#kacchako #nsfw

Ochako was a good girl—hardworking and kind. She just happened to cross paths with the Mob boss on the street late at night while he was barking orders at his men to dispose of a body.

Thinking that she was hidden well enough in an alley, she pulled out her old flip phone to call the police when a strong hand knocked it out of her grasp. A knife pressed into her skin and when her eyes flicked upward they met the moon reflected in a crimson gaze.

"Walk away and I'll let you live," the blonde man that had been giving orders said, his attractive smirk making her stomach flip. He leaned back just enough so that he could eye her up and down. "Better yet," he continued, wetting his lips, "come with me for the night."

"Yeah right," she spat, glaring at him.

"Fuck," he said with wide eyes, dilated now as she thrashed in his hold—uncaring of the knife still pressed into her skin. "You're a fiesty one." The shocked look on his face quickly morphed into a grin. "You sure? I'd make it worth it."

"You look like the type of man who only cares about his own pleasure," Ochako growled, her eyes straying to the left where his men were dragging the bagged body to the trunk of a black Bugatti.

"Don't say such hurtful things, kitten," the man said, mock-hurt in his voice. "Even if that were true, I'm not /just/ talking about pleasure."

Ochako's head quirked to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked with narrowed eyes. If he meant what she thought he—

He pressed forward, sliding his knee between her parted legs and smirking when she didn't put up a fight against him.

"Name your price, kitten," he hummed in her ear, his unoccupied hand coming up to brush away the hair that had fallen in her face.

She glanced at the car again.

"A Bugatti," she said, waiting for his shock and indignation at such a high request.

But instead he was capturing her lips with his own, even as a chuckle rumbled up from his chest.

"You got it, princess," he said against her lips. He leaned back, taking the knife away from her neck. His free hand trailed down the length of her arm slowly, her skin bubbling up at the sensation, and then his fingers were claiming the spaces between her own.

"You live nearby?" he inquired, nodding at his men who seemed to be waiting for him. His men nodded back, getting in the expensive car and driving off without a word.

Despite her better judgment, Ochako found herself nodding and leading him away by the hand.

"What's your name, kitten?" he rumbled—Ochako wondered if it ever sounded like there wasn't a smirk in his voice.

"Uraraka," Ochako answered, wondering if she should just make a run for it instead of bringing the Mob boss /who just killed someone/ to her apartment.

"Bakugou Katsuki," he returned, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. "It's a /pleasure/ to meet you."

"Hmph," was Ochako's only response.

He grinned at that.

She hadn't been lying when she said she lived nearby, in fact she had nearly gotten to her complex when she witnessed Katsuki pulling the trigger of his pistol on some poor soul.

"This place izza dump," he observed as she lead him up the outdoor stairwell towards her apartment, "y'sure you're even gonna have a place to park your shiny new Bugatti?"

Ochako ignored him, even as he pressed his front up against her back while she fumbled with her keys.

When she got the door open, they stumbled in together. And then she was pushing the much bigger man against her front door, invading his space.

Bakugou groaned, one of his hands finding her ass and squeezing.

"I like when my partners take charge," he said, rutting his hips

against hers and keeping his eyes locked on hers as he did so. His eyes broke away from her just to flick down to her mouth when her breath hitched.

His grin widened.

"But I must admit," he continued, never letting up on the rolling of his hips, "I have every intention of

showing you just how much I don't care about only /my/ pleasure."

Without another word he was grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder, swaggering over to her couch like he owned the place. He fell down onto it with her in a tangle of limbs, fishing himself up

with an amused grin on his face and winding his arm around her.

"Do you ever stop smirking?" she inquired as she straddled him.

"The world belongs to me, kitten," he answered, his bin hands stroking up and down the expance of her clothed thighs. "If I play my cards right, you

will too."

"Uh huh." Ochako pressed down onto his clothed dick, well aware of the way it was beginning to harden against her. "I'm still waiting for you to pleasure me, Bakugou."

