A/N: Soooooo sorry this has taken forever. I went on one vacation and was overthinking the rest of what I was going to do with this story and lost track of it. But here we are. I can’t say this chapter is one of my best because I did rush it a little, but it moves the story along so as long as we all still like it, I’ll keep writing :D
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Synopsis: Katsuki and Ochaco are not on vacation.
Warnings: P in V, cowgirl, scratching, cuss words of course, barely proofread
This wasn’t a vacation. That’s at least what Ochaco tried to tell herself. They were going undercover as tourists, yes, but that was about as “fun” as it was supposed to get. They were supposed to be tailing several members of this crime syndicate that liked to hide in plain sight. Easy for pretend tourists to be nearby. But they were meant to be paying attention to their surroundings, not playing around. That’s what Katsuki said when he briefed all of them. He wasn’t taking a usual surveillance crew for this mission, as they were in high demand but it was definitely going to test the skills of the crew he did choose. He also said he trusted this team if shit were to go down without causing too much damage. Their main objective was to blend in and listen closely. Shoji was great for surveillance but he was so noticeable most of the time even in a disguise. He would be farther away directing everyone else on who to listen to. They already had some intel on some of the villains but not all so it was their job to blend in from the start which was why when Katuski picked her up, she already had an electric blue bob and long nails to match.
“Is that you, princess?” He demanded, face blank with tamed shock.
She blushed. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, just different. You understood the assignment, I like it.” He smirked.
She chuckled with relief as he drove onto the highway. “And what about you? I’ll have to get used to this dark hair.”
He had temporarily dyed his hair jet black and slicked it down. “Yeah, yeah. It’s weird for me for sure. I also got contacts to put in.” Later she would find out they were blue. She would also learn that she loved the way he would look even though the contacts mixed with his regular eye color gave his eyes a mostly purple tint instead. And she would find out that he really liked her with acrylics. "These nails are really doing something for me. Kami wouldn't ever do this, even for fun." Ochaco didn't feel the weird pinch in her chest that she usually felt whenever he mentioned his wife. Somehow she didn't feel bothered. And that somewhat bothered her. After they had left the party together a week before, she'd replayed the events in her head again and again. It was sloppy, passionate,nearly romantic for her, despite how sore she was afterwards. But Katsuki wasn't romantic and she didn't think she needed him to be or even wanted him to be. They had an amazing sexual relationship and that's all there was to it but she got a glimpse of him she never thought she'd see. In some way he cared about what she could give him and do for him, and that was amazing for her confidence. Not to mention what she was getting in return.
When she raked her nails over his chest their first night there, she briefly thought to herself again that this wasn't a vacation but when would she get another chance to do this? They were in the middle of New York City, thousands of miles from home where no one knew who they were past the people that came with them and she wanted nothing more than to just be who she wanted, even for a moment. His abs tightened as he pulled a breath through his teeth as he watched her hands slide down his body. "These hotel walls can be thin, doll. You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to hold out on me." He had kept the contacts in at her request and she felt feverish as those mauve irises slid up to her.
“We are just…” she was scratching him lightly, tracing their names with her nail as she spoke, “…two people on vacation. Or at least that’s what our cover is. We should play the part.”
The look in his eyes was suddenly dangerous, focused and lusty. “Then what are you waiting for?”
She grinned. “Relax, we have all night.”
He grinned back. “Really, we don’t. We have to get some rest to be good at our jobs, even just surveillance.”
“Really?” She leaned forward and started to dot soft kisses on his chest.
She could hear him exhale through his nose. “Yeah, you know this.” He squirmed a bit and she could tell he was getting impatient. His fingers were tightening and loosening reflexively where he held on to her.
She sat back up and positioned herself right over his cock. She slowly slid back and forth over it and she watched his jaw twitch. “But what if I have a hot man in my bed and I want him to fuck my brains out?”
He gritted his teeth. “Then you should stop teasing him and let him do that.”
She chuckled. “He can do it any time he wants.”
He shook his head as he took in a shaky breath. “Maybe he wants you to take the lead, show him how you want to be fucked.”
She bit her lip and bent down to bring her lips to his ear. “But…he already knows,” she whispered.
He moved faster than she could comprehend, gripping the back of her head to make their lips meet. Whatever laugh that rose up at his eagerness died in her throat as he licked into her mouth and passed his hand over her already wet lips. She tugged his lip between her teeth making him groan. He slapped her ass in response. She immediately took his cock in her hand and started to stroke him. He briefly threw his head back then lifted his head to watch her motions. She bit her lip watching him pant in pleasure. He met her eyes, the purple getting dark as he reached up and placed a hand on her throat. As they kissed again, she guided him into her. She slid down his length, gliding easily down to his pelvis. They both moaned into each other’s mouths. He rested his forehead against hers.
“How are you this wet?” He demanded.
“Because I love fucking you,” she panted out. “Even just the thought of it just-” He interrupted her with a hot kiss as he pistoned up into her. Whatever she was saying was lost to the both of them as they submitted to the desperate motions of their bodies working together. Her nails dug into his shoulders while he fucked her practically senseless. She let go of any worries for the moment, surrendering to her physical feelings. They moved wildly against each other, breathing hard, sweat beading on both of their bodies. He moved her hips against his hard as he left one finger rubbing fiercely over her clit.
She laid on his chest, her body useless as her peak rushed closer and closer. He rolled them over, putting her on her back. He laid flush against her, pushing her legs up to her chest. She was flexible, she made sure of it as part of her hero training. What she wasn’t prepared for was the angle he proceeded to pound into her at. He was so deep, his hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. She was breathless.
He grinned as sweat dripped down his chin onto her chest. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is what you love?”
She bit her lip, her head bobbing limply. “Yes, yes, yes.” She didn’t know if she was answering him or just whispering his praise but she knew he needed to hear it. She was riding a high she didn’t know she could reach. And as her eyes rolled back in her head, silence, except for the wet sounds their bodies were making, filled the room. Her voice was caught in her throat while he watched her rise and fall in concentration.
She grunted, her voice rough as it came out, her orgasm spearing through her and spreading like molten metal.
“Jesus, look at you,” Katsuki panted. He wasn’t far behind. His thrusts were shorter, not making his way fully out. She could only hold on to the hotel sheets as he found his own release. He moaned long and loud as he finally pulled out of her at the last minute, shooting white hot across her stomach. He exhaled as he rolled onto his back. “I’ll get you a towel in a second, I just have to catch my breath.”
She laughed silently. “That was good. We should definitely try some role playing.”
“Shit, you might be right. I’m definitely making the most of those nails while you have them. I’m going to look like I got into a fight with a cat all week.” He peeked at her from the corner of his eye, the side of his mouth raised into a close lipped smile.
She grinned back. “I’m game if you keep those contacts in.”
They made good on that when they could between their hero work. It was exhilarating for Ochaco, knowing that every night she was going to sneak into Katsuki’s room or he would sneak into hers. She would miss a couple of hours of sleep but ultimately she decided it was worth it. She was on cloud nine up until their last night. Katsuki had told her he would come to her room around midnight. She was already showered and lounging around by 11:30. She was flipping through movie channels when her phone dinged. She quickly pulled the phone up to her face, thinking it was a text. Sometimes he had special instructions for her like beforehand. But it wasn't a text at all. It was a notification, a reminder that made her stomach feel worse than when she used her quirk for too long. She froze, now scared like a deer in headlights. When she remembered how to breath, her fingers went to type a shaky message to Bakugo.
I'm really tired and our flight is really early. Raincheck?
She tried to calm herself but this wasn't something she could just brush off. She opened the app and swallowed hard, counting the days over and over. But no matter how she sliced it, her period was five days late.
A/N: I...I don’t have much to say about this one. It’s filth, no excuses hahah but I wanted to give yall the smut so here’s the smut. Barely proofread of course.
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Warnings: 18+ content MDNI Plz, smut, angst, bathroom sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), masturbation, mentions of cheating, cheating
Synopsis: Katsuki and Ochaco are “working” late.
3 months before the party
"Late night again?"
Katsuki looked up and saw Shoto in the doorway of his office. "Oh yeah," he shrugged.
"Ever the perfectionist." He tilted his head.
"Unless you want to stay and help plan this party with me."
"Not my strong suit at all," Shoto quickly shook his head. "Don't work yourself too hard. I just told Uraraka the same thing. She's still here too."
Now that piqued his interest. "Good night."
