Cussed (Kacchako)

TEN

Hello! So I was doing some outside reading this weekend (some of my smutty chicklit) and it definitely rubbed off a little. Soooo, this is NSFW. It's not, like, overly graphic, but just giving a heads up! I also probably won't be able to write much more until the end of the week, I'm in charge of journal club at the lab this week and it always takes me forever to put together decent power points.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading :)

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"Let me warm you up."

Ochako's eyes widened and she searched Katsuki's face. He was so close to her, his crimson eyes drilled into hers, and she could almost feel the heat in them as they smoldered. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering; and she knew she should tell him no. She wasn't in the frame of mind to be making any decisions. She hadn't realized how much seeing Deku would throw her, how much his ease and carefree manner of approaching her would hurt her. Whether they were together or apart truly hadn't changed anything for him. It was only her world that had changed, that fractured when he had ended things. She felt empty and so cold.

She balled her fists in Katauki's dress shirt, ruining the crisp lines of the charcoal fabric. He was offering to warm her, to fill her so she wouldn't feel so empty that she would blow away in a stiff breeze. His eyes bored into hers and she nodded.

Strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her on to the table. As he stepped closer to her, her legs spread causing her skirt to hike up around her thighs. His hands gripped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. She opened for him immediately and his tongue tangled with hers. One of his hands left her face to brace on the table as he bared down on her, the other slid back across her cheek to bury in her hair and tilt her head back so he could deepen the kiss further.

Ochako felt a dull warmth start to form in her center, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more. Her hands started tugging at Katsuki's shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his waistband, once free she slid her hands under the material to run her palms up his hard frame, to feel his warmth.

Katsuki yelped and broke the kiss. "Fucking hell, woman, your hands are cold."

"I told you I was cold," she murmured. She supposed she should pull her hands back. To be polite. But he was so warm and he felt so solid beneath her hands and, well, she just didn't want to stop touching him.

"Well," he murmured, cupping her right cheek with his hand and trailing kisses across her left left jaw until he reached her ear, "let's get working on that." Ochako gasped as he nipped her ear before moving his mouth to her neck. Her hands trailed down his ribs to his waist and pulled him closer to her, wrapping her legs around his hips trapping him against her. It wasn't enough yet, she wanted more warmth.

He chuckled and moved his mouth back to hers. A part of her rebelled at how confident and sure of himself he seemed, but he just felt so damned good that she was soon lost in the feel of him. His hand slid up the top of her left thigh as the other slid beneath her blazer to tug at the back of her blouse where it was tucked into her skirt.

"What is this nonsense on your legs?" he asked, and she couldn't help but smile at how disgruntled he sounded as he plucked at her nylons. Answering was difficult, as she was distracted as his other hand got under her blouse and heat spread as it slid up and down her back.

"They're nylons."

"Why?"

He sounded so annoyed she couldn't suppress a giggle. "I have to wear them with the skirt for work. It just wouldn't be proper to go around with bare legs."

He looked at her now, his brows furrowed, looking almost baffled at the idea. "I'm going to take them off."

"You most definitely will not. They'll run." And they were her last pair without a run. She didn't trust him to remove them carefully enough. She knew why he wanted them gone, and while the still sentient part of her mind knew it would probably be smarter to stop things now, the dull heat in her center had settled lower and had turned into a steady burn. Maybe her taking them off wouldn't be a terrible idea. She started to loosen her legs so she could do so but Katsuki growled.

"Fine, they can stay where they are." The hand on the top of her leg slid up under her skirt and as his thumb pressed against her, it sent a burst of heat from where he touched through out her entire body.

"Katsuki!"

"Quiet," he said huskily as the hand under her shirt coming out to unbutton her shirt as he continued to rub with his other hand.

Ochako felt herself redden as her shirt fell open and Katauki's eyes travelled up her body. She opened her mouth in protest as he flicked open the clasp between her breasts but his mouth covered hers before she could say anything. A hand slid up her side and then up to cover one of her breasts. He kneaded it in time with the circling of his thumb on his other hand and she felt something in her tighten, but she couldn't think as he kissed her. The onslaught was complete and she felt her head spin, she couldn't focus on any one thing.

His mouth moved to her neck and she lost balance. She pulled her hands away from where they had been running against his chest and leaned back, bracing herself on her elbows.

"Ochako," he murmured between kisses in her neck, neither hand stopping their moment.

