. “And we want you to… uhm…”
She makes a pause as she shifts again in her seat.
“We—“
“You want me to look for someone on your behalf? That’s why you said you trust me, right?” you offer quickly, the pieces suddenly clicking in your head.
Ochako’s expression softens into pity, while Katsuki lets out a deep, exhausted sigh.
“Don’t worry, guys,” you assure them with a smile. “You can count on me to find someone good for—”
“You are the someone that we want, dumbass,” Katsuki snaps, his patience running out. His annoyed tone earns him an instant slap to the arm from Ochako.
“Don’t say it like that!” she scolds, and he rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath.
The two of them launch into banter about how he completely ruined the approach, but you can’t be bothered by it. You sit completely still, the sound of their bickering fading into the background as you get lost in your own head.
Your mind races, trying to process what they are actually asking. They want you to become a part of their world. The intimate and private world of their relationship. You can't understand why or what made them choose you. Sure, you’ve known them a long time, but there are plenty of options out there. Even better options—
“Hey. Stop overthinking it. You have that stupid look on your face.”
Suddenly, Katsuki is right there. He flicks your forehead, the sharp sting snapping you right out of your trance.
“Ouch! Did you really have to—” You rub the sore spot, turning to glare at him, but the words die right in your throat.
He has shifted down the couch, moving to sit right next to you. He extends his arm casually, placing it along the back of the sofa — so close it’s practically brushing your shoulders. Katsuki always takes up space when he sits, spreading his legs wide, but right now, his proximity is doing things to your heart rate that you don't want to admit.
Your eyes involuntarily drop from his face, tracing down the line of his chest until your gaze lands squarely on his lap. Through the fabric of his sweatpants, the distinct print of his dick is impossible to miss. A sudden flash of warmth hits your face, making you lick your lips without meaning to.
“Are you okay?” Ochako’s voice calls out from the other side of the table, pulling your eyes away.
She has a worried expression, her mouth moving as she explains something else to you, but you can’t focus on a single syllable.
All you can look at is the way her plump lips move. Your gaze then slips lower, tracing down the exposed skin of her neck to where her V-neck shirt dips low. The cut offers a perfect view of her chest — full, soft, and shifting slightly with every movement of her hands.
“…just let us know what you think about it,” she finishes on a gentle voice.
You blink at her, totally confused, the sudden realization hitting you: you haven’t heard a single word of her explanation.
“Uhm… sorry,” you apologize, a hot blush creeping up your neck as you look down at your own lap in shame.
“Oh, are you okay?”
She slides closer, leaning towards you. Before you can look up, she places her hand over your thigh.
The warmth of her palm seeps through your clothes, and your breath hitches.
The touch is higher up than a normal friend would ever place it. It isn't a reassuring pat, and it definitely isn't making you feel at ease. Her fingers rest a mere inch away from slipping right under the hem of your shorts and you are close to losing yourself.
Yep, not reassuring at all. And maybe, that is not her intention.
“I just— sorry, I haven’t paid attention to what you just said,” you say, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.
“Oh, it’s alright, silly,” Ochako says with a sweet smile, but there's something carrying through her voice that sounds almost ironic. Something mocking.
Did you just imagine that?
“Actually… I was wondering how you could even hear me if you’re only staring at my tits,” she chuckles. When you look up, her eyes have a mean, playful glint in them.
“No— I didn’t—“
“Oh, I saw it too,” Katsuki’s voice chimes in right beside your ear, and you don’t even need to turn around to know he’s smirking. “And I also saw how you were staring at my lap,” he adds, making Ochako let out a faked, surprised gasp.
“Is it true?” she asks, looking entirely too curious as she suddenly shifts closer on the cushion. Her hand starts to slowly creep under the hem of your shorts.
What the hell is happening right now?
“I’m sorry, I am really… My head is just a mess right now,” you try to explain yourself, leaning back to put some distance between you and Ochako. You really don't like how fast your heart is beating, or how your pussy literally throbbed the second her fingers brushed your skin.
