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Three drinks in, and Ochako was already starting to feel it. She had come out alone, and wished her friends would let her stay that way. As much as she appreciated the support, she just wanted to drink in peace. 

“Ocha….. Maybe you should slow down” Sero sighed, reaching for the fourth shit she’d just ordered. She was grateful that he came out, bars weren't really his thing. He’d even managed to wrangle Todoroki, who hated bars with a passion after The Incident. However, she came here to drown out her sorrows about soulmates, not chat with some. “Seriously Ocha, we’re worried. You’ve been in a funk for two weeks dude.” Sero slicked back as Ochako swat at his hand and pulled her drink closer to her.

“Yes Ochako, we are quite concerned. I understand it has been tough for you, but is drinking really going to solve this problem?” Shoto, blunt as ever, was always the one to chide her drinking problem. Is it a problem if it gets rid of my other ones?

“Yeah, it is. ‘Sides what would you two know.” she took a swig of her drink and muttered “stupid soulmates”

“Oh… I get it now. Ocha is this really about your rankings dropping, or is this about Midoriya and-”

“ Don’t say it… please don’t say her name.” Ochako knew it was stupid. She should be happy for Midoriya. Hell, she’d been the one to encourage him to go out with Lore-whatever-her-name-is. She told him she was fine. She told him to leave. She wants him to be happy. “Is it so wrong i want to be happy too?” 

Judging by the empathetic and shocked looks on Sero’s and Todoroki's faces respectively, she realized she’d said that out loud. 

“I mean, I'm not unhappy . I’m just…” What was she? Angry? Lonely? “I’m tired.”

“Clearly” a gruff voice drawls from behind.

Ochako whips her head around and there, to her surprise, it's Katsuki Bakugou. Now, she is always a little shocked when Sero convinces Todoroki to go to bars, but she is absolutely certain that there is no earthly way he could’ve gotten Bakugou here. So, either Sero is secretly magic, or Bakugou is here for something else. Ochako, oddly enough, kinda hopes for magic.

“Hey Bakugou! Didn’t expect to see you out!” Sero put out a hand for a fist bump, which was promptly swatted away.

So

Not magic.

“I didn’t come to chat with you losers.” Bakugou was everything Ochako remembered him as. They hadn’t talked in a few years, but despite that and the slight twang the alcohol seemed to give his voice, he sounded much as she remembered. He looked relatively the same too. Less stubble and a few new thin scars over his arms, but still pretty much the same. He had gotten taller since high school, and now towered over her, but leaned against the bar, he didn’t seem imposing. “However, if it means I get to find out what made cheeks here all mopey, I guess it won’t suck too much.”

Okay well, that had to be magic 

All Ochako could think to do, now four drinks in, was scoff. Surely, he knew why she was here. “I’m surprised you can miss the headlines. Some pro you are!” she waved down the bartender, trying not to make eye contact. She knew this was a Hero Spot, so no media, but it was still a bit embarrassing. “I mean, everyone and their damn mom is talking about my ‘fall from grace’” she raised her hands and made overdone air quotes.

“Is that why the fuckin’ nerd is soaring in the polls right now? What’d ya do, dump his ass on live TV?” Bakugou also ordered another drink. Now, close up, she could smell the alcohol on him. She could hear it in his voice too. He’d gotten better about swearing, but maybe drinking made him slip? Usually, one of his friends would be on his ass about it. She expected Sero to chime in, but there was nothing.

She turned back around as Bakugou's drink was poured and, sure enough, Sero and Todoroki were gone. Probably off somewhere dancing if Todoroki hadn’t decided to leave. How odd… when did they leave? Why didn’t I notice?

“So what’s it gonna be cheeks? ya gonna tell me or ya gonna keep lookin’ for ghosts?” He took another sip of his drink and Ochako turned back to face him.

“What?”

“I asked if you dumped him.”

“No. I mean kinda. I mean, he dumped me… sorta. Seriously, how do you not know?”

Bakugou took another swig of his drink and chuckled darkly “I avoid the press when I can. Leeches all of them. Only thing that matters is rankings. The rest of that drama has nothing to do with me”

So, he only cares about his rank. Then why is he asking me about Izu? Is that why he’s here? No, it must be something to do with the rankings, but his rank hasn’t changed. The only big changes have been….

The pair sat in silence while they nursed their drinks for a few minutes. 

“He found his soulmate. So, we called off the engagement.”

