Plus One von Kroko (Bakugou / Ochako) ================================================================================ Kapitel 4: Adrift ----------------- So much of the time leading up to Deku’s wedding has been spent preparing for it that Ochako completely relegated everything else into the furthest corners of her mind. Subconsciously though, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like afterwards. Before she could banish the thoughts, she saw herself driving home, taking a shower, making herself a cup of tea and sitting down in the living room to look outside the window, probably for the rest of the night. She was dreading the feeling of emptiness following her all the way into her apartment, and sticking to the walls like tar, for days, weeks, months to come. What she didn’t expect was that she wouldn’t be alone. What she absolutely didn’t expect was that she would be here with Katsuki Bakugou, his dry and warm hands pushing up the seam of her dress as they wander over the backside of her thighs, grab a hold of her ass and pick her up as if she weighs next to nothing. His hands really feel rough, probably from the thick, calloused skin protecting his palms from his own explosions. Seeing no reason to hide her own impatience any longer, she wraps her legs around him. He carries her the short way to the bedroom, kissing her all the way. Ochako’s bedroom is exactly as tidy and neat as everything else in this apartment, the large window overseeing the neighbourhood being her pride and joy. It’s leaking soft, yellow light from the street into the room, just enough for them to see everything that’s important and ignore everything that isn’t. Kissing Bakugou has never been something that occurred to Ochako. He was the kind of man she had a hard time imagining getting intimate with anyone, and his obvious aversion to PDAs didn’t exactly help. But if she had to imagine it, she would have guessed that his touch was rough, his kisses fierce, and that there was a lot of silly growling and hissing involved. As it turns out, she wasn’t completely off. Bakugou’s voice does tend to rumble in his chest when she bites down on his lower lip or rips open his shirt. His hold on her is strong, but there is a surprising softness to it. Wherever his teeth graze her skin, an open-mouthed kiss follows after. If she had to describe his touch now, she’d call it less wild and reckless, and more intense, and yearning. He half lays, half throws her down on her bed with exactly the force that keeps her mind present, but not so hard as to hurt. For now, there’s no room for talking between them. There’s nothing but breathy moans as hands brush over fabric and the skin beneath it, pull buttons open and arms slide out of sleeves. Ochako reaches beside her to turn on the bedside lamp, but Bakugou catches her wrist mid air and guides it back to his chest. She gives him a short and sweet kiss, takes his wrist in turn and leads his hand to her back. Without missing a single beat, Bakugou follows her lead and reaches up with his other hand to undo the clasp of Ochako’s bra with a light twist of his wrist. Ochako lets both her dress and her bra glide down her body. Usually, she would have shown it off a little more - as opposed to the sports bras Ochako usually prefers, this one's pretty expensive: the lacy kind that’s see-through on the sides - But Bakugou probably wouldn’t have a lot of appreciation for it anyway, especially not in this dim light, so she carelessly tosses it aside. She leans back against the headboard, and invitingly pulls Bakugou down with her. Her dress is too expensive to be treated like this, but she enjoys the way it bunches up around her hips as she pulls her legs closer to her body, and then slowly lets them drop apart, to let Bakugou know exactly what she wants. Even in the dim light she can see the gleam in his eyes as his gaze settles right down on Ochako’s now revealed panties. It’s hard not to notice the way his breath picks up speed as he crawls between her open legs, kisses his way up from her clavicle to her jawline and up to her ear while his right hand travels down her left arm, once again holds her wrist, much gentler this time, and guides it up his thigh and to his crotch. Following the invitation, she gives him a firm squeeze, just to find something else that she hasn’t been expecting. “Oh”, Ochako makes softly. Then, looking up at him, she says: “Wait!” Before she knows it, she’s on her legs and scrambling for her dresser. She rummages around for a moment, then turns back to a confused looking Bakugou and presents him with no less than three different strapons as well as a bottle of lube. “We got this!” Bakugou’s expression immediately turns intrigued. He points to her, then to himself. “You or me?” She shrugs. “Whatever you feel like!” A bit of tension finds its way back into Bakugou’s shoulders and he scratches the back of his head. For the first time since they got here, he’s nervous. “Just so you know, I, uh… haven’t fucked a lot of people with vaginas.” A giggle almost escapes Ochako at the stilted wording, but she doesn’t want to make Bakugou think he’s being ridiculed, so she bites back a snort and smiles at him. “That’s ok, I’ve fucked enough people with vaginas for the both of us. Who do you think uses these normally?” She wriggles out of her dress until