"Katsuki," she managed between breaths. She couldn't breathe regularly anymore, instead it came out in gasps. She tried to think, she had let this go too far. They were at work for God's sake. "Katsuki, we should--"

"Ochako, please," he nibbled along her neck, "you're close. Let me finish."

"But--"

"Let me finish," he said again, increasing the pressure and movement of his hand.

"Katsuki, please..." she didn't know what she was asking him for. She honestly couldn't say if she was asking him to stop or asking him to follow through. He took it as the latter and the speed of the strokes increased.

His mouth trailed heat along her jaw before latching on to her lips again and she let herself go. Her arms snaked around his neck. Her back arched and she pressed herself against his hand. Something inside her was winding tighter.

"There we go," he murmured against her mouth. "Just feel it, Ochako." Her senses narrowed to the points where he was touching her, they felt like they were on fire and spreading warmth through the rest of her. She had to pull her face away from his kiss to gasp. "That's it, girl," he murmured, his hands not slowing.

"Katsuki," her voice came out hoarse, between the gasps.

"Mmm?"

"I--" she let out a moan as everything in her tightened, "Kastuki!" He closed his mouth around hers, swallowing his name and her shout, and as his tongue dove into her mouth she felt everything come apart.

Katsuki held her close as her body shuddered through its release. When she finally went limp, he lifted her and carried her to one of the plush chairs pushed up against a bookshelf. He sat and just held her against him as she caught her breath. As her breathing and heart rate returned to normal, she realized that she felt more centered and balanced than she had in weeks.

She glanced up at the man who was holding her. He casually arched a brow at her in question, but she noticed there was tension around the corners of his eyes. He looked strained and exhausted. His question remained and she found she had no idea what to say. Suddenly feeling very self conscious she blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"I think you ended up ruining my nylons anyways."

Whatever he had been expecting, it obviously hadn't been that. He burst out laughing. It took a moment but when it subsided he grinned down at her. "Think you can walk? We should head back."

She looked at him, confused. Surely he didn't think they finished, she hadn't done anything for him. She was exhausted, but it just didn't feel right. She was in his lap. She knew he wasn't finished. "Katsuki, I can--"

"No," he interrupted tightly. "I can't do anything else, holding back was hard enough as it was. We should head back. You can get cleaned up before we have to start baby sitting and I can take a very fucking cold shower."

"But--"

"No," he interrupted again, this time more gently. He stood and set her on her feet. He pulled her bra closed and started buttoning up her blouse. His hands were shaking. She put her hands on his and opened her mouth again. "I don't know what happened earlier," he said quietly cutting her off.

He pulled his hands away and started tucking his shirt in. "Something upset you and I wanted to fix it. For you. But I'm not going to do more when you're fragile or whatever. It wouldn't be," he pulled a face before continuing, "it wouldn't be manly. And if you tell that red headed bastard I said that I'll..." he trailed off, obviously not having anything he could threaten her with. He huffed and turned towards the door.

Ochako looked at his silhouette and felt some of her balance fleeing her. Her emotions were all over the place, and as much as she wanted to continue, consequences be damned, she realized he was probably right. Katsuki seemed to at least care somewhat about her headspace, and it wouldn't be fair to use him solely to fill up the void left by Deku.

There was too much competitive history between the two of them, she was sure Katsuki would rage at the thought that he was just a substitute for the other man. He still probably just wanted them to enjoy each other, but he deserved to be enjoyed for himself and not as some sort of placeholder for another man. And she was sure now that she could do that, but right now wasn't the right time. She finished buttoning her blouse and tucked it in before straightening her blazer.

She would find the right time, and she would try to find it soon.

Katsuki wandered over to the table and started looking around on the floor to the sides of the piece of furniture. She wandered over to him when he bent down to pick something up. He turned towards her when she walked over to him and held up her hair clip. It must have been knocked out at some point. She held out her hand for it, but he stepped forward and clipped it behind her ear.

He looked at her and then frowned before shrugging apologetically. "Your hair's a mess. I don't know how to fix it."

Ochako pulled a face. It was probably unsalvageable. She ran a hand through her hair and pulled out the clip. She pulled some hair back and clipped it properly. It still probably looked awful but it would do.

Katsuki stared at the clip for a moment before murmuring, "It's really cute."

She smiled at him, "Let's head back."

He unlocked the door and glanced out quickly before opening it fully and letting her walk out.