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“This final will be completed in threesomes, two heroes and one villain, just like in a real police precinct. The villain will decide the scenario of the crime and proper information will be provided to the heroes. I will be selecting the trios myself. To pass, you must get as much information as you can from the villain. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a confession, admission, or information on another attack. You must receive something more than what is in the case briefing.”

“You will have two timeouts at your disposal during the thirty-minute exam. You can use it however you want including to conference or bait the villain. If you fail, you’ll be taking remedial classes with me on Saturdays instead of your internships”, Midnight sang as she left them to see the trios she had crafted. Not every student would have a chance to play the villain - Momo had broken down within the first minute of questioning during the practice tests - but the trios were somewhat strange. Bakugou chalked it up to Midnight being a freak.

Of course, Bakugou would be paired up with shitty Deku. The teachers loved to “see their growth as partners and heroes.” Tch. Whatever. But their villain had his eyebrows climbing to his hairline. Anti-gravity villain Uravity. This’ll be easy; Round Face couldn’t evil her way out of a paper bag with holes in it. Villains would be handcuffed during the length of the exam with an automatic deduction of points if their quirks were used.

He and Deku spent the week reviewing and when test day came, they were confident. Even if the fucking nerd was the only one to do the talking, she would break. Good cop/bad cop. It would be fine. He adjusted his gauntlets as Deku nodded to him. The door opened, starting the exam.

Too bad their plans went out the window after the door clicked closed.

“Hello, Deku. Ground Zero,” She nodded toward them from her seat at the table. She was in an altered watered-down version of her hero costume without the support gadgets and high tech boots. Her bubblegum pink patches and accents had been replaced with a deep purple. Muted colors to blend in the shadows of her fake crime. Robbery. Gem theft.

“I was hoping you’d be the ones talking to me. Although, I do wish it was in a more comfortable environment,” she pulled her hands up from under the table to shake the handcuffs. There was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, so much like the one she usually had before she was going to purposefully irritate him with her bubbly giggles or roundness. Bakugou narrowed his eyes as he leaned on the door frame. No need to sit down. Deku scraped the chair in front of her and sat down, collecting his thoughts and dropping the case briefing on the table.

As Deku glanced back toward Bakugou, they shared a look, agreeing she was up to something. Bakugou rolled his eyes as Deku shared a mild smile motioning back towards Uraraka and her hands as he began, “Uravity, I hate to see you in handcuffs like this-”

“I’d love to see you in handcuffs. I bet you’d look delicious begging.”

What?

Bakugou couldn’t stop his mouth from falling open as Deku froze while opening the folder. She just continued to sit and smile between the two of them.

“I’m…. I’m sorry?” Deku finally sputtered. The smile turned sweeter showing her dimples. It made Bakugou’s brain do cartwheels. She looked like normal Uraraka. Surely... they had misheard.

“I said I bet you look delicious begging. Maybe you’d cry a little? No?” Nope, they hadn't misheard her. The air in the room seemed to turn hotter by the second. Deku’s face was flushed, his mouth moving with no sound coming out. Uraraka kept speaking.

“Pussy—” Bakugou snapped his mouth closed with a click as she raised an eyebrow at the sound, ”Cat got your tongue? Say Zero, how do you feel about handcuffs?”

The chains rattled again. It was all he could do to breathe and try to process what was happening. Obviously, she didn't understand what those words meant. How she was saying them. What she was actually implying with her head cocked to the side and her eyelashes fluttering like that.

Were her eyelashes always that long- Focus dammit. Uraraka rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as she sat back in her chair.

“Oh, I bet you’re a screamer. Makes sense with all the yelling you do.” She winked at the confused look he was giving her. Fuck.

They didn’t prepare for this. Hell, he hadn’t even known this side of her existed. Shit. They had to get the control back. Deku was still in a semi-frozen state so it was up to Bakugou. He coughed to regain his composure.

“Oi. Tell us what your angle is.”

“Well, a slight curve to the right is preferred. But for you? Whatever you’ve got.” Slight curve to the... Oh my god. Surely she wasn’t talking about his dick.

“Come again?”

“Keep talking and I just might.”

Deku choked on his own saliva and Bakugou’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Uraraka was definitely talking about sex. And his dick curve. She didn't stop the giggles to their reactions. “Oh, that was a good one. Okay, I’ll give you an answer for being such a good boy.” He felt a prickle of heat travel down his body. Now was not the time to get a boner.

