Car sex
#kacchako

Rated: it's just p0rn
Word count: 3.2k

When jealousy ensues, Ochako gets fucked in the backseat
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Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, and Ochako was smiling.

Not because to greet her husband after taking a fresh leak, but to a man who wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki.

“Uravity! Uravity! I’m your biggest fan! Can I please have your autograph?”

he heard, an overzealous tone ringing in his ears, and Bakugou Katsuki, an unproclaimed jealous man he is, he. didn’t. like it.

Katsuki stomped his way over the two as Ochako scribbled her name on a piece of napkin, bouncing her chubby little ass, smiling with her chubby little cheeks. He groaned, irritation scratching at the bay of his neck.

He flanked by her shoulder to tell her he was done. Wrapping his arm around her waist, narrowing his eyes to slits, he jolted his head to his left to tell the man to 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

The man winced at his gesture, nodding in understanding, and exclaimed, “Well thanks for the autograph Uravity! I’ll be off now!” His voice was still a little too loud for Katuski’s liking, but the fanboy slowly scooted his way out, laughing nervously.

“Be nice to my fans, Katsuki.” She booped his nose.

“Tch,” he sneered. “I’m the only fan you need.”

Katsuki and Ochako made their way into the theater, finding their seats that catered half the size of Katsuki and double the size of Ochako. Without hesitation, Katsuki pulled on its arm, clearing the barrier between them,

and Ochako naturally flopped onto his side, resting her head on his chest.

The movie started. Katsuki wasn’t really paying attention. His mind was muddled by the pesky fanboy, and he only wanted to enjoy the stroking of her fingers on his stomach.

But when he caught a glimpse of the screen, his brain short circuited. Not only did the protagonist look just like the fanboy, but the heroine also looked like his hot ass wife, except less hotter of course.

Katsuki rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it! And much to his dismay, the movie transitioned to a bed scene. It didn’t help the actress’s face was hidden as the fanboy was eating out her face, a hand carding through the short brown hair, the other squeezing on her round ass.

“Ooh getting steamy huh?” Ochako murmured in his ear, reaching for their bucket of popcorn before popping a piece into her mouth.

The movie wasn’t hot. It was a horror! Katsuki continued to watch the actor take off the actress’s clothes.

They tumbled on the mattress, moaning and groaning as they wrestled out of their panties. But this wasn’t a porn after all, so the screen doused itself only with the color of their skin, but fuming and seething Katsuki clearly wasn’t having it.

“STOP!! he shouted at the screen, but the characters didn’t stop, only earning him glares from the audience and a shush from the corner.

“Katsuki…what’s wrong?” The brightness of the movie barely illuminated her concern.

“W-we need to get outta here!” he fidgeted, chucking the popcorn to the ground.

“Wha-what?!” Before Ochako could clean up the mess, her wrist was grasped out of the room, then into the parking lot.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” she yelled out his full name. “What the heck are you doing?!”

Katsuki didn’t answer. He instead pulled his key out of his pocket, jingling at his hectic touch, automatically unlocking his car and starting the engine, thank you technology.

He wretched the backseat door open and pushed Ochako inside. Before she could straighten herself to gauge his mischief, his torso was already bare, shirt thrown on the dashboard, watching him in a hurry to unbuckle his belt.

So Ochako puffed an air out of her nose and begrudgingly followed his lead, taking off her own shirt.

“Ugh really? 𝘕𝘰𝘸?” she groaned, chucking her bra, landing straight on his face.

Katsuki hurled her bra to the front, looping around the stem of the rearview mirror before dangling as an ornament. Katsuki’s eyes ogled at the sight of two plump flesh, heaving as an invitation to suck on her glands.

He licked his lips. “Heck yea princess, need you. 𝘕𝘰𝘸.”

He then grasped by her ankle, dragging her nipple straight into his mouth. Familiar smell reaching in his senses, his tongue caressed on her tip, drawing out her haughty whimper.

“Y-you couldn’t wait until the movie finished?” she asked, pinching through his hair.

“Fuck the movie, wanna fuck you instead!” he growled madly at her equally as angry nub.

He dove back to her breast, ready to finish up his feast.

Her lips drawn into a line, Ochako rolled her eyes, but she welcomed his mouth by arching her back, easing the position to feed her thirsty ass husband.

