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“Tats and Bruises” Rated M 

NSFW Fic #kacchako 

Summary- Ochako has a consultation with none other than Bakugo Katsuki. One of The Top 10 Tattoo artist in Japan. He’s known for his surly attitude and overall brash demeanor and is damn near impossible to book a session. Ochako thinks she can handle him. She wasn’t quite prepared for what he’ll offer. 

CW- Spanking, Slight Degradation, Dom/Sub undertones, bruising, biting, mentions of shibari, exhibitionism 

I have it posted on AO3 and Twitter under JuneSaber ❤️

“What do you want?” Bakugo barked, not bothering to lift his head from his sketch pad. 

There was a slight pause before a voice he didn’t recognize spoke up. 

“Um…a tattoo?”

He threw down his pen and looked up to see a pretty brunette standing nervously at the doorway. 

Bakugo Katsuki had made a name for himself over the last decade. It took months to get a consultation with him, and if you came across as an idiot, you either paid more or never got a chance to book a session with him. This girl was off to a shitty start. 

She was probably his three o’clock consultation. He glanced down at his calendar at the highlighted name. Ochako Uraraka. 

Bakugo scoffed. “Obviously.”

He motioned for her to enter. She walked in timidly, closing the door behind her. Bakugo gave her a once-over. Dressed in a loose-fitting gray Tee and a pair of leggings that hugged her curves. She looked like a dull, goody two shoes through and through.  

Bakugo didn’t feel like working on a stupid cutesy tat. After she’s done stammering about what she wanted, he’ll send her over to Tsu. 

“Walk me through it. Why did you choose me? 

She absentmindedly picked at the bottom of her shirt. “I heard you were one of the best.”

He smirked.” I am the best.”

He pointed to the chair by his desk. 

“Sit,” he commanded; the faster this was over, the better. 

“Yes, sir,” Ochako mumbled under her breath. 

She took her seat and looked at the man whose reputation brought her to this parlor. His ashen blond hair was styled in an undercut, the very tips of it dyed black. A line of piercings went across his right ear—sharp angular face and red eyes that were currently boring into her. 

“Where do you want it?” Bakugo grunted. 

“My…my thigh?“ she replied, her tone unsure. 

He huffed in annoyance. “Fuck off if you’re going to waste my time.” 

“Are you always such a dick?”

“Are you always this insufferable?”

Ochako bit down on her tongue. It probably wasn’t the best idea to piss off your tattoo artist. 

“Are you going to be a big girl, and tell me what you want?” he asked, turning his chair towards her. 

“I want it on my thigh,” she replied, her voice more assertive this time. 

“Yeah, no shit,” Bakugo replied with a roll of his eyes. “What do you want on your thigh? An infinity symbol?” He said with a shit-eating grin. 

Bakugo leaned forward a bit. “A lover's initials that you’ll end up coming back for a coverup.”

Her face turned maroon. Oh, this man was a particular brand of an asshole. 

“I want a girl bound and gagged surrounded by flowers.” Ochako blurted out. 

He sat back in his chair, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and grinned. 

“Kinky.” He pushed off the desk. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.”

Bakugo reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a notebook shaped like a grenade. He opened it and grabbed a new pen. Ochako breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“You got my attention. Now I need details.” Bakugo glanced down at her bag on the floor. 

“You got any reference pics?”

She shook her head. “I saw your portfolio. I’ll take whatever vision you have.” 

Bakugo jotted down a few things in his notebook before turning back to her. 

“How big do you want it? 

“Pretty big,” Ochako said as she pointed to the area; she wanted to be inked.  “I have a lot of canvas to work with.”

He eyed her legs with an approving stare. 

“What are things you like?” Bakugo asked as he jotted down the dimensions. 

“Um…I really like space. Pink. Mochi. Books.” Ochako's voice dropped down to a whisper, “rope.” 

Bakugo couldn’t hold back his smirk. He misjudged this girl. 

“Anything you want me to avoid?”