“You were engaged ?” He seemed genuinely shocked. Maybe he really didn’t keep up with the news.

“Yeah. Arranged hero marriages are common and since we love each other… Well, we loved each other, it made sense. We were engaged for a year and a half, then he went on a trip to Germany as a part of some stupid outreach program and all of the sudden he’s met the one and he’s never felt love like this, and their chemistry is great and-” She hadn’t even realized she was ranting until she met Bakugou's eyes.

 He was staring at her with an intensity she has only seen in him a few times. The sports festival in first year was the first. It had been there again during the duos fight in third year when they’d been teamed up, and their last mission together three years ago. That had been the last time she’d seen him in person. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble at you. It’s not a big deal. He’s happy, and it didn’t affect my rankings too badly. I should make up for the loss in a couple years at most.”

Bakugo snorted and downed the rest of his drink. “So, you’re telling me finding his soulmate made his rankings go up and yours go down? That’s so fucking stupid. He didn’t earn that….” Bakugo seemed livid now, but he’d long since learned to keep his cool in public, even when intoxicated. “And you didn’t deserve to be punished. You work your ass off and he robs you of it-”

“It’s not his fault. He can’t control the public and he can’t control his soul. It isn’t his fault.” Ochako knew this was true, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Bakugou wasn’t entirely wrong, but she couldn’t let anyone know she blames Midoriya. Ever. 

“Yeah well, he can control who he goes home with. And he clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing if he turned you down.” Bakugo slid his drink across the counter and started rifling around for his wallet.

“What?”

“I said “He shouldn’t have turned you down”. What did you think i said cheeks?”

“No, I heard you I just-”

“You didn’t think I had the balls to say it? I’m not that fuckin’ dweeb. I’ll say it with my full chest. If I had the opportunity, I’d take you home in a heartbeat. And unlike your loser ex-fiancé, I’d wanna earn that privilege” he pulled out a card and waved the bartender over chuckling. 

“You… want…. Me. You want me” Ochako couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Either she was more wasted than she thought, o r he was.

“Yeah. So?” He said matter-of-factly. 

This is crazy. There’s no way…. But what if…. Just for a night

She grabbed his hand as he turned to walk away. Bakugou looked back at her, and she could almost swear he looked hopeful. 

“Alright. Earn it. Take me home and prove you deserved to.”

He looked at her with that same intensity from before and with a wicked grin pulled her closer. 

“Yes-fuckin’-ma’am”

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Ochako was very glad Bakugou had decided to take her to his home. Her cramped apartment with half packed boxes definitely wouldn’t set the mood. Bakugou's place, however, was spacious and clean. They barely got through the door before locking lips. In a frenzy, they collapsed on the couch, panting for breath. Bakugou, always hungry for more, leaned back in to capture her mouth. He positioned her in his lap and with a gentleness that shocked her, he cupped her face and pulled away. Through panting breaths, she tried to ask him what was wrong

It was then that the intensity with which he had been looking at her through the night had been replaced with a tenderness that was new to her. Of course, when she’d been with Midoriya, he had been kind and gentle, but she knew he wasn’t really feeling it. He loved her, but he just wasn’t very attracted to her.

She assumed it was her weight. Of course she had muscle from her work, but she also had some permanent pudge that she could never seem to shake. She stopped Bakugou as his hands began to tug at her shirt.

“What's up cheeks?”

“Maybe we keep the shirt on?” she peaked at him through her lashes. 

“What? Why? I mean, if that's what you want then sure, no problem, but can I know why?” that gentleness in his eyes was now mixed with worry to match the twinge of concern in his voice.

“I just… I don’t want to disappoint you” Sober, she would never say it, but in this state, she couldn’t stop the words.

Bakugou laughed a bit to himself and leaned in for another kiss, this one was soft, but full of the same hunger from before. “How about we trade hmm? I show you; you show me.” he shifted her to his knees. As she shifted, Ochako could feel his forming erection grind against her. She let out an involuntary whine at the contact, to which he just chuckled again. 

“You post shirtless pictures online all the time. Not a great trade” she huffed, attempting to scoot back up. 

“Not that cheeks,” he said, palming at the tent in his pants “this”

“ Oh” It sounded more like a moan than she’d meant it to. “Okay. I suppose that’s… a bit fairer.” She could barely get her words to come out above a whisper as she fully slid off of him. Her black skirt had ridden up her thighs while she had been straddling him and she nervously tugged at it.