Katsuki was waiting for a night like this. He knew she still stayed late sometimes. But not late enough. But he was waiting for this. He didn't really have a lot to do with the planning of the celebration. Yaoyorozu had her hands all over that with Mina and Jiroh. He was really calculating the budget but that didn't need to take him all night. He had heard around that Ochaco would still be around sometimes after everyone left. He'd been staying late since. Just so he could find a moment with her. Give them some time to talk. Without trying to waste anymore time, he hopped up and half jogged over to her office. He checked inside. The light was on but she was not there. He smirked and took off towards the elevators. Maybe this would be his lucky night after all. He hoped he'd find her exactly where he planned to look first. He didn't knock this time, didn't wait, but he pushed the door open slowly. He could hear her. She was giving in to her impulses again. He grinned hearing the soft moans leaving her mouth. He stepped into the bathroom and slowly made his way past all the stalls, checking for signs of her in each one. He kept going, surprised to find she didn't seem to be in any of them. He came around the last stall and his eyebrow rose in shock. There she was, displayed on the couch, all flushed pink curves and smooth skin. She reminded him of a peach. She wasn't naked, her clothes hanging off her, pulled up or down. Her legs were open wide, one held up by her arm. She was furiously fingering herself. She was... pretty, he decided. He never necessarily thought she was ugly. He just never really thought about her. Seeing her like this, unrestrained, made his blood run hot. The noises coming out of her were sweet, high-pitched. Her eyes were shut tight, picturing whatever she needed to to get off. He had never caught, nor did he ever think he would catch, Kami like this. But Ochaco was bearing all to him and he was getting harder by the minute.
Finally, her eyes popped open and she froze.
His lips tugged up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're so full of shit."
"What the fuck, Bakugo?" Still she hadn't moved as outraged as she sounded. Three of her fingers were still plugged deep into her pussy. "Why are you in here?" She was breathless.
"Oh no, princess. You wanted me to catch you like this. If not me, someone. You're out in the open now. You haven't even tried to cover yourself." He licked his lips, his eyes roaming over her slowly. "If this is all for me, baby, I'll take it." His eyes finally settled back on hers and the way she looked, the best word he could use to describe the expression in her eyes was wild. He could swear her hand twitched, the one deep inside her. "And no porn this time?" He sauntered closer. "What were you thinking about that has you this worked up?" There was still some space between them but his hand could easily reach out and touch her and that's what he did. He gave her a light tap on the ass and her whole body jumped. Still she hadn't moved. Now that he was closer he could see the slick running down from her still stuffed hole, leaking to her ass crack and onto the couch. "You have no type of shame do you? Oh if Deku could see you like this... making a mess…and thinking about me." He leaned closer, further inspecting her.
"Bakugo," she squirmed, sounded whiny. "I wasn't." She didn't sound convincing. She sounded like she knew she was caught. And she was. "I just needed-"
"Listen, princess," he cut her eyes with a look. He was leaning forward in front of her, hands on his knees so they were at eye level. "I told you before we can help each other out. I'm not gonna air your dirty laundry. You're horny and so am I. Especially now that I've seen you like this." He sucked in a breath between his teeth. "It doesn't make you a bad person for following your urges. I think it's worse if you don't follow them. You end up like this." He gestured at her. "Everything that happens, anything that happens, stays between us. Now unless you tell me no, I'm gonna taste you and make you come." He looked her dead in her eyes and she still looked shell shocked. She only shivered in response. As much as he wanted to taste her right away, he stayed still and it took all of his willpower to do so. He needed to hear it. "Well?" He asked, pushing for what he wanted to hear. "Do you want me or not?"
Her chest heaved as they stared at each other. It was quiet so long, he was going to push again until she finally spoke in a small voice. "Yes."
That was all he needed. He leaned forward, pulling her hand out of her, making delicious wet sounds. He touched her lips, feeling how soft and slick they were. They were red and he thought of how long, how rough she must've been playing with herself. The thought made his mouth water. He gave her a light slap there and she jumped again. So sensitive, he thought. Good. He got on his knees then and gave her a gentle kiss right over her clit and she yelped. He chuckled to himself and after giving one more kiss, his tongue slipped out and slid in between her lips. Her legs slid as her body fell a bit lax. He shook his head but didn't move his tongue away. He took her thighs in his hands, pushing them back as he dove deeper, flicking his tongue up and over her clit back and forth. A short high-pitched noise fell out of her mouth that sounded like pure surprise. He wanted to hear more. He angled closer, flattening his tongue over her. Now she sounded strangled. He would take it.
He only stopped for a second to say, "hold your leg back."
She did as she was told, her chest pumping hard as she tried to catch her breath for the moment she had. Once her arm was securely around the back of her knee, he was right back at her lips bringing his fingers along with him. He slipped one long finger in as he licked over her clit again.
"Oh my...God," her words were halted coming out, as if her throat was blocked or strained. Her hips started to move, minute thrusts towards his mouth. He moaned in his throat as he slipped in another finger. He didn't hear anything but he could feel her body tensing. He looked up just in time to see her eyes roll back. At some point she had put her rolled up shirt in her mouth and was biting down on it to keep herself quiet. He would have to change that if they were actually going to do this. He wanted her loud and wild like he knew she wanted to be.
"Oh, wait," he leaned back, looking at her thoughtfully.
Her face contorted painfully as if she couldn't believe he'd stop. He loved seeing how needy she looked already.
"Bakugo," she said his name like a warning and he laughed.
"You, greedy woman, were three fingers deep. I know mine are a little bigger than yours but is that what you want? Will three of my fingers make you come?" He teased.
She nodded frantically. She must've been close already. He chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. You gotta tell me. I need to hear you say it."
She opened her mouth, letting the shirt fall out, gulping before she spoke. "Yes. I want three fingers so bad. I want-" she cut herself off with a moan. Hearing the desperation in her voice, he had already obliged, a grunt sounding deep in his throat.
He leaned into her, getting the leverage to fuck her with his fingers but he didn't even need to. This time, her hips thrusts were more pronounced as she practically fucked herself onto him. She really was close. He could feel her clamping down again, her abs tensing. She grabbed onto the back of his head, which surprised him and simultaneously turned him on even more. Fuck yes. "Come for me, princess," he muttered lowly, quickly as he watched her watch him until she was losing it. Her eyes rolled back again and her head fell back as her hips worked hard. A yell rose out of her throat, quick and loud as her orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into the back of his head as her body stuttered. She panted as her hips faltered, twitching to a stop. Finally she loosened her grip on him and he grinned as he moved back, removing his fingers. "Jesus, princess, you didn't have to stab me." He rubbed his scalp.
She looked down looking mortified. "Sorry, it's just been so long, I…" she trailed off and he could see her lost in thought. He could see that fear was rising up, about to overtake her now that she came.
He stood and pinched her chin between his still sticky fingers. He looked at her and offered her the only thing he had to give at this point. "Hey. You want to come on my cock?" He watched her eyes glaze over as she thought about it. She gave him a small nod, so small he considered that it may not be a nod but it was enough. "Perfect," he muttered. He pulled her up quickly and she barely stood upright on her wobbly legs. Just as quickly for her sake, he traded places with her, plopping down on the couch and pulling her on top of him. He made quick work of his zipper, pulling himself out. Then he raised himself up to pull out the condom in his back pocket and slid that on.
He looked up at her, his red eyes bright with excitement. "You sure this is what you want? No going back."
She bit her lip and nodded, this time more sure. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a fierce kiss. She kissed him back, their tongues meeting. He liked that she wasn't afraid to kiss him after he just went down on her. He nipped at her full pouty lips and she tugged on his bottom one with her teeth. "Shit," he hissed. "You ready?" She nodded, looking dazed and desperate. He chuckled. "Come on, then. Ride me." He instructed.
She sank down onto him slowly and noises rose out of both of their throats. Her moan punctuated the air with his hiss as the undertone for it. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. He grabbed on tight to her hips.
She nodded as she rose up and crashed back down. "Yes, you make me so fucking wet. Oh God," she said as she started to ride him in earnest. She took him in easily like the greedy girl he knew her to be.
He grabbed her chin again and made her look at him. "You like this, don't you?"
She nodded again but it looked more like her head was just bobbing with the way she was bouncing on him. "Yes, this is what I've wanted." Her eyes were half shut and he grinned in satisfaction.
"You want more?"
When she didn't answer right away, he cupped her neck. "Answer me, princess."
"Fuck. Yes," she cried out as she raked her nails over his shirt.
He adjusted himself so he could piston his hips meeting her sloppy bouncing with precision thrusts. She was wailing with pleasure, her fingers balling up his shirt. Normally, he would tell her to stop. It was an expensive shirt and he did not like wrinkles. But at that moment he didn't care. He was fucking up into her tight wet paradise that he couldn't believe felt this good even with a condom on. Not only was she going to make him come, she was going to make him come fast. He gritted his teeth. No she wasn't, not without him making her come again first.
He slowed down his thrusts and put a hand on her back to pull her nearly flush against him. He leaned forward, putting his mouth around one puckered nipple. She moaned at the contact, her back arching, pushing her closer. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh while his other hand slithered between them to find her clit. His fingers played over it and he felt her react immediately.
"Bakugo," she whimpered. "I wanna come again."
He huffed out a laugh as he went to take her other nipple. "Come then." She fell apart rather quickly and once she was limp against him, he followed suit, thrusting up into her until stars were exploding behind his eyelids. "Fuck," he panted into her ear.
For a while they laid there, limp hot bodies against each other. It was almost... peaceful for Katsuki. Until Ochaco suddenly sat up.
"Oh my fucking god!" She exclaimed. She started trying to get herself off of him but her limbs were clumsy.
"Hey, hey! Stop flailing like that. What the hell is wrong?"
