A/N: I'm back! Horray! Moving was horrible. Traumatic even. No one ask me about it.
Ochako inhaled deeply first thing as her mind drifted slowly back into consciousness. A struck match smell came to her nose as she snuggled in closer to the enticingly warm body next to her.
The body was smooth and hardened with muscle, back turned to her. He was completely naked too. Come to think of it, so we she.
Ochako opened her eyes to find her face pressed into a lightly-tanned, minorly-scarred back. A familiar back she had pressed herself into a thousand times over. But somehow, now it was far different.
Katsuki.
She recalled the night before. His apology, his confession, her acceptance, the way he begged her...
Her face grew hot remembering the things they'd done. Her heart pulsed with affection remembering the things he'd said in the throes of passion.
She pressed her naked body even closer, letting her softer curves mold around his hardened ones. He was hers now. Truly. There was nothing and no one coming between them ever again.
Nate's comments from their dinner with Katsuki returned to her unbidden as she felt the curve of his ass butting up against her hips.
It was pretty nice… and firm…
She let her hand drift to it and took a handful of that rounded muscle, squeezing gently. Okay, maybe not so gently. It was delicious.
She heard Katsuki groan into his pillow as he awoke.
He shifted and she could tell when his consciousness was mostly returned as he went rigid, feeling her smaller, softer body at his back, her hand still groping him.
"Mmmhhh, floaty," he grunted groggily, loosening up again, "You really are a pervert."
"For you maybe," she murmured into his back with a kiss.
He growled lightly. That must've been the right thing to say.
"You're grabbing the wrong side, angel-face," his voice rumbled, gripping her wrist lightning fast and bringing it around to his front, to an already rock hard erection.
Ochako gasped, pulling back quickly and a chuckle rumbled through Katsuki, reaching her through his back.
"You're awful," she squeaked, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Am I?" he asked, turning himself over to face her, "That's not what you said last night when-"
"If you remember correctly," she cut him off, "you got slapped the last time you started that line with me."
He grinned his devilish grin.
Ochako drank his body in in the burgeoning sunlight. He was gorgeous. From the hinted at line of his incredibly muscled thighs through the sheets to his thick, broad chest. She couldn't get enough of him.
Reaching out, she laid a hand on that well-chiseled chest and looked up into his eyes that were watching her, as they often were, with a softness that she'd only ever seen when he was looking at her.
She could hardly believe that a little over a year ago, she'd thought he was genuinely a terrible person. Cruel and malicious. Someone she thought only wanted to be a hero for the glory.
Although, she was willing to admit to herself now that she had always hoped there was more to him. Deku had looked up to him and still worked at befriending him for a reason. There were always these random things he'd surprise her by being good at, like cooking and playing drums. She'd wanted to believe those were indicators of something deeper within him.
Maybe there had always been a part of her who had noticed him. But she had held it back because she had never deluded herself that bad boys were anything but just that because that was always the case.
Maybe that interest was why it had been so easy to kiss him back that day of the sports festival. She had believed that her hopes of there being more to him might be confirmed and she had been somewhat devastated when she'd thought it was all a lie.
It wasn't though. Everything she thought she'd ever seen had been there. She didn't know when she had realized it but that had probably been when she had fallen for him.
If he had said something far earlier… If she had… If either of them had said or done something about their feelings sooner, maybe…
Ochako didn't let herself think back, to regret what could've been if she had just chosen him that night on New Years. Looking back would change nothing and, in the end, they'd ended up here and happy and that was all that mattered now.
She glanced down at the outline of his arousal jutting out under the sheets.
"I suppose you want me to take care of that now?" she asked, feigning annoyance.
He quirked a brow at her, "I never said that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I owe you something."
She frowned at him, confused.
Throwing the sheet off of his lower half, he rolled onto his back and wrapped a hand around his stiff member, lightly stroking it.
He looked at her, his molten eyes radiating heat and his lips parted, a sigh escaping them.
"Oh," was all she was able to choke out as she couldn't stop looking between what he was doing with his hand and his searing gaze.
Katsuki stopped stroking a second to run his hot pink tongue broadly over his palm a couple times, leaving it slippery with his saliva.
When his hand returned to his shaft, it slid more easily up and down, even gliding over his swollen head and he inhaled heavily as though this was more pleasurable than before.
Ochako could hardly breathe watching him as his chest rose and fell with more labored breaths and his abdominal muscles tensed with the pleasure he was giving himself.
He still watched her, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks reddened, and his lips still parted, letting sighs of bliss escape them.
She sat up to watch more eagerly.
This was…. hot. And it was everything she had fantasized when she imagined him masturbating after hearing him that first time.
She couldn't hide the way she licked her lips or her nipples pinching as they hardened at the sight of him, especially when her gaze slid back down to his now glistening cock as his fist kept smoothly gliding up and down.
He let out a familiar soft grunt that sent a jolt of electricity all the way down into her core and warmth pooled between her legs. She wouldn't be able to hide that either eventually.
It was getting harder and harder to watch. Even moreso when a bead of pearly liquid escaped his tip and he used that as well to lubricate his hand once more.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and moved forward, her mouth already partially opened, ready to lick, ready to taste him.
But Katsuki's unused hand caught her around her throat and she was forced to stop.
Something between a whine and a growl escaped her lips and she glared at him with venom.
"I don't think so, floaty," he purred huskily, not halting his stroking, "This was supposed to be your gift. You wanted to see what was behind that door last year, didnt you? Don't you want to see what it was like every time I thought of you riding this cock?"
