𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏: 𝑨 #kacchakothread 𝑭𝒐𝒓 @AdmiralMitts 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

Growing up Katsuki Bakugo was told his stubbornness would bite him in the ass; his mother constantly harping that his obstinance would fuck him over one day.

When the day came he hadn’t expected it to be so literal.

“DON'T TOUCH H--” were the last words heard on his comm before doing the exact opposite of what Miruko was trying to warn him against.

“What the hell?!” Ochako screamed, sitting in the middle of the street in little more than running shorts and a tank top, completely covered head to toe in the remnants of the villain Katsuki had just blown up.

“You were in the fucking way!” Katsuki snapped back, pulling off his glove before helping her to her feet; disregarding the sticky yellow substance that had rained down on his former classmate.

“Did you touch her?!” Miruko screamed through his headset.

“Hah?” He tried to wipe his hand off on his pants. “The fuck is so funny?” he yelled at the hero through the mic, hearing her laughter on the other end.

“You’re an idiot!”Miruko cackled.

“What 𝑖𝑠 this?” Ochako whined, holding her arms out wide in disgust, shaking her hands fruitlessly.

“Fuck if I know!” he spun on Ochako, quickly realizing how close they were. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 here,” she pointed to the apartment complex across the street indignantly. “What are 𝑦𝑜𝑢 doing here?”

“I patrol here,” he shot back with the same petty tone. “Thought you fucking lived uptown the with damn nerd?”

The brunette's eyes narrowed. “You 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 we broke up,” she seethed.

“Like I care,” he snarled.

“Ground Zero?” Miroku came through the comm. “The CDC is on the way. Don’t move. And I 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 stress this enough, do not let anyone else touch Uravity.”

“Where are you?” Katsuki looked around instinctively at the rooftops.

“Avoiding the sex pollen,” she laughed, cutting out.

“THE FUCKING WHAT?!”

Within half an hour the CDC descended on the scene, hazmat suits surrounding the heroes as a makeshift partition was set up for privacy; a crowd of reporters on the other side so large the police had to come in to create a barricade.

“This is so embarrassing,” Ochako moaned as agents sprayed her down with a solution they had brought in.

Katsuki went to reply, getting a blast of the spray in his mouth.

“Sorry,” the agent shrugged.

“Whelp,” Miroku stepped through a gap in the partition, wearing her own custom haz suit. “Good news, bad news. The good news is that the outbreak has been contained, you two being the only victims this time.”

“This time?” Ochako asked with weary in her voice.

“Bad news,” the hero ignored her question. “You two are officially in quarantine for the foreseeable future.”

“And how fucking long is that?!” Katsuki snapped.

Miroku shrugged, “Until it’s out of your systems I suppose?”

“Until 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 is?” Ochako took a step away from Katsuki.

“The villain’s quirk.”

“Which is what?” Katsuki could hear the edge in Ochako’s voice.

“Sex pollen.”

“What the fuck is sex pollen?!” Katsuki roared.

“We will send you both the information via email. Right now you two need to get inside so we don’t accidentally contaminate anyone else.”

“Inside where?” Ochako asked defensively.

“Your apartment.”

“Excuse you?”

“We can’t afford to have you two trek across town,” Miruko shook her head. “It’s too great a risk.”

“What the fuck?” Katsuki found himself being pushed towards the building by CDC agents.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Miruko chirped.

Ochako stumbled ungracefully through her front door, Katsuki on top of her as the CDC agent slammed the door shut behind them.

“Worst day ever,” Ochako mumbled, kicking off her shoes before walking into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home,” she said sarcastically.

“Yeah I’ll get right the fuck on that,” he bit back, stripping off all of his support gear.

Standing awkwardly in her entryway he eventually followed Ochako through the small apartment to her kitchen, finding her digging in her freezer.

“What are you doing?”

“Being pissed,” she pulled a slender bottle of vodka out. Katsuki eyed the premium label. “It was a gift.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You want a shot or not?”

“I mean it’d be pretty fucking rude to say no,” he grumbled, watching Ochako her try to reach up into her top cupboards for shot glasses. “Fuckin move,” he grumbled, reaching over top of her.

He paused, swearing he felt her sniff him. Taking two glasses in his hand he stared down at her, brilliant coffee eyes staring up at him.

His cock twitched, the proximity entirely too close, the scent of orchids entirely too strong.

“Stop!” he yelled aloud to himself, stepping away from her.

Ochako blinked, shaking her head. “Sorry,” she apologized, a blush staining her cheeks as she turned away from him.

“Shit,” he slammed the glasses on her counter. “Not you-"

Both of their phones pinged.

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸: 𝗔𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗰 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻: 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗮: 𝗕𝗼𝗺𝗯𝘂𝘀.

𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼: 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘅𝘆𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀.

𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱/𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸.

𝗜𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺(𝘀) 𝗵𝗮𝘀/𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳(𝘃𝗲𝘀) 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Katsuki tossed his phone on the counter.

Ochako groaned, popping the cork of the expensive vodka. “Still want that shot?”

“Make it a double,” he grumbled, watching her fill the glasses.

Ochako handed him one, raising her own. “To the world's worst quirk.”

“Oversized bee mother fucker,” he clinked glasses with her before throwing back the liquor.

She sighed. “Can I just say something?”

“Shoot.”

“You are rude.”

“Fuckin… okay?”

“And conceited. And arrogant--”

“Synonyms, Cheeks.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Noted.”

“Good,” she huffed, pouring another shot. “Glad that’s clear.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, suddenly finding himself offended by the comment. “Was there a fuckin’ point to that announcement?”

“I just don't want you thinking--”

“Thinking what?” Katsuki stepped toward her.

Ochako swallowed. “Thinking that I think about you like that…”

A blond brow arched. “You don’t?” he asked in an amused tone.

“Nope,” she whispered, her pupils dilating.

“You’ve always been a shit liar, Cheeks,” he smirked

Ochako’s face turned a furious shade of red. “This is all your fault,” she snapped, stepping away from him.

“My fault?!”

“You just ℎ𝑎𝑑 to go blow the giant bee up, didn’t you?”

“I was doing my fucking job!"

“No,” she shook her head. “You were going all out for no reason other than showing off--”

“Showing off?!”

“And now look at us!” Ochako stepped to him, shoving him lightly. “Trapped in 𝑚𝑦 apartment together for who knows how long, under the influence of some 𝑠𝑒𝑥 quirk--”

“You read the damn email!” he snapped. “You don’t ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 to do anything you don't 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 to. Go lock yourself in your fucking room and wait it out.”

“Don't tell me what to do,” she tipped up on her toes in an attempt to get in his face, her breath fanning over him.

His heart thundered. “I. Wasn’t,” he ground out.

“Good,” she challenged with a flash of her eyes, the golden coffee color all but a circular sliver.

“Great,” he snarled, keenly aware of his skyrocketing blood pressure and half-hard cock. Her eyes flickered to his mouth before biting her lip. “Fuck,” he exhaled, wanting to bite it as well.

Without warning Ochako leapt, wrapping her legs around Katsuki’s waist as he caught her; her lips fusing to his, sweeter and softer than he could have imagined.

He spun so she was half poised on the counter, one hand digging onto the toned muscle of her ass, the other gripping onto her thigh as though it were a lifeline.

Their frantic kiss quickly became a push and pull of wills; her fingers carding into his hair to tug at the longer locks of his undercut, pulling him down toward her.

Katsuki’s tongue pressed into her mouth finding hers as her free hand grabbed the collar of his hero costume.

“Thought,” he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, earning a low moan from Ochako, “you don’t think about me like this?”

“I don’t,” she breathed, her head rolling to the side as Katsuki continued to bite, trailing along her jaw.

“And that I was an asshole?” he growled into her ear, his hand slipping from her ass up under her shirt, cupping her breast over top of her sports bra.

“You are. Never said you were unattractive though,” she gasped as he licked up the column of her throat.

“You seein’ anyone?”

“No. Why?”

“I wanna fuck you with a clean conscious,” his hand ran up her thigh, his thumb slipping under the fabric of her shorts.

“How,” Ochako’s body shook, vibrating with anticipation as he hooked onto the side of her panties, “chivalrous,” she hissed out the last word, inching as close as she could to him. “You?”

“Nope.”

“Good,” she moaned, her hips rolling against him.

She let go of him long enough to grab onto the waistband of her shorts, wiggling herself out of them as best she could before Katsuki grabbed a hold and pulled them down her legs.

“Fuck,” his face flushed, taking in the bottomless Ochako perched on the counter.

He dropped to his knees, his knee pads scratching the laminate. “Spread em,” he growled, pulling off his other glove to push apart her legs.

Blushing she let him in, resting her feet on his shoulders. Katsuki dove in, licking up her slit causing her body to spasm. “Bakugo!”

“Katsuki,” he corrected her, fingers seeking out her clit. “I wanna hear you scream my name when you come.”

Grabbing his hair she pulled him to her again, him happily complying as his tongue dipped inside of her, fingers rolling and pushing her clit.

“Yes,” she mewled. “Just like that.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki looked up to find her mouth slack, head listing to the side. He kissed along the inside of her thigh as he brought his other hand up, dragging his finger through her slick. “You’re so fucking wet,” he purred.

With a low chuckle, he pushed the digit inside of her, all the while paying attention to her clit. “Fuck,” he groaned, dragging his finger back out. “You’re gonna wreck me.”

