Deku was waiting for them on the sidewalk dressed in what Ochako figured was probably the nicest clothes he had. A black dress shirt with a cream colored vest and matching cream pants.
He cut a nice figure and she wondered if Nate had noticed.
From the broad smile gracing his features upon stepping out of the limo, she'd say he had and Deku's answering blush said that he'd been hoping for a reaction like that.
"You look nice," she commented to Deku, flashing a sweet smile
"Thanks," he replied, hand coming to rub at the back of his head as Katsuki came up behind her, laying a hand at her lower back.
They entered the restaurant, Nate holding the door for them all then talking to the host, who was more than happy to accommodate them. The perks of being a party of 3 heroes and a prince, she supposed.
They were seated near the back- as they often seemed to be- in a half circle booth that had more than enough room for the four of them. Ochako sat with Nate to her left, Katsuki to her right and Deku took up the area to Nate's left.
She'd been worried for a moment that Deku might sit next to her. Sure, they'd mended their bridges a bit and were on their way to being friends again, but that didn't mean Katsuki would take kindly to Deku being so familiar with her as to take the seat next to her.
Fortunately for everyone, Nate had nonchalantly slid in to the spot beside her, no words having even needed to be spoken. Ochako couldn't tell if he had read the atmosphere, was just trying to do what would make her most comfortable, or didn't notice any of that and was trying to make himself most comfortable.
It had been an accurate assessment to think this place was expensive. Some of the entrees here were enough to buy her groceries for a week. Food this expensive made her nervous. How was Nate just so accepting with paying for four people's meals here?
He didn't seem to mind at all, even when Katsuki unapologetically ordered one of the most expensive items on the menu.
Ochako gave him a look as if to say, "Are you serious?!" which he returned in kind with a look saying, "Yeah and?"
Well… he was a prince after all. And, thankfully, a pretty generous person. That or just completely distracted by the "hottie" sitting next to him.
Deku talked and laughed with her and Nate, Katsuki doing his usual aloof affectation, an arm slung casually over the back of the booth behind her. She knew he wasn't completely uninterested though, as he kept jumping into conversations sometimes to add his two cents or sass her when she said something about him.
But Deku seemed so happy and spirited sitting there conversing with them. It seemed like he'd grown a bit doing all of the introspection he had.
Unlike her and Katsuki, he had truly healed from the ordeal between them those three months apart, had moved on with his life, and was doing well. Seeing that made her less apprehensive about the way he looked at Nate.
For his part, Nate was open and excited to learn more about Deku's life as a hero and share his own experience as the crown prince of an entire country. He seemed flirtatious in a way Ochako had never seen him be, even knowing he'd liked Katsuki before in some fashion. She knew from him talking about his past that he had rarely liked guys who had liked him back or had been good for him and now it was fascinating to see him knowing that the other guy was interested.
She wondered if being in this new situation made him feel confident enough to be more himself around Deku or maybe Nate had done some of his own growing in the past year.
Ochako was surprised at how unperturbed she was to see one of her dearest friends essentially courting her ex. Wasn't she supposed to be possessive or catty or something like that? But Nate was a good person and deserved someone who appreciated him. He'd already proven to be caring and loyal and mature enough to handle any kind of inexperience Deku might have.
And before he had ever dated her, Deku had been her best friend. She knew what he was like. The kind of person he was when he didn't feel pressured to be in a relationship he was unsure of and unconfident about. She knew he deserved someone forthcoming and understanding and someone who enjoyed the way he doted on them or was flattered by his protective nature.
Looking between them now, Deku's eyes glittering as Nate told him about some of the heroes from his own country and those well-known around Europe, she understood that how she felt about it didn't matter anyway. It was their happiness, not hers. She had found hers and all she needed to do was support her friends in finding their own.
As their dinner wound down, Ochako could read the anxiety all over Deku, something similar to that which she had felt when she'd known her night with Katsuki was coming to an end with an uncertain future of ever seeing him again.