Ochako's whole lower body squeezed painfully in response to this question. Of course she did but she also wanted to just do it.
She brought her sad puppy eyes up to him on full blast, pouting her mouth.
"Katsuki," she whined and she saw a shiver travel through his body.
"No," he growled, a tiny roguish smile playing at his lips.
She was helpless to even so much as reach for him as he held her at arm's length, still pumping his fist up and down.
Watching him with hungry, desperate eyes, Ochako brought a hand to her own soaked sex, letting one slender finger glide across her clit.
A small gasp issued from her as she ran her fingers over herself in time with his fist. It still didn't feel like enough. Her wetness yearned for that length to be inside of her again. To fill her completely.
"Floaty…" he murmured, seeing what her fingers were doing.
The fingers at her neck twitched and he pulled her face toward his, kissing her softly.
She bit at his lip and he hissed in a breath, chuckling that rich laugh as he pushed her back again.
Ochako bared her teeth at him.
"Fine," she snapped.
She wouldn't be allowed to touch him while he forced her to watch him pleasure himself. And her fingers were just not doing it for her.
But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to touch her.
She lightly tugged at his hand circling her neck and it came free easily enough.
Katsuki's eyes became more alert as he felt her pull his hand free, suspicion in his gaze wondering if she was going to try to reach for him again.
But she held fast to the hand she'd pulled from her neck and pressed it to her chest as she let it trail down.
She dragged it over one breast that she let him cup for just a second before she pulled it lower.
Katsuki's breaths became more ragged as he realized her intention and his hand stroking that delicious length between his legs began to pump faster.
She trailed his hand down, down, down, past her belly button, then twisted it so his palm was facing up. Pulling it further down, she finally was able to push his hand between her legs.
She heard him groan as she pushed two of his fingers between her slick folds.
"Katsuki," she mewled, soft and sweet, beginning to move her hips against his fingers as she pressed them against her, letting them occasionally slide against her clit.
"Oh my- Fuck! How are you so fucking hot?" he ground out, his hips involuntarily bucking into his hand as he watched.
"I just want you," she whimpered, barely able to get the words out, still wanting more.
Katsuki's fist pumped even faster, not taking his eyes from how she rocked against his fingers.
Her lips barely moving as she concentrated on the pleasure she took from him she said, "I want you to be here," and she easily slid those fingers inside her, stifling a tiny cry.
"Holy… Shit…" he breathed and let out a ferocious growl as she pushed and pulled his fingers inside of her, trying to move her hips against this as well.
"Ochako," he said through gritted teeth, "you're gonna make me-"
But before he could even finish his sentence, his hips jerked and he let out a guttural grunt, warm white cum spilling from between his fingers and landing on his abdomen as well as dribbling down his hand and shaft.
Ochako whined, watching his body writhe as his orgasm gripped him, disappointed at not getting to touch him after all.
"Don't be sad, angel-face," he purred, beginning to calm, "You're next."
And completely ignoring that the mess he'd just made was getting on the sheets, Katsuki roughly pushed her back into the pillows, settling his head between her legs.
Fingers still inside of her, he took control and began moving them in and out, dragging them along the place inside of her that made her let out a tiny whimper every time he hit it.
He began, slowly, sensuously trailing kisses up one thigh and then the other, never pausing his fingers thrusting inside of her.
Ochako was practically sobbing with need and anticipation when he finally brought his tongue to the small bundle of nerves within her folds.
A hand went to her mouth to keep from screaming outright, knowing that Nate would almost definitely hear, but she used her other to run her fingers through his soft, blonde hair and push him further into her, eliciting a carnal growl from him that vibrated through her and made her cry out in ecstasy despite her hand.
His fingers still thrust inside of her and now they moved faster, pushing harder.
"Katsuki," she whimpered, her voice rising higher with each word, her breaths coming fast and heavy, "don't stop. Please!"
He moaned again, clearly enjoying that he was driving her crazy.
Her climax mounted too quickly for her to even warn him but she was sure he knew when her muscles squeezed around him and her hand fisted in his hair, screaming her pleasure into her hand, trying to muffle it as much as possible, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed into her.
He pulled his fingers and face away from her and climbed up higher to lay his head on her abdomen, holding her to him- and effectively holding her down when her quirk floated her again- as the last of the waves of her orgasm washed over her.
When her breathing finally slowed to a normal speed enough to release her quirk and she removed her hand from her mouth to run through his hair, he planted a kiss on her belly and looked up at her.
She giggled shyly, "If you would've done that in front of me on White Day, I still don't think I would've been able to keep my hands to myself."
"That was the point, pink-cheeks," he grinned.
Ignoring his sass, she pulled him up and kissed him sensuously, letting her tongue lazily drag over his. Then she rolled them both over so she could lay partially on top of him, one leg resting between his, her chest pressed against his side as she snuggled up under his arm that naturally circled around her, his hand coming to rest at her back, drawing small circles on it as they lay there.
She watched her fingers trace slowly over the muscles of his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingertips.
Watching his chest rise and fall, she knew he was about to speak when he took a larger breath.
"You are- you were a virgin," he said softly, he said it like a statement but she knew there was also a question to it.
She nodded, her cheeks warming at the admittance.
"Last night… didn't hurt you?" he asked, wondering the same as she did about her lack of pain when he had first pushed into her.
She shook her head, "No."
"Isn't it supposed to? Did something happen?"
She had a feeling he was trying to ask her something incredibly sensitive but she had been just as surprised as he was about it. There was nothing in her past what would've torn her hymen.