But as luck would have it, your back hits right against Katsuki’s chest, trapping you completely between the two of them with nowhere to escape.
His hands move up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place while his lips slowly drag against your earlobe, making your breath instantly catch in your throat.
“We can help you clear your head right now… also, we can see how well we work when it comes to intimacy,” she offers gently.
“It’s tiring to just sit here and deal with those feelings, right?” Ochako suggests, her hands moving to your hips, massaging the tight muscle to offer a bit of comfort.
“Wha— what?” you ask, completely caught off guard as your heart rate picks up even more. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea…”
Your mind instantly races to one thing: friends didn’t fuck each other.
This could easily ruin everything between the three of you, and you care about them way too deeply to risk that. You’d suffer so much if things went south. You need them in your life. Yeah, it is beyond tempting to have them this close to you, but should you really throw away years of solid friendship just for a selfish thought?
“It’s a very good idea, actually,” Ochako interrupts your spiraling train of thought.
“Me and Kats know you very well… on all levels. We know what you like.” She leans in a bit closer, her hand raising up until her fingers dip slowly under your shorts again, making you jolt slightly on the spot.
Your face must be completely red by now.
Your chest heaves as you look back and forth between them, still trying to think straight… yeah… let’s actually weigh the options here. The good part? You are one hundred percent sure you’d receive the absolute best sex of your entire life. The bad part? Your friendship could get totally ruined.
It is so hard to make a rational decision when you’ve always found both of them ridiculously hot, and them together as a couple is even hotter. You’ve heard their drunk stories about the crazy sex they have and how creative they get in bed. Should you really throw away a friendship just to see what being loved like that actually feels like?
“You’re worrying way too much about it,” Ochako says softly, your flushed face giving her every single answer she needs.
“You really think we didn’t consider the bad outcomes before bringing this up?” Katsuki asks, sounding amused. “Nothing is going to change between us. If anythin’? It’s just gonna get better.”
Yeah.
How silly of you to panic.
Of course they thought this through. It’s a huge decision for them too. They wouldn’t have just proposed the idea if they hadn’t already weighed the risks.
You pause for a moment, letting the silence stretch.
Then—
“…okay. Let’s do that…” you finally reply.
Ochako’s smile instantly grows bigger, and Katsuki’s grip on your waist tightens, pulling you back tighter against him.
“I knew you’d see it my way…” she winks at you playfully. “If you want to stop at any time, you just let us know.”
“I will,” you nod, almost impatient now.
“That’s a good girl,” Ochako whispers against your lips before dragging you into a kiss by your hips.
Despite how friendly and kind she always acts in daily life, her way of kissing completely takes your breath away. She doesn't start slow or gentle at all, she immediately bites down on your lower lip and shoves her tongue straight into your mouth, making you moan right against her lips.
You get way too lost in her kiss to notice Bakugou’s calloused hand creeping up your cheek until he gently forces your head to turn towards him, pulling you into a deep kiss of his own. You breathe hard through your nose, whimpering and moaning against his mouth while Ochako drags her mouth down to your neck, immediately starting to suck and leave marks on your skin.
Her sharp little bites make you jump and instinctively rub your hips back against Katsuki’s crotch, earning a low grunt from him. He pushes his hips back against your ass in response, making you gasp and pull away from his lips.
“F-fuck,” Katsuki gasps out, still grinding his dick right against your ass through his pants while you rest your head back on his shoulder to give Ochako better access to your neck.
“Can we keep going?” Ochako asks carefully as she tilts her head up, her lips red, swollen, and plump from kissing you so hard.
“Please,” you nod weakly, completely at their mercy.
“Good,” she smiles, looking deeply satisfied, though her eyes carry an unreadable, dark edge.
“Let’s get these off,” she says in a cool, commanding tone you never thought she possessed, her hands moving directly to your shirt.
She grabs the hem and effortlessly pulls it right over your head, while Katsuki’s hands move down to the waist of your shorts, quickly unbuttoning them. You eagerly slide your legs out of them, and he lets out a low chuckle against your neck.
