A/N: Ok yall, the links are being broken for some reason so here's the chapter. I SWEAR TO GLOB, IF IT GETS TAKEN DOWN I WILL FLIP MY SHIT! Then just search me out on Wattpad or AO3. Same names for fic and author.
Molten crimson eyes burned into hers as she stood in the hallway.
"I-" he began, reaching his hand out and taking a step toward her.
Ochako's heart jumped and she stepped back a pace. What was he doing here? Why did he keep coming back?
He stopped.
"Don't," she ordered him, clenching her fists painfully, "Don't touch me. Don't come near me."
Don't hurt me. Don't make me hope for you again, was what she was really saying.
"Okay," he agreed, pulling back his outstretched hand, "I won't do anything you don't want me to. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Just don't kick me out."
That was exactly what she wanted to do, though. She didn't want to see his face. Just seeing him was already fraying the edges of her sanity.
An ache was beginning to burrow into her chest, squeezing at her heart and making her feel sick.
"Fine," she said, hating that she was already agreeing to what he asked of her. What a moron she was.
But he'll do what you say, she reminded herself, You can kick him out whenever you want.
She clung to that knowledge as she leveled a suspicious glare at him, "Then tell me why you're here. And be honest with me. Don't be coy or put some bravado on. I'll kick your ass out right now if you start that whole 'I'm sorry but I'm not saying sorry' shit. And if you're not here to apologize you can go. Now."
His jaw worked for a moment, probably struggling to figure out how to say the words he wanted without his usual attitude.
"You know I'm shit at saying things, floaty," he admitted, a strained expression coming to his face.
"That's fine," she answered curtly, "just do your best."
He glared at her, "Don't patronize me."
"I'll do whatever I want! You're the one who came to me! If you don't like my tone then get out! I can't just-" she stopped herself. Her breaths were already becoming heavy and a lump was forming in her throat. She tried to calm herself. Getting this worked up already was not going to help.
"Please just tell me why you're here," she said coldly, pulling herself together again.
He watched her with sorry eyes.
"Because I fucked up," he said honestly, "I pussed out like I told you forever ago that I wouldn't. I fucked up a lot lately and I want to try and fix it if you can just… try to see me like you did before."
I will never not see you like that, her heart cried out to him.
He tried to step forward again.
"No," she stopped him, "what I want you to do, remember?"
He stepped back again, nodding.
She saw his chest rising and falling distinctly. His breathing was labored. He was nervous (scared?) as well…
"It's not that simple. You can't just come in here and say you want to fix things and expect me to just be okay with it.. How am I even supposed to trust you won't freak out and leave again if I give you another chance?" she asked.
"If I do, you never have to see me again. I won't bother you anymore," he offered.
"That's not good enough," she snapped, "I'm already at my wit's end. I put myself back together twice now because of you, both times I was sure you were gone for good, just for you to show up again. I can't do it anymore."
Katsuki looked at the floor, his face barely containing his rage. He was angry at himself, she realized, for hurting her.
"Then... I'll give you something," he offered again, rooting around in his pockets, "This."
He pulled out a small card, his hero license, and held it out to her, "As collateral."
Ochako's eyes widened and she gasped.
"Are you serious?"
"If I fuck up again, you can ruin my whole fucking life, angel-face. But I know I won't. So just…" He shook the card, willing her to take it.
She stepped warily toward him, his eyes following her every movement, and she reached a trembling hand out to take his hero license.
She held it up in front of her, reading it as though it could hardly be real.
Family Name: Bakugo
Given Name: Katsuki
Hero Name: Ground Zero
Birthday: February 20th
Quirk: Explosion
A picture of his grumpy face was to the side of this information. She knew on the back was all of the fine print of the additional rights a hero was granted.
They had to carry these on them at all times. It was like a police badge. They could get in serious trouble and possibly harshly penalized if they lost this.
"This is your whole life," she breathed, looking up at him with watery eyes, "You left me because of this. Now you're just giving it to me?"
"It is my whole life," he said, "and I would never give up being a hero for anything. So now you know how serious I am about not fucking up anymore. Give it back when you finally believe me."
Ochako swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. He was staking everything on this...
"Why?" she asked shakily, "What made you change your mind?"
"Fuck, floaty, why do you gotta ask me tough questions like that? I'm gonna sound like a sap."
"So?" she argued back, "It's just us here. I won't tell anyone else your deep dark secret of having human emotions."
He huffed a laugh and smirked at her, "I have a reputation to uphold."
She spun her hand in front of her, motioning for him to continue as she set the card on the counter next to her.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I was doing really shitty those two months I was suspended. I was pissed all the time and just trained pretty much all day, every day. I was so fucking pissed at myself for almost completely throwing everything away."
Ochako lowered her eyes. He'd left her the first time because he hated he'd done that because of her.
"I still thought about you, though. I didn't want to. I wanted to get over you and stop being such a fucking idiot but you'd just pop up out of nowhere like if I was just sitting at my desk and I'd think you were just to my left, taking notes or wanting to scold me, or I'd be wiping sweat off after a tough workout and expect to look over at you eyeing me like a cat in heat."
Ochako blushed furiously at that, "I never did that!"
He smirked, "Yeah. You did. I know cuz I liked it."
She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, trying to calm her racing heart.
He continued, "I got through those months through sheer willpower and at the end I thought I was doing better. When I went to work finally, it got even easier. I was able to keep my mind on my job and being a hero and I felt like I was over you and able to be happy."