"No, nothing like that," she replied quickly, not wanting to worry him.
But then she recalled learning something about this in health class. Or maybe read it in a magazine?
"I've seen somewhere that girls who are really active can just... tear it sometimes. It could've happened to me at any time the past few years. I'll bet all of the girls in class are-"
"Well thanks for that visual I didn't need," he cut her off shaking his head, "I don't wanna think about the other girls in the class losing their virginity in any way, thanks."
Ochako snorted. But she realized she also had a similar question for him. He seemed well versed, like he knew what he was doing with her.
"What about you?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly, "Were you?"
He looked down at her, a smirk on his lips, "Yeah, why? Was I that good?"
Relief of an anxiety she hardly knew she was harboring washed through her and she couldn't bring herself to hide it, "Yeah… actually… I thought maybe…"
The smirk dropped from his lips and his eyes softened toward her, "I already told you, I've never touched anyone the way I touch you. That includes sex."
Ochako looked away, biting her lip, "I just- I mean you know you were better than a virgin…"
His chest vibrated with a small laugh and he brought a hand to her hair, combing his fingers through it.
He was quiet for a long moment before saying, "You always make me reveal my most embarrassing bullshit, floaty."
She glanced up at him quizzically, surprised by this answer.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and sighed, "So I did a lot of research, so what?"
Ochako sputtered, trying not to burst out with laughter, "What like… porn?"
He glared at her, "Porn is a lie. No. God, do I have to tell you about every single websearch I did? Isn't it good enough that I wanted to seem like I know what I'm doing? It worked out didn't it?"
Ochako bit her lips to keep her laughter in but couldn't hold back her amused smile. She lifted herself to lay her chest against his so she could more easily look into his eyes.
There was a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and he had a pout to his face. He was embarrassed!
"And you brought condoms too," she pointed out, teasing him, "Did you expect me to say yes?"
His face grew redder still, "I didn't expect you to… I thought you might... I hoped-"
He saw her grin growing as his discomfort became more apparent and he scowled at her, grabbing her roughly behind her neck and pulling her face to his.
"You're lucky I love you so goddamn much," he growled at her before crushing her mouth to his, stealing away any laughter she might've been holding back.
Her lips answered back instinctually and she wasn't surprised when he pulled her body to lay on top of him, spreading her legs to either side of his waist.
She felt his length, ready again, throb against her and she shuddered.
"You're going to exhaust me before I even get out of bed," she giggled, pulling back.
"Good. Then maybe you'll stay in bed with me all day," he chuckled and pulled her back down to his waiting lips.
Ochako's chest felt like it was exploding with elation. Every second kissing him, every moment touching him, felt like a moment she could live in forever.
The way he moved against her was magnetic, the ying to her yang. The way his hands held onto her like she was something rare and treasured made her body feel like she could be at home anywhere he was.
Him pushing into her and her pushing herself against him felt like the most perfect thing in the world.
His grunts and growls and moans into her ear were like music. His tongue against her skin was like a live wire to her body.
She wanted to stay in bed with him all day if it meant hearing him whisper every sweet nothing to her and seeing his face contort with pleasure, his eyes close and breath hitch when she did something he especially liked.
This was how she wanted it to be. This was how it should always be.
When they'd finally spent themselves on each other again, Ochako sat up, remembering she had places to go with Nate.
"We have to get going!" she panicked, going to her dresser to grab clothing to change into after her shower.
"I'm pretty sure Nate is still sleeping off his night," Katsuki grumbled sitting up as well, his displeasure at her abandonment clear.
"I told him I'd take him around the city for his vacation, though!" she said, still looking for a dress after finding a bra and panties.
Katsuki rolled off the bed and sauntered up behind her. She felt him pressing his chest into her back as she rummaged in the closet and she froze as he put his arms around her waist.
She inhaled his scent as she leaned back into him then turned in his arms.
"Do you want to come?" she asked hopefully, "Do you have to work?"
"I don't have to work today. I go back tomorrow but I'll come back after if you want," he told her, a question in his eye.
"Yes!" she said hastily, "Yes, I do want!"
He smirked down at her and she blushed, knowing that she was probably being a little too overt in her answer. But after all of the time she'd spent denying it and hiding how much she did want him, she felt it was only fair that it be so obvious now.
"So you'll come with us today?" she asked, her eyes shining up at him.
"No need to turn on the doe-eyes, pink-cheeks," he pinched at her cheek at that, "I'll go today. I'll come back tomorrow. I'll do whatever."
She grinned up at him and his own smile answered hers before he leaned down to kiss her softly.
Finally finding a dress, Ochako jumped into the shower after Katsuki told her he had to leave to his apartment for a shower of his own and fresh clothes. She had been hesitant to let him go, a part of her still afraid of him not coming back. But he had pressed his lips to her cheek sweetly before he went and reminded her, "You still have my license. Don't forget you still pretty much have me by the balls for as long as you want."
This had comforted her enough to let him walk out the door before heading into her shower.
When she finally emerged, she found Nate sitting at the breakfast table as she came out to the living area. He was scrolling something on his phone, being a little too obvious in his ignoring her as a smile crept onto his lips.
"So…." he began, setting his phone down gingerly as she sat across from him.
"Yes?" she replied, unable to keep a smile from her own mouth.
"I think we have time before he comes back. Give me all the details," he said, leaning forward and resting his chin on his folded hands.
Ochako grinned as she launched into an overview of the night before.
"How much did you tell Nate?" Katsuki growled into her ear as they walked into the coffee shop next to the hotel.