“Excited, huh?” he teases, his voice gruff and deep as his lips brush your ear again.
“Shut up,” you whine, making Ochako chuckle softly.
She starts kneading your bare breasts in her palms, pushing her own chest flush against yours and making you let out a deep sigh.
She catches your mouth again, pulling you into another messy kiss, spit dribbling down your chin as she bites and sucks on your tongue. Your hands immediately fly up to her hair, gripping the soft strands and pulling her closer as you let her scent completely invade you.
She parts her legs and sits herself right on your thigh, starting to grind her clothed pussy against your leg while she keeps kissing you senseless.
Katsuki moves behind you, one of his large hands slipping down into your underwear to start rubbing your clit, making you jump a little. The sudden movement causes Ochako to let out a loud moan as the new angle hits her sensitive spot just right against your thigh.
His fingers drag lower until he finally parts your wet folds, grazing his fingertips over your sensitive skin and making you squirm all over again.
You pull one of your hands away from Ochako’s hair and reach around towards Katsuki, grabbing a handful of his blonde spikes to make him look up at you.
You pull away from Ochako's mouth for a second to catch your breath.
“C-can you two kiss?” you stammer out, your cheeks turning bright red the moment the request leaves your mouth.
Katsuki smirks up at you.
“Would that turn you on?” he teases, whispering it right against your skin.
“Yes,” you admit, lazily resting your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder.
Ochako smirks knowingly but doesn’t say a word. Her hand reaches up to grab the front of Katsuki’s shirt, pulling him straight into her.
You watch, completely fascinated, as their lips collide right in front of you. You watch their tongues slide in and out of each other's mouths, taking in every single bite, every wet lick, and every low moan that escapes their throats while they make out right over you.
Your breath catches when you suddenly feel Ochako’s hand slide down your stomach and into your underwear. Her finger grazes Katsuki’s, guiding his hand to line up at your entrance —which is already leaking and completely slippery for them.
You feel two entirely different sets of fingers nudging against your tight opening: one rough, thick, and the other smaller and softer.
You let out a deep moan as you feel them push inside you at the exact same time.
The wet sounds of their kisses, their low moans, and the rhythm of them moving inside you leaves you totally breathless and shaking on the couch.
Then, as if it isn’t already overwhelming enough, you feel Katsuki start kissing down your neck again, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, while Ochako wraps her warm lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking aggressively.
Her mouth completely swallows your breast while Katsuki uses his free hand to squeeze and knead the other one, all while they keep pumping their fingers in and out of your wet cunt, loud squelching sounds filling the quiet room.
You feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as they hit your sweet spot over and over. Katsuki’s thick fingers are reaching deep inside you while Ochako’s keep pressure on your clit.
The intense rhythm finally drives you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure straight up your spine, as your vision becomes a bit blurry.
Your back arches off Katsuki’s chest as a strangled cry tears from your throat. Your walls clamp down hard around their fingers, pulsing uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” Katsuki mutters against your neck, his fingers working through the contractions to pull everything you have to offer.
Once you start coming down from your high, Ochako slowly pulls her fingers free, followed closely by Katsuki. She gently places a stray hair behind your ear as she leans closer. Her warm breath fans across your lips while you try to catch your breath.
“Now,” Ochako whispers, a lazy smirk spreading across her face, “Ready to see how good Katsuki fucks me?”
heh kinda early, but i was wondering if you could do the classic brothers best friend trope but instead of a brother, make it a sister and the friend would be ochaco?
older sister's best friend drummer!ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!
your garage had been your older sister’s band’s practice spot since you could remember, music playing throughout the house at all times of day and night— oftentimes resulting in both her and her friends getting scolded by your mom. with time, your house became the default hangout spot, so it wasn’t unusual to find some of your sister’s bandmates casually lounging around. you basically grew up with them.
and it was probably the most cliché of clichés, getting a big fat crush on one of them— ochako uraraka, the band’s drummer. in your eyes, she had always been the textbook definition of cool, and childish admiration soon turned into something much, much hotter.
you don’t know how long you’ll be able to survive with these barely containable feelings, especially when she just keeps showing up like…this. on your couch, in a tiny top and even shorter shorts to fight the scalding heat of the season. yeah, surely someone up above wanted to kill you today.