“No roses. Not heavily colored.” 

“What position do you want her in?“

“Can I give you two, and you pick whatever you like best?” She asked, suddenly shy. 

“Two?” He questioned. 

“I wouldn’t want to hinder your vision, but they’re my favorite positions.” she replied apologetically, “either a hogtie or the crab.”

Bakugo eyed her and shrugged. “Whatever,” he replied with no malice in his tone. 

He scribbled something in his notepad before slamming it shut. 

“See you in two weeks.” He stated before waving her out of his office. 

Ochako stepped out of the tattoo parlor, her appointment secured.

“What an asshole,” she thought to herself. 

If he weren’t such a dick, he would be pretty damn attractive. 

Two weeks on the dot, Ochako received two text messages. 

“Pinky here from  Explosion Tattoo and Piercing! Your appointment is going to be around 4-6 hours. Bring snacks, air pods, and your phone charger. Oh, and water, but we have some in-house if you forget. Whatever makes you happy and keeps you entertained (boss man ain’t the type for chit chat as an FYI.),” the first message read. 

The second message was much shorter. 

“Wear pants that are easy to take off. No underwear. Don’t be late.” 

Thankfully no one was around to see her cheeks flush red. 

No underwear?  

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Bakugo pulled out his tablet and brought up two files. 

“Here are the stencils I drew up.” 

“Oh wow,” Ochako gushed.  

One was a girl with a crown of planets on her head staring out into a watercolor cosmos. She was crab tied, her head leaning toward her right shoulder, staring at the scene above her. The ropes were the palest shade of pink. An open book by her feet opened to a page of lavender fields. 

The other was laid out daintily on a bed of soft grass, rosemary and lavender. Her face was serene, the indentations of the supple ropes apparent against her curves as the girl pressed her face against the petals. Her skin kissed by the sun. 

“I don’t know how to pick. They’re both so amazing.” Ochako exclaimed, switching back and forth between the two images. 

“Don’t I know it,” Bakugo said smugly. 

Ochako was giddy. “Can I have both?” 

“You’re booked for one.” 

“I mean, I have two thighs.” She pointed to the girl hogtied on the field. “Can I save this one for another day?”

“Let’s finish this one first before you start getting ideas.” 

Bakugo stood from his desk and went to a narrow closet by his table. He reached into a bin and pulled out a dark green towel with orange stitching along with a plastic spray bottle. 

“Oi,” he called out and tossed it to Ochako. 

He sprayed down the chair before grabbing a handful of paper towels to dry it. 

“I’ll leave the room to print out your stencil,” he pointed to the table. “You get settled and throw that towel over yourself.” He ordered as he walked out the door. 

“Don’t waste time,” she heard him mumble through the wood. 

Ochako quickly took off her pants and grabbed her bag. She placed it on the table that was by the chair. 

Sitting in this room in her hoodie and a thin cotton towel covering her bottom half, Ochako felt so exposed. 

“I’m ready!” Ochako called out with a shaky voice. 

Bakugo walked back into the room with a tray in hand. He closed the door behind him and locked the door. With his free hand, he brought a small sliding table by the sink to her chair and kicked over a small bar stool. 

Bakugo sprayed down the chair and table, wiping them up quickly. He quickly gathered his supplies. Setting them on the table on top of what looked like wax paper. 

She watched as he set up, entranced. He moved quickly and methodically. Items seemed as if they appeared from thin air—a disposable razor, nozzle bottles wrapped in plastic, spray bottles, shaving cream, and little cups that he filled with colors. 

Bakugo put on a pair of gloves and grabbed the razor along with the shaving cream. He pushed the towel off her thigh and quickly shaved the area. He grabbed a bottle from his tray and rinsed. He scrubbed something on her skin before he rinsed the site again. 

Bakugo stood, stencil in hand, as he eyed her thigh, placing it on the freshly cleaned area. 

“Don’t touch it,” he growled as he picked up the paper towels and razor, tossing them into the bin. 