He stood with her in line as she answered him, her cheeks going hot, "Oh.. you know… some stuff."
"'Some stuff'?," he glared at her, "The way he's eyeballing me makes me think you told him fucking everything."
Ochako ducked her head. Maybe she had been a little too graphic in some places…
"To be fair," she argued, "He's been worried about me and he's been here for me all this time. I wanted him to know that things were okay. That he didn't have to be protective of me."
Katsuki looked down at her and huffed testily, "You didn't have to tell him my dick size or whatever though."
Ochako's eyes widened and she felt her entire face heat up.
"Katsuki!" she scolded in an aggressive whisper.
He just shrugged, "You're the one who told him."
"I didn't tell him that!" she snapped. She had maybe only compared it to vegetables she knew of…
"Yeah…" he grunted, not believing her.
They made it to the front of the line to order and Ochako realized just then why Katsuki was lined up with her. The cute barista that greeted her every morning stood frozen as Katsuki stared at him, his arm possessively circling her waist. The guy's brown eyes went from her to Katsuki a couple times before realizing he needed to greet them.
"H-Hi, Uravity," he said with an unsure quality to his voice, "Do you want your usual?"
"Yes, please," she said kindly, a smile gracing her features.
"And a black coffee for me," Katsuki added, pulling her closer.
Ochako rolled her eyes and pushed him away, "You're being obnoxious."
She handed the card to the barista and gave him an apologetic look, "I'm sorry about him. He's my boyfriend and he can be… jealous."
Katsuki made a "tch" sound.
"But, yes, we'll have the usual and his black coffee," she smiled sweetly as the barista punched in their order and ran the card.
"Sorry, I didn't realize..." he said quietly, handing the card back to her, hardly even looking at her.
Ochako sighed, taking the card back and dragging Katsuki along with her to wait for their drinks.
"That was rude," she scolded him, shooting him a glare, "I would have never seen him again after this week. He wasn't even being inappropriate."
"He was flirting with you before," he said with a shrug.
"That's hardly inappropriate," she shot back.
"You can't say you wouldn't be the exact same way, " he countered, his arm snaking around her hip once more.
And to that, Ochako knew she had no argument. She had to admit he was probably right. For now at least, their relationship was so new and she was still so apprehensive about something going wrong or him changing his mind that she would likely cling to him just as hard or spout venom at a woman who even said something she could possibly construe as flirtatious.
It was a fragile time for them. They'd been through a lot and now had to feel each other out as significant others, to figure out their boundaries.
She sighed again, grabbing the drinks that had just come out, handed to them by a different barista.
"Okay," she conceded at last, "then from now on, how about you get our drinks?"
That seemed like a fair trade off.
"Fine," he agreed without any argument, taking a sip of his gross (in her opinion) black coffee.
She handed Nate's coffee off to him and the three of them began their day.
She took him here and there, visiting museums and taking him shopping, which he seemed to enjoy greatly. Unsurprisingly, Nate was a big fan of trying on new clothing and playing dress up with her. He found a restaurant in Shibuya that he insisted they come back to later that night, even though it looked ridiculously expensive.
He was oddly excited to ride on the train to visit another part of town and Ochako couldn't help but see the rich boy in him showing through at his interest in "commoner" things.
Ochako thought she did a pretty good job keeping Nate from feeling like a third wheel. Whilst she did often walk around hand in hand, or more preferably to Katsuki, his hand resting on her hip, she would often be talking with Nate and humoring him in going into shops or stopping to look at one thing or another.
Katsuki weathered their excited sight-seeing with minimal annoyance. He seemed content to walk with her and remain close.
At one point she turned to him, her eyes lit up, wanting to share her excitement with him. She did it before she recalled that he wasn't the type to share in her bubbly nature. And she was right, he wasn't very excited about the kittens she was pointing out in the window of the cat cafe they'd stopped in front of, but her heart still melted at the look he gave her. One of adoration, one of enjoying just seeing her happy and grinning at him, and that was enough for her she realized. He didn't have to enjoy everything she enjoyed. He didn't have to share her excitement at the things she gushed over. But he was there with her, supporting her and loving that it made her happy.
He seemed rather surprised when she pulled him to her then and kissed him, uncaring of who saw. But when she pulled back, his eyes glowed with warmth and a low burning desire for her that made her ache to pull him back into her bed soon.
They visited a park to rest for a little after they ate a late lunch and they halted on a bridge overlooking a lake where other people were roaming around in paddle boats shaped like swans.
"I'm feeling parched," Nate stated, running a hand through his raven hair and Ochako figured in a place like this, he might finally be feeling a bit like a third wheel, "I'm gonna go find a vending machine. Do you want anything?"
They gave him their drink requests and he went off to find a vending machine, unlikely to return in a timely manner, she assumed.
She turned to Katsuki then to find his eyes already on her as he leaned against the railing.
"Are you having fun?" she asked, drawing close to him, her hands twisting in each other behind her back.
"This isn't really my idea of fun, floaty," he replied, watching her come closer.
"Well… you didn't have to come," she reminded him, a small pout coming to her lips.
"Didn't I?" he inquired, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Okay, I might've been upset if you didn't come," she admitted, rolling her eyes, "I don't recall that stopping you from doing whatever you wanted before, though."
"Yeah, that never stopped me from doing what I wanted when you gave me your little 'don't even think about it' glare when a little shit was harassing me," he commented.
"You mean when a kid was trying to just talk to you?" she leveled a judgemental look at him.
"Yeah," he quipped.