“oh, hey y/n!” ochako greets you with a big smile. “wanna watch some tv? i’m sooooooo bored.”
“where’s my sister?” you asked, circling the couch to go grab a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. “don’t tell me she’s still at her boyfriend’s? i though i’d heard her this morning.”
“hm?” she turns around. “hey can you throw me one?” she makes grabby hands at you, and you laugh before tossing a grape in her direction. she successfully catches it, plopping it into her mouth. “—to answer your question,” she mumbles with her mouth full, “she’s going to get kyouka because her car broke down, and since she usueally picks up mina, your sister has to detour to her house as well.”
“jees, she’s getting the full tour of the city,” you snort. “tell me about it,” ochako shakes her head. “i told her she could’ve just told me to come later, but then she said that you were home and could’ve kept me company.”
you raise a brow, skeptical. “did she say that? is she actually capable of saying nice things about me?”
“nope,” she giggles. “she just said you were home, i drew the conclusion from it that you might’ve been good company.” there’s something in the way she says it that makes you falter, heat creeping up your neck, and you pray she doesn’t notice how flustered you became just from her words.
“o-oh…” you shake it off with a chuckle, then try to come up with a way to change the topic. “uhm, i put up that poster you gave me! thanks for that, by the way, it’s so cool and it looks so good. i put it on the wall where my record player is.”
ochako beams at that. “really? would you like to show me?”
oh, how that backfired.
the thought of ochako being in your room has you stalling once more, your brain filled with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be having right now. you realize you’ve been waiting too long to reply when she tilts her head. “s-sure!” you finally croak out. “o-of course, let’s go upstairs.”
“i’m sorry for the mess,” you look over your shoulder as you open the door to your bedroom. “i still haven’t finished unpacking so…yeah, it’s not too pretty.”
you weren’t exaggerating. since coming back from uni, you’ve been grabbing the clothes you wanted to wear directly from your suitcase, uncaringly dropping what you didn’t need on the floor. the only thing you did was putting back up your posters and other decorations, as well as reorganizing your figures and manga volumes on the shelves— it was still very much a work in progress, though.
“don’t worry!” ochako chuckled reassuringly from behind you. “you should see mine, even when i don’t have stuff to unpack.”
rambling is your only way to ignore just how fucking nervous you are at the moment. sure, ochako has been in your room before, but the two of you were never quite alone like this. it was either her, kyouka and mina dropping by to say hi when they came to practice, or to slip you a jell-o shot - or two…or three - during parties.
this…this was much different.
“well, i see you’ve unpacked the essentials only.”
and you’re about to come up with a playful reply before you’re following her line of sight, your face contorting into an expression of pure horror when your gaze falls on the vibrator lying on your unmade bed, only half-hidden by the sheets but still very unmistakably vibrator-shaped.
you want to die.
no, you need to die. like right now, with the floor cracking beneath your feet and sucking you into the depths of the earth.
“ah, uhm…t-that’s…i-i don’t…” you whimpering, overwhelmed by shame as ochako simply looks at you, clearly trying to fight back a laugh as she watches you squirm, not wanting to make you feel any worse. “i-i’m so sorry! this is so embarrassing,” you scramble to the bed, trying to hide it under as many pillows you can, hands shaking as you fumble with them.
ochako can’t hold back, bursting into laughter, doubled over with both hands clutching her stomach. the fact that you look like you’re about to throw up doesn’t help. “oh my gosh, sorry, sorry,” she wipes away a tear. “that’s…that was too funny, sorry. but there’s nothing to be ashamed of! if that makes you feel better, i own a few of those myself, it’s completely normal!”
you’re kneeling on the bed, hand still clutching a pillow as you look back at her. she has toys too? if you weren’t mortified enough before, the image of ochako touching herself is—
“stupid boys weren’t treating you right?”
when did she get on the bed!?
she’s sitting right next to you, so close you can smell her perfume mixed with a bit of sweat from the heat, big brown eyes staring right into yours. rosy lips stretched into a grin. you’re pretty sure she can hear how loudly you gulp.