He slowly peeled the stencil off. “What do you think,” he asked her. 

“It’s perfect,” Ochako replied, in awe of this masterpiece that adorned her skin. 

Bakugo nodded to himself, satisfied with his setup. He placed on a fresh pair of gloves,grabbed the needle, and turned his attention back to her. 

“Spread your legs a bit.” 

She shifted them open slowly. 

Bakugo placed his dominant arm between them, and Ochako bit her lip to keep a groan from escaping her lips. 

She could faintly hear the music blasting through his one-air pod as he leaned over her thigh. 

He looked up at her stone-faced. “Don’t move, and don’t be a baby about it.” He chastised before he leaned forward, turned on his needle, and began to get to work. 

The first line was exhilarating. The sting of the needles against Ochako’s thigh gave her a head rush. 

She could feel the heat pool between her legs. 

“Oh no!” She thought to herself. Why must her body betray her? 

She needed a distraction, so she looked down at the man currently between her thighs. 

Watching him bent over her leg just inches away from her core. Fuck why did he have to be so damn handsome? 

This wasn’t helping. Ochako felt her face flush with heat. She could already feel the wetness pooling on her lips. 

Maybe once he’s done, she could use the towel to wipe it up, and he’d be none the wiser. 

“If you keep squirming, I’ll never finish. Going to have to charge you for the extra time.” he reprimanded. 

“Sorry, pain sometimes, kinda… Um, does things to me.”

He quirked an eyebrow before bending over and returning to his work. 

Ochako focused on her breathing, trying to remain calm. But the sting of the needle felt too good. Her skin erupted in goosebumps, and it took all her might not to shiver when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. 

The minutes dragged on slowly. Ochako attempted to read the book on her phone, but she kept rereading the first paragraph over and over. 

She tried in vain to stay still, but she could feel her wetness begin to drip onto the seat. 

The buzzing sound of the needle suddenly stopped. Ochako knew he must have noticed the mess she was making. 

“I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing,” Ochako said, covering her face with her hands. 

He sighed loudly and sucked his teeth. 

“Guess I have no choice” Bakugo put down the gun on the tray and removed his gloves, tossing them into the can. 

“You need a break.”

“No! I mean, yes. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

Bakugo shook his head as he stood from his chair. 

“We’re never gonna finish if you keep acting like a bitch in heat.”

He went to the door and checked on the lock. 

Bakugo turned back to her, and Ochako swore she saw the vermillion eyes darken. 

He walked over to his sink and washed his hands. He rolled his shoulders and placed a hand on his chin, cracking his neck before turning the opposite way and repeating the motion. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you relax.”

Bakugo pulled away the towel that was covering her shame. He smirked. 

“Fucking knew it.” 

She covered her pussy with her hands, trying in vain to hide the wet spot on the cushion below her. 

He leaned forward. His face inches away from her own. 

“How about I take care of that for you?”

Ochako looked up at him, mouth open in shock. 

“Look, I’m not gonna get any work done if you keep squirming like some horny rabbit.”

He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them up. If she weren’t in this particular situation, Ochako would admire how his hand enveloped her wrists. 

He brought his other hand down between her legs. Using his middle finger to lightly graze her entrance gathering the slick and slowly pulling it up till he landed on her clit.  

She desperately tried to bite back her moans. 

“Is that a yes?” he asked slyly. 

“You don’t have to. I’m sorry. I’m-“ she stammered out. 

“Hey,” his voice impossibly gentle. “You’re not the first one who’s needed a hand on my chair.” 

Bakugo leaned closer. His lips ghosted by her ear. 

“Let me help.” 

This Adonis of a man managed to break down the last of her resolve with just three words. 

“Please,” Ochako whined. 

“Good girl.” 

He placed one arm on the base of the chair by her head. Bakugo reached in between her legs again. Pressing his thumb against her clit. 