But Nate seemed wholly unbothered as he signed the receipt.
"So, we're probably just eating take out tomorrow but you're welcome to come by if you want," he told him simply, not even realizing there had been a tension over this exact subject.
Deku's form relaxed and he nodded enthusiastically in agreement, "Sure!"
Ochako found herself even breathing a sigh of relief for some reason.
They parted ways, Deku waving jovially as their limo departed.
Ochako smiled, her heart feeling lighter watching Nate's heartbreaking dimples come out to play.
When Deku was out of sight, she turned a predatory grin on him, "So…."
He let out an amused laugh, his crystal blue eyes sparkling, "What do you want me to say?"
Katsuki turned away from this conversation, probably wishing there was a way he didn't even have to hear it.
"Well what do you think of him?" she asked interestedly, resting her chin in her palm, elbow on her knee.
"I think he's nice… and I think he's hot, obviously…"
Katsuki turned further and she could just imagine the look on his face right about now.
"-and I think he's a little naive, but in a cute way. How is he one of the strongest people in your class when he's so adorable?"
Ochako nodded, "This is a good question."
"The fuck am I, chopped liver?" Katsuki muttered under his breath.
"Oh, do you need attention?" Ochako said, a playful pout in her lips, pressing her body against his turned back as she wrapped her arms around him
"I'll tell you what you are when we get back," she whispered, knowing it had carried up to his ears when he went rigid.
"You better," he grumbled lowly, his fingers brushing lightly over the back of her hand, making her squirm
"Please wait until I'm asleep to start making animal sounds," Nate pleaded, pulling out his phone and starting to type something out, his thumbs flying across the screen.
Ochako glanced back to him, wondering who he might be texting, but suspected she already knew.
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"I want to put this as kindly as possible because I don't want to hurt your feelings," Nate began, sitting with her as they waited for Katsuki to bring their coffee two days later.
Was it wrong that she enjoyed seeing him wait up there to get her drinks and then serve her?
"Can you maybe…. go away… for tonight?"
Ochako blinked as she came back to the conversation at hand. Then her eyes widened, realizing what he was saying.
"Nate…" she began, wanting to remind him of how things had gone with her and Deku when she'd attempted intimacy with him, but Nate stopped her before she could.
"I'm not gonna try anything," he assured her, rolling his eyes, "Think more of me than that please."
She bit her lip, considering what he was asking her.
Deku had showed up promptly for dinner last night at the penthouse. They'd been in the middle of eating when he'd been pulled away to deal with an issue at Endeavor's agency and he hadn't come back.
Nate had seemed like it didn't bother him and, in all likelihood, it hadn't. He understood hero work, especially since interacting with her for so long.
But now he was essentially telling her that not only had he gotten ahold of Deku again last night after he was done with work but he'd already made plans to see him again.
Not as cool under the collar about him as you're making yourself out to be… she thought, grinning inwardly.
"What are you gonna do then?" she asked, a tiny smirk coming to her lips.
"I'm not sure," he shrugged casually. Why was he playing things cool like he wasn't as excited as she could tell that he was? "Cook dinner, maybe watch a movie or go swimming?"
She nodded at these activities as though they were all good options.
"And I need to be gone for you to be able to do these things?" she asked, her smile getting wider.
Nate sent her a rare cold look. He knew that she knew what he was asking for.
"If you're not gonna do stuff," she paused dramatically, and his eyes narrowed toward her, "then what are you going to do all night? Should I be coming back at some point?"
His face reddened slightly at this, reminding her just how beautiful he was. He could stun even her sometimes with his unexpected endearing expressions.
"He said he'd sleep in the extra bedroom," he answered, toying with his phone as it lay on the table.
She chose not to pry further, not wanting Nate to feel more uncomfortable than he already was. If he wanted privacy for… whatever, then she would give him what he asked. She knew he'd do as much for her.