Finally she was on her feet, pulling her skirt back down. "What's wrong? Everything! I just cheated on Deku." She put her hands on her cheek like she was in Home Alone. He could see that she was about ready to cry. He sighed sitting up.
"Ochaco-"
"No. I don't want to hear another word from you. Listening to you is a bad idea." Having fixed her clothes, she moved in front of a mirror to fix her hair.
"I told you there was no going back, princess." He shrugged.
"Do not call me that." She looked so...pouty. More sad than angry. Okay, he could understand the feeling but their lives were set. What was done, was done. Still she declared, "This never happened.". She didn't wait for an answer before she stormed off.
He sighed as he watched her walk away. It wasn't that he didn't feel bad. He just felt... trapped more. And for a brief moment, Ochaco provided an escape. If that was all he got, he was grateful for that much.
Here it is!!! 🥵🥵🥵 I'm gonna leave this here poorly formatted and poorly edited because I'm tired of it and just want to post! I've been feeling fairly self conscious about my writing so that's partially to blame for the delay but I always meant to come back to it. I'm almost posting pt 8 today too!
Summary: After Bakugo has a bad date, he calls Ochaco. Married, cheating, aged up AU.
Warnings: naked people, bad words, I don't think there's actual sex in this one but it gets close. Mentions of cheating, cheating
The weather was actually nice. The coffee shop was quaint. Katsuki wished he could enjoy it in peace but no such luck.
"Katsuki, when was the last time you and Kami had a date?"
He cringed internally, shrugged, and pulled his tea up to his lips. "It's been awhile."
His publicist, Miku, frowned. "It's been months. What was our agreement? You have to keep up appearances. Crime is down, Heroes are up. We have to remind the people who you are, otherwise you fall in the rankings."
When his publicist called him to meet up at this cafe that morning, he knew all this was coming but he didn't expect how little he would care. He used to chase after his place in the rankings. He wanted to be number one so bad. He loved having the public acknowledgment of everyone else knowing that he was just as great a hero as he knew he was. But he found himself thinking lately what’s a lower ranking matter? If any part of his secret came out, his place would plummet but he hadn't seen Ochaco in days, weeks. Not in the office or outside of it. He wasn't going to push her but he didn't like it. That’s what he found himself caring more about.
"Is everything okay?" She went on. "Any reason why there hasn't been any dates?" He couldn’t tell if she was genuinely interested in him and his love life or if she just wanted to hear what she wanted to hear.
"No, we're just being lazy at home. I just got back from my trip. We're just busy and tired, that's all." The lies formed easily and he realized maybe he'd been lying about his relationship well before his affair.
"Hmm," he didn't know if she bought it but she pushed on. He couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses. "Well, go on a date soon, Katsuki and let me know when so we can have the paparazzi come and 'surprise' you." She rose from her seat and he followed suit.
"We'll go tonight, I swear."
"Thanks." And she was gone.
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“Hey, Momo invited me to a movie and if I leave now, we can catch the next showing.” Kami was already grabbing her purse.
Katsuki shifted his eyes up to her, surprised. He was still working on his dinner while hers sat half-finished. He worked to chew and swallow so he could answer. “Oh okay. You want me to drop you off or-”
“Nah, she’s already on her way. She’ll be here in a bit.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and was flying out the door.
He was still sitting there after Kami's rushed exit and briefly considered why she left for a movie in such a hurry. She had looked a little irritated and…frantic? Was that the right word? Anxious? Maybe even eager. Different possibilities crossed his mind, the most recurring one being was she cheating too? Would Kami cheat? He didn't know. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. What he did know was that at that moment there was someone else she wanted to be with. His mind only drifted back to Ochaco who he hadn't seen or heard from in days still. Did he miss her? Surely he missed the way her pussy felt. Or the way she moaned because of him. Or how big her ass was. Not her smile or the way she always had to cuddle him after sex no matter how brief or how she was always listening to him even when he was just ranting. And definitely not how much her face screwed up when she was putting him in his place.
Before he knew it, he was in her message thread, looking to their last couple of texts. Just one word check ins. Fuck. He hit the icon of the phone and then it was ringing.
It rang so long, he told himself if it went to voicemail, he would let it be, let it all die. Forget her. But just when his sorrow was ready to overtake him, she picked up. His sorrow? Jeez, he was dramatic.
"Bakugo?"
Bakugo. Ugh. "Hey princess."
There was a pause. "What's up?"
God, this was painful. He decided to get straight to the point. "You busy?"
"Um, not really."
"Come over to my place."
"Really? Where's Kami?"
"Catching a movie."
"Hmm."
"Come on."
Another lengthy pause. He decided his head would start hurting if she paused again.
But finally she answered. “Alright, sure.”
He was waving the waitress over for the check already.
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“Approaching the house: Ochaco Uraraka,” the security system announced. Ochaco could hear it loud and clear from the front stoop and that made her foot tap even faster. She hadn’t seen him in weeks. How was this going to go? She played it cool on the phone but Katsuki could read her like a large print book. She had been wanting to talk to him, tell him the truth but couldn't bring herself to.
She was so distracted that she jumped when the door unlocked. He pulled it open wide and her jaw nearly dropped. He was standing in front of her in only black silk pajama bottoms and a glass of red wine in one hand. His hair looked damp from a recent shower, hanging over his forehead just brushing his lashes. He was stoic as he took her in and she nearly reached up to wipe at the corners of her mouth thinking she had to be drooling already. He was so sexy just standing there. He took a moment to appraise her. She had to be turning red the way his gaze lingered on her legs. Yes, she wore a mini skirt to see him. Whether it was wise or not remained to be seen.
He jerked his head, one motion made to tell her to come inside. She stumbled behind him through the foyer and up the stairs.
“Glass of wine?” He offered softly once they were at the top.
“Uh, sure,” She figured she would need it to calm her nerves.
She wasn’t sure if she should follow him into the kitchen so she just stood on the carpeted edge and watched as he poured another glass from the bottle already on the counter. He ambled out of the kitchen. “You can sit if you’d like. The furniture really isn’t for show like everyone thinks.” He was smirking as he handed her the glass. “I would prefer it if you didn’t spill the wine though. I try to keep it easy on the cleaning crew.”
He was being so calm and conversational that it confused Ochaco. Was he really not mad that she’d been ignoring him forever? He sat next to her but far enough away that he could look at her straight on. He took another sip before speaking again. “Why so quiet? Would you rather be somewhere else?”
She had started to sip while he spoke but put her hand up to dismiss what he was saying while her mouth was full of the dry liquid. She set her glass down. “No, no. It’s just been awhile.”
“And whose fault is that?” He smirked over the lip of the glass, sipping again. “What’s going on with you?”
Although his question wasn’t really accusatory (surprisingly), she was still nervous to answer it. “Nothing, I’ve just been thinking.”
“About?”
“About what we’ve been doing. This isn’t the best thing for us to do, you know?”
He fixed her with a long look before setting his empty glass down. He leaned forward as he spoke to her. “When will you stop thinking that I’m just impulsive and dumb? I know I haven’t proved that a whole lot in school, but Ochaco, I’m a grown man.” She almost shivered under his gaze. “I think about this shit a lot more than you think.” He was still speaking plainly to her. No venom, just facts. She felt a trickle of guilt. Was she undermining or underestimating him for her own sake? Was that fair?
She sighed. “I’m sorry, Katsuki. I’m just nervous.”
He nodded. “I get it.” She looked away from him and he leaned forward, taking her chin. “Hey. It’s nothing more than a bit of fun, right? I’m having a good time and I know you are too. And it’s not just you, you know, at risk. We all have something at stake here. So we’re being careful. Relax for me.”
She was listening to him, taking in deep breaths to calm herself a bit more.
“Calm now? Okay, now let’s go upstairs.” He led her by hand up to the large master bedroom that she’d seen once or twice. She admired the circular California king in the middle. The sheets matched his pajamas and she was jealous of the silky black, thinking how amazing it must be to sleep on. “Get naked and lay face down, princess.” He suddenly commanded. She only stared at him until he rolled his eyes. “You’re obviously tense, I’m giving you a massage. Now strip and get on the bed.” He pointed at the bed as he moved into the bathroom off to the side.
She was still a little shaky as she set her things down and quickly flopped down onto the bed. She wouldn’t look at him from where she lay. She just listened to the bathroom door close and felt his weight dip the bed. She jumped when something cold and wet dripped onto her back.
“Massage oil,” he muttered. “Smell it.” He brought his hand around to her face. It was some kind of lavender and mint mixture. She hummed in appreciation as he started working on her back, his hands gliding up to her shoulders and back down easily. He added pressure little by little to various spots on her back and it felt like heaven. She tried to hold in all the moans and groans she was desperate to release. She didn’t want him to know how bad she needed or wanted this but as always he knew her better than she thought she did. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You can express that much.” He chuckled.
Still she kept quiet. She knew where even the smallest thing such as making noise could go. He was rubbing circles over her ass cheeks, his touch as tantalizing and tempting as always. As much as she hoped he wouldn’t just tease her, his fingers skated around her opening without ever touching her lips. She hated how her heart was racing over it. As he moved down to her thighs she was cursing herself thinking of all the different ways he could be touching and teasing her. But he moved down, eventually making it to her feet. She was very ticklish and she tensed as he lifted one of her feet into his hands. He held it and pressed his thumbs into her sole. An involuntary groan slipped out of her and she heard him chuckle.
