All I want it heated kacchako

From 1-A students
Externships
Fake dating
Established relationship

Idc. The idea that bakugou just can’t keep his eyes or hands off of her destresses my stressful life to astronomical levels

Like the idea that one hot summer day right before summer break hits, chakos not wearing her stockings to school, only calf high or over the knee socks and she accidentally trips climbing the stairs to her next class period and katsuki is right behind her

And she’s wearing cute innocent pink and white polka dotted cotton panties and katsuki sees a peak of it when she falls. Mina laughing and calling her a klutz but bakugou screaming at her to get the hell up but when he extends his hand to pick her up there’s

Fucking ELECTRICITY that flows through him as soon as their skin touches. Throwing a temper tantrum, he skills away after putting her on her feet but now he’s just HOT. Annoyingly HOT. Later on the same day he’s a few seats behind her and Ochako feels like

She’s being watched and she is. Bakugou has forgone the lecture. He can’t think straight. Damn teenage hormones. It’s just noise in his brain. Images of how her cute panties curved flawlessly around her ass. How the tightness hugged the lips of her

Vulva and what he wouldn’t do just to TOUCH it. Nothing else but TOUCH it. He found himself staring at her, spaced out, thinking about how the band around her hips looked. Was there a cute little bow that wrapped her up like a present? Did they sink in to her

Soft flesh? Did the leg holes bite the top of her thighs when she sat?
Noise
Noise...
NOISE
His head was all NOISE. Thinking about the perfection of the curves of her body and internally he’s BURNING. Bakugou spends his first year at UA with a crush so

Massive that his pessimistic nature eventually tells him to “give it up” and “she’ll never be interested because stupid deku was in the way” but he also knew he didn’t come off as the nicest guy and he was hard to understand because he didn’t entirely

Understand himself. But, somehow, someway, she did. Other than kirishima, Ochako was the only person he could hold a calm conversation with. He salivated at the idea of her body in his hands periodically. Sometimes letting the thought linger in his head

At late hours of the night until he found himself palming his twitching cock under his sheets, trying to relieve the pressure of kissing and licking her sweet pussy until she cried.

Not until later in life when they were working at miruko’s agency that

They found themselves in a honey pot situation. Ochako, cases with playing an exotic dancer to attract the eyes of a yakuza member for under cover purposes and bakugou being a persistent “patron” until one night they were off duty and heading to the

Safe house - when they got inside and she unfastened her trench coat he found that she didn’t change out at all, she was still wearing her scandally clad rhinestone transparent lingerie and now he couldn’t hide it anymore. Backing her into the front door of

The safe house, whispering warnings lowly in her ear. Telling her that if she didn’t want him to touch her, he’s stop immediately to which she whispers back into his ear...

“Touch me, Katsuki...”