it slips to the floor and coyly steps out of it. Bakugou’s eyes follow her movements, a mixture of nervousness and interest open in his eyes. She climbs back onto the bed, puts the lube down on the nightstand, just in case, crawls up close to Bakugou until their arms are brushing against each other and offers him the assortment of strapons encouragingly. “You wanna give it a try? I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” Bakugou regards them intensely, then picks the most slender one, the one that’s got an extra protrusion to give the person using the strapon feedback and a little bit of stimulation as well. Ochako was about to lend Bakugou a hand with getting out of his pants, but he’s already shoved them off his legs unceremoniously, followed by his underwear. She can’t help feeling a little flattered at so much enthusiasm. When he wants to put on the toy with just as little fanfare, Ochako gently holds him back. She helps him put the harness on, pull the belts tight, all the while taking her time, letting her hands linger on his skin, kneading his thighs, his ass, and brushing her fingers over his hips, up his back to his shoulders, and all the way down again, to gently pull him up to her. It’s not simply to encourage him though, it’s also because now that she’s got him in front of her like this, it’s hard to deny that the way Bakugou’s muscles work when he moves does make heat rise in her cheeks. A body this gorgeous shouldn’t go unappreciated, she decides. While she’s subjecting him to her administrations, Bakugou’s hands slide over the roundness of her ass, his fingertips press into the dip where her thighs meet her ass cheeks, making her hum in contentment. His fingers brush over the outer curves of her pussy, and there’s a timidness to this exploring that makes Ochako bite her lips with how cute it is. His fingers sneak underneath the hem of her panties and dip between her folds, and Ochako is not ashamed at all of being wet and ready to his touch. She hums again as he slowly drags his index and middle finger back and forth across the entirety of her pussy, spreading her slickness to prepare her for what’s to come. Bakugou sinks between her open legs, the round tip of the toy pressed to her entrance through the barely existent fabric of her panties, which are equally as lacy as her bra. She’s so needy, the feeling resounds all the way in her belly. Eager for more, Ochako sighs and pushes up to it, and Bakugou, his face scrunched up in an expression of endless concentration, relaxes as she begins rolling her hips back and forth. The pleasant pressure against her already soft pussy draws an open mouthed moan out of Ochako’s throat. Warmth pools in her stomach and spreads into her thighs at Bakugou nibbling on her neck while he gently fucks against her. Carefully, his hands travel lower, and reach Ochako’s breasts. He cups them, tentative at first, and when brushing his thumbs over her pink nipples earns him another pronounced moan, he squeezes them - way too carefully, but it feels nice and warm nonetheless. “Literally everything about you is perfectly round, huh…!”, Bakugou mutters, and it sounds impressed. Agonizingly slowly, he rolls her nipples between his fingers, fingertips just as rough as his palms against the sensitive skin of Ochako’s boobs. And yet, he’s still being way too shy, making Ochako arch her back into his touch. “Come on, I’m not as frail as you think”, she breathes into his ear. She doesn’t know why these words seem to flip a switch inside Bakugou’s head, but he perks up immediately and looks at her as if she uttered a secret code. He immediately regains his bravado, grabs the back of Ochako’s legs and pushes them into the bed beside her, effectively folding her into the mattress. She’s so revealed in front of him like that, and it feels absolutely fantastic when she pulls aside her soaked panties and grants him access to her wet entrance. When the tip of the toy breaches Ochako, she doesn’t even try to hold back the shameless groan ripping out of her throat. She’s already so slick she can barely feel the strapon gliding into her, until the rounded tip brushes her insides at an angle that makes her throw her head back. Her hands fly up to hold onto Bakugou’s shoulders. “If you don’t give me everything you got, I swear…!”, she says between gasps. Bakugou meets her gaze, equally determined. When he speaks his breath tickles the side of her throat and makes her shudder. “Better hold on then…!” Her fingers rake through Bakugou’s messy hair as his thrusts turn faster, and harder. Her moans turn into pronounced vowels, her voice louder, and she knows she's being greedy, rocking against the strapon, but it’s so good, being pushed open by him. Every thrust makes her more sensitive, makes her welcome the smooth toy pushing in and out even more, intensifies the pleasure rushing through her. She's not an impatient person, but it's been a while, and she wants this so much that she really couldn't keep it down, even if she tried to. Their faces are only inches apart, and she can feel his breath on her skin, meet his completely transfixed gaze before her eyes roll back from how she's feeling so full, and whole, and perfect with him sliding in, and out, and pushing in again. It only occurs to her now that Bakugou is moaning too, breathy and huskily. His