"Well… where am I supposed to go?" she asked, genuinely unsure of her accommodations for the night. Her apartment was a pretty long train ride away, after all.
"I wonder…" Nate said with a glint of mischief in his eye, turning his face to Katsuki who was returning, hands full with beverages.
Ochako turned to him as well, her eyes raking down his body clad in his costume as he bent to set her cup on the table. Yeah… something about him bringing her her cup of coffee was doing it for her. This deal of him ordering was working out better than she had imagined.
When he noticed her attention a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Nice lewd expression, floaty. What kinda shit are you thinking with a face like that?"
She wouldn't be cowed with his boldness now though. Not when she knew he'd gladly make her fantasy come true.
"You really want to know?" she asked, not hiding her appreciation or the way her vision traced the lines of his torso.
His smile slipped a fraction and she saw a familiar heat beginning to warm his scarlet irises.
"Hi, I'm right here," Nate interrupted, forcing their attention back to him, "Do you know you're in public? You can't just bang on the table, you know."
Now she felt a flush come to her cheeks and she covered her face, officially out of commission for the next few minutes.
"Well, now that's handled, Uravity has nowhere to go tonight, Ground Zero. Might you know where she could spend the night?" Nate asked, trying to sound as obvious as he possibly could.
"Why, you busy or something?" Katsuki questioned, completely oblivious to the information being spoon-fed to him.
"Do you really want to know?" Nate replied, mimicking Ochako's tone from moments ago.
Looking up from her hands, Ochako saw a look of bewilderment, then understanding, then dawning horror pass Kastuki's features.
"No," he said curtly, ending that line of conversation.
"Then you can help Uravity with a place to stay tonight?" Nate asked a little slower, trying to verbally lead him to the conclusion he wanted.
Katsuki's eyes went back to her and she looked up at him questioningly.
He seemed to finally be realizing what was being asked of him as he stared at her, then gave a small nod.
Nate gave a faux sigh of relief, "Great. I'm glad that's settled. Thanks for being so help...ful…"
But he didn't need to continue because Katsuki's attention was trained solely on her.
He leaned down to her, resting his gloved hand at the side of her neck as he put his lips to her ear.
"I'll meet you down here after work. Then we'll see where you'll be spending the night," he purred.
Goosebumps rose across Ochako's body and she felt a shiver make its way down her spine.
She could only nod in response. Her words had momentarily left her.
Standing back up to full height, he let his hand glide across her neck and through her ponytail as he passed by her and out the door, not sparing a glance back.
When he was gone, Ochako took a deep, calming breath in and let it out slowly, then abruptly turned to Nate, her face gravely serious.
"We need to go shopping. Right. Now."
Nate quirked an eyebrow, flashing her a knowing smile, "I figured as much."
Ochako was practically bouncing with anticipation when Katsuki finally came strolling up to the hotel lobby near sunset.
When Deku had shown up, she'd taken a moment to pull him aside, the first time they'd been somewhat alone since graduation.
"Deku," she'd told him in a low, dangerous voice, "I know things didn't go perfect with us and some of it was my fault and that's all in the past now."
He'd nodded, agreeing with her as he listened closely.
"But Nate is an amazing person. He's not hiding anything. He's not… like me," she'd said, looking down at her feet guiltily.
"Long story short, I will crack your skull open if you hurt him somehow," she'd warned and left it at that, not even giving him a chance to respond.
She could tell that the power dynamic between the two men leaned more heavily in Nate's direction, making him the one who would push things forward when he wanted, if he wanted, but Katsuki had been right, she was at least a little worried for him and had felt compelled to issue the warning and make it clear her eye was still on him.
Then she'd left, saying a quick goodbye to Nate before jamming that L button maybe a little harder than was necessary in her haste to get down to the bottom floor.
Now, Katsuki gave her an assessing once-over and seemed pleased.