Bakugo went for the buttons of his slacks, then paused. “You wanna do it or do ya wanna watch?” he smiled at her, a teasing lilt to his words

“Watch.”

“Alright.” He didn’t seem disappointed by that answer

Standing up, Bakugo unbuttoned his pants and shifted them down to lay around his ankles leaving him in his boxers and loose-fitting t-shirt. Ochako was frozen watching. He slowly, almost agonizingly so, lowered his boxers, and sat back on the couch. Ochako subconsciously wet her lips and lowered to her knees in front of him.

Midoriya had not been her first. She knew what everything was supposed to look like. Bakugou, as was natural with him, shocked her. He was bigger than both of her previous partners. Not much longer than Midoriya had been, but definitely bigger . His dick was also oddly pretty.

 She had been used to hair; her first boyfriend rarely even trimmed unless she made him. But she was shocked to see he had kept it very closely cut. A dark blonde happy trail leading down the sliver of stomach she could see down to the base of his cock. The slight curve looked pleasing, and the color was pretty. She hadn’t even been thinking when she had kneeled down to get a closer look, and now with him right in front of her, she wanted a taste.

Bakugou, for his part, hadn’t been completely stationary. He had given a few lazy pumps along his shaft and reached out with his other hand to run his fingers along Ochakos cheek. He looked at her with a hunger that she now felt deep in her stomach. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small lick to the head of his dick.

 She knew he was a clean freak, but she was still a bit caught off guard by the taste. There was the normal, mildly bitter taste that came with any skin, but there was an almost sweetness to it. She gave a few more licks before Bakugou gently laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her away from him.

“We had a deal ‘chako” he smiled sweetly, but the hunger didn’t leave his eyes.

Oh shit  

She’d been so wrapped up in his dick she’d forgotten the made a deal. She also completely forgot her reservations, just long enough to peel the tank top over her head. Her breasts were still contained by her plain black bra. She kind of regretted not wearing a prettier one. She wrapped her arms around herself self consciously

Bakugou gently moved her arms and pulled her up to stand in front of him. 

“My god woman…” He sighed and leaned in, kissing her gently on the mouth. Before she could adjust, he moved down to her jaw, then to her neck and collarbone. Along the way he gently sucked on and nipped at the skin. Not enough to leave a mark, but certainly enough to tease one. Ochako couldn’t deny how much she liked the idea of that.

“I told you it may be-” She was cut off by a bite on her breast, just above her bra. She was spilling over a bit, and Bakugou took full advantage of that fact. He cupped her hip gently and kissed where he’d bitten her. Slowly he moved down to her stomach, kissing, nipping and licking all over her. 

“You’re beautiful ‘Chako. I’m serious. Gotta say you were especially pretty between my legs though…” he trailed off with a sly smile.

Ochako certainly wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. She sank back down graciously, and gently wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, he mimicked his slow pumps from earlier. 

“Fuck… you just gonna touch or did ya wanna taste?” 

Ochako took that as a green light and began licking up the length of his shaft all the way to the tip. Her tongue teased at it for a few moments before she gently closed her lips just around the head of his cock. Despite his size, he seemed to fit perfectly in her mouth. She made a few shallow bobs up and down and she could feel the wetness pooling at her crotch. She knew she was being greedy, but the soft moans the blonde was letting out made her greedy. 

She slowly took all of his length into her mouth and throat. She held herself there for a moment in bliss as Bakugou practically whined . She let out a content moan and slowly dragged herself to his tip. Then, much faster this time, she dipped down again. As she worked between slow deep motions and rapid shallow ones, she heard, and felt, Bakugou slowly coming undone. She never expected him to be so vocal, but she was certainly enjoying it.

He seemed to be as well, as he wrapped her hair in his hands and tugged. He didn’t push her head, or pull her off of him, just held on to her. After some time, he gently pulled her off of him. Ochako, still feeling rather greedy, sucked hard coming up in an attempt to convince him to let her continue. He moaned quite loudly in between laughs. 

“How do you wanna take me ‘chako?” he grabbed his shaft above where she held him and tapped her cheek “In or out?”

Ochakos eyes danced with glee as she licked the tip of his dick. “As deep in my throat as you can get it.” she smiled slyly then paused

What the hell. When did I learn to talk like that? I never even said those things to Izu…

Bakugou, sensing her hesitation, let her hair go. “You sure?” 