Ochako was in heaven. Bakugo somehow knew exactly what she needed. The perfect amount of pressure, the precise movement of his fingers. Her hands clamped down on the cushions of the chair. He leaned forward, running his teeth over the hollow of her neck before he bit down, dragging a loud satisfied moan out of her. 

“Hey, Pinky! Does Kat have an appointment now?” A male voice said suddenly from the hallway. 

The stranger's question pulled her back into reality. How could she be so stupid? She forgot they were in his studio. Anyone could hear her moaning like a wanton whore.

“Wait, they can hear,” she whispered, reaching between her legs to stop his hand from moving. 

“Fuck those extras.” he snarled. “Focus on me,” Bakugo demanded. 

He attacked her clit with fervor. She was so close, having been edged by the needle these past two hours. 

How could she not? His fingers were seconds away from bringing her over the edge. She gave in to his ministrations. Extras be damned. 

“God, you’re so wet,” he said huskily. 

He pressed a few small circles against her sensitive nub before dipping down and pushing his finger into her wet heat. 

“Wish I could stuff this cute little hole,” Bakugo whispered as he pumped into her. Crooking his finger against her sensitive walls, searching for her sweet spot. 

She was desperate for release, and the idea of getting fucked on this chair made her crave it.  “Please?” Ochako whined. 

His hand faltered for a second before he resumed his pumping. 

“You sure?” He asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. Bakugo pulled his fingers out of her center, and she moaned at the emptiness. 

“Stand up, and lean over the table. I ain’t fucking up my work 'cause you’re desperate for my cock.”

“Why that way?” She managed to ask as she slipped off the table.  

“With thighs this thick, can you blame me for wanting to grab them and mark them up? Can’t have that.” 

He ran one finger on the crest of her hip. “So these will do.” 

She wanted it so bad. But Bakugo was right. He can’t fuck up his canvas. Ochako leaned over the table, standing on her tiptoes to give him a better view. 

“You said you like pain?”

He slapped her ass. 

“Yes or no?”

She nodded, the pain making her thighs tremble. 

“Oi, be direct, or you’re not getting my dick.”

“Yes, please. Hit me. Hit me harder,” Ochako begged, relishing the sting. 

“Such a little pain slut.” Bakugo said with a devilish sneer. He brought down his hand to her left cheek, the force almost knocking her forward. 

He rushed to his desk and yanked open a drawer, pulling out a condom. Bakugo ripped open a corner with his teeth and pulled on the rubber over his throbbing member. 

Bakugo stepped in between her spread legs. Ochako immediately bowed her back, desperate for him to stuff her full. 

"Such a needy slut," she heard him mutter under his breath. 

God, she needs him to keep talking. Degrade her, use her. Anything, if it meant she could finally cum. 

He rubbed his hand over her right cheek before delivering a harsh slap. 

Ochako shrieked. 

"Again!" She demanded, arching her back as far as it could go. 

Bakugo palmed her cheek before delivering another hard slap. 

Ochako gripped the chair, eyes glassy, relishing in the pleasure. 

Bakugo leaned down 

"You take my hits so well; such a good girl," he whispered into her ear. 

He lined himself up against her hole. Bakugo dug his fingers into her hips and thrust forward. 

"Fuck” he groaned, "you're so fucking tight." 

He pulled back slowly, enjoying watching her squirm. He let the tip of his cock tease at her entrance. Ochako let out a small whimper. 

"Please," Ochako begged as she tried to push herself back onto his cock. 

Bakugo gripped her hips tighter, his fingers sure to leave bruises. 

"What? You don't want it nice and slow?" he taunted. 

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. 

"Since you've been a good client and haven't complained." he mused, massaging soothing circles on her reddened cheeks. "I guess I can give you what you want."

Bakugo slammed his hips forward, knocking the wind out of her. 

He began a hard, brutal pace. Ochako barely had a chance to breathe between thrusts. She couldn't form words, unable to manage a gasp from his relentless pounding. Bakugo reached his arm between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. He pushed against the sensitive bud, and Ochako saw white. Her orgasm rushed over her. 