Katsuki cupped her breast, bringing her nipple closer, the teardrop shape gathering into a rounder form. His wet muscle teased with the areola, swirling but grazing with his teeth, before her impatience tugged on his crown and he slurped the convex in full suction.

Pleasure left her lips, singing his favorite pitch. He took that note as an excuse to suck on her pebble harder, sipping and savoring it like a fine wine gifted by the queen.

Even years and years of caving into her carnal desire, he could never get enough of her salacious titties.

While Katsuki moved on to work on her second breast, Ochako lifted her buttocks to peel off her underwear.

Once his eyes were roaming down, spotting her bare folds, he smirked into her tits before he purchased his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them ravenously.

His indexes soaked in saliva, he bought the two to spread her center, and she was already so fucking 𝘸𝘦𝘵, her moisture darkening the black surface of the leathery tacky seat.

“Mmm Katsuki,” she mewled as his finger started to rub the nerves of her wall, fitting a finger just right without any resistance but only clenching tighter when he added the second index. Then another one, her croons telling him the demand that she 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 it.

She bucked her hips in the opposite direction of his thrusts so that she could drive her slits back with much more force, but the idea was useless as his pace was just too quick, ramming her backwards to the edge flat against the door.

The window painted a pool of chocolate hair and a large handprint on the side as Katsuki planted his palm and five fingers firmly against the glass, giving him just enough resistance to drill her in further.

In and out of Ochako, his fingers went, curving up her slope and slipping down her rugged path, filling up to his knuckles then curving up the ends.

Her plushy walls clamping squeezes on his swoopy fingers while he watched her sink down in his digits, hair ends sticking on the window, spilling wavy tails onto its surface.

Their breaths quickened, his next to her ear, fanning a foggy plume on the glass. The angle of his supple fingers guided to swipe and scrape all the surface. She rode his punctures desperately as she writhed under his touch.

“Ha-ha! Katsuki…”

Her moans were dripping with needs, language so familiar he knew she was coming close. His thumb squished on her pearl, flicking and twirling while his fingers had a goal of their own, digging into her deepest part of her flesh as her brimming edge was ruled by his fingertip.

Bump! signaled her climax as she thumped her head back on the glass, rolling with her eyes.

She sighed, relaxing her shoulders, her lids heavy in satisfaction. She was so fucking 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺.

But he wasn’t done yet, so with the last of the trembling motion of his fingers, he pulled out and gave her a quick peck before flipping her over on her fours.

He kicked his boxers off, his length springing free before he aligned himself between her crease, his palm adding small pressure to her back as he rolled his hip forward.

“Haaaaaaa shiiiiiiii,” he loosened his moan as her pussy lips separated wider, swallowing his big fat dick deliciously an inch by inch.

He could honestly be inside her all day, immersing in her arousal.

Her body was a temple, but she was his addiction, even after all these years, her sensation was still new and 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩, begging him on his knees to cater to her needs.

Once he was cushioned nicely inside, he took that as a chance to free his member up to the dip of its head.

Then he dragged himself back in, her hole sucking in just about everything he could offer that sheathed him in her velvety pleasure.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘢,” he roared after a rough stroke. He relished a little too much at the squeezing connection of himself and his beautiful ass wife.

Her soaked inside was taken advantage, easing the slip of his cock in and out, but Katsuki just had to grab her thighs in a bruising grip to plummet into her pussy.

Ochako was needy too, she pushed her hand on the window to bury herself at the root of his dick, creating a smaller handprint with only four fingers next to all the fives he had left.

To dodge his head from touching the ceiling, Katsuki leaned forward, his lower quad gliding back and forth on her venus dimples, pressing firm ripples on her ass all the while his palms fumbled underneath to collect her hanging breasts

with the greedy suck of her shoulder on the same spot he marked last night.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Ochako craned her neck, glossy lusty eyes, lips slightly parted to pant out through his harsh strokes,

and swallowed before she demanded in a husky voice, “𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.”

A feral grin. “Understood my 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯.” Then he clutched the grab handle on the roof to maneuver himself deeper.

“A-ah-ah-ah-ah,” her moans broke apart as syllables interrupted by his heavy pumps.

Then he 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.

His eyes met the blazing ones looking back on the reflection, tracing down to enjoy the view of her mewl, then landed on the curve of her back, then the bouncing of her ass on his hips, wet slaps puncturing in her wall as the fierce claps resounded in the small carton of space.