He grabbed her by the shoulders to push her backwards until she was pressed into the couch

cushions, and Ochako couldn't help but notice the fire in his eyes that her challenge seemed to ignite.

"Call me Katsuki when you're feeling /pleasured/. Alright, sweetheart?" The challenge in his voice was just as fiery as what she saw in his eyes.

And then he was unzipping her jeans and peeling the fabric off her legs slowly. Like he was savoring every new inch of skin being revealed to him.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he growled out as he slid her jeans off her feet and threw them to the side.

He pressed his palm into her clothed core as he hovered over her, and he groaned at the wetness he felt there.

"Fuck," he whispered, rubbing up and down her core and leaning down to lick a stripe up the wet patch on her panties. His fingers came back right after, massaging

circles around her clit. Ochako had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"Don't hold back on me, princess," he commanded, leaving her for a moment just to get his shirt off. Ochako stared, too distracted by his cut torso to be prepared for his fingers this time round.

When his fingers dipped inside her panties it pulled a moan out of her that had him smirking once again.

She wondered once again: did he /ever/ stop smirking!?

She didn't have a lot of time to focus on that thought, not when his mouth was returning to her pussy to

lick up and down her panties. It was too much of a tease, feeling his ministrations through the fabric of her underwear. Ochako wanted him /on/ her.

"These panties ain't much of a turn on," he remarked, only to lavish more attention on them.

"You seem to be having fun with them," she hissed, her hand coming up to thread through his hair as his mouth found her clit through that incessant layor of clothing.

"M'having fun with /you/, princess," he remarked, /finally/ tugging on her panties to pull them down her legs.

"You talk too much," she growled, using the leverage she had with the hand in his hair to push him towards the bullseye. He didn't seem to mind. And his tongue on her folds felt amazing. Even more amazing when he started licking up her juices with a satisfied groan.

He really seemed to know what he was doing, and Ochako was more than okay with eating her words about him being a man only after his own pleasure.

"Fuck, Katsuki," she cried, accompanied by a hitched breath as his tongue began to swirl in circles around her clit.

"Stay right there," she said, scratching her nails along his scalp as he continued to assault her with pleasure. "Yes, /yes/, oh shit—"

She cut herself off with a moan as the pleasure continued to build up. One of his hands had found its way to her entrance, and a long finger

was sliding into her slick heat as the pleasure was beginning to peak. He'd only just begun to pump it in and out when she finally tipped over the edge. His tongue continued to work her clit as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, as she rode his finger mindlessly.

She writhed and twitched in pleasure until the waves died down. Bakugou's finger never retracted, in fact he seemed to have added another one during her climax. He was kissing at her over-sensitive clit when she had finally come down.

She was surprised a moment later when

those fingers started to pump inside her again.

"Take your shirt off," he growled, his pupils eclipsing the red of his eyes. His thumb found her clit again as he fingered her, and Ochako somehow managed to remove herself of her shirt.

Bakugou surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss and adding a third finger into her hole.

"Oh fuck," she murmured, trying to move away from his fingers because of how overwhelming it was becoming. But Katsuki only thrust his fingers harder and faster inside of her as

his mouth trailed from her mouth, down her neck, and to the polka dot bra resting over her breasts.

He kissed the bow in the middle of the bra before moving the cup aside and latching his mouth onto her nipple.

She hadn't even realized that he'd stopped moving

his fingers inside her until she was already riding them once again. The pleasure beginning to build for a second time as he flicked his tongue lazily across her nipple.

He popped off her nipple and retracted his hand to lean back onto the couch and pull her onto his lap facing away from him. Dutifully his fingers returned to pumping in and out of her, and his other arm wrapped around her to find her clit.

"You're so fucking hot," he growled against her shoulder, circling around her clit to rapidly bring her to edge once again. "M'gonna ruin you for anyone else. You'll be /mine/."

Ochako whined, bouncing up and down on his fingers as well as she could in this new position. Her

orgasm was threatening to crash on her once again.