ears are flushed, and his fingertips dig into the skin of her legs. Drool is gathering on his bottom lip as he’s fucking into her, actually watching for the way her expression shifts when he reaches all the good, sensitive spots inside of her. Ochako wants to wriggle up to meet his thrusts, but by now he’s got her completely pinned down with his entire weight. Absolutely at Bakugou’s mercy, her mind is blown so completely that every single thought, every doubt is eradicated. “You want me to keep going, Round Face…?”, Bakugou asks, and Ochako is sure there’s an impish glee in his tone. He knows he’s got her on tenterhooks. Ochako can’t blame him. She’s well aware how cocky having someone twitching around your strapon can make you. “Yes!”, she all but screams. “Fuck, yes…!” She yelps when Bakugou suddenly lowers his head, kisses the outer curve of her breasts, then licks his way up to her nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Gently at first, he drags his entire tongue across her nipple and presses his hot, wet mouth to it, making jolts of pleasure race through Ochako’s entire body. Spurred on, Bakugou sucks and laps at her breasts, greedily drinking in the squeals he’s drawing from her as a reward, never breaking the rhythm with which he’s driving into her. Her moans are getting more high pitched and pressed, tapering off at the end as she struggles to catch her breath between each new gasp. “Yes…!”, she manages to get out. “Like that, like that!” Despite his iron grip on her, she does her best to push up to meet his thrusts, greedily chasing after that growing feeling of completeness that's spreading from her crotch, up her belly and down the insides of her thighs. Her fingers grasp aimlessly at the sheets and she throws her head back into the pillow, her moans turn deep and guttural, as her orgasm crashes down onto her like a wave and buries her underneath its force. Bakugou mercilessly rides it out all the way, slowly and deliberately hitting all the spots that make her writhe and gasp underneath him as the climax drains out of her, until she pushes her hands against his hips and signals him to stop. They look at each other, two pairs of eyes dark and fresh with need, and Ochako is the first one who starts smiling. A breathy giggle breaks from her chest. It gets muffled by Bakugou closing the distance between them and kissing her, licking, nibbling and biting her lips, then delving into her mouth, claiming it, slowly, languidly. He shifts his knees over the blanket and props himself up to pull out, and Ochako closes her thighs around his hips to guide the pace. Her head falls back into the pillow, tension draining out of her with a content sigh. Feeling all mellow and pliant, she lets her hands wander up Bakugo’s trained arms and angles her head for another kiss. When he complies, the strapon pokes her thigh and she breaks the kiss with a huffed laugh. “Wait, let me get rid of that”, she murmurs against his lips. He sits up on his heels and lets her undo the buckles while she kisses the curve of his pecs. A smell not unlike gasoline tingles in her nose, and it takes Ochako a moment to register that it’s coming from Bakugou. She nips the skin on his clavicle and breathes in the unusual scent of his sweat. A soft noise escapes Bakugou when Ochako carefully and gently takes the strapon and slides it out from between his thighs. Curious, but also looking for signs of discomfort, Ochako replaces the toy with her fingers and gently presses them between his warm folds. He’s soft against her sensitive paw pads, and she hums with delight as she finds him swollen and slick - a pleasant and enticing surprise. “What about you?”, she whispers and nips the tender skin above his collar bone. “After you treated me this well, you deserve something nice.” Bakugou seems at a loss for words. Ochako makes a mental note to write that down in her resumé. He pushes up to the friction, stifles a moan and growls, his voice breaking in his throat: “Just… do something already!” Ochako watches transfixed as he helplessly rocks his hips to meet her touch, back and forth. The way he looks up at her, a sort of vulnerable frustration open on his face, it all comes as another surprise. Figures, she thinks. From his brash demeanor, she never would have guessed Bakugou’s actually this eager to bottom. It’s an intriguing thought, and in any case, Ochako’s not one to pass up on such a beautiful invitation. As tempting as it is to let him roll his hips to meet her fingers in vain, to feel his warm wetness and desperate need, she meant what she said. “Alright”, Ochako says with a cheeky grin. “C’mon, let me take care of you.” She puts both hands on his chest and firmly pushes him back into the pillows. The kneeling position must have become uncomfortable, because he’s quick to comply. The light of the streetlamps outside falls on his face, and Ochako is mesmerized by the sight as she puts her hands on his thighs. He’s gorgeous like this - his pale skin is flushed, his lips are parted slightly and his eyes glazed over with need. He presents himself with his arms over his head, spreading his thighs for her impatiently. Ochako pulls her lower lip between her teeth at the sight as it goes right to her crotch, and she can feel her pussy throb gently. Time for Ochako to use her special trick to get him into