Chapter Text
The clock on the nightstand blinked softly: 7:42 PM.
Ochako was tangled up in Izuku’s arms, his breath warm against her skin, chest rising and falling with contentment. Their bodies pressed together under soft blankets, sticky with the sweet aftermath of their gentle lovemaking.
Izuku looked up at her with that adoring gaze that always melted her.
“I love you, Ochako…” he whispered, voice trembling slightly.
She smiled back, brushing a sweaty green curl away from his forehead.
“I love you too, my sweet angel.”
They had taken their time, as always.
Slow, tender kisses. His hands caressing her like she was made of glass. He had whispered her name like a prayer with every gentle thrust, making sure she was okay at every movement.
His cock — not too big, not too small — fit perfectly inside her like it belonged there. She barely even winced as he entered; just warm pleasure, no pain, no stretch.
Safe. Soft. Loving.
After he came — quietly, apologizing for getting too excited — he had collapsed onto her chest, sighing like a happy child. She held him close, heart full, head resting on top of his.
But underneath all that sweetness, deep inside her core, something else was burning.
A craving.
A need that Izuku’s kindness could never satisfy.
9:17 PM.
Just two hours later, Ochako was in a very different position.
Her hands gripped the edge of Bakugo's bed frame, knuckles white, back arched violently as Katsuki pounded into her like a beast in heat.
“F-Fuck! Katsuki—ahhh! It’s too big! It’s too big, I c-can’t—!”
Her voice was hoarse from screaming, eyes rolling into her skull. Katsuki's fat cock stretched her pussy wide, every brutal thrust splitting her further.
“Shut up,” Katsuki growled, sweat dripping from his jawline. “You love this fat fuckin’ cock splitting you open, round face.”
“I-It’s too much—ahhh!” she whimpered, the pain mixing with a sick pleasure that had her drooling.
Her pussy was swallowing him greedily, even as it struggled to keep up with his size. Katsuki was a monster — thick, long, heavy — each brutal thrust punching the air out of her lungs, making her whole body shake.
Her belly bulged visibly every time he bottomed out.
“Look at that,” Katsuki snarled, pressing a hand against her abdomen, feeling his cock inside her through her thin skin. “You’re fucking full of me. Stuffed like a little whore.”
“K-Kacchan… s-so full… c-can’t breathe…!”
Her legs trembled violently, toes curling, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Meanwhile…
Izuku stood outside her apartment door, holding a small bouquet of lilies and chocolates wrapped in a bow.
He had come to surprise her. They had such a sweet night earlier, and he wanted to show his love once more before heading home.
But when he raised his hand to knock — he froze.
From inside, muffled but unmistakable:
"FUCK! You're so tight, Ochako. You were fucking made for my cock!"
Izuku blinked.
Was that… Kacchan?
Ochako's voice screamed out, wild and desperate:
“D-Deeper! P-Please! I-I’m gonna break!”
Izuku's hand trembled, the flowers shaking in his grip. His heart pounded painfully in his chest.
"Break for me then, slut." Katsuki’s voice again, rough, dominant, vulgar.
"Kacchan…?" Izuku whispered, his head spinning.
Inside, Ochako was being folded like a ragdoll.
Katsuki slammed into her mercilessly, her body arching every time his fat cock bottomed out. His massive balls slapped her ass with wet, heavy smacks, loud enough to echo through the apartment.
“That sweet little boyfriend of yours doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” Katsuki snarled, voice dripping with venomous mockery.
“He whispers ‘I love you’ while you cream on his little cock, right?”
Ochako sobbed, overwhelmed. “P-Please… I l-love him…”
Katsuki laughed darkly, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him.
“And yet here you are, begging me to split your guts open.”
He pulled out suddenly, letting her gaping pussy quiver around nothing, juices leaking down her thighs. The emptiness made her whine desperately.
“Say it.”
“W-What…?” she whimpered.
“Say you love getting ruined by my cock.”
Her face burned. Humiliation, arousal, shame, and ecstasy all mixing into a sick cocktail that made her pussy clench around nothing.
“I-I l-love getting ruined by your cock, Katsuki…”
“Good fucking girl.”
With a brutal thrust, he slammed back inside, making her scream again, her eyes crossing as he hit her cervix like a battering ram.
Outside, Izuku heard every word.
His heart shattered with each scream, but… he couldn’t move.
Some twisted part of him kept him frozen, listening, as his sweet Ochako — the same girl who whispered “my angel” to him — begged Katsuki to break her.
The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin was unbearable.
"S-So good, Katsuki! T-Too big—ahhh! I’m gonna cum again!"
“Fucking take it then.” Katsuki’s voice was raw, feral. “Milk this fat cock like the fucking cumslut you are.”
Izuku’s hands gripped the bouquet tighter, the wrapping crinkling loudly.
"I-Is she... always like this with him…?"
The thought haunted him.
Back inside, Katsuki wasn’t done.
He flipped her over like she weighed nothing, pressing her face into the mattress, her ass raised high.
"Fucking look at this ass," he growled, spreading her cheeks wide to watch his cock disappear inside her ruined hole.
Ochako gasped, drooling onto the sheets as he bottomed out again. "Y-You're so deep… it feels like you're in my stomach—!"
"That's because I am." Katsuki rammed in deeper, watching her stomach bulge again under the strain. "You're made for this cock, round face. You need this cock."
"I need it! I need it! F-Fuck me—"
"You want me to fill you up, don't you?"
"Yes! Breed me, Katsuki! Fill me up!"
Katsuki's balls tightened. With a final brutal thrust, he shoved himself fully inside, cock twitching as thick, hot cum flooded her womb. Thick spurts pumped endlessly, filling her like a leaking balloon.
Ochako's belly swelled slightly from the sheer amount of cum pouring into her.
"F-Fuck..." she gasped, eyes rolling, voice breaking. "So... full..."
Outside, Izuku finally backed away from the door, tears threatening to fall.
His hand opened slightly, the lilies slipping from his fingers onto the ground.
Inside, Katsuki pulled out slowly, watching his thick cum ooze from Ochako’s gaping pussy, dripping messily down her thighs.
"Fucking perfect."
Ochako laid there, a broken, whimpering mess.
“Katsuki…” she moaned weakly.
“You’re gonna stay the night, right?” he grinned.
She smiled, exhausted but happy. “Of course.”