“ah, t-that’s not—”
“or maybe girls?” she leans in, her nose only a breath away from yours.
your heart shouldn’t be beating so fast, the sound of your own blood thundering in your ears, and you’re not sure if you’re more scared or embarrassingly turned on. “i haven’t, uhm…i-i don’t really…”
admitting that you’re a virgin would surely make you look like even more of a loser. sure, there was some rubbing situation once, with an equally as intoxicated girl who was a year your senior at a party, but nothing more. because that girl wasn’t ochako.
“hm? no one, really? oh, poor girl,” she coos, and the faux sympathy in her voice has your thighs clenching together. “and i’m sure your…friend doesn’t satiate you enough, am i right?”
you can only nod.
“i can fix that.”
and you’re not sure how you end up with your shorts and panties discarded to the floor, shirt bunched up to let your tits spill free, red marks decorating the skin. ochako’s kiss is like a drug, obliterating any rational neuron in your brain and overriding it with something primal and depraved.
“oh, look at her,” she holds your thighs apart, marveling at the thick coat of glistening slick on your cunt, drooling hole clenching around nothing. “already so puffy and needy…no one’s been giving her the attentions she deserves, am i right?”
your chest heaves with panting breaths, ochako’s calloused hands manhandling your thighs is a sight that makes every fantasy you’ve ever had pale compared to the real thing. she isn’t even looking at you, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear to get even closer as she talks to your pussy, breath fanning over your sensitive core as her thumb spreads your folds.
“chako…” you call her name in a shaky whimper, but it quickly turns into a loud sob when three of her fingers come smacking! flat down on your poor cunt. your legs instinctively close shut, but she doesn’t let you, wrenching them open once more. “i wasn’t talking to you,” she chides. “i was talking to her. now, where were we—”
the sound of the front door opening downstairs has the both of your bristling. “ochako? ochako, are you still here? i brought mina and kyouka!”
you almost fall off the bed as you rush to grab your clothes and fix yourself, while ochako calmly gets up and stops on your doorway. “yeah, i was in the bathroom! i’ll be down in a minute!” she turns to you then, making sure you see her putting in her mouth those same fingers that had been coated in your juices only moments ago, licking them clean.
“thanks for keeping me company,” she chirps. “i’ll come by to say goodbye later. don’t miss me too much, ‘kay?”
┊┊a/n. i don't really know how much older ochako is 3 years at best? her and reader are a senior and a freshman in college respectively? dunno man...i wish i could've made this longer but i was revising for my exam the whole day...wish me luck for tomorrow chat :(((
your fingers tremble at the two lines on the test. izuku outside whilst cooking some bacon for you.
he had just became a licenced hero. how will he react? will he even be happy? will this run his dream into the ground?
just as a tear slipped down your cheek, theres a gentle knock on the door. dammit, "baby? you okay in there?" the knob turns. in a panic you hide the test behind your back, tucking it into your shorts. "mhm, I'm fine," you whisper, locking eyes with him as he opens the door. he almost immediately notices your red eyes and shaky expression.
"what happened? are you okay?" he asks, striding forward and taking your face in his hands.
"nothing, nothing... just... thinking" you assure, forcing a smile that he can see right through. he frowns, placing a hand on your back then--
"whats this?" izuku asks, feeling the stick against his hand. "a-ah-!" you stutter, trying to pull away but his black whip catches you, pulling you toward him. it reaches under your shirt and takes the test out from your shorts.
it lands in his hand, then he freezes, eyes wide in shock. "y-you..." he whispers, mouth hanging open.
the pure adrenaline and nerves in your body, makes you burst into tears, hands slapping over your mouth. "please don't be mad..." you whimper. he looks at you, eyebrows knitted together. "mad? why would I be mad?" he asks, a hint of hurt in his voice at the fact you think he'd be mad...