"I'm so sorry I forced you to make time for your fans," she retorted with obvious sarcasm.
"You really are a fucking brat," he growled, pulling at her ponytail as he stood up to face her.
"Says the guy who can't talk to children," she shot back.
Katsuki's eyes flared, a fight burning in them as he readied his next response, gathering the front of her dress in his fist and pulling her closer.
Electricity shot through her as she saw his eyes light up and she set her jaw, ready to sass him back. Or kiss him. Whichever one suited her best. Either seemed likely at present and she saw him warring within himself, trying to decide which he'd rather do more.
It seemed his desire won out and he pulled her closer still, his face moving forward to meet hers.
But when his lips were only millimeters away, a hair-raising energy filled the air and the ground shook slightly as she heard boots hit the gravel near them.
She pushed back from him, both of them turning to see the cause of such a commotion.
"Deku," she whispered as her eyes met bright green ones, his forest-colored hair rustling in a non-existent wind as lightning crackled around him.
Katsuki immediately tensed against her, pulling her close again, his arm securely around her waist.
Deku's power ebbed and his eyes returned to normal, the lightning petering out.
"Ochako-chan," he said gently, his expression not giving her any sense of hostility. He turned his eyes to Katsuki as well, "Kacchan."
"Deku," Katsuki said in a low warning voice.
Deku held his hands up, though, in a placating gesture.
"No, wait. I'm not here to cause problems, I'm-" he released a large breath of air, looking nervous and shaky. He met eyes with hers again, "I saw you were in town again and I was hoping I could talk to you."
"About?" Katsuki snapped, his eyes narrowing.
Deku fidgeted. Katsuki's presence was clearly making this harder for him but Ochako knew that the last thing she should do was stand up for Deku in any way against him. He would just have to work his way through on his own.
"I wanted to apologize again. For everything. And thank you again for the things you said in Principal Nezu's office. It meant a lot and it might've saved us from losing everything," he said hesitantly.
Katsuki looked at her, his eyes conveying that he thought something similar.
"Ignoring the fact that you were there because of me in the first place," she replied, sadness tinging her voice.
"I already told you, it wasn't your fault. Not really," Katsuki growled at her, "Aizawa told you that too."
Deku nodded his agreement.
It was weird to see them actually agree on something and she looked between them for a second before addressing Deku again, "Well I'm sorry anyway, for how I broke up with you and told you everything. It wasn't right."
"Actually, that was something else I wanted to tell you about. I didn't get the chance to say it last time," he said, ducking his head. What looked like shame crossed his face before he continued, "I had a lot of time to think on some stuff, though and I'm glad I could say something to the both of you because I feel like I owe it to you."
Surprisingly, he faced Katsuki first, "You were right, I wasn't as clueless as I made myself out to be."
Then he looked back to her, "I could see something going on, even from the start. Even when you denied it, I knew that wasn't true. But I didn't want to believe it because I was being selfish and prideful and possessive. I convinced myself that he only wanted you to mess with me or to just mess around with you. And even when I started seeing that that wasn't the case, I refused to believe it. I messed a lot of stuff up and I shouldn't have. I should've trusted you. Both of you. And I'm sorry."
An overwhelming sorrow filled Ochako as she took in his words, her mouth turning down in a grimace.
"Did you… Did you really tell him to stay away from me after consoling me by saying he would eventually come around to being my friend again? You knew I was trying to make things okay between us and you went behind my back to keep him away?"
Regret filled Deku's eyes as he looked back up at her, "Yes, I- I don't have any good excuse for it. I was just afraid. I could tell that you were really truly upset about losing him and I… was pretty sure that if you made up he would win you over."
His fears weren't unfounded, she knew. But she also wondered how he might've been able to stand even being with her, feeling that unsure about her feelings for him.
He went on, "And I knew, that day after the exercise before final exams, that you'd probably made your choice and I couldn't face it. I knew you wanted to tell me something and I was so unwilling to let you go, let my pride be hurt, that I did everything I could to make it impossible for you to say anything. So… I kinda forced you into that situation of confronting me like that…"
Pain stabbed at Ochako. A different kind of heartbreak tore her heart apart. That of a loss of trust, betrayal of a close friend, someone she loved.
He stepped toward her, his arms outstretched, looking like he wanted to comfort her somehow. But Katsuki pulled her away from him, just an inch, just enough to warn him not to come closer.
"And you… you thought I was ruined? After I told you what happened with me and Katsuki?" she asked as her voice broke. She wanted to know everything now. Get it all out in the open.
"No! I mean… Ochako-chan, I never thought you were ruined. That wasn't the right thing to say. I was so angry, I just started saying whatever. I was upset when you told me about it and I should've said so then but I didn't want to lose you, even if I had to deal with how jealous I was. I'm so sorry for what I said."
His eyes became misty and he cast his gaze to the ground, ashamed and trying to keep his emotions in check, "I came here because I want to make things right. I heard about what happened with you and Kacchan after graduation and I knew that if I'd never gotten between you or held on to you so tightly, it wouldn't have turned out that way. I actually wanted to help you somehow, see if I could talk to him or something."
A sad smile came to his lips then as he looked between them, "But I guess I was a little late and you figured it out on your own. So I guess all I can do is just… tell you I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me some day."
"Deku…" she said with empathy. Even after all he'd just admitted to, she still wanted to comfort him, still felt an affinity for the messy-haired boy in front of her.
Katsuki released the arm holding securely around her waist and ran it soothingly through the ponytail she had her hair pulled into.
She looked up at him but his eyes were trained on Deku, a look of determination on his face.