"There we go," he muttered.
He moved onto the other foot and she felt her shoulders loosen. She stretched her arms above her head.
"I told you before that this was all about pleasure. You need to loosen up and stop worrying about feeling guilty or embarrassed for just feeling good." He moved away from her feet. His hands were on her hip, sliding around to her front and lifting. She took the hint and rolled onto her back. She instantly had the urge to cover herself and shivered. He sat back, staring at her.
"Katsuki," she whined.
"This is what I mean, Princess. I want you to be shameless, just like the first time I caught you in the bathroom."
She settled for covering her face and he scoffed. She could feel him lean over her and he tugged gently on her hands.
"Ochaco,” She couldn’t decipher the look on his face when she peeked up at him. “Is it so hard to admit that you like what I do to you?”
It wasn’t a rhetorical question and the longer she looked at him, the hotter her face got. She felt like he wasn’t just looking at her but looking into her. It was like he could see everything she didn’t show, everything she was trying to hide. “Yes!” She asserted finally.
He was perplexed. “Why? I’ll gladly tell you everything you do to me.”
She stopped, her interest and curiosity piqued. “And what’s that?”
He grinned, chuckled. “I knew you’d bite. With you I feel…free.” He rolled away from her onto his back. “Free to do what I want. I've never been so spoiled. I feel like you want me. It's a different feeling to know that someone likes exactly what I can give them." She couldn't see his whole face, only his profile and his expression was soft, an almost dreamy look in his eye. "You might be the first person who hasn't asked me to change everything about myself." Finally he turned his head to look at her and he looked…blurry.
Her eyes were misty despite herself. She blinked rapidly trying to quell this feeling.
He rolled onto his side facing her head on. He didn't push or prod or try to wipe away her tears like Deku would do. He just let her feel. "Your turn."
She shook her head, almost deciding against speaking about this stuff. But he'd already done it. Already laid himself on the line in front of her. She wasn't the naked one just then, he was. She owed him this much. "You make me feel…normal and not like a princess despite what you call me. You look at me and you see the real me and you…like that. And I like that you like that.” He was blurring again and she sat up quickly. “Oh God,” she whimpered as she wiped at her eyes. She was freaking out and she still had to tell him why she disappeared for so long. “Katsuki, I-” He rose up beside her. He was close, too close, his shoulder brushing hers. His lips were inches from hers. He murmured her name, his wine-scented breath wafted over her lips. He waited for her to speak but she’d lost her voice, staring between his eyes and lips.
He started to speak. She wanted to stop him but her fear wouldn’t let her. “Doll, if you need to hear it,” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “There’s no place I’d rather be, no one I’d rather fuck.” He met her eyes, dark and glazed. “I have no regrets.” She could tell. God, she could tell. His voice didn’t shake, nor did his gaze waver. He would give her anything and everything at that moment.
It’s me! I’m back! I went on vacation to Jamaica and honestly didn’t want to come back and when I did come back, I didn’t feel like writing. Anyhoo I’m back with the smut and tiny itty bitty bit of fluff for you guys. If you’re still reading my work, thanks for the support and please don’t be afraid to leave feedback. I’m writing to practice and I would love the notes. And of course as always, I barely proofread :D
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Synopsis: Katsuki tells Ochaco how he feels and she doesn’t know how to feel about it.
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, drunkish sex (they have a couple drinks), cheating, language (probably), bdsm themes (Ochaco gets tied up and blindfolded, they use stoplight words), bit of angst
A week before the party
"This is one of my biggest fantasies, doll." Katsuki gave her a smirk that she couldn't see punctuated by him tightening the tie around her wrists. "You're spoiling me."
She only whimpered. She couldn't see at all. She agreed to be blindfolded. He had her on her knees, ass up, her chest pressed to the bed and he was tying her wrists up and to the thick wooden headboard. She resisted the urge to fidget. If he saw the smallest of movements, he'd slap her ass harder than usual.
"Mmm," he hummed as his hands slid over her hips. She could tell he still wasn't on the bed and it was killing her. Why wouldn't he just fuck her? They were in his house, in a guest bedroom that was rarely ever used. She was nervous thinking Kami could come home any minute even though she was visiting family out of town. "Katsuki," she whined before she could stop herself.
He sounded amused when he answered. "Yes, princess?"
"Hurry up…"
"I'm sorry, did you just rush me?" He gave her a tap on the ass, a warning.
She bit her lip, considering her answer.
"Answer me," he demanded after a moment of silence.
"Yes, I did. I'm nervous."
He gave her the slap she was expecting. "You need a lesson in trusting me and that's exactly what this is gonna be," he moved away from her and she could hear him shuffling around. She started getting nervous. She didn't realize she was tensing up until he spoke again. "Relax, princess, I won't hurt you. This is all about making us both feel good." She felt the bed dip with his weight and he was running his hands over the sides of her thighs. He curled his hands around the fronts of her thighs and was pulling them even farther apart. Then she felt his tongue start at her clit and drag up towards her ass cheeks. Her hips twitched in response and the moan that fell out of her mouth was out of her control, loud and needy.
He hummed, doing it again and again. She kept twitching, feeling so sensitive with nothing but that feeling to hold on to. Her fingers clenched the sheets as he wrapped his hands around her legs. She should have known things would get more intense. He was shaking his head, moving his tongue faster and it wasn't long before she was whining, keening.
"Holy shit," she whispered as she stilled. It was like the calm before the storm, before she was falling apart. Quickly after, she was shaking and convulsing against his face. He wouldn't stop even when she started whining again. She squirmed in an attempt to get away and he moved away from her, leaving another stinging slap on her ass. He didn't say a word as he moved back behind her. She could feel his condom-covered cock rubbing up against her entrance. He entered her swiftly, pushing in deep.
He grunted. "You just love holding me so tight, don't you?" He took his time sliding back out and sliding back in, groaning as he went. He was moving so impossibly slow, she started feeling tingles down her back. She felt so full, so complete. She felt his hands move around as he continued his strokes, one slid to her clit, the other gripping her ass cheek tight.
"Oh God," she whispered. She was so sensitive.
"Mmm," he pushed faster, circled faster, starting to slam into her the way he knew she liked.
She felt his chest cover her back and his lips nibbled on her ear. Her back arched into him as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. "Green, doll?"
She nodded but that wasn't enough.
"Gotta hear you," he mumbled.
She found her voice. "It's green, I'm green, I fucking love it, oh my God," her words were rushed and harsh.
She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. "Tell me who it belongs to."
Her voice caught in her throat again, her orgasm suddenly barreling towards her. He leaned back and pushed her down, her chest flat against the bed. He pounded into her and she felt as if all sense had left her. She was a babbling mess. She could only comprehensively utter his name.
"Say it again. Tell me who's the only person that makes you feel this way," he was gripping onto her tight and she knew they were both close.
"Katsuki!" She moaned, giving way to her delirium.
"Fuck, babe!" He bucked wildly, losing control and rhythm.
After he untied her and made sure she was okay, they collapsed next to each other to recover. "Was I right or was I right?" He quipped.
She rolled her eyes to him. "What are you talking about now?"
"You trusted me to make you feel good and I did, didn't I?" This wasn't new for her. Since they'd been sleeping together he was prone to having his cocky moments. He wasn't wrong. He made her come on a regular basis. She liked to challenge it though, bruise his ego a bit. "And I told you I'd make you scream my name," he went on.
"Okay, I don't think I was screaming."
"Either way, you were loud." He folded his arms up under his head. "I think you should just admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That I own your body," the cocky half grin on his face made her laugh.
"No fucking way."
"Seriously?" He sat up and leaned on his elbow facing her. "I know exactly how to make you come, doll."
"So what? That doesn't mean you suddenly own me. You do still have a wife by the way."
"In name only at this point," he huffed, getting somewhat serious.
That made her pause for a bit. "You're not…sleeping with Kami still?"
"Why would I?" He asked as if it was obvious. "You've been giving me what I want."
"Yeah but…" she couldn't explain what that thought did to her. To know she was the only one he was sleeping with while he was also the only person she'd been with in awhile was…satisfying.
"But nothing," he said when she trailed off. "I wasn't kidding earlier about you spoiling me. I know I spoil you too. But I just want to hear you say it," he grinned and it still surprised her to see him so amused. Still as she thought about it, she considered how fucked up their situation truly was.
"Katsuki, I'm not telling you that," she said with a smile on her face but he didn't think it was funny.
"You think you're still in love with him?"
His words stung like a sudden slap to the face. He was glowering at her and she couldn't understand the mood change.
"Katsuki, he's my husband."
He sat up and leaned even farther over her. "And yet you're here, asking me to give you everything he can't."
Though she was laying beneath him, she did everything she could not to shrink. "This…thing we've got, is just good sexual chemistry. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't mean suddenly my body belongs to you. I don't know what the hell your problem is but you need to get real." Before he could think of kicking her out she moved from beneath him and off the bed to start gathering her things.