She'd decided on a yellow sundress, nothing too short, that buttoned up the front, with matching wedge-heels. Her hair was only half pulled up in braids that met at the back of her head. She'd hoped to look cute for him with this ensemble.
He'd also taken the time to change out of his hero suit and into more casual black slacks with a dark red button up shirt of his own. The color of it made his eyes seem to glow brighter than usual.
Before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, clutching her to his chest.
They hadn't gotten to be truly alone much since their first night they'd spent together and Ochako hadn't realized how she'd been craving this kind of intimacy with him until now. Just the way he held her felt like a balm to her soul.
"You wanna go somewhere? Do something?" he asked into her hair, his voice that calm, contented timber he reserved for her.
"Like a… date?" she pulled back to see his face, unable to stop the excitement showing on her own, "You'll take me?"
"If you want," he replied, trying to play it off like it didn't matter that much.
"Yeah!" she practically squealed, "Of course I wanna go!"
"Then let's go."
"Where?" she wondered, unsure of what might be going on near them.
"Come on, pink-cheeks," he said, explaining nothing as he pulled her along with him, one arm still kept securely around her.
He led her to the train station and they got on a train together, him still not telling her anything.
Riding together like this reminded her of all the times they'd gone to and from Hawks' agency. All of their rides contented to be quiet, their rides where they whispered excitedly to each other, their rides where they fumed silently until they could get off at the station and start tearing into each other. She'd missed them so desperately when he'd quit, it had made her heart ache and dread build up in her throat every time she'd had to step on a train alone. Had she really not known then how crazy she was about him?
Taking his hand in hers now, she looked up into his eyes, searching them. She knew he could tell what she was thinking about when he read the look on her face. His softened crimson irises warmed her right to her bones as if to say, "I'm here now, though."
They only travelled a few stops away before exiting and heading back up to the street.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked, unable to hold back the question any longer.
He didn't deny her an answer.
"The shrine near my apartment is putting on their summer festival right now. I figured you'd enjoy that."
But all his other words after "near my apartment" were lost on her. She cast her gaze around as if she would be able to locate it by just searching.
He chuckled in the low sexy way he did, pulling her head toward his chest to murmur, "Not yet, floaty." Then he released her.
Ochako's cheeks heated as he pulled her along once more toward the shrine "near his apartment."
When they got there, all kinds of the usual stands lined the walkway, lanterns on strings crossing to and fro overhead.
It being the summer, there were a great number of people milling about. Families, friends, other couples on dates.
Now that he'd brought her here, Katsuki let her lead him around to the different stalls. They grabbed snacks and played games and generally partook in the festivities.
Ochako loved how natural and easy it was to enjoy this time with him. She would smile and bounce around from this to that and he would follow along obligingly, seeming like he would never tire of it. For tonight, it felt like they were a normal couple on a normal date and she couldn't feel any more content than this.
They watched the fireworks go off at the end, Ochako marvelling at their beauty as she stood in front of him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He was so gentle with her when he wanted to be. He was accommodating and patient. When had that happened? Had he always had this in him? Or had something changed in him over the past year, the same as it had in her?
He did seem so different from the Katsuki that she'd known at the beginning of third year. She didn't know if that was because she was seeing him with different eyes or because he had genuinely bettered himself. Maybe it was a little of both.
When the fireworks ended, Katsuki leaned his head down to tell her, "Let's go."
And that easily, all of her reveries about the past were wiped away as she allowed herself to be led toward an apartment building a couple blocks away.
Unsurprisingly, Katsuki's apartment didn't differ too much from his dorm room back at school, she noted, as she walked into the living area immediately upon entering. Everything was simple. Practical. Nothing was messy.
"Do you even decorate a little bit?" she asked, looking around at the sparsely furnitured room.
It was a simple one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, reasonably sized, much like her own.
"I don't need to. I'm never here," he supplied, shrugging his shoulders.