“What’s your goal here, Uravity?”

“To be pinned against that wall by you.” Well, that did it.

“Uraraka!” Bakugou growled out her name while Deku more or less screamed it in shock.

“Oh, I love the way you scream my name. Makes a girl go crazy,” She leaned close to Deku once more, but kept her eyes locked on Bakugou’s and whispered, “Do it again, De-ku.” She was toying with them. They needed to retreat. They needed to come up with a plan.

Bakugou grabbed Deku by the collar and started to drag him out of the room, much to Uraraka’s dismay. “Oh boo! Didn’t momma ever teach you not to leave a girl unfinished? ”

“Bite me,” He yelled over his shoulder. But he made the mistake of making eye contact with Uraraka. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with pink, but her pupils were blown wide with desire. If she was just toying with them for the sake of the final, she was enjoying every minute of it. She had no shame with the things she was saying. She threw him a saucy grin.

“Gladly.”

The boys took a minute to gather their thoughts. The room was full of heavy breathing as they tried to process whatever that was. Bakugou was the first to speak.

“Shit.”

“Kacchan—” Deku’s whining was not helping.

“Yeah, I know,” They were utterly fucked. And if Uraraka had her way, well, it could mean… literally.

“Okay wait- Let’s think about this. It’s just Ochako.”

“What is there to think about, Deku? 'Just Ochako’ my ass. She’s acting like she wants us to ram her into next week and we’re in the middle of a fucking exam!” Bakugou pulled at his hair. Suddenly, her behavior over the last few days was clicking. The winking, the different smiles, the light touches on the arms…

“This must be why she was giggling like a maniac whenever she looked at us all week. She probably has comebacks for every normal line of questioning.” She’d been practicing on him all week. That bitc—

“No, she wants to ram you into next week. She’s barely keeping me in the loop.” Okay. True, not that he minded.

“Well, no shit. You froze with the first thing out of her damn mouth and then you choked on your own saliva.”

“Fair,” good, he wasn’t going to deny the weak-ass response he had, “but then she turned her attention on you, and you kept feeding her!” The double entendres had to stop.

Bakugou looked out of the one-way window taking a breath through his nose. Punching Deku would not help him pass this exam. Uraraka was sitting there looking at her nails humming like she wasn’t playing this cheeky minx rocking his whole world. Deku sighed as he scrubbed his face.

“Okay. Can you just give it to her?” If looks could kill, Deku would have been incinerated. “Wait. That’s not—okay look. Can you go toe to toe with her? Maybe if we flip the script and get her flustered, we can get the information we need to pass.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that Deku? I didn’t even know the Space Cadet knew what sex was!” Who had taught her? Why hadn’t it been him? For the love of God, please focus.

“Kacchan, we have to do something! We’re running out of time.” The blaring clock overhead showed 23 minutes remaining.

Bakugou crossed his arms. He normally wouldn’t back down but there was no way this was going to end well. Not with her wanting him to pin her. And him wanting to pin her. Against the wall. The table. A bed. During the fucking exam. Focus.

“Alright, we go back in and we steamroll this bullshit. We ignore her...whatever the fuck this is and pry the information out of her.” He swallowed looking back at the bored-looking girl in the other room. “We need to get her monologuing. That’s what most villains do and that’s what she is.” A cheeky little villain. A cheeky, little vixen who was going to make him fail.

Deku looked out of the one-way mirror with his lips rolled in. He obviously didn’t like this idea but they were running out of time. And playing her sex game was not an option. She was looking to devour Bakugou and wanted Deku to watch the show.

When the boys came into the room, Uraraka rolled her shoulders and sighed. “Finally. I missed my boys. What took so long? Showers not working?”

This time, Bakugou sat in a chair catty-cornered to Uraraka and the table. He leaned back with an ankle on his other knee trying to look as disinterested as possible. He saw her eyes flick toward him but kept her focus on Deku as he sat back in front of her, quickly opening the folder. Game time.

“Uravity, you were seen leaving the coffee shop on fourth and fifth,” Good jump right in. Do not give her any lead way.

“God, I love a man who pays attention. Tell me more.” Was she… purring?