"this is... what I've always wanted. a family with you, hon." he assures, hands cupping your pale and wet cheeks, wiping your tears.
you look up at him, sniffling. "promise you're not mad?" you ask. he scoffs, "of course I promise!" his hands drift to yours, squeezing them gently. "we're in the together, okay?"
when you look down, he puts a finger under your chin and makes you look up at him.
"together?"
you chuckle.
"together."
BAKUGO KATSUKI
you sat in the doctors office waiting room, leg bouncing up and down, the scent of hand sanitizer and cleaning supplies overbearing in your lungs. you'd been sick for almost 2 weeks now, and after a lot of fighting and arguing, he'd dragged you to the doctors for a test.
you knew bakugo was so hellbent on being the number 1 hero. if you were pregnant, then maybe this would ruin everything he had going for him. the thought made you sick.
"ms. y/n," a soft voice called. you glanced up, standing and going into the room with bakugo behind you. you take a seat, then the doctor opens the file.
"and it should be right here... oh! the test came as positive, congratulations! we'll assign you to doctor..." her voice slowly fades out as time slows for you. you slowly glance at bakugo, who is already looking at you. you're surprised when you see he doesn't have an ounce of anger or frustration in his eyes, just softness. his hand reached for yours, fingers intertwining.
the drive home was super silent. you're sitting there, slowly turning into a nervous wreck. right as you're on the verge of tears, his hand squeezes yours. "I like the name yuri." he whispers, "huh?" you ask, shocked. "for a girl. I also like tadashi for a boy."
he glances at you when you're silent. "hey," he whispers, his face soft. "we're doing this together. I hope you dont forget that." you nod, looking back at the road.
he really would be a great father.
OCHAKO URARAKA
uraraka was leaning against her counter, eating a bowl of chips when there's a knock on the door. she pauses, skiddying over to answer it.
there, is a nervous and shaking you. "what happened? you look pale," she asks, taking you inside. you still haven't said a word, just standing behind her with wide eyes.
she turns to meet you, eyes wide with confusion as her hand brushes your arm. "you remember... that night with __?" she pauses, then nods. theres a couple more momentd of silence, then her eyes go wide as she realizes what you mean.
"what?! did you take a test at least?" she gasps. you nod, holding up a test with two bold lines, unable to hold in your tears anymore. she takes the tests and analyzes it for a moment, then frowns at your state. "aw, honey..." she pulls you in for a tight hug, letting you cry on her shoulder with her free hand running up and down your back.
"it's okay.. no need to cry about it, everything is gonna be fine," she whispers comfortingly into your ear, gently kissing the side of your hair. "wh-what am I gonna do?" you sob, she winces, "you'll be fine, did you tell him at least?" you shake your head, "no," you say, "not yet,"
she gently sways you two to the couch, sitting down and wiping your tears. "lets take some deep breaths and we'll call him together, okay? I'll go make you some tea." you nod, and she presses a kiss to the top of your head and steps into the kitchen to grab your favorite tea.
you already know she's gonna be the favorite aunt.
SHOTO TODOROKI
sitting on the edge of the tub, you bit your thumbnail as your leg bounced against the marble floors. shoto stood in front of you, petting your hair and keeping his gaze locked on the test that's face down against the counter.
your fingers dug into your scalp, trying to calm your racing heart as your moment is interrupted by the loud blaring of your phone alarm. you reach to turn it off then meet shoto's eyes, quietly speaking, "you do it." he nods, then flips the test.
for a moment, his emotion is unrecognizable, then a soft smile spreads over his face. he hands the test to you, then you see it's positive. you're in shock for a moment, but now more relieved that you see he's happy about it.