Ochako laughed sordidly. “It’s been a while,” she confessed.

“I’m killing every fucking bee I see,” he muttered before circling her clit with his tongue.

“Shit,” her head fell back, both hands latching onto the edge of the counter. “That, do that.”

Happy to accommodate he sucked gently on the bundle of nerves pushing and pulling his finger in and out of her.

“More,” she moaned.

Katsuki added another finger, curling up into the soft velvet to hit the right spot.

“Yes,’” she ground, her legs falling over his shoulders, tightening around his head. “Gods, yes.”

Katsuki bit the inside of her thigh. “Look at me, Cheeks.” Ochako looked down, her face flushed. “I wanna see your face when you come.”

He could feel her clench around his fingers as he pumped them into her, redoubling his efforts on her clit with his tongue.

“Y’taste so fucking good,” he growled.

Ochako’s face contorted as she bit her lip, moaning sinfully.

“I want you to come all over my face,” he smirked up at her before sucking on her clit again.

“Ka--!” Her hands flew to his head, nails scratching into his scalp.

Katsuki could feel her come undone, the flat of his tongue licking up her as he gently pulled his fingers from her.

He buried his face into her, letting her run down his lips and chin.

“Kiss me,” Ochako heaved, her hand hooking under his chin, pulling his face up to hers. The tip of her tongue traced across his jaw to his lips, tasting herself on his face.

“So fucking hot,” he growled, balling her hair in his fist to kiss her; his other hand seeking out her breast, snaking his fingers under the tight spandex to roll her nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck me, Katsuki,” she reached to undo the pants of his costume.

“Say please,” he laughed, teasingly.

“Now,” she snapped, reaching in to palm him.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, “When the fuck did you get so bossy?” he snarled, kneading the soft flesh beneath her shirt.

“When you drown me in sex pollen,” she wrapped her hand around him, stroking lazily. “Off,” she pulled at his costume top with her other hand.

Obediently he let go of her, ripping the black fabric off his body before dropping his head into the crook of her neck, letting her toy with him. “God damn, Uraraka,” he groaned.

“Ochako,” she squeezed, his eyes darting to hers.

“Condom?”

“Pill.”

Katsuki grabbed her wrist, pulling her off of him before pulling his pants down far enough to free himself. “This what you want?”

“Yes,” Ochako shifted on the counter.

“You want this cock?” He pressed his tip to her, sliding himself through her wetness.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Katsuki.”

He slowly prodded at her, pushing in slightly, before hooking her leg in the joint of his arm. Rocking his hips he inched bit by bit, hissing as he went. “So fucking tight,” he gound out.

Ochako wrapped her arm around his neck, staring down at where their bodies were joining.

Katsuki could feel her stretch around him, accommodating him, all brain cells focused on the singular task of not blowing his load so soon.

“Best villain ever,” she said guiltlessly, peppering kisses across his bare chest as he began to thrust into her.

“Shirt. Off. Now,” he pressed his forehead to hers, plunging in and out of her slick warmth, cursing himself for not having jacked off earlier that morning.

Ochako fiddled with her tank top, pulling away long enough to slip it up and over her head.

“Bra,” he slammed into her, causing her to squeal. Fighting against the tight elastic she finally broke free, her breasts bouncing free. “God damn.”

Skin slapped against skin, the sound drown out by Ochako’s moans and cries of pleasure. “Kat--”

Their phones began to ring simultaneously.

“Ignore it,” he bit her shoulder.

“Faster,” she breathed as their ringtones repeated. “Please, Katsuki.”

Sweat beaded on his brow as he picked up pace. “Fuck you feel so food,” he groaned.

Katsuki shifted her leg, throwing it over his shoulder to penetrate deeper. “Fuck!”

“Right there, right there, right there,” she pulsed around him, nails digging into the back of his neck.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Hold on,” he growled, moving his hands to lift her up.

“Oh god,” Ochako cried as he rapidly bounced her off of him, latching onto him as he fucked her toward bliss. “Ka-"

“Come for me, Ochako.”

“Katsuki!”

“Louder!”

“God, Katsuki!” Ochako screamed as she came undone, vicing around him.

“Fuck!” he hissed, feeling her body tighten before slowly going limp, spilling in her at the sight of her face. He continued to stroke into her as she rode out her orgasm.

Setting her back on her counter with care he bent over her, kissing her deeply.

Their phones began to ring again, neither of them paying attention.

“Again?” Ochako breathed, a wide smile splitting her face.

“Fuck yes,” he smirked, kissing her again before she directed him to her bedroom.

It would be hours until either of them checked their messages; multiple voicemails explaining that the villain had been a wasp... and not a bee.

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