Bakugo didn't stop his brutal pace. He pulled his hand back and grasped her hips, pulling her toward him as he continued to thrust into her as forcefully as he could. Her feet almost lifted off the floor as he continued on, chasing his own release. 

He abruptly stopped with a loud groan. Bakugo wrapped an arm around her waist and used the other to braced himself against the chair. The both of them panting heavily. They stayed like this for a few moments, catching their breaths as he softened within her. 

Bakugo stood and pulled out, quickly removing and tying the end of the condom. He tossed it into the bin. Ochako felt boneless, leaning her entire weight on the table, making no attempt to get upright. 

As she came down from her high, Bakugo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white tube.

“Hnng?” She mumbled in question

“Some numbing cream; I did a number on you there.”

He gently applied the cream onto her reddened cheeks. She let out a soft moan. 

“Don’t get riled up now,” Bakugo said with a smirk. 

He capped the cream and threw it back in the drawer. He gently lifted Ochako by the shoulders and hugged her tightly. Peppering the side of her face with soft kisses. 

She sighed in contentment, melting into his embrace. They stayed like that for a few moments before he gently pulled away. He laid a towel on his desk chair and pulled her over to sit. He threw another clean towel over her and patted her head before reaching into the small mini fridge by his desk. 

He pulled out a water bottle, twisted the cap, and handed it to her. 

She graciously accepted. 

He reached into it again before pulling out a small, slender package of mochi. He shut the fridge door with his foot and tore open the box laying it in front of her on the desk. 

She watched through hazy eyes as Bakugo disinfected his station, occasionally sipping from the bottle in her hand. 

He walked back toward her. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and soothing. 

She could vaguely make out the questions he asked. Letting him help her stand and leading her back to the table. 

Bakugo resettled her into the chair and threw another towel over her. He cupped her cheek and gently ran his thumb over it. Murmuring till she resurfaced. 

“Hey,” Ochako said, blinking slowly. 

“Hey,” he replied, his vermillion eyes on her. “Ready to call it a session?”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to ruin your work,” she said as she looked down at the half-finished piece. 

He nodded. 

“Let’s get the outline done,” he said after eyeing the clock “we can always book another day if you can’t.  Just tell me if it’s too much.” 

He rewashed his hands and put on a new pair of gloves. He returned to work in silence, and Ochako leaned against the cushion, sighing in contentment. The sting of the needle was now soothing. Ochako reached into her purse on the side table and pulled out her headphones. She set up her favorite playlist and settled against the chair in a dreamless sleep.  

“Oi. Wake up” 

Her eyes opened wide, confused for a brief moment before remembering where she was. 

He clicked on a small ring light, and Bakugo leaned over, taking a few photos from different angles. 

“She’s so pretty, Ochako’s said in awe as she admired his art. “Thank you.”

“Here,” he handed her a pamphlet on tattoo care. 

“Talk to Pinky up front to set up your next appointment.” He said as he exited the room. “She’ll have your bill ready.” Bakugo called back behind him. 

Ochako slipped on her sweats, careful not to rub the material in her fresh tattoo. 

She walked slowly over to reception. 

The pink-haired girl gave her a once over as she smacked her gum. 

“Don’t worry; he doesn’t charge extra for rocking your world,” she said with a wink. 

Ochako turned to beat red, dropping her wallet onto the counter. 

“I…Um. Ok.” She stammered as she picked up her wallet and shakily passed her card to the girl. 

Ochako wanted nothing more than to get home and sleep. Now that the high had worn off, she was beyond embarrassed by what went down today. 

Bakugo was leaning against the wall outside the parlor, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips as he idly scrolled his phone. 

She hurried past him, keeping her eyes on the sidewalk, avoiding his gaze. 

“See you in a few weeks,” he said behind her. 

A shiver went up her spine. Maybe if she asked nicely, he’d be up for using the rope she had in her bag to keep her still.

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