The strings of her heart pulled painfully at that. He'd been happy without her. He would've been fine without her. And all that time she'd barely been putting herself back together…
"I see your face, floaty. Stop. I'm not done," he admonished.
She looked up at him again, waiting for him to continue.
"Right. Then, you showed up here. I just saw you standing in front of that car you completely totaled like some kind of valkyrie and it was like not a goddamn thing had changed in those three months. And I thought I'd be angry or sad or some toxic ass shit but I was just… excited to see you again. I felt like I was coming back to life."
He paused, as though reliving that moment in his mind.
"When you smiled at me, I knew I was fucking done. I wasn't ever just gonna get over you or move on."
Ochako felt something in her heart blooming. Something bright and warm. And it spread from her chest into her face, to her limbs, all the way to her toes.
Until she remembered that he had still pushed her away after that moment.
"Okay, but a couple days ago..."
"Yeah…" he recalled, hanging his head, "Realizing that shit is… disturbing. Knowing that you would, and already had, risked everything for one person and realizing that if you want to be with them, you have to trust that they're not going to ask you to do that is not fucking easy to accept."
"But I told you-"
"I know. I still didn't like it. That's too much power over my life not in my hands. Even if I'd love every minute if you'd dragged me down to my ruin."
Ochako's jaw clenched and she understood. He wanted to be in control of his life. He also loved her so much that he would give anything for her. Even his job. Even his life. That was a danger to someone who had, up to this point, only valued themselves highest of all.
"I couldn't stop coming back to be near you and everyone just kept giving me reasons to! So when we went out to dinner and watched a movie, I could hardly think about anything but touching you. Then we fought like we always do and things got heated like they always had, and when you kissed me and I liked it and wanted you so badly I thought I was dying, I had to get away or I was gonna do it. Just give in. Give you everything and not give a shit."
Remembering that moment hurt her all over again. She'd been ready to give him everything too. Nothing had changed in those months for her either. Not really. She'd practically begged him to stay again and he'd walked away again.
"So what changed your mind?" she asked again, letting the lingering hurt from that night show through.
Katsuki swallowed.
"I thought I could put it out of my mind and go back to work and stop fucking obsessing over you so goddamn much. But it was too fucking late for that. I already knew by then that I've only ever been half as happy without you- even doing what I love- than I ever was with you, especially when you were sharing that love for being a hero with me."
It was becoming difficult to breathe hearing him say all these things she only ever dreamed he'd tell her again.
"I saw Nate in the lobby just now. He said he was going out drinking with Mt. Lady or something and he wasn't happy with me but I convinced him to give me the room card. He said I could come here and try to fix things but you were pissed so I needed to make it good."
He saw the confusion in her eyes. Nate had left over an hour ago.
"Yes, I fucked around in the lobby trying to decide whether or not to puss out again," he admitted, rolling his eyes, "I knew you might try to kill me or scream at me or something so…"
She shook her head at him and his eyes softened.
"So I guess... I hope I made what I'm saying good enough for you. I get why you hate me but… I don't care. I can't not be around you anymore. I fucked up after graduation and I fucked up two days ago. I'm a goddamn dumbass. You know that by now. I just need you so fucking much, Ochako. I can't breathe when you're near me and I'm not touching you and I can only hope you're not half as much of an asshole as I am if you're gonna reject me now."
Ochako's chest felt like it was about to burst.
This was not a half bad confession, she had to admit.
But had he made it good enough for her to risk her heart again? From the sound of it, he was risking it all too. Putting his future, his career, his dreams on the line for her. The depth of what he felt for her was, once again, so extraordinary to her, she still marveled at how someone could feel that much for her, especially Katsuki, who she'd once thought was nothing but self-centered and single-minded.
"Yeah," she answered straight forward, not interested in beating around the bush. It would be wrong, and a complete lie, if she said she wasn't still helplessly in love with him, even to the point of stupidity,. But, if she was to believe what he was saying, so was he. "Yeah, you did… make it good enough."
Katsuki let out a huge breath of air, relief coming over his features.
"Ochako…" he said in his sweetly tender voice he'd only ever reserved for her, reaching out and stepping toward her again.
She was only a few feet away this time but she stopped him, extending her arm and keeping him back for the third time.
His brow furrowed in confusion and frustration as he stepped back again.
Mischief sparked in her though.
"You said you would only do what I want you to do, didn't you?" she asked, quirking a brow.
He blinked, "...yeah."
"And if I wanted you to get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness?"
His eyes widened, then flared to life, a feral expression of desire transforming his features.
"I'd do anything," he said, almost breathless.
"Then. Do. It," she commanded, pointing to the ground.
She had him. Katsuki was hers finally, after everything they'd endured. He'd made her feel things no one else had ever even come close to making her feel.
And he'd walked in here and offered her the perfect opportunity to feel the power and strength she so craved right now without even realizing it.
Katsuki fell to his knees, his molten eyes still on hers, glazed over as he submitted to her.
"Please-" he halted as she took a step toward him but she halted as well, looking down at him expectantly.
He began again.
"Please forgive me for being a total and complete dumbass," he said, his voice becoming smaller and more breathless as she stepped closer still, "I'll do anything to make it right."
His head was tilted back as he looked up at her with those smoldering crimson irises. She stood in front of him now and she could see his hands shaking in the fists he had them in at his sides.
"So please," he begged, a whine coming to his voice.
A wave of red-hot desire washed through her at the note of desperation she heard in his voice.