She was so 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺, but also hella cute. If only he could fuck her on the roof of this car, show the whole world how goddamn good she sound, how 𝘩𝘦 could be the only one to make these sounds. But that was just his daring wish.

A lewd purr rumbled in his throat. “Ah shit Uravity, can I get an autograph too?”

Before she could answer, another punch thrusted in her core, and then another and another, rattling the whole car, squeaking between his pounds.

It was a rather cold day, so the heat of their body and the running engine steamed the windows into snowy white. Feeble under his touch, her fingers weakly slid down the window, drawing four stripes of the otherside on the dewy glass.

Then her hand landed on a switch, inching the window ajar.

“Shit,” she gasped.

Her hand frankly moved, patting around the arm rest, but Katsuki swatted it away and pressed down the button, opening the window halfway.

“Katsuki no…” she moaned her whisper.

“What’s wrong Uravity? Don’t you want em to hear?” he growled. “Don’t you want those motherfuckers to hear your pretty little sound when I fuck you like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?”

He lunged his hip forward.

“Oooh,” she cried.

“Or 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?” Another hard blow.

“Ahhh,” a shaky sob.

“That’s it. Let em hear ya,” he smirked, picking back his pace, piercing erratic whimpers out of her throat.

Pounces fueled by his prurience, coating him in her juicy wetness, he channeled his mind to the direction of his snaps, making it work 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.

“Look at you. Having fun.” a sly comment after noticing the pulsing of her cunt.

Then they froze momentarily when the car next to theirs beeped. Ochako ducked her head, a poor attempt to hide herself. But Katsuki who didn’t give a single fuck, tugged her hair back and whispered, “Let him catch us see the fucking hero who you truly are.”

Grinding his hips, he licked in her ear, “Then maybe he’ll want an autograph too.”

Biting her lips to bleeding red, heart throbbing in her chest, Ochako waited for the stranger to climb in and drive off before she puffed a sigh out of her airless lung.

Then she drew her knee to her chest and slacked back, her foot launching at his stomach, knocking off his wind and sending him to the other side.

“Fuck!” he groaned, rubbing the back of his head, but Ochako didn’t care and pulled the window closed.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” she yelled, crawling to his space. “You think you can tease me like that? In case you forgot, I am your WIFE!”

She held the base of his cock and pressed her tongue flat on his shaft against the palm of her hand, friction scrubbing down and up his vein,

spiraling tingly nerves up his spine and down his toes. He shivered.

“Who’s the teaser now huh?” she scoffed and suckled on the head like a lollipop she didn’t want to waste. “My pretty pretty cock,” she murmured around the tease of his opening.

Then she hovered over the same head and dropped herself back in. Another moan left his lip and a smirk traced a curve on hers as she started her movements.

She raised herself back up and plopped herself back down.

Katsuki could only watch the clitoris protruding from her splitting mound stamping slicky dabs that were glistening on his groin compared to the rest of his sweaty body.

“You know. What will. Happen. If we. Get. Caught!” Each bounce cut through her words,

the flex of her thighs working earnestly to rear herself up and down.

His head still hazy, Katsuki forgot his words. Only bliss coursing through his bloods as he witnessed his meat appear then disappear.

“How dare you-” her tirade abruptly stopped. Noises seeped through from the outside as crowds emerged passing through their windshield, announcing that their movie had ended.

Again, Katsuki didn’t give a single fuck.

She yelped as he swooped her behind and settled on the middle seat, placing her ass directly on his lap. He palmed her inner thighs, smoothening the creamy textured skin as he stretched her apart, her slits wide open for all the motherfucking extras to enjoy.

“Dare me what? Give them another show?” he opened her up even further, filling her in once again.

“Mmmm,” she weeped as he pulled her thighs in a tight 180 degrees angle, sliding himself in and out, squelching between the frictions.

The muscles in her thighs not knowing when to flex, he docked his hand on the seat and hopped his hip, skin meeting skin, their middle joining in a reckless speed.

“Fuck yes Cheeks, show them the plot twist. Uravity’s pussy getting destroyed by no other than 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘡𝘦𝘳𝘰.”

Then their eyes met on the rearview mirror, his crimson orbs flashing through her lust, darkened with hunger.

“Oh look. A front row view.” Before her eyes could tear away, his hand cupped her chin, forcing her head to keep still, locking in their gaze.

“Watch,” he commanded, fingers tightening his grip.

Tears were brimming the edges of her eyes, face flushed, while her tits jiggled up and down as he continued to hammer in.