“Yesterday at 4 pm. Where did you go?”

“Home. I had to grab some materials before my appointment.” Bakugou quirked a brow. Was this finally an honest answer?

“What appointment, Floaty?”

She tsked toward Bakugou without turning her eyes away from Deku. “See what I mean? A boy doesn’t pay attention to a woman like a man does, right Deku?” She licked her lips and leaned on her palm. “Go on Deku, answer Blasty.”

“Um.. it seems like you went to a spa for the rest of the afternoon?” She hummed in agreement as he continued. “My next question is who did you meet inside the spa?”

“My waxer. He does a marvelous job. Would you like to see?” Bakugou gripped his ankle as Deku coughed, pulling on his collar. Her tongue jutted between her lips as she sighed.

“It took longer than usual because… well... Brazil is lovely this time of year isn’t it?” She wasn’t even trying to hide anything now. Bakugou groaned. He heard an alert in his communicator. His left gauntlet had just reached half capacity and she barely had a hair out of place. Deku sounded as if he was having an asthma attack. Uraraka just sat there looking like a cat who had a canary in its mouth. She was still ignoring Bakugou and he couldn’t figure out if he was happy about that or not.

They were not doing well. They hadn’t built a rapport with the suspect, nor gotten any valuable -well case worthy- information out of her. Did she have partners? Was there another attack? What was her main goal? What could they do to stop any future attack? Why wasn’t she acknowledging him? Bakugou adjusted his gauntlet as he eyed his partner and the villain. Look at me.

“How would you rate yourself as -” Deku attempted to get them back on track. But Uraraka wasn’t having any of that.

“Without clothes? A solid 12.”

“N-no I meant rate yourself-”

“Oh, with clothes? Eh, a 9.” Bakugou caught his eyes before they could roam lower than her waist. Her bodysuit was not hiding those three points. Deku cleared his throat as his cheeks were turning a deeper red. This is a disaster. Look at me.

“Can you think of any reason-”

“Many, Izuku Sweetheart, but you need to be specific.” Look over here, dammit. Quit focusing on him.

“Any reason why you-”

“I won’t get my way? Yeah. If Bakugou suddenly decides he’s gay.” His name rolling off her tongue as if he wasn’t there made his spine shudder in pleasure. But a nonchalant hand wave toward him made his eye twitch. Look at me

“Oi-” he started but was interrupted with a tap on the table. Right, remember, bulldoze the bullshit. Too bad this entire dumpster fire was getting too big to be bulldozed.

“Uraraka, please. Be serious”

“Okay, okay I will. Ask away. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” Rolling his eyes at the innocent mask she put on, Bakugou waited for the next question from Deku. Deku took a deep breath. Here it comes.

This has to stop.

“Can you think of any reason why you would be suspected of villainy?”

Uraraka paused. Bakugou sat up straight. Was she breaking? She nibbled on her lip and flicked her eyes back and forth between Deku and her hands. Why wasn’t she making eye contact with him?

“I guess cause I’ve been such a bad girl and all,” she huffed. Deku pinched his nose. She had managed to get them back off track. “You’re right. I deserve to be punished” She finally turned toward Bakugou leaning her head back. Her eyes were smoldering and almost onyx. Her lips were glistening and flushed. Her neck was pale, long, inviting…

“Right Ka-tsu-ki?” A flash of anger lit through him at hearing his name as his body practically melted for her. She was just toying with him. Brat.

“I swear if you don’t start answering these questions I will-”

“You’ll what? Beat it out of me? I have a paddle you can use,” she sighed, eyes fluttering closed. He tried to use an intimidation tactic by slamming his fist on the table. Too bad Uraraka moaned at the motion which fully stalled his brain.

“I bet your hands would feel amazing right now. Do you mind? My neck is so tense,” He was going to murder her. She was a villain. It’ll work out in the end. Deku was doing his dumb nervous laugh that just pissed him off more.

Bakugou leaned toward her, “Last chance, Round face.” Her eyes flickered with minor rage. Why did that make his body feel so hot?

“What? You want me to beg? Fine.” Her now onyx eyes met his ruby ones. “Please, Daddy.”

Yep. Hot blooded murder.