"Give me your hands," she ordered, holding hers out for him to take.
He did. Placing his large, calloused palms in her petite, softer ones. They still shook, whether from nerves or his struggle to control himself, she wasn't sure.
"Touch me," she told him, placing his hands on the outside of either of her thighs.
He let out a shuddering breath when his palms touched her soft skin. They were so warm and only grew warmer as he began caressing the curves of her thighs, savoring every bit of contact as though she were a goddess he was worshipping.
His hands were under her nightgown now, moving slowly and gently up to her hips, gripping them and digging his fingers into the soft, supple skin there.
Ochako bit her lip, breathing more labored than ever as his hands moved around to her backside, softly squeezing and kneading the flesh there.
She heard him barely stifle a groan when she pushed even closer to him, pressing her upper thigh, still covered by the night gown, into his face. His nose was practically at her groin.
"Do you want to... taste... me?" she questioned, her voice rough with lust, face burning with desire and embarrassment, unsure she was doing it right.
He made a small sound like a whimper, then answered her, "Yes. God, fuck yes. Please, Ochako."
A shiver went through her. She could actually feel herself getting wetter at his words and she lifted her nightgown inch by inch, loving the way his breaths became more and more labored as she revealed more skin to him, nuzzling his nose into her groin.
When she'd pulled it up past her hips, high enough to fully see the cute pink polkadot cotton panties she was wearing, he wasn't able to contain the growl that issued from deep in his throat.
"Those are so you," he breathed into her hot skin.
"You like them?" she asked, momentarily forgetting her position of power.
In actuality, she'd obviously had no idea this would be happening, thus had no sexy underwear prepared or even packed. She'd hoped her simple panties would be good enough. Apparently they were more than good enough.
"Fuck. I love them," he groaned, continuing to massage and grab her ass as he tried to push his face further into her crotch.
Ochako squeaked when his tongue came flicking out, lapping at the wetness soaking her panties.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him back, a pained hiss issuing from his lips as she removed him.
"I don't recall saying you could do that," she scolded.
His glazed ruby eyes glittered with mischief.
"I'm sorry, Ochako-sama," he smirked.
She lifted her brows at his audacity despite the thrill the name sent through her.
"Maybe you shouldn't get to taste me afterall," she considered.
His smirk dropped from his mouth, humor gone from his eyes, replaced with desperation.
"No! No! I'm sorry! I'll listen! I'll do what you say. Please just let me taste you. Just once, please."
Ho-ly shit. She didn't know what turned her on more. The groveling, puddle of a man that kneeled before her, or the dominant alpha male that pushed her around and wrapped those huge hands around her neck. She couldn't believe they were both this man. She liked them both. She wanted them both. And she'd have both before the night was done if she had any say in it.
"That's good," she praised him, "Now you can taste."
But she pulled him back again when he tried to move in and his eyes looked physically pained as he stared up at her.
"But start here," she pointed near the bottom of her thigh, "where you left off before."
His eyes glowed with recognition and he nodded greedily, dipping his head to start where his tongue had stopped last Halloween.
He pulled his hands from her ass to support her as he extended his hot pink tongue (ugh just seeing it made her squirm) and pressed it to her thigh, already causing her breath to hitch.
Then he began licking upwards, leaving a trail of wet heat behind that burned far more than just her skin.
Up, up, up, his tongue traveled, his hands gripping her higher and higher as well. And when he finally reached the hem of her panties, he paused, lifting her thigh up and resting it on his shoulder.
Ochako realized suddenly that that left her wide open to him as his tongue trailed lazily over the thin cloth covering her sex and she moaned.
He growled with want at her response and seemed unable to hold back any longer as he hooked one finger into the leg band of her panties and pulled them to the side, fully baring her to him like this for the first time.
An animalistic sound rumbled from deep in his chest as he took her in a split second before extending that delicious tongue again and burying it deep into her folds, licking languorously toward the front of her slit.
The moment his tongue slid against the small bundle of nerves at her core, she cried out and grabbed at his hair with both hands, pulling him closer and letting her nightie fall back down, covering his head.
He chuckled deviously and extended his tongue again, going twice as fast. Then, beginning to focus solely on her clit, circling it with his tongue, sucking on it until she screamed, then starting all over at licking from her opening to the front.
The pleasure was astronomical. Ochako never wanted him to stop and she was so overcome, she could hardly stand.
He kept his pace and vigor perfectly, even after pleasuring her for minutes on end.
"Katsuki, ah," she whimpered, feeling something building inside of her as he continued to pay undivided attention to her clit, lapping up her juices that were pouring out of her and appearing to love every second of it.
He pulled back for just a second and she grunted in frustration.
"Are you close? Do you want me to make you cum?"
"Mmmmph," was all she could say, nodding instead and pulling his face back into her.
He redoubled his efforts, adding speed, and that feeling of taut tension built quickly in her lower abdomen.
Her cries became more fevered and desperate. She barely had enough control to not grasp his hair with all her strength.
Then he did the unthinkable. He made the experience even better, bringing two fingers to her opening and slowly pushing them in, causing her to jolt, her eyes wide.
"Oh my god, Katsuki," she gasped.
Still sucking at the little bud within her folds, he curled his fingers inside of her, hitting a spot that felt like fucking heaven and she was gone, over the edge of oblivion.
Ochako screamed her pleasure as her orgasm rocked her, throwing her head back, her eyes closed, and pulling him in deeper before pushing his head away, unable to stand his tongue on her sensitive flesh any longer.