"I've always wanted this," he admits, sitting next to you in the tub, "I've been dreaming of it since we met... I want a girl, a girl that has your face and my eyes," he goes on a rampage for the next 5 minutes. you can't help but smile back and fight your tears as you see just how in love this man is with you.
after booking a doctors appointment together, you spend the rest of the night on your apartment roof, talking baby names and nursery ideas.
first request I've gotten in a while! I tried, but my imagination isn't all that.. I hope you like it mwah
yes & double yes ❤︎ @.ochako uraraka · 1s smau. girlfriend! ochako x fem! reader. established relationship. fluff. mention of skipping meals. “babe” & “baby” usage. ochako is buff and no i’m not taking criticism on that. short n sweet.
can i have top!ochako where there on vacation to the beach with their 1-A friends but fem!reader is teasing tf outta her and ochako goes full freaky deaky on her in their hotel room?
(lowk inspired from ur other one but i tried changing the plot js a bit) 🤗🩷
Challenging Me?
༉‧₊˚. summary: bratty!reader teasing gf!ochako at the beach and gets a lesson back at the hotel
༉‧₊˚. warning/s: wlw smut, mdni, 18+, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingering, use of strap, top!ochako, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, use f petnames
༉‧₊˚. w/c: 3.1k~
The sun beat down on the private beach stretch the class had rented for the week. Waves crashed steadily in the background while laughter and shouting filled the air. Most of Class 1-A had scattered—some in the water, others sprawled on towels. You and Ochako had claimed a shaded spot near the rocks, but you’d spent the last three hours making sure she couldn’t relax for a single second.
You leaned over her towel, droplets from your wet hair landing on her stomach as she tried to read. “You’re looking a little flushed, Ochako. Sure it’s just the sun?”
She glanced up, cheeks already pink. “Y/N.”
“What?” You grinned, dragging a finger along the edge of her bikini top. “Just making sure my girlfriend isn’t overheating. Wouldn’t want you floating off again like yesterday.”
Ochako’s eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. You’d been at it all day—brushing against her in the water, whispering filthy little comments when no one was looking, pressing your thigh between hers while you “helped” apply sunscreen. She’d been patient. Barely.
By the time the group headed back to the hotel for dinner, her patience had worn thin.
The elevator ride up to your shared room was quiet. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ochako grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pressing your back against the wall.
“You’ve been a real pain in the ass today,” she said, voice low. Her usual soft tone had an edge to it now. She tapped you with her fingertips—Quirk activated—and your feet left the floor, floating inches off the ground.
You smirked, heart racing. “Finally. Thought you’d never snap.”
Ochako floated you across the room and dropped you onto the bed. You bounced once before she was on you, knees bracketing your hips, hands pinning your wrists above your head. She deactivated her Quirk so gravity settled again, her weight keeping you in place.
“You think it’s funny, teasing me in front of everyone?” She leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Rubbing up against me in the water like that. Telling me how wet you were while Mina was two feet away.”
You shivered, biting your lip. “Maybe I do.”
Ochako’s hand slid down your body, yanking the knot of your bikini top loose with one tug. The fabric fell away. She palmed your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it hardened.
“Brat,” she muttered. She shifted lower, mouth latching onto your other nipple, sucking hard. You arched off the bed with a sharp gasp. She didn’t let up, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark. “You’re gonna stay right here and take it. No tapping out. Got it?”
“Yeah—fuck, yeah.”
She stripped the rest of your bikini off efficiently, then stood up long enough to shed her own. The sight of her—sun-kissed skin, determined expression—made heat pool low in your stomach.
Ochako climbed back on top, this time facing away from you in a reverse straddle. She hooked your thighs over her shoulders and lowered herself onto your face without warning.
“Get to work, Y/N.”
You groaned into her, tongue sliding through her soaked folds immediately. She was dripping. All that teasing had clearly affected her more than she let on. You licked and sucked eagerly, focusing on her clit while she rocked her hips against your mouth.
Ochako moaned softly, then leaned forward. Her fingers spread you open before two slid inside you without preamble. You moaned louder against her, the vibration making her thighs tense.
“That’s it,” she breathed, pumping her fingers deep and steady. “Keep that pretty mouth busy.”