“So fucking sexy.” he tilted her chin, bringing her lips to his to aggressively start kissing her.

She naturally chased after his mouth, twisting her neck, inhaling in his tongue, sloppy wet mess as they shared each other’s saliva. Swirling tongues, crashing lips, he slurped up every one of her stuttered breaths as he massaged her thighs that were shaking helplessly.

“Katsuki please…” she pleaded after breaking off, only a thread of saliva tying their tongues together.

“Please what?” he asked, never slowing down the slamming of his pelvis as freckles of sweats beaded on his forehead.

She panted three thick breaths, licking her upper lip, before she whispered, “Please…”

He stopped.

“P-please Katsuki,” she squirmed on his lap, hand stretching for her clit while rolling her hips to gain back the aching pleasure, “I-I wanna come.”

Before she could play with her pussy, he easily folded his hand around her wrists, then his hip restarted a furious rhythm that made her walls pulse and boobs sway in the same violent tempo.

“You wanna come?” he asked, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Please yes!” she chanted, struggling to open her eyes.

He released her hand and took control of her bud, rubbing and circling in hasty assaults, while Ochako latched onto the back of his neck, twisting and squirming uselessly at his touch.

Keeping her hostage, he clutched onto her left thigh, catching every beat of the throbbing on her core. Ochako could only force herself to move against him, jamming herself back to fuck on his dick.

Added weight on her lids, her tongue slightly hanging out, she exerted her breath raspingly as he endlessly toyed with her swollen clit.

“Forget the autograph,” he hissed. “Come for me, Cheeks. Come for the audience,” he ordered, his tongue brushing on her pulse.

“Ahhhh Ka-Katsuki!” she wailed, crescending into a higher octave.

Then she bent over, her head diving between the seats as she roared her orgasm with all her ten fingers wrapped around the shoulders of the front seats, floating the car up in the sky.

Using the remaining strength left on her limbs, she plunged herself back into his shaft over and over, drowning in her waves, until he cried his curse and flooded his hot seed into her oversensitive cunt.

Syrupy white drool leaked between them, dripping onto their expensive car seat. Exhausted from her high, she let her back fall, collapsing onto his clammy chest.

“I hate you,” she deadpanned after she calmed down her breathing.

“Mmm sure you do,” he muffled around the suck of her neck, wrapping his arms around her middle.

“What’s gotten into you anyways?” she asked.

He rested his nose on her shoulder and muttered, “I’m your biggest fan.”

“Oh my god,” she shook her head. “Katsuki you can’t just fuck me whenever you’re jealous!”

“Why not?” he grumbled, his thumb playing with her nipple.

“Because…” she pondered.

“Because we can’t enjoy other activities. You know movie nights are rare given our schedules,” she sighed as she spun around to straddle him. “We missed a good movie.”

“Hmm I enjoyed this one woman show a whole lot better,” he smiled mischievously,

head tilted back to get a good look of her pouty face.

Ochako scanned the interior of their car: handprints, footprints plastered on the panes, slicks and cum juices smeared on their seats, clothes littered everywhere.

She rolled her eyes and wondered if they were lucky enough to find their matching pair of socks. “We were going to do it anyways. Why’d you think I chose an erotic film?”

“Is that so?” he hummed, stroking her back. “Do I get an aftershow?” he planted a kiss on her chest.

She chuckled. “Anything for my biggest fan,” she cooed, swooping back his wet bangs.

“So when’s the next showing?” he asked, tone an octave higher, anticipation beaming in his eyes.

“Well, it only takes 30 minutes to head home,” she informed, her eyes roaming to the side.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s fucking GO!” he barked.

Ochako just giggled, shutting up his fowl mouth by leaning for a kiss.

“Uhh Cheeks,” he called after separating their lips, his eyes darting behind her. “We’re still floating.”

“Oh right,” she blushed, rushing to touch her fingers. “Release!”

The car dropped as a grand slam, causing the surrounding cars’ alarms to go off. Ochako and Katsuki quickly dashed to the front seats, putting their seatbelts on before Katsuki kicked his car into gear.

Before turning the corner, Katsuki spotted a man outside. It was the fucking fanboy! He rolled down his window and honked.

“Ya I FUCKED Uravity!” he shouted out the window.

“Katsuki!” she yelped, facepalming.

Then Katsuki floored the accelerator, hurriedly speeding them home, 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥.

Fin.