Time lost all meaning and she felt like she was floating off into eternity as her body continued to spasm. What the hell? Wasn't he new at this too? How had he known every way to touch her and lick her?
She heard a low chuckle escape his lips and he said, "That's… interesting."
What?
She opened her eyes, bringing her head forward to look at him and he released her from his grip.
She started, thinking she was about to fall over but realized then why he'd laughed as she began floating upward.
Her quirk had activated when she'd orgasmed?
"That's so fucking- I have so many ideas, I don't know where to start," he said, eyes filled with hunger.
Even though she'd just been shoving his face into her crotch, Ochako still felt her cheeks heat under that piercing stare full of raw desire.
She was finally calm enough again to release herself to stand on the ground again, though her legs were incredibly shaky.
Katsuki got to his feet, licking his lips, a question in his eyes. He was still following the rules. He would only do what she told him.
Ochako held a hand out to him, allowing him to finally come to her and he immediately rushed her, gathering her in his arms and crushing her to him.
"Ochako," he sighed with relief and sheer happiness.
For her part, she clung to him as well, pressing her cheek to his chest, hearing the rapidly beating heart there.
"I'll make you happy," he whispered into her hair, "I'll give you fucking anything."
Tears sprang to her eyes. She looked up into his bright, glowing irises and was lost.
"I just want you," she told him, a tear trickling down her cheek, "I want to share everything with you, work with you again, fight with you again."
His calloused thumb grazed across her cheek, wiping away her tear and planting a soft kiss in its wake.
"I'd give you anything and everything as well, Katsuki," she confessed, "You're not alone. I was ready to offer my license just for you to get yours back if they were really going to revoke them. I couldn't let them just take your dream away like that. And it was my fault anyway."
Katsuki frowned down at her as he ran a hand absently through her hair.
"It wasn't your fault. I was stupid. Deku was stupid. He said fucked up shit and I reacted bad because I'm pretty much guaranteed to punch out anyone who talks shit about you like that."
"What a romantic," she joked, looping her arms around his neck.
"You know what you signed up for," he growled back with a smirk.
Ochako pulled his head down wanting to feel his lips on hers but he resisted at the last second, pulling back.
"Are you sure? After I just…"
Her eyebrows drew down at his question, "If it doesn't bother you, why should it bother me?"
His eyes glowed brighter at her response and he closed the distance between them, planting a soft, slow kiss on her mouth.
She grinned as he pulled back and her heart melted, feeling safe and wanted and warm.
A smile, one that had made her heart stop on New Years, came to his lips as well and he nuzzled his nose against hers before closing the distance once more, kissing her longer and deeper.
Ochako opened her mouth to brush her tongue against his lips but he was already eagerly following her lead and met her tongue with his own, inhaling deeply as they timidly stroked against each other.
She could taste the remnants of her own juices on his tongue and, contrary to his worries, it not only didn't bother her, it excited her.
She pulled him in further, stroking his tongue with hers more hungrily, wanting to taste more, explore every facet of that gorgeous mouth.
He groaned into her and pulled her closer, letting the hand not in her hair, slide down to cup her ass and squeeze.
"Mmmm," she whined, already feeling ready for him again. He hadn't been satisfied yet afterall and she had built up a certain amount of anticipation to finally see and touch and feel the part of him that he had occasionally let grind into her and had once come so close to being inside of her already.
As if knowing exactly what she desired, a firmness twitched at her hip upon hearing her voice.
She let him push her into it, grinding his arousal against her through his sweatpants.
Not letting herself hesitate, Ochako pulled one hand away from his neck to slowly trail its way down his torso.
She heard his breathing pick up as he realized what she meant to do and he completely stilled, possibly holding his breath, when her hand slid past his waistband.
Shyly, she inched her fingers into his boxers, venturing onto delicate skin she'd never had the chance to witness with her own eyes yet.
He remained still, hardly even breathing, even pulling his mouth back from hers and just resting his parted lips against the corner of hers.
Finally, her fingertips grazed a soft, velvety skin like none she had ever touched before in her life and his sharp intake of breath told her that that was what she had been looking for.
She explored more confidently now, letting her hand travel inch by inch, barely brushing the firm length of his erection pulsating beneath her palm, until she reached the base where the back of her hand met wiry curls of hair. Then, further still, until she was cupping his sac gently.
He jolted when she softly massaged his balls, being careful not to put too much pressure and his labored breaths started up again.
"Fuck. I want you so bad, I don't know what I want first," he groaned as she stopped massaging and slid her hand up the bottom side of his shaft, at full attention, standing straight up against his lower abdomen.
He grunted and involuntarily bucked his hips as she ended at the soft mushroom tip once more and suddenly wrapped her hand around his considerable girth.
She had nothing more to go off of other than the few lewd pictures she happened to see accidentally on pornographic ads or dick pics one of her friends got, but she considered his size to be more than acceptable with the way it filled her palm.
A heat pooled at the apex of her thighs, already demanding more attention and she bit her lower lip as she imagined the gently pulsating length in her hands, moving inside of her.
She pumped her fist up and down his shaft a couple times and he rocked his hips against it, letting out the most delicious half groan, half whine that made her mouth water.
Abruptly, she pulled her hand away and Katsuki's frustrated growl was fierce, causing a jolt of electricity to travel through her, right down to her core.
But Ochako was tired of standing near the elevator, hardly having anything to lean against or sit on. She wanted him to be comfortable. She wanted to straddle him or feel his weight on top of her body.