"I am being real," he told her from where he lay. "Regardless of what you think is going on in your life, as far as I'm concerned, what we're doing, is the most real honest thing about it."
She scoffed as she made her way out of the room. He didn't follow after her, she didn't think he would. It wasn't really his style but somehow it didn't hurt any less.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxParty NightxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Katsuki nursed his second glass of champagne, still caught between trying to take care of his body and trying to ignore his feelings. The party turned out well. The decorations looked great. Plenty of important people and heroes showed. The food was good. All his work leading up to this night was paying off. Still, he felt kind of like shit. Not really in a party mood. When Kaminari approached him to congratulate him, he had given up on the happy facade he was using for the party.
"This shindig is amazing, Bakubro!"
"Thanks, Denki." His response was low-key and unexpected. It prompted Kaminari to look closer at his friend. "You alright? You know this party is a huge success. You should be having fun."
He laughed once humorlessly through his nose. "Yeah, yeah."
What's going on?" Kaminari asked seriously.
Katsuki swirled his champagne around and side-eyed him. "I'm a shit husband," he said absently.
"What do you mean?" The electric hero leaned in, hushing his voice.
Katsuki took a sip. "I've been having an affair. And I think I feel worse that I might've ruined it more than I do for having it."
"Wait, Bakubro, why-"
"Katsuki, I want to go home." He turned and Kami was standing next to him. He didn't know if she'd heard him but he wasn't in the mood to deal with it either way. "I'll get the valet to get the car." He waited, wanting to finish his drink.
She gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "No, no. You should stay. After all, you are number three. A lot of this is thanks to you." She kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
"Holy shit, did she hear you?" Kaminari was checking over his shoulder as if Kami might come back.
"No clue." He grew tired of conversing with Kaminari. He stepped away to go and find the bar. He had finished a scotch by the time Ochaco found him.
She gave him no greeting when she approached. A quick sidelong glance let him see that she was in a hot pink mermaid evening gown complete with ruffles. He shook his head slightly thinking of how her and Deku were fashion disasters. "My husband is taking your wife home," she slurred a bit and Katsuki looked full on at her. "Why aren't you taking your wife home?" She wanted to know.
"She told me to stay," he shrugged. She rolled her eyes.
"Well now who's taking me home?"
"You can wait for him."
"This is all your fault."
His eyebrows crashed together. "I didn't do anything."
"You should have taken her!"
He knew she'd had a drink or two. He knew he shouldn't stoop to her drunken level but it was probably the couple of drinks he had in him too that made him answer the way he did. "Maybe you should actually show an interest in your husband and he might be here ready to take your whiny ass home."
Her mouth fell open and she audibly gasped. She faced him full on and pulled on his arm to tug him closer. "How dare you?"
"Well how fucking dare you?" He hissed. "You don't get to berate me for being a bad husband and not chauffeur-ing my wife when your husband doesn't care to stick around you to begin with."
She gasped again, this time quietly. She looked like she might cry and it made his resolve crack. He sighed. "That's probably not true-"
"You're an asshole," she spoke over him. He fully expected a drink thrown at him but instead she turned on her heel and walked off. He let out a noise of frustration. Maybe he was an asshole. He followed behind her as she sashayed down an empty hall as quickly as she could manage in her matching hot pink heels.
"Ochaco, wait," he begged. She wouldn't stop but he caught up to her easily. He grabbed her wrist and she tugged away, turning to face him in the process. Her eyes looked teary but he couldn't tell in the dimly lit hall.
"It's not fair," her voice cracked and he thought he heard his heart crack for her at the same time. Before he could ask, she continued. "Why would he leave me here? With you?" He rolled his eyes. Okay that was dramatic and kind of offensive.
"You're not stranded. There's plenty of people here who can take you anywhere you'd want to go. If you hate me that much I'll just let you find someone else." He stuck out a thumb over his shoulder. He gave her a weak shrug as he waited for her to say something, anything. The longer the silence dragged, the more drained he felt. He liked her company. And he wished she did too. He turned to leave and he was a few steps away when she finally spoke.
"Why do you want me to belong to you?" Her voice was quiet, wobbly and he clenched his fists and eyes shut before he turned back to her.
He released all the tension from his muscles and walked back her way. "As far as I'm concerned, your body is already mine. I just want you to say it."
"Yeah but why? Why does it matter?"
"Because I'd know I'm not alone," he clenched his jaw. That felt like…too much. Too much to say, to reveal, but he was too intoxicated to care.
She was staring at him in surprise, her glassy eyes wide. "I…own your body." It wasn't really a question but it was uncertain.
He shrugged, looking away from her. "I think of no one else sexually now." With another pregnant pause between them, he grew embarrassed. "It's not really a big deal."
She shuffled forward, nearly tripping to get to him. He steadied her, his face pinched.
She leaned forward again, this time with her own momentum and they were kissing. He couldn’t change the look on his face that displayed his utter confusion when he leaned away from her.
“Take me,” she whispered to him.
He scoffed. “You’re drunk. Did you forget where we are?”
“Tipsy. And have you forgotten how long it’s been since the last time we had sex?”
He snorted. “It’s only been a week, you addict. Plus, you hated me last week for all this.”
She got all glassy and sniffly again. “Deku will never see me like you do.”
He secretly hoped she’d remember she said that. “And how do I see you?”
She bit her lip and dragged a finger down the plane of his neck to the open top button of his shirt. “As the sexy owner of your body.”
That made him smirk and they were kissing again. He didn’t know who moved first. Didn’t know whether he was pushing her or if she was pulling him into the empty dark room off to the side but they barely made their way in before clothes started to come off. His tie was gone, she had stepped out of her shoes, his jacket was forgotten somewhere. The room was completely empty but neither of them seemed to care as he laid her down on the carpet. Their movements were sloppy, hands slow, but eventually he found his way under her dress and into her with ease. It was always easy with her. He tried to get her to stop moaning at the top of her lungs but it was no use. So he kissed her again and again. He only stopped to watch her reach her peak and shake around him. His own finish caught him off guard as he stared at her sparkling dark eyes and pink cheeks. He nearly forgot himself and pulled out quickly, shooting onto her dress. He panted out an apology, mortified.
She smiled big and laughed quietly to his surprise. "It's okay. Really, it's okay. Nothing could ruin this for me right now."
Something felt warm in the pit of his stomach and it prompted him to kiss her again. "Let's get you home."
A/N: Again, this is just filth. I’ve surprised myself. And I apologize I know I keep going back and forth with who gets called what but it’s hard with the last name stuff you know? I’m not Japanese. But this is for funsies and you hope you all enjoy and know that it’s barely proofread like always.
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Synopsis: Ochaco gets marriage counseling and it doesn’t really help
Warnings: 18+ content MDNI, smut, p in v, outdoor, oral (m receiving), lying, cheating, mentions of cheating, light choking (literally), cuss words of course, angst if you love Deku
2 months before the party
She was grumpy and she didn't want to admit why. She sat there arms crossed when she was supposed to be open. Deku would never judge her or hate her. She knew that. But even as the marriage counselor gently prodded and Deku stared at her with those big eyes of his, she couldn't make herself say it completely. She would have to admit everything that came with it. When she asked for counseling, she didn't tell him what she'd done. She just said there's some things she wanted to say with someone who could help them navigate their feelings. She admitted that she had different sexual fantasies that didn't involve Deku and that she wanted more from him. But that was all she would say.
"So Ochaco, do you want to tell us about these fantasies?"
She huffed, pouting. She didn't want to say that her fantasies consisted of flashbacks of Bakugo fucking her in the bathroom. Just thinking about it, the way he touched her, made her wet automatically. The way he looked, he took off no clothes but his body underneath her was still magnificent. Under his shirt, she could still feel the planes and dips of his chest, his abs. The way he smiled up at her in pleasure, his eyes bright, watching her every move. The way he felt, his fingers, his cock, just as perfect as she believed it would be.
"Hey. Do you want to come on my cock?"
His words were on repeat and she turned red whenever she thought of them. She got exactly what he offered her and it was good. Better than good. It was pretty vanilla for their first time but the excitement of the danger alone was enticing in the moment. Not that she was excited about cheating on Deku. That's why they were here now with the marriage counselor in front of them.
"My fantasies are just...rougher and more exciting," she shrugged, not looking at anyone. "I want to try…different things like being tied up or choked or maybe even public sex. Not out in the open or anything just somewhere other than the bed at least." Her voice was small and she was beet red and she saw Deku trying not to cringe.
"And Izuku?" The marriage counselor turned to him. "Do you think you could supply that? Do you think you could give her the excitement she's looking for?"
He looked concerned. " I could try. It makes me nervous though. I don't want to hurt you or mess things up."
He looked at her with that adoration she came to expect but also with a hint of sadness. For a moment she worried he already knew. But there was no way right? It was only one time.
"No, I'm asking for it," she supplied in a rush.
"Yes, Izuku, there are plenty of safe ways to explore your sexualities and the fact that you care so much is a great trait to have already if you're to begin down this path."
