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Things don’t really change. Not really. Aside from the fact that Bakugou can’t seem to get enough of her body. Almost every night, he’s looking at her with bright eyes, begging to fuck her, getting between her knees, and asking if he can eat her out while they’re sitting in the living room… Ochako would be lying if she said it wasn’t fulfilling every single one of her sordid fantasies about him.
“I didn’t know you were such a sex pest,” she says right before he kisses her in her office, after lying and telling Miruko he was picking her up.
“Don’t say shit like that,” he laughs against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up against him. “Your suit is so fucking hot.”
She huffs and shakes her head, pulling back from him a little. He took that as an invitation to press kisses to her jaw and the curve of her neck, tugging her even closer. “Later,” she protests.
“Why?” He murmurs. “Don’t you want it?”
She does, and that’s kind of the problem, because she knows she won’t be able to keep her hands off of him, but she also knows that she won’t be able to stay quiet either.
“I want it where my boss won’t hear us,” she says, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Surely you can understand.”
He ducks his head, looking up at her through his bangs. “You’ll let me at home?”
They’re still half dressed in their uniforms when he goes down on her in the living room, one leg hooked over his back.
She wonders how many other girls have gotten to have him like this. She knows she has no right, but she sort of hates them.
But it’s hard to think about anything but the way he’s looking at her when he makes her come on his tongue.
***
They just… Continue on. Their friendship is still mostly normal, and remains so for about a month, their roommate dinners interspersed with quickies and hands clamped over mouths too late at night.
Bakugou is making her wonder if they should’ve been doing this together the whole time.
“People will be coming over soon,” she whispers, grinding her hips against his from where she straddles him on the couch anyway. They’d planned a small get-together for his birthday that night, and Ochako had been fretting about cleaning the apartment for the last hour.
He grins, wrapping his hands around her waist and tugging her down, hard. “We have, like, an hour.”
Ochako rolls her eyes, pulling her forehead back from his. “Sometimes Mina’s early.”
“I told her it was starting an hour later than it was,” he says, tilting his chin to kiss her. She lets his tongue open her mouth as he kisses her deeply, a whimper choking its way out of his throat. She likes how vocal he is, likes listening to him whine and moan. It makes her feel like some sort of god, and she has no idea how she’d never heard him through the walls when he had girls over.
She sighs as he continues to grind up against her, feeling her own need throbbing between her thighs. He senses her frustration, reaches one of his hands between her legs, under the light, flowy skirt she’d picked for the evening. He presses his fingers right up against her clit, and she gasps at the shock of it, pulling her lips from his.
“You can’t wear shit like that and expect me not to want to fuck you,” he complains, rubbing her in tight circles, his other hand still pulling her down onto him. She feels her eyelids flutter a little against her will, and she shakes her head.
“Just cause you can’t control yourself-”
“-Of fuckin’ course I can’t control myself,” he growls, pushing her underwear out of the way and slipping two fingers into her right away, her head falling back as bliss overtakes her. He leans forward, speaking the next words against the swell of her breast. “You’re so hot, Angelface.”
She laughs a little, shaking her head. “I won’t have time to redo my hair,” she warns him.
“You don’t think I can get you off like this?” He asks, arching a brow at her.
She knows he can, knows that he can get her off just by whispering in her ear and ghosting a touch over her core. Katsuki Bakugou knows her body better than anyone ever has, and it makes her burn for him.
“Sometimes I can’t stand you,” she gripes, and that just makes him grin and pull her in for another kiss.
He fucks her with his fingers, thumb sliding over her clit as his mouth devours hers, drawing every part of her into his body.
She feels herself getting closer to the edge, feels him get frantic as he pulls away from her lips to talk to her.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, “Come on my fingers, I’ll fuck you when everyone leaves tonight. Would you want that, Angel?”
She nods, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him kiss her again, trying to plan her revenge against him for rendering her so speechless.
She comes when he whispers she should against her ear, crying out and curling her hands in the fabric of his shirt. It feels like heaven, and he watches her with stars in his eyes, hunger coloring his pretty features.
The second he releases her, she slides off of his lap, getting to her knees between his legs. Shock passes over his face as her hands reach for his belt, undoing his pants. The entire time they’ve been having sex, he hasn’t let her touch him like this. She thought about asking, but now is the perfect excuse, unless he really doesn’t want her to, and she can’t imagine a man who wouldn’t.
“You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Ochako cuts him off, the words biting. “Besides, these pants look nice on you. It would be a shame for you to change.” She takes one of his hands and laces their fingers together. “You just can’t touch my hair. I don’t want to have to redo it.”
He nodes wordlessly, chest heaving as he leans back, reaching out to caress her cheek with gentle fingers.
“Ask me,” he asks, his voice trembling.
Heat spikes low in her gut even though she’s already had one orgasm. She knows what he means, but she likes to tease. “Ask you what?”
“Ask, to…” He gestures with his head, and she takes pity on him, relishing in the power she seems to have over one of the nation’s top heroes.
“Please, let me suck your dick?” She asks, the heat washing over her making her brave as she releases him, stroking him with a slow hand. “You want me to, right?”
“Yes, I fucking want you to,” he hisses between his teeth, his hips rolling up into her hand. She grins, maintaining his eye contact as she leans forward and rolls her tongue along the head of his cock. He whispers out a soft curse as his head tilts back, the hand locked in hers squeezing tight. “I want you to choke on it.”
Ochako reaches a hand between her legs, touching herself underneath her skirts, wincing a little at the overstimulation but also knowing it won’t take her long to come again.
“Fuck, you like that,” he whispers in awe. “You’re so perfect.”