"Come with me," she ordered, pulling out of his embrace and taking his hand to lead him toward the living room and the couch.
Katsuki let himself be pulled along until she stopped in front of the plush sofa and shoved him roughly onto it.
"I want you," she said huskily, leaning down to claim his lips with her own and hastily pulling at the waistband of his sweats. She was tired of waiting and just feeling and touching. She wanted to see what her efforts had bought her. Needed to know what that soft broad tip and that thick, veined shaft really looked like.
He felt her fervor and lifted his hips to allow her to pull his pants and boxers down his hips, to his thighs, and his fully erect cock finally sprang free from its confines, revealing itself to her at last as she pulled back from him and kneeled before the couch taking the sight in.
She didn't know if he felt self-conscious with the way she was practically inspecting every inch of him but he didn't stop her, just watched, his molten eyes smoldering on her in the low-light.
His cock was, for lack of a better word, exquisite. Ochako's mouth watered just looking at it.
Thick veins wrapped around his flesh-colored shaft, a thicker cord running along the bottom that, after pulsating, produced a bead of liquid at the tip of his dark pink mushroom-shaped head.
She already knew how soft and sensitive that skin was and how much he liked when she touched it.
Curiosity got the better of her and she brought a single finger to the pearly bead of liquid at the tip, making his cock bob in response to the contact.
Katsuki just continued to watch her, fascinated, a ravenous look in his eyes.
The liquid was somewhat viscous, trailing a string after her finger as she pulled it away.
She brought that finger to her lips, extending her tongue to taste the small bit of liquid there. It was mildly sweet but hardly tasted like anything really, making her wonder if she should have tried more.
Katsuki sucked in a breath, his erection twitching at the sight of her, "Fuck, pink cheeks. Im not gonna be able to fuck you for very long at this rate. You're driving me goddamn insane."
"Should I… Do you need to… you know," she blushed furiously.
"If you make me cum first, I'll be able fuck you as long as you want when I get it up again," he told her matter of factly, not ashamed or uncomfortable with explaining his body to her, "Which, at this rate, won't be long."
"O-Okay," she said timidly, suddenly feeling incredibly shy about the fact that she had no practice at this.
Unsure how to start, Ochako leaned forward, her mouth open, tongue slightly extended toward his length.
Katsuki said nothing and didn't try to stop her as her tongue reached his shaft and began sliding up toward the tip.
He did, however, emit a ferocious growl, baring his teeth, when she reached it and clamped her lips around the whole of his swollen head, licking at the soft skin there and lapping up the small beads that gushed forth from the tip.
He dug his hands deep into her hair, gathering it all into one hand like her own personal hair tie as she began to inch him further into her mouth. His size was considerable and she was unsure if she could take the whole of him.
When he hit the back of her throat, she almost gagged but pulled back a bit to regain her composure, her eyes watering.
"You don't have to take the whole thing," he purred, groaning as she tried to push forward again.
Well now he said it, it felt like a challenge.
She bobbed her head up and down slowly, sensuously, but also working to get accustomed to his size in her mouth.
Every time she pulled back, she let her tongue drag at the underside of his shaft until she reached the tip, where she would lick broadly, hoping for more pearly liquid to come forth.
He would hiss in a breath almost every time she did this, then release it slowly when she would take him in again, still gripping her hair in his fist.
When she became more accustomed to his size and how she should move, she began to go faster, bobbing up and down, keeping her lips sealed around his shaft.
His breaths became more erratic and he gripped her hair tighter, almost painfully.
She felt him beginning to push her up and down with the hand fisting her hair and allowed him to lead her for a little bit.
That was until she finally became more confident with her ability to take him further in and grabbed his wrist to tell him to stop pushing her as she pushed him further and further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
He groaned deeply, his head falling back in ecstasy, but she still wasn't done yet. There was a little more to go. Her eyes watered slightly but she was able to control herself better this time and pushed him the rest of the way in, feeling him slip just barely down her throat.
"Och-chako…" he moaned breathlessly, his whole body shaking, "I'm gonna…"
He pulled her back, mostly off of him and bucked quickly into her mouth three more times before he pulled her all the way off, grunting heavily as he grabbed his cock to keep control as hot ropes of white liquid shot from it, landing mostly on her face, some into her mouth and hair.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned loudly as he rode out his orgasm, spasming and still holding tight to his shaft as it pulsed a few more spurts of cum that dribbled down the head and onto his hand.
Ochako, for her part, wasn't quite sure what to do with the substance in her mouth. It was warm and tasted nothing like the sweet liquid that had issued from his tip earlier. It's taste was distinct but not comparable to anything she'd ever tasted before. She couldn't say she hated it, but it was surely something new.
"That's… kinda hot," Katsuki said, still breathing heavily, but finally beginning to come down from his high.
She looked at him with wide confused eyes, her mouth still open with his cum on her tongue and covering her face.
"Fuck, that's even hotter," he growled bringing a hand to his face, "You don't have to just keep that in your mouth. You can spit it out if you don't like it or you can swallow it, it won't hurt you."
Not sure what else to do, she closed her mouth and swallowed the still warm liquid. It left an odd sensation on her tongue in its wake that she could only describe as slightly tingly.
"God, angel-face you are…" he got a dark, sultry look in his eye, "I wish I could've done this sooner."
He stared at her for a few seconds, his scarlett irises glowing with intent, then began pulling up his boxers, while shucking off his pants.
"Hang on," he told her quickly and got up to walk into the kitchen.