Was it though, Ochaco thought. Maybe she needed someone to kind of disregard her. Not totally, but someone willing to treat her like the capable and consenting adult that she was. Someone to say she can handle it. She needed someone like...she stopped herself before she could solidify the thought. If she decided he was what she needed, she would never be the same.
Deku nodded but she could see the reluctance on his face. "We can try."
She knew he meant it but she had very little optimism.
She suppressed a sigh. "Yeah, that's good," she lied. His hold on her throat was perfectly fine. He pounded into her like she liked. He moaned as his eyes closed. He was getting close she already knew and she was ready for him to. He'd already made her come once. The sex started out good. He went down on her, tossed her on the bed, and told her to tell her what she wanted. But he usually made her come twice but this time, she wasn't quite feeling it. He was choking her and that was nice but he wasn't great at dirty talking and keeping up with being rough with her. He just wasn't. And she liked that about him. Or she thought she did. She was unsure of herself as he warned her he was coming.
When he rolled off to the side, he turned his head to look at her.
"How was it?" He sounded nervous.
She took a deep breath before answering. "It was...better." Not quite a lie but it was enough. He smiled, satisfied to know he was improving. It pained her even more. She lifted herself from the bed under the pretense of getting a glass of water. She put on a nightie and made her way to the kitchen but she just leaned her elbows on the counter, her head in her hands. She tried to be patient, wanted to be but she couldn't help think of how Katsuki had fucked her. He already knew what to do. What if Deku never gave her that?
It shouldn't matter so much but she had seen greener grass, felt it.
She pulled out her phone and went back to the message thread she had been pondering over the last week. It only had two messages.
Hey. Sorry.
They had each other's numbers because they worked together but never had any reason to use them. The fact that he had said those two words surprised the hell out of her. So much so that she didn't know how to answer but now that she was standing unsatisfied in her kitchen, she knew what she wanted to say.
Don't be.
She finally made her way to getting a glass of water when her phone dinged. Cautiously she checked the notification.
Hmm. You're up late. Deku must've let you down 😏
She groaned almost mad at herself for texting him back but he was right. And he was the only person who would understand.
😔 He's doing his best
He answered quickly again.
🤣 Normally I wouldn't say this but his best isn't enough here, sweetheart.
She chewed on her lip thinking of her next answer when another text came through.
You need me.
Those words made her stomach drop. Before she could stop her fingers, they were typing.
I do
You need me fucking you just how you like it.
She almost moaned aloud and he texted again.
You're wet, aren't you?
She was, wasn't she? She reached down to feel it for herself and sure enough her finger came back sticky. She slowly wiped the finger up over her clit. How did you know?
I know what I do to you.
She chuckled to herself. So cocky. She couldn't find a reason for him not to be though. Her mind drifted and she imagined him bending her over the kitchen counter. She imagined how he would press himself against her ass and run his hands up and over her back to her neck. He'd pull her up and keep a hand on her throat, telling her to tell him how bad she wanted it.
When his next text came, she realized how long she had been in her thoughts.
You touching yourself already? You just can't get enough can you?
She was absently rubbing over her clit. Not yet.
Good. Wait.
Wait? Wait for what? Then her phone started ringing. It was him. She was nervous, her face red, her heart drumming against her chest. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before finally answering. "Hello?"
"Hey, princess." His voice was soft and deep, perfectly at ease.
She rolled her eyes at the nickname and that helped her relax some. "What do you want?"
"Funny. That's not how you were just texting me."
"Bakugo," she hissed. "This is different."
"What? Can he hear you?"
She peaked over her shoulder just in case. "No," she said but she kept her voice down.
"Can he see you?"
"No."
"Great. Then start touching yourself."
She balked. "Bakugo, I'm standing in my kitchen."
"And I want you so wet you have to mop later." His voice was so quiet, so serious that it was almost like he was next to her, speaking straight into her ear.
She toyed with her clit again. "I... I don't think I can do it."
He hummed in thought. "Then come here."
Fear and excitement seeped into her spine making her rigid. "What?"
"Come to my place."
"Where your wife lives? Right now?"
He chuckled, a low rumble. "Yes. Unless you're scared."
"Of course I'm scared! Why would I do that?" Just then, Deku was coming down the stairs. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and her heart rate was back up again.
"Because you want me to fuck you and make you come, that's why."
She hoped to God he couldn't hear that as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.
She was about to tell him off. She was going to tell him that it was too risky. "But-" He cut her off.
"Just come here. Have some trust, will you?"
She bit her lip just ask Deku whispered, "is everything okay?"
This was a bad idea. It had to be a bad idea. But then she said, "text me the address," right before she hung up.
She turned in Deku's arms just as he asked, "what's up?"
"Nothing really. Mina's just in crisis mode. A break up. I'm gonna check on her, maybe bring ice cream."
Oh his face crumpled sympathetically for the lie she made up about their friend. "Oh okay. Tell her I'm rooting for her." He gave her a peck and headed back up the stairs. He believed her lie.
Her phone dinged. Next, was going to see Katsuki at his house.
She tried everything to relax on the way there but nothing would quell her mounting anxiety. "Fuck," she muttered almost every five minutes. She was really doing this dumb stupid thing for sex! Still, she wouldn't turn around.
She knew she was close as she started driving basically up a mountain. She had been there maybe once before for a sleepover with Kami and the girls but it was rare that they invited anyone over. She vaguely remembered it and how the driveway went around behind the mountain with a house carved in it. She slowed down before she got closer to the house and turned her lights off for extra measure. She texted Bakugo that she was downstairs and he told her to park outside the garage around the back. When she did, it didn't take long for him to come outside. She rolled down the window when he approached.
"Get out of the car," he commanded.
She wanted to ask all sorts of questions but he told her to trust him so she did as she was told. Seeing him in full view, she admired his fit body in his all black attire. He was in black sneakers, black sweatpants and a black tank top. It wasn't cold out really but it wasn't warm either. Maybe a breezy 65°F night. He was standing with his legs apart, thick arms crossed as if he was a personal trainer getting ready to whip her into shape. He looked her up and down then asked, "back or front, sweetheart?"
"What?"
"Back or front?"
She had no idea what he was referring to but she didn't want to keep questioning him. "Back, I guess?"
His mouth quirked up into a smirk. He gave her another command. "Go around to your trunk then."
She went and he followed behind her.
"Bend over, put your hands on the trunk." She did as he asked, splaying her fingers over the cool metal. She could only hear him approaching her and then she felt his hands on her hips. "Um, Bakugo?"
"Yes, princess?" He answered distractedly. He slid his hands up under the nightie she was still wearing. She only threw on a pair of sweats under it.
"What are you doing?"
He hummed as his hands roamed over her skin. He pressed closer just like she had thought about. "You chose back."
She waited for him to explain further but then he didn't. "...And what does that mean?"
She felt his frame shake with a short laugh. "It means I bend you over your trunk and fuck you from the back," she could hear the smile in his voice.
"And if I had chosen front?" She swallowed. Just then, he did exactly as she imagined. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest.
He spoke right into her ear. "I would have sat you on your hood and fucked you missionary."
She shivered as his breath slid over her ear and his fingers on his other hand reached for her nipple. "What about Kami? Could she see us?"
She felt him shrug. "If she really wanted to look, sure."
"Fuck," she mumbled mostly to herself.
"But like I said, you can trust me." He pushed her forward again, keeping a hand on her back and hooking a finger in the waistband of her sweats. He snapped it against her skin before roughly pulling them down a short distance, just enough to expose her ass.
She gasped, feeling the cool night breeze on her bare skin. He gave her ass cheek a slap and it seemed to echo around them. She gasped again and her back arched, her ass pushing into him. He grabbed a handful of her ass cheek in one hand and hissed before slapping her ass again. Her head fell forward, her eyes closed.
"Doll, the way I'm about to fuck you..." At that moment he took his hands off of her but she didn't move, didn't look. She listened to the ruffling of his clothes and the ripping of foil. She kept her hands firmly planted on the truck even as he took hold of her again with one hand on her hip. The other must've held the cock that was suddenly rubbing against her entrance. His tip spread the wetness that already pooled between her legs around her hole and over her folds. "Still so fucking wet. I can feel it. You're gonna feel so good," he stated like an absolute fact. He lifted her ass slightly higher as he began to push into her. Her body threatened to go limp around him as he stretched her out. Her moan got caught in her throat as she sagged against the car. "Fuck, yes, babe." He grunted as his hips reared back. He snapped his hips forward, diving back deep into her dripping cunt. They moaned together. He reached forward, still keeping a steady thrusting pace, and placed his hands over hers. He leaned his weight on her back as he pushed her hands forward keeping them under his. Then he fucked her in earnest and though he worried she'd tense up, she did the opposite. She relaxed against him, powerless to him rocking into her body at a fierce pace. She lifted her ass to meet him, take him deeper.
He groaned as he bottomed out. "Fucking amazing," he gritted. He moved one hand to wrap around her throat. He whispered in her ear. "You're being way too quiet for me, princess."
"Don't…want… Kami to hear," she whined between thrusts.