He pulled away from her then and stepped toward Deku. The slightly smaller boy turned his face toward him as he drew nearer, tensing slightly, unsure what would come of this development.
"Deku," he said, the name coming out more respectful than he'd ever said it before. Like he was acknowledging the hero and not insulting the quirkless boy he'd always disliked. "What you did was shitty but it's not up to me to forgive you. What I will say is I should've said what I really meant from the start but I was an ass cuz I wanted you to feel, even for just a minute, as shitty as I felt having to see her fawn all over you every day."
He kept his gaze firm, fixed unflinchingly on Deku. He was facing him, this issue, and his feelings, head on for once.
"I love her. I'm not playing a game with her. I already told her I fucked up when I pushed her away. That's my own forgiveness I have to earn. But I'll only ever do anything to make her happy from now on."
Ochako's knees went weak upon hearing his words. He'd already told her these things last night, but to hear him say it to someone else, and in no uncertain terms, made her whole body go numb with pure joy.
She looked up at him with adoration. This man who had grown from a bitter enemy to the only person she ever wanted to kiss again. He'd come so far and changed to be a better person, someone who would be honest about his feelings instead of ashamed of them, for her.
He shot her a look back, noticing her eyes on him. His face was open, full of reverence for her.
Deku looked between them for a moment, understanding coming over his features.
"You always wanted her," he said finally, more a statement than a question, "It never had anything to do with me."
Katsuki turned back to him and nodded once and the two shared a moment of understanding between them.
"I hope you guys can forgive me eventually. I'd like… if we could maybe go back to being friends, or something, someday," he said hopefully, feet shuffling nervously.
Ochako considered his words carefully.
You did just forgive Katsuki some pretty serious indiscretions last night, she reminded herself.
Deku had also just poured his heart out to her and all he was asking her for was the possibility of getting back to the friendship they'd once shared. She couldn't deny that he'd hoped for that too.
Being offered the first step toward it, Ochako couldn't help but let an inkling of hope begin to grow inside of her.
"I think I'd like that, Deku," she said, also stepping toward him, next to Katsuki.
A certain amount of relief came over his features and he gave her a small, hopeful smile that she returned.
It was then that she remembered they'd come here with someone else as she heard footsteps approaching behind them.
"Hey guys," Nate said casually as he walked back to them with their drinks, "It took a few machines but I got what you asked for!"
He handed them each their own and Ochako gave him a quick "thanks" before turning back to Deku who eyed the newcomer to their group quizzically.
She opened her mouth to introduce them, realizing she was being rude but Nate beat her to the punch.
"Oh, hi! Sorry, if I was interrupting!" he apologized noticing Deku just then.
"I'm Nate," he said, stepping forward and holding out his free hand, smiling brightly as he usually did with new people he met, "And, if I'm not mistaken, you must be Deku, right? Uravity has told me all about you. You look like how she described you."
Deku's eyes widened minimally and he reached out to take Nate's hand.
A light dusting of pink spread across his freckled cheeks as they shook hands and he was barely able to get out a choked, "Y-yeah. Nice to meet you, Nate. She told me about you too."
Nate's smile widened fractionally at that, "I hope she wasn't too honest…"
"No! No, she only told me the good stuff," Katsuki said awkwardly and then looked away as if chastising himself for his stupid words.
Ochako's brow furrowed slightly and she slid her gaze over to Katsuki as discreetly as she could. He was already looking at her with a similar expression of "What is happening right now?"
She remembered what she'd said to Katsuki, what seemed like ages ago, when she'd asked about why he wasn't interested in Nate.
"Because I don't like men. You should know that better than most," Katsuki had responded.
And she had come back with, "I don't know could like both."
Katsuki hadn't liked both.
But Deku…?
Looking back and forth between them a couple times, Ochako drew herself up next to Nate, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Deku, we're having dinner tonight at this super fancy place Nate found in Shibuya. Would you like to come with us?"
Nate jumped at the idea, "Oh yes! That would be awesome! Come to dinner with us! My treat!"
They still hadn't let each other's hands go. Wasn't that a little… long for a handshake?
"Is that really okay?" Deku asked awkwardly, finally letting his hand drop from Nate's.
"Yes!" "Of course!" she and Nate said at the same time.
"Kacchan?" he asked, peeking over at Katsuki apprehensively.
Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He was probably just going along with whatever she and Nate wanted.
"O-Okay!" he said with excitement and a grin spread across his face, "Yeah, I'll come."
Nate beamed at him, making Deku look away quickly, his cheeks darkening further.
Mischief sparked inside of Ochako.
"Here," she said genially, holding out her hand, "Give me your phone, Deku."
He reached into one of the pouches around his belt and handed her his phone, giving her a curious look.
"I'll have Nate text you when and where," she smiled sweetly, innocently.
She shot Nate a text from Deku's phone that just said, "This is Deku ;)"
Then she handed his phone back and he gave her a hard look after he read the text.
Ochako only raised her eyebrows at him like she had no clue what he was looking at her for.
"Got it," Nate said with a chuckle, "I'll send you a text a little later, Deku."
Deku's attention immediately shot back to him and he agreed, "Okay! Well, I gotta go, guys but I was really happy to see you again, Ochako-chan, Kacchan. And I'm glad I met you, Nate."
"We'll see you at dinner," Ochako said warmly, a small smile playing at her lips while she tried to keep in maniacal laughter.
He nodded and walked away, shaking his head after a few steps. She heard him muttering under his breath, "I'm glad I met you?" But she didn't hear more as his body glowed and he jumped into the sky.