A few cabinets banged open and closed and she heard water running. Then he came back around the couch holding what looked like a hand towel.
He sat again and pulled her closer as he began to wipe the sticky residue from her face and neck with the damp, she realized, and warm cloth.
He wiped gently at her face and even got the bits that were in her hair. For some reason his efforts to clean her off felt intimate all on their own and made her heart flutter restlessly knowing he cared for her in this way too.
Giving her one more once-over with his bare hand, he finally found her face to be acceptably clean and he paused at her mouth and her swollen lips, dragging his thumb across them as she looked up into his face.
"This mouth," he purred, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her lips, "is dirty," he kissed her again, "and hot," another sensual kiss, "and I loved fucking it."
Ochako's whole body warmed as he pulled her in for another kiss, drawing this one out by plunging his tongue into her mouth once more.
She readily kissed him back, tenderly at first and then more hungrily as his tongue massaged hers like she tasted like the sweetest candy.
He pulled her up off the floor and onto his lap, pulling her legs to either side of him so she was straddling his hips.
As they continued to make out vigorously, Katsuki began caressing her thighs, gliding his hands up and down them, dipping his fingertips under the leg bands of her panties each time he slid them back up.
Ochako clutched at his neck, running one hand through the short hairs at his nape, while dragging her fingernails of the other slowly down into his shirt.
His shirt was bullshit, she decided, and she dropped her hands to the bottom of it, tugging it up.
Understanding what she was trying to achieve, he broke the kiss and let her pull it off of him and she discarded it roughly on the floor.
He chuckled that sultry, incredibly sexy sound that was starting to be an aphrodisiac for her and said, "The shirt didn't do anything to you."
"It was covering you," she snapped back, "It's lucky I didn't tear it off."
His torso glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and Ochako felt her mouth water with hunger.
He leaned into the back of the couch and let her run a hand down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Then she ran her hand all the way back up, watching as her fingers moved over the hills and valleys of his muscles.
She couldn't hold back any longer and she leaned into him, bringing her lips to his chest and kissing all across it. Then extending her tongue to lick from the bottom of one pectoral to the top, savoring the delicious taste of sweetness and spice on her tongue as she lapped up his sweat.
"I knew you liked it," he purred low, dipping his fingers under her leg bands a little deeper this time and making her vaginal muscles squeeze, wishing his digits were there instead.
She licked him again and he gasped suddenly when her tongue grazed his nipple.
"Do you like that?" she asked, stopping and going back to run her tongue over it again.
He let out a repressed grunt as she did and when she did it a third time he actually growled deep in his throat and pulled her head away.
"You tell me if you like it," he said seductively before pulling the thin straps of her night gown down and exposing her breasts, letting it pool at her waist.
Before she was able to figure out what he was doing, he had already taken her own peaked nipple into his mouth and was sucking at it gently, rolling his tongue slowly around the hardened bud.
Ochako cried out, her fingers going to his hair once more to pull him closer.
His hand went to her other breast so as to not neglect it and he leisurely palmed it, pinching delicately at her other nipple.
This treatment was beyond torturous and made warmth pool and ache between her thighs once more.
"Katsuki," she sobbed, her need becoming a strain burning for him to relieve.
She moved her hips against his long and slow, feeling that he was, in fact, hard again and grinding herself against his length. He let out a deep animalistic sound that originated within his chest, vibrating up through his mouth as he continued lavishing her breasts with all of his attention.
It did wondrous things to her and made her wish for his mouth at her clit once more.
"Katsuki," she said again, a more desperate whine coming to her voice this time and he paused his work on her nipples to look up at her, lust coating his every feature.
"I need you," she whimpered frantically into his ear.
That was enough for him and he lifted his hips to begin pulling his boxers down.
When she saw his firm erection between them at attention once more, her frenzy reached a fever pitch and she brought a hand to it, pushing it against her soaked panties and grinding herself against him, panting with need.
"Fuck! Fuck! Ochako!" he hissed, gritting his teeth as he held her hips to still her, "You can't do that to me or I'll just fuck you right now."
"That's what I want," she purred, trying to move her hips again.
"You have to wait just a second," he said breathlessly and held her to him as he laid her down on her back.
He reached over the edge of the couch and grabbed for his pants, digging around in the pockets again and grabbing out a square packet, containing what she assumed was a condom.
"Oh," she laughed mildly at herself, "Right."
She watched with restless excitement as he opened the packet, pulling out the tiny rubbery-looking circle.
"Do you know how? To put one on?" he asked her, seeing her intense interest.
Putting on a condom hadn't really been explained much to her in detail in the past. The most she'd been told was that the guy should wear one every time.
She shook her head.
"Here," he said, taking her hands and showing her how to place it and letting her unroll the latex down his shaft, quivering when her petite hand wrapped itself around him again, testing the feel of the slick, prelubed rubber in her hand. Would this feel good? Would he still like it covered up like this?
The way his eyes burned into hers when she looked up at him made her question less and just want to try.
Her breath hitched when he began to slowly tug her panties and her nightie down her hips. He was gentle and halting, pulling them from one ankle, then the next.
And then she was naked before him, and he before her as he moved back up her body and settled his weight over hers, taking the sight of her in.
Nothing in her entire life had ever looked as gorgeous as he did above her now, looking down at her now with the reverence of a man who'd seen the face of God.
Kastuki leaned down to her now, bringing his lips to hers in a slow, sensual kiss that made her toes curl and she undulated her hips up toward him, feeling his thickness there, waiting for her.