"Oh really?" He pulled out for just a moment to soak his fingers with her cream before he brought his hand down to rub over her clit.
She moaned out loud but stopped shortly after the noise flew out of her throat. He leaned back to speak in her again, playing with her clit even harder. "Baby, I will make you scream for me at least once." He pounded into her, his cock unyielding in her warm soaked pussy. They could hear the sounds of them panting mixing in with the wet sounds of their body. Soon enough, she was starting to tense. Good. She started to whine as her hips moved up and down, she was grinding her ass over his dick. It felt amazing. "Fuck!" Katsuki bit out. Yet again, she was going to make him come faster than he thought he should. She was clenching over and over again on his dick and he was not going to last. He pushed down, putting more pressure on her clit and finally she buckled against him.
"Holy fuck," she exclaimed as her body convulsed around him.
Watching her lose it made him lose it too. He grunted, his head falling back as he succumbed to his release, his fingers flexing around her throat as he thrusted wildly into her.
Finally, they stilled, trying to catch their breath and regain their strength. When he finally pulled out and removed the condom, he turned her around to face him. He smirked at the hazy look on her face. "How was that?"
She nodded, still somewhat dazed. "Back was good."
He chuckled to himself, his smirk turning into a grin. She was great for his ego. He stepped in close, placing one hand on her waist, the other on her jaw. "If you want good dick, you know where to find me." He gave her a short languid kiss, his tongue swiping through her mouth. He was planning to leave her there, leaning most of her weight against her car but as he turned to go, she stopped him, a hand on his waistband.
"Wait," she wouldn't meet his eye but he quirked an eyebrow anyway. "There's...one more thing I want to do."
She sounded quiet, far away. What else could she possibly want to do? She looked spent. She pulled him back and turned them so that now he was leaning against the car. Once he saw her sliding to her knees, he tried to stop her. "Ochaco, wait-" it was half hearted but she pushed on regardless. He was still half hard and she took his length into her mouth. "Ochaco, seriously." He tried again but his voice was weak and her mouth was stronger. Maybe all the strength was in her upper body he thought because she was hollowing her cheeks and gripping the base and his balls. "Oh fuck," he was quickly hard again in her mouth but she adjusted well to the added length and thickness. He was almost to the back of her throat.
She pulled off of him with a pop just to say, "Deku almost never lets me do this but I've been wanting for some time now to see him fall apart because of my mouth." She sucked him all the way in and all the way back out. "You'll do though."
If he laughed, it was breathless. His chest moved with the action but nothing came out. She was circling the tip with his tongue and as amazing as he felt, he truly didn't believe he could come a second time so fast. "Princess, I don't think that's going to happen."
She stopped for a full second to look him dead in his eyes with her smoky ones. "Wanna bet?" She didn't wait for him to answer, she sucked his balls into her mouth while furiously stroking his length and he almost buckled under the pleasure.
"Jesus," he tangled his fingers in her. She went back to his cock, her tongue running from base to tip. She closed her mouth around him, taking him farther and sucking harder. The noises coming from him were higher pitched than she'd ever heard. His body started to buck and she reinforced her efforts, shifting to put more energy behind her motions. Her head was bobbing as she took him in and out quickly. She was pulling another orgasm out of him and he couldn't believe it. It hit so hard and fast, he had no time to warn her. He tried to pull her away but his muscles tensed out of his control. Luckily for him, she pulled herself closer letting him come in her mouth. It wasn't the best taste in the world but seeing him like that, mouth open, eyes shut tight, struggling to stay standing, it was worth it. He looked down at her just in time enough to see her swallow and wipe her mouth off. He helped get her to her feet and he pulled her into his chest, kissing her like he'd never see her again. She started giggling as he peppered kisses everywhere.
"Bakugo, stop, I'm ticklish."
"Not surprising," he muttered, slowly coming to a stop with the kisses. "And please, start calling me Katsuki. I think we're better acquainted now." He let her step back out of his embrace. "And plus, I'll have you screaming my name soon enough." He winked and stepped away from her car.
Me, shocked, checking the time on my last post for my fic. I'm sorry y'all 😂 I always knew I'd finish but didn't really have a timeline. But it's done now!
Guys, I have no good excuse. My friend hates me because I did not get things done for her birthday but here I am now trying to complete this story. I've never really finished any story so this is a feat in and of itself. I hope if you're still invested, you'll finish this out with me.
Synopsis: Aged up Married Pro hero!Deku and Bakugo.
Summary: Kami ends up in the hospital and everyone learns the truth.
Warnings: Some peril and danger, bit of angst and anger, cuss words I'm sure, barely proofread as always.
Katsuki stared at the ceiling, warring with himself. He was laying in bed on a rare day off, considering if he shouldn’t just go into work anyway. That was the reason for his restlessness, he tried to tell himself. Nothing else. Certainly not any sexy head fuck heroes.
He frowned. Sexy? He sighed. This was really doing his head in. He couldn’t actually hate her as much as he thought he wanted to. She disrespected him…right? The more he’d mulled over their argument, he knew in a way she was right. But why did it hurt? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hurt. But she was right so what was the problem? He of all people knew how to follow his head, not his heart. Yet somehow he couldn’t shake the sadness that speared through him so strong once he heard her confession. He had no rush to have kids with Kami. He wasn’t even sure about it with their lives as heroes. But knowing that a part of him, just a possibility of a different future, was gone just like that burned something deep in the pit of his stomach.
He shouldn’t care anymore. He and Kami were supposed to be working shit out. Getting back to normal. He found it fairly easy to agree with her. Maybe because he wanted someone back in his corner after everything that happened. He wasn’t sure if they could work the same again, but what did he have to lose? They had an amazing friendship already. Not many people could get under his skin like her and Deku. Well except…fuck. He needed a distraction but she was bound to be at the office. He rolled out of bed to start getting ready for the gym, pulling up the angriest playlist he could find.
Halfway through his workout, his phone started to ring. Kirishima was calling in the middle of the work day? This wasn’t unusual. He called every once in a while when Katsuki was off just to make conversation so he let it go to voicemail. But when he called again, he knew something might be up.
“Kirishima?” He answered. He could hear some noise and chaos in the back and tried to listen harder to his friend’s voice.
“Bakugo! Can you hear me now? There was an explosion at the agency.” He didn’t mince words. “It’s that terrorist group we had been keeping up with. We found the guy who infiltrated us and we…” He ran down more of the details while Katsuki struggled to process the turn of events.
An explosion? He started to kick himself for not going in to work after all. Damn pride. His friends and colleagues could have been killed! His ears rang and he started to see red as Kirishima called his name. His mouth ran dry. Fuck! “Did-did everyone-” He had to take a breath and start over. “Is everyone okay?”
“Yes, just a couple injuries. Kami is being rushed to the hospital though along with-”
“Which one?” Katsuki stormed. He was already grabbing keys and putting his shoes on. Kirishima rattled off the name of the hospital and Katsuki heard nothing else.
“What the hell?” Ochaco exclaimed and took off, Froppy running beside her. They had witnessed the explosion from blocks away where they were patrolling. When they finally reached the agency, Ochaco started to sort through the chaos. Criminals were being apprehended on the street and ambulances were on the way. Heroes were in varying states of distress, coughing from the dust of the rubble, feeling for injuries and checking on each other. “Is everyone okay?” She checked everyone she passed. “Hey, where’s-” Just as she was about to ask, Deku came running from deep in the building with an unconscious Kami in his arms. Her stomach dropped, not only seeing her look so limp but at Deku’s distress.
He was pushing past everyone, unshed tears waiting in his eyes. “Excuse me, she needs to go to the hospital.” His voice was shrill.
“Deku?” Ochaco questioned. He met her eyes and somehow she knew. She didn’t know what it was but something was there behind the fear in his eyes.
He looked like he was just recognizing her. He was frantic when he spoke.
“Bubble, I’m taking Kami to the hospital, okay? I found her unconscious. I gotta be quick. I trust you to make sure everyone’s safe.” He didn’t wait for a response before taking off, his quirk putting distance between them.
Over the time Kami was in the hospital, Deku was coming home late, ragged and worse for wear. The conflict in her warred, turning her mood sweet and sour when he finally returned home. He’d give her a light greeting and would go straight into his night time routine of brushing his teeth and taking off his shirt as he got into bed. He’d already been wearing sweats most days.
He’s just worried for his friend, she told herself. But she couldn’t shake that look of despair as she watched him care for her. When she agreed to work things out with Deku, she knew that things wouldn’t be the same for them. They’d both been pretty distant lately and when he said he wanted to talk, she was shaken. Worried that he was getting ready to tell her he knew everything and it was over. But this was Deku. He wanted to work on things, really work on them and after everything she’d been through with Katsuki, she was actually ready. It wasn’t easy. She considered that possibly he was having an affair too and seeing how he looked with Kami and knowing how much time he was spending at the hospital waiting for her to wake up made her a little nervous. But would Deku really do that? She had been so wrapped up in herself, she didn’t know if she would notice if he did. She hated herself for worrying about what he might be doing when she nearly had a child with another man and one of his best friend’s at that. After Kami woke up, she promised herself she would tell the whole truth.