She thought about it for a moment. With a shy smile she dipped back down and kissed his stomach above where she held his dick. She moved up the length and then placed a final kiss on the tip. “Yeah. Greenlight.” 

With that, Bakugou took her hair back in his hand and slowly lowered her mouth back onto him. He didn't push her, letting her set the pace again. As he got closer, his gasps and whimpers became moans and grunts. “Chako baby, you ready?”

She just hummed and took him as deeply as she could as he came in her throat with a half-shout. She held herself there until she was certain he was done. She was suddenly very glad to have trained her gag reflex all those years ago. She came off him with a definitive ‘ pop ’ and smiled softly at him as she swallowed what was left in her mouth. 

As Bakugo came down from his high, He noticed Ochako reaching for her shirt, 

“Whacha doin’ cheeks?”

“We’re done right? Figured I’d start putting my closed back on” She let out a giggle that was only half forced.

“Whacha mean? You haven’t had a turn yet. Prop yourself on the couch. It's my turn to get a taste.” he spun Ochako onto the couch and kneeled in front of her.

Suddenly she understood why Kendo raved about ‘the view’ so much.

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Beautiful didn’t do him justice in this moment. Ochakos breath caught as Bakugou peppered kisses along her things. The dim light caught his hair in a way that made him look angelic. A blonde halo and soft  eyes filled with adoration.

It contrasted well with the devilish smirk plastered on his face. Every kiss set her skin alight, a blush creeping up her face. Bakugou's hands came to her ankles. Ochako realized she had never taken off her heels. She reached to help remove them when he caught her by the wrist.

He pressed his cheek into her hand. “No way pretty girl. If I’m getting the honor of seeing all of this fine skin, I should work for it.” He chuckled and set to work on undoing the clasps that help her heels firmly to her ankles. He looked devine to her. A little slice of heaven come down to give her everything .

After gently removing her heels and setting them aside, Bakugou slid his hands up her legs, taking his time to cover every inch of exposed skin in some type of reverent touch. Kisses, caresses and a few light nips as he trailed up to her hips. He tapped her skirt twice and looked at her.

“Yes. Please God Bakugou, yes.” She couldn’t help it. She was so wound up and wanted everything he was promising. He seemed a bit caught off guard, hesitating for a brief moment before sliding her skirt down and off of her. 

“Christ ‘Chako….” He muttered as he leaned in to plant kisses on the plush flesh of her upper thighs. He rubbed a thumb in soothing circles on one as the other hand slid up and down her thigh. Every so often he would look up at her with that passion that made her melt. It made her feel other things too, and by the growing smirk on his lips, she could tell he knew it too. 

“You ready cheeks? I wanna get a taste of that sweet cunt.” He said it so casually Ochako barely registered what he had said. As soon as the words clicked she let out a whimper and pressed her thighs together. It was embarrassing how well her body reacted to him. 

“No way cheeks, spread ‘em” He made it seem like a command, but made no move to force it. It brought her some comfort to know he was willing to take this as slow as she needed him to. Slowly, she spread her legs, but kept her hands in between them.

Why is this so embarrassing? Sure I've never had anyone this close but still… Surely he’s been with other girls. This wouldn’t be new to him.

The thought of other girls made her freeze.

Had there been others? Why do I hate the idea.

“”Chako, you're gettin’ in your head again. How many times I gotta tell you 're beautiful. Not just between my legs. Hell, I'm likin’’ this view even more.” he trailed off with tender kisses on her hands where they covered her heat. When he put it like that, how could she argue? 

Slowly, careful to check in with little glances, Bakugou moved her hands. Once he had a full view of her panties, she was very happy she'd chosen to wear a matching set, even if it was plain. She’d done bikini photoshoots before for PR but this was different. She was on display for him and that thought made her very, very happy.

Bakugou leaned in and pressed a swift kiss on her clothed cunt before nipping at the waistline of her underwear. He peeled them off and as soon as her cunt was free of them, he paused. 

Ochako felt all the self-conscious thoughts that had threatened to rear their heads practically explode when she saw the look in his eyes. Mouth slightly agape, breathing quickened, and a look of unmistakable hunger and awe.

The warmth that filled her was partially horniness, as was expected, but there was another feeling in her heart. A strange peace she hadn’t felt before. Before she could give it too much thought, Bakugou tossed her panties to the growing pile of her discarded clothes and pulled her hips gently to angle her for a closer view. 