He slid effortlessly back and forth across her folds as she moved and she shuddered when the cleft of his head glided across her clit.
"For fuck's sake, pink-cheeks," he pulled back, breathless, "You're not innocent and pure at all. I'm trying to go slow for you and you're just so fucking hot."
She stopped her movements and looked up at him, pleading in her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked, smirking down at her.
She nodded, "Yes. Please, Katsuki."
His crimson eyes burned brighter as he gripped her hip and positioned himself at her entrance.
Nerves from excitement and anxiousness bounced through her, feeling him there. But she wasn't afraid. He'd already proven to her time and time again he would take care of her, make sure she was comfortable first and foremost.
"I love you, Ochako," he breathed and pushed slowly inside of her.
Ochako gasped, unsure if it was from the shock of his admission or the new sensation of feeling him moving within her. She'd fantasized about it, wished for it but this was… so much more.
He'd halted immediately, watching for her reaction but it didn't hurt.
"I'm okay," she told him, "More. Please."
Katsuki let out a long, slow breath as he pushed further and further inside of her, groaning as he filled her completely, pushing in to the hilt.
"More," she groaned, ready for him to move. Ready for him to go faster.
"Fuck, Ochako," he grunted as he started rolling his hips against hers. Pushing in and pulling out slowly at first.
She growled as she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him in closer each time he thrust in, loving the way his cock slid against her inner walls and pressed against that heavenly spot he'd so easily found with his fingers before.
This sensation was incredible. It felt like he was a part of her now, moving inside of her, body and soul. She began moving against him as he rocked his hips, finding a perfect rhythm that had her panting and occasionally letting tiny whimpers escape her lips.
"Harder," she whined.
He drove into her harder, sweat glistening on his skin as he grunted with each delicious thrust. Plunging in decisively with force, then pulling out at half the speed.
"I love you," he said again, breath ragged as he watched her face contorting in pleasure, "you're fucking gorgeous."
"Katsuki!" she whimpered, the stronger thrusts driving perfectly into her core.
His words flowed through her, filling her with intense emotion at the same time her body writhed with intense pleasure.
She dragged her short, trimmed nails down his back and he hissed at the pain mixed with ecstasy.
"You feel amazing," he grunted, continuing to drive into her with seemingly endless energy, "I could fuck you for hours."
When he talked to her like that, it lit Ochako on fire. She opened the eyes she'd previously closed from euphoria and met his crimson gaze.
His face was completely open for her to read the adoration and bliss he felt staring down at her, his lips parted as he panted in time with his thrusts.
His movements were slow and unhurried, savoring every sweet moment, every tiny cry, and Ochako basked in the perfection of it all.
She pulled him down to kiss her again and his mouth welcomed her eagerly, stroking her tongue just as languidly as he pumped his cock into her.
Pulling her face back again, she sighed as he rested his forehead against hers, concentrating once more on his hips rocking back and forth.
Pleasure mounted within her and she knew her orgasm was coming soon.
"Katsuki," she whispered, "I'm- mmhh."
The wave mounted further, stealing her breath away as all she could focus on was that hot, thick member filling her and driving into her core.
"You're gonna cum for me," he growled. No question in his words.
God, he was so sure of himself. Sure of her and his effect on her body. It only added to the building pleasure within.
She was close now, so close. Just on the edge. Every muscle in her body going taut. And she let a tiny mewling cry escape her lips, begging for her release.
Katsuki pumped into her with renewed vigor, picking up his speed and strength, savage grunts issuing from him as she felt his muscles begin to tense as well.
"I- love you- Katsuki," she haltingly breathed out and the animalistic groan she got in response told her that those words helped him find his pleasure.
His cock throbbed in her as he kept thrusting, and knowing he had cum and was climaxing inside of her pushed her over her own precipice.
Ochako cried out, her nails digging into his back and her whole body tightening and drawing him in closer.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he gasped as she clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
He shook with his overwhelming pleasure as she held him close, riding out her orgasm as wave after wave crashed over her.
Finally, after a couple long minutes, she was able to relax her muscles and freed him from her grasp.
He pulled back but only enough to see her face as he smiled down at her, his face full of genuine contentment.
"You liked it," another statement, not a question.
Ochako covered her face, suddenly embarrassed by his assessment.
He pulled her hands away, grinning at the pouty face she gave him.
"So what if I did? So did you," she grumbled.
"I fucking loved it, angel-face," he purred, kissing her softly then pulling back and out of her to sit up and remove the condom which was probably now near overflowing with hot, sticky cum he had initially shot all over her face.
She bit her lip, remembering that moment. The way it had looked and the way his voice had become so rough when he had climaxed. She imagined that happening inside of her and it made her squirm with delight.
"Are you imagining lewd things again already?" he asked with feigned shock, his voice sounding a little shaky.
She pushed herself up as well, leaning into him, her breasts brushing his arm.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all, "I was just imagining what you cumming inside of me might look like and-"
She cut herself off when she saw his face practically leering at her with hunger, his mouth open.
"You are… a fucking wet dream come true. You have no idea how hot what you just said is. I-" he shook his head, "I want to fuck you again but I fucking can't yet. You're fucking killing me."
Ochako's face warmed and she felt lightness spread throughout her body. This man. This open and honest and loving and horny man was hers now. He was what she had always wanted.
"That's okay," she soothed, circling her arms around him, "we can do other stuff for now. When do you have to leave?"