She rewards him with her touches, moving over his whole cock, stroking with her hand before bobbing her head up and down on him while he whimpers and cries out, one hand fisting in a throw pillow, the other squeezing her hand unbearably tight.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he purrs through hitched breath. “I knew you would be. I can’t wait to fuck you later. You’ll ask me so nice, cause you’re so good, baby.”
His words tip her over the edge as she whines around him and he comes with her name and curses spilling from his lips. She swallows him down easily and works him through his orgasm before pulling off and tucking him back into his pants. She slides back up his body, hovering her lips over his, not sure if he’ll think that’s okay. In response, he grasps the back of her neck and pulls her into a searing kiss, almost pulling her into another round of the whole thing again.
“Here, go get cleaned up,” he helps her to her feet, standing alongside her with hands bracing her hips. “I’ll finish setting up.”
She pops up on her toes to kiss him again, unable to resist. “Thanks. Cake is in the fridge.”
“I told you, you didn’t have to get a damn cake.”
She pouts at him, taking a step back and cocking her head. “It’s your birthday, stupid. Of course you were gonna get a cake.”
***
Bakugou doesn’t like to make a big deal out of his birthday, so his closest friends and drinks at home are perfect.
The problem is, he keeps looking like Ochako with this smoulder in his eyes, like he just wants everyone to leave so it can be just the two of them again.
“So, what’s going on with you two?” Mina asks, joining Ochako on the apartment’s balcony and handing her a glass of wine.
Ochako smiles, dipping her head in thanks. “Who?”
“You and Bakugou. You keep eyeballing each other. Did you have a fight?”
Of course Mina would notice that there was something going on between them. She shook her head, taking a sip of wine. “No, not at all. We’ve been spending some more time together, that’s all.”
Mina nods. “I always thought you guys would be kinda cute together.”
Instead of denying it, Ochako thinks about that for a moment. If Bakugou asked, of course she’d be interested in him, but they’d agreed for this to be a sex-only kind of thing. She’d agreed to it. She wouldn’t get her feelings hurt from something she’d agreed to.
“I don’t think so,” she says softly. “That’s nice of you to say, though.”
“Think about it! I mean, who would’ve thought me and Eijirou would’ve gotten together?”
Ochako laughs, shaking her head. “You’re crazy. Everyone knew you guys were gonna end up together.”
Luckily, Mina doesn’t ask any more questions than that, and they cut the cake and eat together while talking in a big circle. Ochako likes that Bakugou chooses a seat next to her.
She wonders if he’s thinking about what they were doing out here just a few hours ago.
The second the last guest leaves, he’s on her, pressing her to the wall next to his bedroom and mouthing at her neck.
“Kiri was asking me a lot of questions about you,” he says into her skin, tugging her closer to him by the waist.
“Funny, Mina was asking me about you, too,” Ochako breathes. “I told her we were just hanging out more.”
He chuckles, lifting his head to kiss her deeply, moaning against her lips when she opens them against him. “You could say that, I guess.”
“What was Kirishima asking you?” Ochako asks as Bakugou tugs her into his bedroom before helping her down gently on the bed. He took her clothes off and worshiped her body as he did so, tongue and hands moving over her in a practiced danced.
“Asked why I wasn’t seeing anyone and why I was staring at you.”
“Well, even I noticed that. I expect a text from Jirou about it tomorrow, too.” Ochako arches a brow at him, “You weren’t exactly subtle.”
He looks at her, amused wonder written over his features. “You suck me off in our living room and I’m supposed to not stare at you?”
“I kinda liked it,” she admits. “You’re still kind of a pervert for being so obvious, though.”
He lets out a bark of laughter, tugging her skirt and underwear off in one motion. “If that’s the worst thing you can call me, I can live with it,” he remarks before tugging her to the edge of the bed and setting his mouth on her.
Ochako can’t take her eyes off of him, his eyes boring into her as he laves the flat of his tongue over her and then flicks it against her clit, his arms wrapping around her thighs and holding her open.
She wants to talk to him like he did to her, but she’s a little afraid she’ll say something too far, too serious, and maybe Mina was right, they would be cute together.
“Lemme fuck you, Angel,” He presses a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh. “It’s my birthday.”
She huffs a laugh, nodding.
“Verbally, sweetheart.”
Her chest twists a little.
“Yes, Bakugou.”
He presses a parting kiss to her clit before traveling back up her body, stopping to run his tongue over a nipple before fumbling for a condom.
When he finally presses inside of her, he buries his face in the crook of her neck, another whimper slipping out of his lips. She feels delirious, still wine drunk and wanting, throbbing with need for him.
“I like… That you’re noisy,” she sighs, tilting her head back.
He laughs, the sound rough and rich. “Can’t really help it with you,” he says in an almost scolding tone. He snaps his hips and Ochako can’t think of anything else as he pounds into her, fucking her and kissing her hard at the same time. He pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, and she sees stars, thinking she’s getting much too spoiled for his birthday,
He makes her come four times, twice on his cock, once on his tongue, and once on his fingers as he sucked on her nipples and whispers sweetness into her neck. Ochako barely stays conscious for him to wipe her down with a wet rag and help her into a t-shirt and underwear before crawling into bed with her.
“You okay?” he asks, pressing another kiss to her lips. They don’t usually share a bed after, but the activities aren’t usually that arduous. Ochako nods, still sort of fighting to catch her breath.
“Yes,” She whispers. “That was amazing.”
“I wanna fuck you again,” he whispers, “Can you wait till morning?”
She almost says no, almost begs him to fuck her again, now, but the thrill of not knowing what he’s planning and liking the surprise wins out. She nods, letting him pull her to his chest, running a hand up and down her side.
She notices the picture of them that was on his dresser is gone.