Everything moved so quickly. Deku was thrown into a coughing fit as Uraraka was thrown against the wall by Bakugou. He gripped her collar tight, shoving a thigh between her legs, locking her in. The wind was knocked out of her making her whimper. This was it. The opening they needed to turn this around. He lowered his mouth toward her ear and gathered all his anger… his embarrassment…

“Try that again, Cheeks. I dare you. I will murder you right here right —” The threat died on his tongue when he felt her center grind against his thigh. Holy hell, this was a great… no... bad idea. Abort abort.

“Told you I’d get you to pin me,” she moaned. He held his breath trying to gather any sense of dignity to play this off. Her half-lidded eyes begged him to come closer as they flicked down to his lips. She licked her lips as he leaned forward in a trance.

“Daddy kink huh? Noted.” The entire room stilled at the sound of Bakugou’s nerves breaking.

Fucking. Shit.

Uraraka was dropped with a thud as Bakugou turned on his heels. Her laughter rang like alarm bells as he stalked out of the room with a raging hard-on.

“I told you...”

“I promise you Deku, if you finish that thought I will hang your entrails as my fucking banner.”

“You walked right into that! All of that!” Bakugou turned and pushed Deku against the glass with a growl. Both of them froze at her voice coming through the intercom.

“Katsuki baby? Come back to me. I miss you," the lilting announcement had Katsuki overheating. She was using his first name against him. They had agreed to use given names when it was just them— no prying classmates or spying adults. Why was she using it so freely? How was she using it so freely? Deku just raised his eyebrow at him as she continued.

"Katsuki, you better not be playing around with Izuku instead of me. That's just not fair!" She was pouting with her round cheeks and round eyes. Bakugou's grip loosened on Deku.

“Kacchan, you gotta put her on her back,” Bakugou released Deku fully with a knock against the head. Deku slapped him in the arm in rebuttal. “Stop it! I’m serious! We are running out of time and you are the only one who can finish her.”

“Deku, you can’t blush like that after you say it or it doesn’t work." He sighed walking back to the wall.

“See? You're the only one who can fight fire with fire. Are you saying you aren’t man enough for it?”

Maybe too much of man. Although it was just an exam, Bakugou wasn’t sure he’d be able to separate the fantasy of the exam from reality. This is what he had been coaxing out of her for the last few months. This feisty, spicy side that she kept locked away from the world was always a treat that came out. He had slowly started understanding how to unlock it more and more when they were alone. Just Ochako and Katsuki sparring, training, or watching a movie.

He made eye contact with her through the window as a feral grin crept onto his face. That’s right. He knew this Ochako. She was honest and quick with her tongue, but that also meant her brain would sometimes sputter if the reaction was too fast. He smiled as his shoulders relaxed. Oh yeah, Bakugou couldn’t handle her but Katsuki could. He began taking off the extraneous parts of his costume as he turned to Deku, who was eyeing him warily watching the shift happen.

“Oi. Remind me what we know. I think I figured out how to shut her fucking mouth up.”

"Will your pants stay on?"

"DEKU!"

“Oh? Did we scare Izuku away?” Uraraka’s smug grin was almost palpable as Katsuki sauntered in. He sat down in Izuku's chair with a smile.

“Actually he needed to go cool off. Your filthy little mouth had him spinning." Her smile faltered; eyes clouded with confusion as he shook his head. She frowned when he moved his elbows to the table, closing the physical space between them. A knock on the glass behind him kept him focused on Ochako.

“Oh come now Princess, don’t be like that. Where’s the Spicy Ochako that’s been busting my balls all morning?” She bristled for a moment before her mask slipped back on. Round three, you little tease.

“Princess? You must have mistaken me with another. I’m the fucking Queen,” she winked at him and a smirk curved up his cheek.

“You’ll certainly feel like one when I'm done with you.” Eh, maybe that was too much over the line. He could tell by the rapid knocking on the glass behind him that Deku also felt like he crossed the line. But that scarlet fire that rushed over her cheeks had him wanting to cross that line more. Focus.

“Although, I’m not into watching sunsets, but I’d love to see you go down. Too bad you’re out of time, Daddy.” He felt his cheeks color at her tone. Harder beating on the glass, probably directed at both of them this time. Exam. Focus.

“Tch. I still have seven minutes to rock your world like you did that jewelry store this morning. Color me impressed that this little vixen figured out how to set up alibi weeks in advance,” their eyes were locked in a heated glare. “Your ‘waxer’ ended up unconscious in his room during the robbery and can only vaguely recall you being there.”