His eyes went to her, amused.
"I don't have to if you don't want me to."
Her chest squeezed, heart overflowing with surprised joy.
"You'll- You'll stay? With me?" she asked timidly.
He pulled her face closer to his, foreheads and noses resting against each other.
"I'll stay with you every night you want me to, Ochako," he said assertively, leaving no room for question.
Ochako's chin quivered, emotion overcoming her at his simple declaration. He really was sure of this now. He really was putting all of his faith in her.
She felt such a sense of pride and responsibility now that he'd given himself to her whole-heartedly.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, not wanting to make him concerned if she were to cry again, especially after just having sex.
She smiled at him instead.
"Then stay, and we can watch a movie or something and maybe later…"
His crimson eyes glowed in understanding and he nodded, grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on before getting up to throw the condom away.
She dressed herself again, pulling her nightgown back over her head but unable to put her panties back on as they were soaked through. She doubted Katsuki would mind.
She let her eyes rake over his well-toned body for as long as she wanted for the first time ever as he reentered the living room holding a blanket, not hiding her appreciation. She'd just had that body between her legs and let him rock her world. It was hard to be ashamed of that.
"Like somethin you see, floaty?" he teased, noticing her lingering gaze as he plopped back down on the couch, spreading the blanket out over the both of them.
"Maybe," she replied nonchalantly, shrugging, not wanting to feed his arrogance too much.
He huffed a laugh as she reached for the TV remote to see what was on.
"I hope you're ready to watch that heist movie now," he said, grabbing the remote from her to search the On Demand channels for it.
"We didn't even ask Nate if we could," she sassed him, not really putting up much of a fight.
He shrugged, "I'll give him 5 bucks, whatever."
She giggled and cuddled up next to him, his arm casually snaking around her waist to pull her closer.
It was that easy. It was that natural. They'd gone from brokenhearted and nervous, to loving and comfortable as though this was how it had been meant to be all along and they were just coming to rest in their proper place as they always should've.
Katsuki started the movie and looked down at her, his euphoria clear as day in his ruby eyes as she stared back up at him, thinking to herself she probably looked much the same.
He brought his lips to hers for a sweet, tender kiss before turning back to the TV and settling back into the couch.
They were about halfway through the movie when the elevator chimed its arrival and Ochako startled as raucous laughter issued from the inside.
Katsuki ran a calming hand through her hair and they both looked over the couch back as Nate, Mt. Lady, and Kamui Woods emerged.
They halted and quieted when they realized the scene they had walked in on.
"Aww, we missed it," Nate lamented, particularly noting Katsuki's partially undressed state.
Ochako's cheeks burned hotly and she pulled the blanket up tighter around her, suddenly regretting not going to get new panties on.
"Fuck off," Katsuki snapped, rolling his eyes, although not looking all too upset or abashed.
The trio, clearly a little tipsy, all laughed.
"Uravity-chan," Mt. Lady cooed, looking so weird to Ochako not dressed in her costume, "does this mean you'll consider coming to work for me now?"
Her body heated further as she sputtered, "Um… I don't-"
She looked up at Katsuki. Everything was so new, she couldn't just start making plans like that so suddenly, could she?
"Maybe," she answered, as she stared up into his unwavering gaze. He seemed like he was interested as well.
"Okay," Nate relented, "Sorry to bother you. We'll be out near the pool if you need us!"
He went into the kitchen quickly to grab a bottle of wine and glasses before leading the other two out to the large patio, waving at Ochako with a smirk as he shut the door.
Their laughter and talking was still audible but much more muffled as they resumed drinking on the patio.
"Mt. Lady asked you to come back?" he asked her, quietly.
She flushed, unsure how to go about talking about these things already, "Yes. A couple days ago. After… you know. And I told her I couldn't because... "
He was silent a moment before he asked uncertainly, "Do you want to come back?"
Honestly, the answer was yes, even if she didn't get to work with Katsuki again. Mt. Lady had reminded her of exactly where she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. But all of this was so complicated when Katsuki was thrown back into the mix now. Wasn't it?
"Yes," she answered him, not wanting to seem unsure.
"Then come back," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
"You want me to come back?" she asked him curiously.
He sighed, "I want everything back, angel-face. And more."
Her heart soared and she thought she might cry again as she looked back and forth between his assured molten eyes.
"Okay," she murmured and that was that.
He smiled at her again, threatening to melt her heart where she sat and he kissed her, dipping his tongue delicately into her mouth and she sighed into his blissful affection.
They turned back to the movie, having to rewind the past 10 minutes, thanks to the interruption.
When the movie ended, Ochako gathered up the clothes they'd left scattered on the floor and squeaked when she felt Katsuki's hand at her bare ass, his fingers already threatening to wander further.
She glared back at him and saw heat pooling in his eyes.
Immediately feeling hot for him, she finished gathering their clothes and pulled him along into her room to throw him on the bed before she pounced on him again.
This time she got to be on top and she rode him, panting and groaning and whispering dirty things into his ear until they both collapsed side by side to fall asleep in each other's arms.
A/N: I swear to glob, yall better not go anywhere. I'M NOT FLIPPIN DONE! We still got some loose ends to wrap up, right? Where tf Deku been? What's he doin? I mean we saw him on TV but we don't know how he's been all this time. We'll find out next chapter…
Might be a little bit tho cuz of that whole moving business. I just had this smut bouncing around in my head for a WHILE so here it is in all its glory. Hope it was hot enough for you to forgive all my angst.