"Wow," Nate commented, "You get all the tasty ones don't you, Uravity?"
Ochako snorted and exchanged looks with Katsuki who looked amused when he said, "Gross, Deku's not tasty."
She couldn't hold back from howling with laughter at that. Of course he wouldn't deny that he was.
"You just couldn't keep your nose out of other people's business, could you?" Katsuki remarked unbuttoning the cuffs of his dark blue dress shirt he was sporting, rolling them up to his elbows and exposing his muscular forearms to her.
She had dressed herself in a maxi dress Nate had purchased for her earlier that day that fastened like a halter top at the neck and was completely backless.
Now she was rummaging through her shoes, trying to decide which she liked best with it as Katsuki readied himself in the clothing Nate had also purchased for him.
"Yeah," she shot back, "Like you didn't see the sparks flying between them."
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her, "Deku just told you all the ways he manipulated you and kept you from me but you're gonna go and trust him with Nate?"
"If I didn't know better," she grinned at him over her shoulder from the row of shoes she was pouring over, "I'd say you're being protective of Nate."
"It's a good thing you do know better," he retorted, a dangerous glint in his eye, "and don't try to change the subject."
"Deku did those things to keep hold of someone who was slipping through his fingers," she said, finally finding a pair of shoes she liked with the large floral print dress she was wearing.
She picked them up, carrying them to the bed as she sat to put them on.
"And I also think Nate is a little smarter and more experienced than me," she admitted, buckling the straps of one shoe.
"So your answer is, no, you can't mind your own business," he challenged sardonically.
Irritation spiked in her as she fumbled with the buckle on her second shoe and she felt it being channeled at him.
"It is my business. They're my friends. I can set up my friends if I think they might be good together," she huffed.
"And you know they're good together how?" he questioned with fake interest.
Her fingers fumbled on the tiny buckle again and she let out a growl of annoyance, turning to him to vent it, "Why don't you mind your own business? If you don't like it, then you don't have to come!"
Katsuki's face darkened and Ochako immediately saw the fight spark in his eyes. Heat prickled throughout her body as she saw that familiar stance he took when he was about to get in a real whopper of a fight with her.
"You don't want me to come?" he growled, his eyes glowing with barely contained rage.
She turned back to her shoe as she tried again and finally got it to buckle properly.
Setting her jaw, she stood and faced him fully, her head held high, "Not if you're gonna be a killjoy all night."
Katsuki's lips peeled back from his teeth as he glared at her, eyes flaring.
"So I'm a killjoy?" he spoke in a low voice, stepping toward her.
"Sometimes," she replied, tilting her head in challenge, not willing to back down.
"And you're totally fine spending all night without me if it'll ruin your little matchmaking?" he questioned as his crimson gaze burned into her.
Her resolve wavered slightly but she kept her back straight, leveling her own glare at him and tossing a piece of her hair over her shoulder like she'd seen Mt. Lady do a million times.
"Maybe."
Katsuki's eyes grew brighter, predatory, "I doubt that, pink cheeks."
Her rebellious attitude at his challenge got the better of her and she snapped at him, "Well you don't know shit."
Katsuki lunged for her and she barely had time to bring her hands out to meet him. It didn't really matter though, because he easily caught her wrists with his own, much larger, hands and pushed them to either side of her, steadily forcing her back to the wall.
"You have a dirty fucking mouth, floaty," he snarled at her, his face only inches from hers, hot breaths blowing across her face.
"I know," she spat back at him, heat spreading through her body, "You told me last night."
Recollection sparked in his gaze and she could see his desire roaring to life as his eyes went from hers to her lips.
She ran her tongue along her upper lip and saw the very moment his self control snapped as he crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
His tongue battled with hers as an animalistic growl tore from his throat.
He pressed the whole of his body against hers, eliciting a desirous cry of her own when his hardness prodded into her lower abdomen.
Bringing her hands above her head, he held both of her wrists in one hand in order to free the other to fall to her breast, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of her dress. When she responded with a tiny gasp, he ground his hips into hers to let her know he liked that sound.
His free hand went to the back of her neck to unfasten the clasp there but his fingers were unable to figure it out with one hand.
Breaking the kiss, a wicked smile crossed her lips as his frustration became apparent.
"Having a problem?" she asked, her tone antagonistic.
Katsuki leaned into her, his lips grazing her ear as he growled, his voice so rough it was hardly recognizable, "You're on thin ice, pink cheeks. Keep it up and I'll make you beg before I fuck you til you scream."
A shiver ran down her spine as heat and longing pooled between her legs.
"You can't," she gasped, pausing to bite her lip as he bucked his hips against her again, "Nate will hear."
A low chuckle escaped his lips, blowing warm air straight across her ear, "I guess you should've thought of that before you gave me a fucking attitude."
Hot lips met her neck as she felt him begin kissing and licking at her throat.
"Katsuki," she whimpered as quietly as she could, her panties starting to feel too restricting.
His fingers finally figured out the clasp behind her neck and he unclasped it, letting the strips of fabric covering her breasts fall around her waist.
He brought her trapped wrists back behind his own neck gritting out a warning into her ear, "You're gonna be a good girl and keep your hands where they are, got it?"
Ochako nodded, hardly able to catch her breath enough to speak.
"Good."
His hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants.
Finally, he pulled a condom from his pocket. He pulled her long skirt up, bunching it around her waist along with the top of her dress. Groaning with feral delight, he slid his cock along the wetness of her panties.