“Now, now, Katsuki, no need to be jealous,” Ochako lifted her legs, her bodysuit wrapping under the arch of her feet, and crossed them on the corner of the table. She wiggled her toes toward him as she stretched her arms above her head. “If you want to see my alibi, all you have to do is ask. Nicely, with a please.”

Katsuki took a moment to follow the curve of her calves up to her thighs. Her very strong thighs that would grip his middle when they sparred as she tried to flip him. Or straddle him when he daydreamed. He bit his lower lip and continued up her body. Her stretching had elongated her torso, causing her curves to pour out to him. Her arms were draped on her head as he met her eyes again.

Ochako was flushed but completely focused on him. Her mouth had parted during his adventure up her body. He rolled his eyes playfully as he stood. Ochako seemed to flinch back as he lifted her legs off the corner replacing them with his body. He began to massage her ankles.

“Oh, please my queen tell me how it felt to rob McArthur’s from the building next door?” He stifled a chuckle seeing her blush to her hairline. Ochako tried to pull her legs from him but he merely gripped tighter.

“Ah, ah, no you don’t. I’m sure you’ve got knots from the gymnastics you had to pull off going through the doors and windows to avoid the cameras. I know you do after all the insane bending and twisting you showed me during our spar last night.” Shit, he shouldn’t have said that. Ochako blinked before her face curled in a knowing smile.

“Of course you would bring up last night. Which was your favorite part? Getting pinned or being pinned?” Her voice had dropped with a slight drawl. The motion on her knees froze just for a moment. She swooped in to get the power back.

“Tsk. Can’t decide? Me neither. On one hand, the feeling of your….length… pressed against me really had my head spinning. The way you flipped me like I weigh nothing? Mmmm... The way those hands feel on my waist follows me throughout the day.” She takes one of her legs back from his grasp to place it firmly on the ground. Katsuki was now pinned between her open legs while she was talking about being pinned by him. Goddammit.

He moves to face her and puts his hands on her thigh for purchase. “You know if you would mov—”

“But then again,” Ochako cut him off rolling her head to the back, “oh my God, when I manage to pin the great Ground Zero?” she tensed her thighs on either side of his legs and he cannot stop a soft groan. “The absolute power I feel in that moment is a high unlike any other.” Her eyes have completely darkened at the memory. Oh, fuck him. Please.

Harsh slapping on the glass behind Katsuki brought him back down from whatever clouds were filling his brain. He quickly glanced at the clock behind her. Shit, six minutes left and she had him literally panting between her legs. He quickly detangled himself from her heavenly thighs. She merely lifted a brow as he slowly walked around her.

“You’re right. You should feel powerful having me between your legs,” Katsuki responded in a cool breath. His hands pulled her arms off her head to circle his neck. He looked up and locked eyes with her in the glass in front of them. He made sure to feather the backs of his fingers down the lengths of her arms pausing on either side of her chest.

Ochako arched her back and fully leaned her head back against his neck. He licked his lips at the sight as he whispers, “Queens are always powerful, but you take the fucking cake, Angel.” Her fingers gripped his hair and they both sighed at the feeling.

If this was a real interrogation, he would have been fired. But it’s not. It’s an exam. And he needed to get any information to pass. By any means necessary.

“Angel, tell me something.”

“What Baby?”

“If you did get a wax, why didn't you get your eyebrows done?”

The air drastically cooled. He smirked against her hair as her fingers gripped harder. Hook. Two minutes.

“You’re sneaky, Angel. Setting up dual appointments for months to make sure you had enough time to rob McArthur’s blind. But you missed a hair in your haste.”

“Details details.” Ochako shakily responded. She started to play with his hair. So good.

He dropped his mouth next to her ear and licked it. “I’m a details kind of guy.”

Katsuki pulled her hands from his neck as he moved back to sit in front of her. This time, he yanked the handcuffs to pull her face into his other hand.

“So tell me, how did you manage to fit all of that inside the back window? And get back out?” Ochako’s eyes were glazed over as he gripped her chin between his fingers.

“All of what?”

He towered over her. Strategically blocking all views from teachers and nosey partners. Line. One minute.