"Would you like that, kitten?" he rumbled in her ear. "You wouldn't have to worry about a single thing for the rest of your life. I'd take care of you."

Ochako moaned, throwing her head back over his shoulder as he continued to murmur in her ear.

"I'll kill anyone who ever tries to touch you," he growled. "/This/," he emphasized his point roughly grabbing onto her core, his fingers still pumping within her, "is mine."

And she was tipping over the edge again, her moans of pleasure filling the small expanse of her apartment. His name on her lips must have been music to his ears, because the next thing she knew she was being shoved face down into her couch with her ass presented in the air.

"M'gonna fuck you," he growled, pulling his dick from his pants and grabbing it to position it at her entrance.

She quite literally smacked it away, pulling a surprised moan from his throat.

"Put a condom on, you asshole," she growled.

Bakugou groaned but fumbled for the pockets on the pants that had been pushed halfway down his thighs. Ochako watched him pull a condom out of his wallet, bills of money falling out as he did so. She made sure he rolled the damn thing onto his cock before letting him mount her.

But then he was finally sliding his cock into her wet heat, and—

"Fuck," she sighed, her fingers digging into the couch cushions, "you're so big."

"You're tight," he groaned, "you feel like heaven, princess."

"That's funny," she remarked as he bottomed out, "/you/ feel like the devil himself."

He grinned, his hand finding her hips so that he could push herself back onto his cock as he fucked into her.

"The devil couldn't give it to you like this," he said, pushing out and then back

in without restraint. "Only my cock will ever make you feel this good."

"Shut up and fuck me, Katsuki," she moaned, pressing into his thrusts as he found a rhythm.

He was surprisingly slow this time, and maybe he just wanted to take his time with her, but it was driving her

/crazy/.

She wanted him to plow her into this couch, she wanted for him to lose his composure, to take what he wanted from her. She was ready to fucking give it.

"Your cock is filling me up so good," she said, trying to trigger the beast she knew had to be in a man such as

Bakugou Katsuki. "So /fuck/ me with it. I'm not made of glass."

"I wanna take my time with you, princess."

"/Why?/" she growled, "I'm yours, aren't I?" Cause fuck it, being taken care of sounded fucking fantastic. And as long as Katsuki made her feel like /this/

everyday, why shouldn't she let the Mob boss spoil her?

The words worked like a charm, causing Katsuki to speed up the movement of his hips. He fucked into her roughly—chasing his release while still being determine to bring her with him.

And then they were tipping over the edge together. Ochako climaxed for the third time that evening, clenching down around his length with enough power to send him over as well. Heat spilled into the condom, and his hands were holding onto her hips with bruising force as he

rocked into her sporadically, riding off the last waves of his release.

She collapsed onto the couch, sighing when he pulled her up and into his arms.

"What's your given name, sweetheart?" he asked, encouraging her onto his lap where she curled up in her afterglow.

"Ochako," she mumbled into his neck, pressing a kiss there.

"Ochako," he said reverently, "m'gonna share the world with you."

"Okay," she whispered, already noticing that the ever-present anxiety of having to pay for food, her bills, her travel expenses had vanished.

Bakugou would take care of her. And she was would stand by his side to let him do it.

—

The next day she woke up in her bed by herself. The first thing she noticed was the note on her nightstand, propped up next to a shiny new car key.

She read the note with hungry eyes.

—found parking in your shitty complex. pack what you need for the weekend. i'm sending

my men for the rest of your things later.—

There was an address written below.

—left you something on your dresser. wear it—

Ochako bit her lip, glancing up toward her dresser where there was, in fact, a wrapped present waiting for her.

She opened it with shaky fingers, opening the box hidden beneath the wrapping paper and finding her staring at the skimpiest piece of lingerie. Next to it, a vibrator.

Ochako gulped, but grabbed both and brought them into the bathroom with her.

If this was the beginning of her new pampered life with a Mob boss—well, she really couldn't complain.