Just as she was getting into it and moving against him, he pulled back, making her whine pitifully. He tore the condom package open and placed it at his tip, rolling the latex down his shaft in record time.
Up until this moment, she'd been standing on her own, but now he lifted her, propping her against the wall as he pulled her knees up, nearly to her chest, letting her legs rest on his arms as he cradled her ass, holding her close.
"You want this?" he ground out, rubbing his length against her still clothed but completely soaked slit.
Ochako didn't know how he always managed to find the most inventive ways to bare her to him and give him easy access to do whatever he wanted to her. It never failed to make her hotter, leaving her aching for him.
She nodded, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Fucking say it," he commanded.
"I want you," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.
"What do you want?" he asked her, pulling her earlobe into his mouth to toy with and bite.
"I want you inside of me," she replied, nearly sobbing, "I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah?" he asked again, eyes alight with rapture as he roughly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side to exposing her glistening sex to him.
"Yes," she whined, "Fuck me, Katsuki! Please!"
Without needing more coaxing, Katsuki pushed into her, easily sliding in to the hilt. He let out a long, guttural grunt as he did so and had to catch his breath for a couple seconds before continuing.
The moment he began to move against her, Ochako knew nothing more than the feel of him inside of her.
He was being rough, his skin slapping against hers loudly as he slammed into her, fierce grunts issuing from his throat letting her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was.
"This what you want?" he snarled at her, his voice shaky as he continued pumping into her, "You need me to remind you why I'm not a killjoy? Why you can't spend all night without me? Hm?"
"Yes!" she cried out, her voice pitching higher with each utterance, "yesyesyesyes!"
She hardly even cared what kind of sounds she was making or how loud she was being anymore.
Somehow this rougher, more savage side of sex with Katsuki felt like a whole new experience.
Was this what they'd been angling toward every time they'd gotten into a heated argument? Was this the kind of desire for each other they felt every time they'd gone back and forth, seemingly on the edge of ripping each other's heads off but actually wanting this?
If so, she wished she'd wrapped her legs around him at the sports festival and had known this kind of ecstasy long ago.
"So you do want me to come with you?" he asked, his voice getting more rough as he spent his energy.
"Yes, I want you with me. Please, stay with me," she begged.
"Fuck, Ochako, you're so goddamn hot," he growled, somehow managing to slam into her even harder.
Ochako cried out, a long whine coming from her lips that was interrupted each time he drove into her. She felt her orgasm mounting and she was partly disappointed that this might be over already, partly excited to feel Katsuki throbbing as she milked his cock once again.
"That's right- pink-cheeks," he grunted, sounding like he was near the edge himself, "You're gonna cum for me and you're gonna fucking scream like I fucking told you you would."
"Katsuki," she whimpered pathetically, "I can't. Nate!"
"Fuck Nate," he snapped, "Stop thinking about Nate. I better not hear another guy's name come out of your mouth again while I'm fucking you."
She clamped her mouth shut and nodded obediently, her euphoria beginning to make her mind go blank. She wasn't sure that she would be able to be quiet now, even if she wanted to.
Her orgasm built higher and higher. She was so close now. All she needed was-
Katsuki bent his head to her breast, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, dragging his tongue over it.
"Katsuki!" she cried. This was too much for her and she felt herself being pushed over the edge.
She moaned over and over, her voice getting louder and higher with each thrust that he'd begun to pair with his sucking. And he was right, she did scream for him as she clamped down on him and her orgasm rocked her entire body.
Ochako saw stars as she heard Katsuki groan loudly, gritting his teeth as his whole body tensed, then spasmed, and she felt his cock throb inside of her.
Not for the first time, she wondered how that would feel without a condom to catch his cum. How it might feel for him to fill her with it.
She would have to get herself birth control soon. Then, maybe she would find out.
Ochako, feeling properly chastised now, fixed her dress, fastening the clasp at her neck again and smoothing her skirt back down.
Katsuki cleaned himself off and tucked himself back into his pants, buttoning and zipping them.
She did her best to fix her hair in the mirror but the red tinge to her cheeks was probably not going away any time soon.
As Katsuki opened the door for them to exit, he whispered in her ear, "Next time, it's a spanking." And he swatted her ass for good measure
Her eyes widened and something in those words enticed her once more.
Now she'd have to figure out how to piss him off again and earn herself her next punishment…
Nate was waiting for them at the elevator, his face looking, understandably, sour.
He narrowed his eyes and looked between them like he was a teacher about to punish his students.
"Thanks for sharing," he finally said, his voice clearly annoyed, "You were so loud I bet the floor below us heard you."
Ochako made the properly shamed face and bowed her head, "Sorry."
Katsuki did no such thing, though, his face only looking prideful. She didn't know why this kind of attitude surprised her anymore.
Nate's eyes softened toward her, not seeming to be truly upset.
"Next time, I'm recording it to sell the sex tape for money," he warned, looking like he was only half joking.
"Come on," he said, throwing an arm around her and pulling her into the newly arrived elevator as she was still trying to wrap her head around the possibility of having a sex tape, "We have a hottie waiting for us at the restaurant. You're lucky he entertained me this whole time."
Katsuki snorted with derision, "That's fucking gross. Deku's not-"
"Shut up, I just listened to you having sex for the past 10 minutes. I don't want to hear about gross," Nate remarked.
And, oddly, Katsuki shut up.
A/N #2: I hope enough happened in this chapter to please you all until next time. I should be getting back to a normal routine. But it doesn't matter much anyway, this fic is almost done! Still lots that needs to be wrapped up tho!