She added a third finger, curling them perfectly against that spot inside you. Your legs shook around her shoulders. She ground down harder on your tongue, chasing her own pleasure while driving you closer to the edge.
You tried to warn her you were close, but it came out muffled. Ochako didn’t stop. She rubbed your clit with her thumb in tight circles until you came hard around her fingers, hips jerking up, moaning into her pussy.
She rode out your orgasm, then lifted off your face just enough to let you breathe. Her fingers kept moving slowly inside you, dragging out the aftershocks.
“Already cumming?” She sounded amused. “We’re nowhere near done.”
She flipped around, settling between your legs this time. Without giving you time to recover, she pushed your thighs apart and buried her face in you. Her tongue was relentless—lapping, sucking, fucking into you while two fingers continued their steady thrust.
You grabbed at her hair, thighs trying to close around her head. “O-Ochako— shit— too soon—”
She pinned your hips down with surprising strength. “You can take it. You wanted this, remember?”
The overstimulation hit fast. Every lick sent sparks shooting up your spine. You writhed under her, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Ochako hummed against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back.
When she sucked hard on your clit, you came again with a broken cry, back arching off the bed. She didn’t pull away. She kept licking you through it until you were shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Ochako finally sat up, lips shiny, looking far too satisfied. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“On your stomach.”
You rolled over on shaky limbs. Ochako grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your hips, tilting your ass up. She straddled your thighs, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down.
You heard the soft click of the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then two slick fingers pressed against your ass.
“Relax, Y/N,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss your spine. “You’re gonna take these too.”
She worked one finger in slowly, then the second, scissoring gently while her other hand reached around to play with your clit. The dual sensation had you moaning into the mattress, pushing back against her hand.
“Greedy,” she teased, adding a third finger. “Look at you. Still trying to get more after cumming twice.”
You whimpered when she pulled her fingers out. The blunt head of the strap she’d pulled from her suitcase pressed against your pussy instead. She’d packed it. Of course she had.
Ochako pushed in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out deep. You gasped at the stretch, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck— Ochako—”
She gripped your hips and started fucking you in earnest—deep, rolling strokes that made the bed creak. Each thrust pushed you harder into the pillow, ass raised perfectly for her.
“You like pushing me until I snap?” she asked, voice breathy but steady. She reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. “This what you wanted?”
“Yes— God, yes—”
She fucked you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. One hand slipped under you again, rubbing your clit in time with her thrusts. Your third orgasm built fast, almost painfully.
“Don’t hold back,” she ordered. “Cum for me.”
You shattered again, clenching hard around the strap, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Ochako kept going, fucking you through it until your legs gave out.
She pulled out and flipped you onto your back. Her face was flushed, hair messy, but her eyes were still hungry. She pushed your legs up and over her shoulders, folding you in half as she slid back inside.
This angle was brutal. She hit deep with every thrust, grinding against your clit. You were oversensitive, sobbing quietly with each drag of her cock inside you.
“Too much?” she asked, not slowing down.
You shook your head, tears slipping down your temples. “D-don’t stop—”
Ochako smiled, dark and satisfied. She pinned your wrists again and leaned in close, fucking you with short, punishing thrusts.
“Gonna cum one more time for me, Y/N. Then I’ll let you rest.”
You didn’t think you could, but she worked your clit steadily, never breaking rhythm. The pressure built again—sharp and overwhelming. When it finally broke, your whole body seized, a silent cry stuck in your throat.
Ochako groaned softly as she came too, hips stuttering against you before she collapsed, still buried deep.
For a long minute, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. She eventually pulled out carefully and untangled your limbs, pulling you into her chest.
“You okay?” she asked, voice soft again. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your back.
You nodded weakly against her neck. “Yeah. Fuck… you went hard.”
“You earned it.” She kissed your temple, a small smirk in her voice. “Keep teasing me tomorrow and we’ll see what happens.”
You laughed breathlessly, already sore and satisfied. “Challenge accepted.”