position. Bakugou opens his mouth to say something along the lines of: “get to it already”, but he doesn’t make it that far. She taps his legs to make him weightless, gently lifts him off the mattress and floats him a few inches above it. A yelp rips out of Bakugou and he clamps his thighs around her face. “Cut that shit out, I’m gonna be sick!”, he barks and grasps for the blankets underneath him for stability. “Okay, okay, but you gotta let me go first!”, Ochako says, and giggles, but it’s muffled by Bakugou’s strong thighs squishing her face together. He gives her enough space to release him from the floating, and he softly plops back down onto the mattress, a very disgruntled look on his face. Ochako gives his knee an apologetic little kiss, and he lets her part his legs, his expression still sulky. Ochako pushes his legs back so she can bend down and kiss him right on the soft part of his inner thigh, down to the curve of his ass. She nuzzles the light tufts of hair right above his crotch, at which Bakugou wriggles impatiently underneath her touch. Time to end his suffering then. “Fuck--” is all Bakugou gets out as Ochako parts his folds with her fingers and lets her tongue dip into the warm wetness. He’s an absolute mess, his slickness causing squelching noises with each movement of Ochako’s tongue. She settles between his legs, delving deeper and pressing her flat tongue inside the hot depths of his cunt. Ochako takes in the taste of arousal, how incredibly soft he feels against her tongue. She can never get enough of this part. But what she likes even more is the low, drawn out groan rumbling through the mattress as she spreads his legs further and encourages him to roll his hips up. She wants to hear him. She wants to feel the tension in his thighs as they tremble when she hits the right spots. Careful to cover her teeth with her lips, Ochako opens her mouth wide and gently pushes against him, making sure her tongue is soft and covered with saliva. He’s spilling over underneath her, her drool mixed with his juices thick and sticky as it drips down her chin. Ochako laps it up and hums in the back of her throat when Bakugou lightly thrusts his hips to meet her. He’s all noises now as he presses up into her mouth, eager and desperate. Ochako tongues at his entrance, the sensitive spot right inside, and Bakugou pushes up, fingers tugging at her hair, arching his back. That’s what she’s been looking for. She slides her tongue over the sensitive spot in wave-like motions as the groans above her turn to screams. Bakugou’s thighs clamp around the sides of her face as his muscles contract. Trapped by his legs, it’s getting hard to breathe, but Ochako keeps going, gently now, with the slightest bit of pressure, just providing him with enough wet friction to let him ride out his orgasm. His cunt throbs against her tongue slowly and rhythmically, and while the pulsing subsides, his legs relax around her. Bakugou folds his arms over his face and turns into a trembling, exhausted pile of deep breathing and occasional moans underneath her, allowing her to free herself and prop herself up on her elbows. Bakugou peaks up at her from between his crossed arms. “You’re a mess”, he remarks with his voice hoarse from screaming and reaches down to brush away a sweaty strand of hair sticking to Ochako’s forehead. He’s absolutely right, Ochako can feel how sticky her face is and her mouth is still full of thick goop. She grabs some paper tissue from the nightstand and wipes her mouth. There will be time to clean up properly in a moment. For now they both need to catch their breaths. She crawls back to Bakugou and snuggles up to his naked body, putting one arm over his still heaving chest and one leg over his hips. She nuzzles the nape of his neck and gives him a soft kiss right underneath the jaw, making him shiver under her lips. His muscles tense under her touch. The shiver turns into a tremble, and the tremble turns into a light shaking. Ochako tightens her embrace and pulls him closer. He follows the movement, wraps both arms around her mid, tucks his head underneath her chin and hides his face in the crook of her neck. His dam is finally torn down, made shaky and brittle by the warm waves of the orgasm, and being caressed and cared for. The resulting torrential wave overwhelms him with such intensity, he can’t even hold back in front of Ochako anymore. Or maybe he doesn’t want to. Either way, she does her best to hold him together as he falls apart at the seams in her arms. He clings to her for dear life, his cracked voice barely audible as this wretched, strangled little thing wrangles itself out of his chest: “I don’t know what to do without him…!” And with that, Ochako is getting swept along by the torrent as well, and every choked back sob Bakugou convulses with tears opens the rift in her carefully built wall. She’s already shed all the tears that she could cry tonight, but that doesn’t make the ache squeezing her throat shut any better. What makes it better is having Bakugou here, to hold, to hold onto. They have both gone overboard now, but it’s alright. Better this than a journey to a place neither of them wants to be. Ochako buries her face in Bakugou’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere”, she says softly. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)