His breath was warm, even against her heat. She subconsciously rutted her hips up a bit to try and find some friction. Bakugou just laughed and kissed her stomach. His hand drifted down and gently spread her a bit. His thumb caught her clit and she jutted up again with a whine. She quickly clasped her hand over her mouth as Bakugo swiped over her aching clit.

“Oh? We liked that huh? Don’t cover your mouth cheeks, I wanna hear every pretty noise you make.” With that, he dipped down and caught her clit with his lips, gently sucking on it.

 “It’s sweet” his comment was practically inaudible and Ochakos hand flew to his hair and she ground against his mouth. She had never reacted so viscerally to someone's touch this way, Not even Midoriya, but now she couldn't get enough.

Bakugou laughed against her heat and dutifully worked her clit with his tongue. His teeth caught once and It left Ochakgo seeing stars. He pulled up to make sure the loud cry she’d let out wasn’t one of pain. That same wicked grin from before plastered over his face when he saw her squirming. He dipped back down and resumed his work, now occasionally nipping at her sensitive bud of nerves.

“Bakugou, please, please-” Ochako couldn’t do more but babble pleas and cries as He worked her clit. Suddenly he licked a long strip up her cunt and returned his thumb to her clit as he began to devour her. Ochako saw stars again and rutted up into his mouth, desperately chasing her high. Bakugou, never one to back down, explored every part of her tight heat with his tongue. He made sure to alternate his pace and force on her clit, “Bakugou FUCK! Please, yes! Shit ” she couldn't help but shout as he quickly drove her over the edge.

Bakugou almost came a second time as the taste of her release blossomed on his tongue. Not to mention hearing such dirty words come out of her pretty mouth always excited him.  He hummed and ate her through her finish.  He was shocked he came so quickly. Has she never been ate out?

Bakugou quickly went to grab a wet rag from the bathroom as Ochako came down fron=m her high. He felt his erection strain harshly at the fight of her glossy eyes and legs spread wide. He kneeled down and wiped up the remains of her orgasm now coating her sensitive cunt and thighs. He needed to be sure she was comfortable. She would enjoy this night as much as possible so long as he had control of it.

As she came to, the first thing she noticed was the adoration in his eyes as he cleaned her up. The second was his fully hard cock pressing against her calf. She wasn’t sure where the confidence came from, but she suddenly leaned forward and caught his lips with her own. She could taste a bit of her release on him, and she was sure he could taste his. That only made her even more turned on.

Bakugou caught her lower lip in his teeth and slowly lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. He wasn’t about to fuck this goddess of a woman on his couch . He lay her down on the bed, only momentarily breaking the miss to lift his shirt over his head and tap her bra. She thought about it for a moment, but didn’t think too hard as she swiftly nodded and Let Bakugo attempt to undo her bra. 

He reached around the back and she started to laugh. He was certainly taken aback by that response.

“It’s a front clasp”

Oh…

He quickly recovered and they laughed it off.  As soon as her tits were free his laughing stopped. He leaned down and kidded one of her breasts while one of his hands cupped the other.

“You’re sweet everywhere I see…” 

He trailed off as he took her swollen nipple back into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue. Ochako let out a soft mewl and squirmed a bit beneath him. With that encouragement he moved up her neck and recaptured her mouth.

“More- Please Bakugou-” As soon as she attempted to grind in to him, he roughly broke the kiss and pulled away. Ochako was shocked but rendered speechless. 

“Call me by my name. Beg for me using my name and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“What? I did-”

“No. My first name. I wanna hear it come off those pretty lips. I want to hear you beg for me.”

She knew this was partially his way of making sure she knew what she wanted, but god was it the hottest thing he’s ever asked of her. She felt the heat pooling between her legs and reached out for his face. He quickly leaned in and accepted this kiss. He was back to hungry and intense, and she was all about it.

She wasn’t sure at first. She’d never called him by his first name. Hell, she’d only called Midoriya by his a few times. Most were accidents. But she needed this. She needed him. it wasn’t just drunken desire anymore, it was a need she couldn’t describe. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. His pupils were blown out and he seemed to chase her lips for just a moment before letting her go. 

“Katsuki…. Please-”

“Please what sweets ”

She shuddered and took in a breath. Almost inaudible she whispered,

“Katsuki, Fuck me”