When Deku flopped into bed that night, she asked how the patient was like she did every night.
“Oh, still the same. But the doctor’s are keeping an eye on her and they say her brain activity is still good. I’m really just playing bodyguard at this point.” He chuckled through his nose, his smile tired.
“Okay, that’s something. How is Katsuki doing?” She tried to keep her voice level.
“He’s Kacchan. He’ll come by for a couple hours and be all quiet and then will tell me to go home right before he leaves.”
Her heartbeat ratcheted as she asked the other question she’d been dying to. “Why are you staying so late?”
“I want someone to be there when she wakes up. I know Kacchan has been on the warpath trying to make sure all the criminals are caught. I think he’s been taking it pretty hard because he wasn’t working that day.”
Her heart squeezed for him. She wanted to comfort him, text him or something, but it seemed like such an odd thing to do. Getting comfort from your mistress while your wife is in the hospital. She didn’t like it. She would keep it to herself until she saw him again. “I’m off tomorrow so I’ll come by for a visit and keep you company.”
He smiled and to anyone who didn’t know him, it looked as sunny as ever. But she could see it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Guilt was eating Katsuki alive. He’d never felt this guilty in his life. Ever. And his pride was battling with him, keeping him from spending every waking moment at the hospital like Deku. His wife hadn’t woken up over the past few days and though the doctors were optimistic, he didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t wake up. He knew no one else would but he would definitely blame himself for sulking and not going to work all because he had to have that damn affair.
Please, wake up.
He sent up a silent prayer as he marched into the hospital.
“Mr. Bakugo,” he recognized the nurse that greeted him, she’d been there most of the days Kami had been. She always gave him a small smile. “Mr. Midoriya is already in with her. He’s so dedicated to his friend.” She said this in an almost dreamy way and he only nodded back, just anxious to get into his wife’s room.
He could see them through the glass and he could see, to his immense relief, that Kami was awake. He took a moment to clutch his chest and exhale the anxiety he’d been holding onto the past few days. He slowly opened the door, trying not to interrupt just yet and heard Deku’s teary words.
“This is the only way, you know.”
“The only way for what?”
“To fall out of love with you.”
“What?” Katsuki barked, causing them to jump. He was reeling. The rollercoaster of his emotions was overwhelming him. Deku? The nicest, most self sacrificing hero there was, and possibly his closest friend, was in love with his wife? What? “What’s going on here?” He couldn’t decide between relief or frustration at the turn of events. He was no saint but he never expected this from Deku. Maybe Kami but not Deku.
What was even worse was seeing Deku immediately stand and block his view of her. “Kacchan. Nothing’s going on.” He really was in love with her. He could see it in the way he stood. He was ready to take him down for her if it came to that. He should’ve known from how long he stayed in the hospital just waiting for her to wake up. He told him to go home a few times seeing the bags under his eyes and the worn look of his face. He hadn’t seen his friend look that distraught in a while. His fists balled and he tried to ignore the feelings of his own inadequacy. From the brief glimpse he caught of her, he could tell Kami had feelings for him too.
“You can’t tell me that. You just said you need to fall out of love with my wife. How could you fall in love with her in the first place?”
“Katsuki-” Kami tried to speak up but Deku spoke before she could really say anything. It was so like him to do. He was always protecting someone.
“Kami wants nothing to do with me. I thought we had a connection but I was wrong. She didn’t do anything.” Katuski searched his face, not sure if believed him but Deku seemed to think that was true. “She loves you.”
But she’s not in love with me. Not anymore. He scoffed. “Deku, I know you’re lying to me. You can either tell me what’s really going on or get the hell out of my face.” He was tired of the posturing. He wanted answers, not this savior mess. But Deku didn’t get out of the way, even as he stepped towards them.
Deku reached out and put his hands on his shoulders. “I’m telling you the truth. Don’t be angry with her.”
He was begging and that felt more condescending than it needed to. Like he was a wild animal at risk of running loose and destroying everything. And maybe that was exactly who he was at the end of the day. That’s how people have seen him long before this and that was how he continued to be. That’s how he got them all into the mess wasn’t it? Because he was so out of control that he chose to pursue his closest friend’s wife. It was that same wildness in him that led him to snap at Ochaco and run her away. His fists balled as his anger seeped out. “Who should I be angry with then? You? I can definitely be angry with you!” Maybe fighting with Deku was the exact thing he needed at that moment. He could take it but before he could make any moves, he heard Kami shout, “Katsuki, stop!”
Then he wasn’t in control anymore, his body stiffening and forcibly moving backwards. She must’ve activated her quirk, which she definitely wasn’t supposed to be doing. He stared at her but couldn’t speak. The look on her face…it was true. She looked so worried but it wasn’t for him. Deku turned to her. “Kami, you didn’t have to do that.”
She went to answer but winced instead, letting out a yelp of pain as her hand went to her temple. Her quirk released and with the feeling back in his legs, they both raced to her side. “Kami!”
“Idiot! The doctor said not to use your quirk.” Katsuki searched quickly for the call button. He watched as Deku leaned over her, hands fluttering helplessly.
“You okay, Kami?” He muttered to her. He could see the connection that they had. The unspoken sweetness. Meanwhile he just called her an idiot because he was worried. She tried to reassure him but she looked weakened for sure.
“Alright boys!” The nurse finally entered the room with the doctor behind her. “Let’s give Mrs. Bakugo some space please.”
They both backed away to the door. Deku started to linger and Katsuki reached for him. “Come on, punk.” They went to sit in the waiting area. Katsuki’s anger all but dissipated.
He knew he acted out. It wasn’t so much anger at their betrayal but more so the anger of not stacking up to their star crossed romance. Kami cheated and probably connected with the actual love of her life. He cheated and all he got was arguments and a pregnancy scare. Hilarious T-shirt. He saw the way they looked at each other. It wasn’t hard to be with Deku.
After a few moments of silence, he looked at him. “So, what really happened?”
Deku looked at him warily. He nearly rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Just tell me.”
Deku sighed. “We…started spending time together. I got a taste of her…personality and before I knew it, I was getting ready to confess.” Katsuki observed the way he clenched his hands, the blush creeping over his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at him. She really did a number on him. He almost laughed. “But Kacchan, none of it would have happened if you didn’t cheat on her.”
Then Katuski sighed. Sitting outside of the room, cooled from his worry for his wife, he could sort through how he felt. He really wasn’t mad at him. At least someone was taking care of Kami while he wasn’t. Couldn’t. He was more mad at himself. And he needed to tell the truth, wanted to, like a sinner finally ready to purge. “You know Deku, no one can prepare you for how life is gonna be. I care a whole helluva lot about Kami but someone else showed me something more. And I think that’s how you ended up seeing Kami for who she is. I’m not really happy about any of this but at least you found happiness while I was [unintentionally] trying to take it away from you.”
“What does that mean?”
Katsuki looked at Deku then. “The person I had the affair with? Was Ochaco, your Ochaco.”
Deku sat stunned for a moment as he absorbed the news. He couldn’t tell if he was shocked or not but he waited. He knew they needed to talk, too. They were still friends after all and hopefully he’d forgive him for what he’d done. He didn’t expect him not to but he didn’t blame him if he didn’t want to.
Movement caught his eye and they looked up and saw Ochaco coming towards them both. “Speak of the devil,” he mumbled. They’d have to talk another time. He actually looked forward to it somehow. Maybe just knowing he could be honest finally helped lift the weight of his shoulders.
He watched Ochaco as she moved, her hips swaying, hugged by her light wash jeans. She was so casual in her plain t-shirt and sneakers but she looked good like always. His chest tightened. Deku turned to his friend while she was still out of earshot. “If you care about her, take care of her,” was all he said before rising from his seat and opening his arms just as she reached them.
“Hey, ‘Zuku,” She sounded out of breath. When they pulled away from each other, she finally looked up at Katsuki. “Hey, Bakugo.” He resisted the urge to fold in on himself at the sound of his surname. Looking her over, he wondered what was going through her mind. Was she having a reaction to him the same way he was? Would she hear him out? What would she do when she found out the truth? What were they all going to do? “I’m sorry about all this. How is she?” She continued, looking between the two of them.
“Oh she’s awake now,” Deku answered with a weak smile.
“Oh good!” She put a hand to her chest in a show of relief. “So why are you both out here?”
The men shared a look and Katsuki cleared his throat. Before he could speak, the same nurse came out of Kami’s room to speak. “Mr. Bakugo? Kaminaga is calmer now, but only one person at a time to see her.” She sent a stern look around the small crowd of three.
There was a moment of silence where they all shared looks. Deku gave him a subtle rise of his brows before Katsuki spoke again. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it while I…tend to my wife.” He sounded stilted and unsure. He frowned and disappeared into the hospital room.
For the very few of you keeping your eyes peeled for updates,
My friend has given me a hard deadline to have Switch and Switch: The Other Side all finished and pretty much it's May 20th. We're almost there so no later than that day will stos pt 9 and the combined parts 10 will be up. I promised myself (and my friend) that I'd finish and I plan to do exactly that. Bear with me just a little longer.