“All of that incredible body you keep hidden under that tight bodysuit. You’re right—definitely a twelve without clothes on,” their foreheads touched as his breath washed over her lips. His hand moved down her chin to the column of her throat. She swallowed, pulling a curse from him as he felt her throat move under his fingers.

“But I gotta ask, did that window bruise you a whole three points?” They were so close their noses were touching. He moved her head to a better angle as her eyes fluttered.

“More like a gash.” she sighed

Sinker. He pulled back just enough to graze their lips. He held her from chasing his mouth as he spoke. “And how did you manage to do that?”She licked her lips trying to catch a taste of him. 𝑆𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒.

“I caught it when I—” he flicked his tongue out making contact with the side of her mouth. Ochako fully whined at the missed mark while the words came tumbling out, “dropped the diamond.” His hand moved to the nape of her neck keeping her close enough to be too far. 𝐴𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, pulling her head back watching her eyes flash with need. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒.

Her hazy eyes cleared while the timer rang.

His smile grew as hers faded realizing her mistake. “Shit.”

“Gotcha, Angel.” He winked at the blush reigniting across her face. The door kicked open as he separated from her completely to cool off.

“Kacchan, did you—” Deku hurried over to him, eyeing Ochako wearily.

“Yea nerd. We passed.” Katsuki looked at Ochako once more before leaving the room. Deku shook his head moving to her with the handcuff keys. Her face was still flushed staring at the open door.

“What just happened?”

“Well, you tried to mind fuck, emphasizes on the fuck, Kacchan and just used me like a ragdoll,” Deku deadpanned. Ochako couldn’t stop the strangled noises coming from her as Deku took the handcuffs. His cheeks were lightly dusted, while he avoided her eyes. “So you and Kacchan huh?” It seemed like at that moment, the gravity of the last thirty minutes came crashing down on Ochako.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD, what did I just do?” she groaned into her hands. “He is never going to look at me again. He is never going to talk to me again. OH MY GOD.” Deku just coughed in response. She whipped her face up, narrowing her eyes.

“I wouldn’t say that… I’m sure his mouth will be a little preoccupied the next time he sees you.”

“IZUKU!”

Ochako was still moaning and groaning over Izuku and Katsuki’s test. She had been practicing all week after her conversation with Midnight on Monday. She had sought the R rated hero's advice knowing the boys would be scheming ways to break her. She didn't want to be a 'Momo'.

“Use what you know and what you have against them. Practice throughout the week and swallow your blushes. They can’t get the information out of you if they can’t use their brains.”

Which was working until Katsuki came back alone. She pulled her tank down over her head and reached for her gym jacket. Izuku probably hyped him up just barely to buy him enough time for his cunning, very smooth brain to come back online. Ochako covered her eyes just remembering how close they were at the end. He had licked her! She had whined! She groaned again banging her head against the lockers.

“Ya’ know, those aren’t the sounds you were making earlier.”

She jumped at the deep voice. Of course, Katsuki would come to corner her in the locker room. He was probably furious with her.

“Oh hey…uh, hey there Bakugou. Good job passing your exam,” Ochako turned to find him leaning against the other set of lockers. His eyes burned enough to make her whole body flush. Definitely mad but also maybe…

“No thanks to you. What no more Katsuki?” He stalked across the room, his smile getting larger the closer he came to her. Her back hit the lockers as his arms came on either side of her face. “I personally liked 'baby’.”

Ochako couldn’t stop the response. She tried to bite it back but she just couldn’t. It was like he purposefully set her up to be swallowed by him. And it thrilled her.

“My favorite was Daddy.”

“You and that fucking mouth, Ochako.” He grabbed her throat again like earlier but this time she didn’t limit her moans. He closed the distance as their lips crashed into each other. They fought against each other giving only enough to try and take more. Ochako was seeing stars when Katsuki finally pulled away to attack her neck. She resettled one hand in his hair, keeping him close on her neck while her other dove underneath his tank top. He shivered against her.

“Is that going to happen anytime a pretty girl calls you Daddy?” He pulled off her neck with a pop, eyeing the formed hickey greedily.

“Depends.” She frowned, hooking a leg around his hip to lock him in. He grabbed a fistful of her ass, pulling moans from both of them. “Can I still check out your alibi?”

Ochako’s laugh was soon drowned out by whimpers and moans.