"You never just sit around at home on your days off?"
He clenched and unclenched his jaw a couple seconds, looking like he was debating something in his head.
"I never really took days off before…" he said finally, "I would just go back to work on days I was supposed to be off unless I had to rest. Then I'd just sleep all day."
And he'd thought he'd been happy like that? Hearing that made her chest ache. For her part, Ochako had at least sat around watching crappy drama shows on TV and eating junk food on her days off, trying to distract herself from anything she might be trying to think or feel.
"Do you think you'll actually take your days off now?" she asked interestedly.
He quirked an eyebrow at her as they moved further into the living/dining room area.
"Are you asking me to spend my days off with you instead?" he asked, not allowing her to beat around the bush.
"I guess," she replied, chewing at her lip.
He took her chin in his grip, capturing her eyes with his crimson ones.
"You already know I will," he growled, leaving her lungs struggling to fill with air properly as she stared into that burning gaze.
"Even if you end up working with me every day again?" she asked, barely able to breathe out the question, "You won't get tired of me or something?"
His face took on a slightly annoyed expression when he answered, "What do you think, floaty?"
Ochako fidgetted, dropping her eyes from his before she changed the subject.
"I- I wanted to give this back to you," she said timidly, setting her purse on the table next to her and digging in it before pulling out a small card and handing it back to him.
Katsuki looked down at it, a small, gentle smile curling the corners of his mouth. God, she loved that smile. She wished she could see it on his face every day.
"So you believe me, now? That I'm not gonna fuck this up again?"
A small huff of laughter escaped her lips, "Well… I can't say I think you'll never fuck up again but… I trust you… not to leave again…"
"Good," he said simply, slipping the card into his pocket. He finally pulled her toward him to meet her lips with his own.
Ochako's eyes fluttered closed as she felt those warm lips on hers. It was a sweet kiss, soft and loving, and when he pulled back, she saw heat pooling in his half lidded eyes.
"I… I went shopping today with Nate," she told him, stepping back a pace, starting to feel a little anxious.
Katsuki knew she was aware that he didn't give a flying fuck about her going shopping most days so interest piqued in his eyes as he waited for her to continue.
Her fingers shook as she reached for the top of her dress and his attention flew immediately to the dress' neckline, seeing her unfasten the first button.
Heart beginning to race as she watched his eyes become more eager, Ochako nearly fumbled with the second button. She delighted in the way his lips parted when his breaths became more labored following her hands, especially when he finally caught a glimpse of pink lace peeking out from the slowly parting fabric. It made her gain confidence as she reached for her third button and unfastened it.
Most of her chest was exposed now and she could feel the tension building between them as his eyes darted from her face to her lace-covered bosom.
She only needed to unbutton two more until the dress was loose enough on her for her to drop it to the floor, revealing the full outfit to him.
His eyes drank her in, looking ravenous. She could practically feel his gaze as it traveled from the tiny spaghetti straps, to the pink, lacy bustier she wore, thin mesh covering her breasts that had embroidery strategically sewn on it. She felt her face and neck go hot when his eyes lingered on that embroidery an extra moment before moving on, tracing the lines of the bustier until it stopped just above her navel.
Then, his attention went to the matching panties. When she knew where his focus lay, she did a slow turn for him, hearing his sharp intake of breath as he noticed their high cheeky cut. By the time she had done a full rotation, his eyes were already back on her face, looking wild with lust.
His voice shook when he said, "You need to tell me right now if you want any scrap of that thing left usable."
Ochako had to try to remember how to breathe as she looked up into those feral, glowing eyes. Heat pooled between her legs, making her thighs clench slightly.
Even this didn't escape Katsuki's notice and she saw the leash on his self control slip further.
"I just wanted you to like it." she breathed, her voice hardly audible.
"I'm about to show you how much I like it," he growled, grabbing for her but she danced away just out of his reach, an idea coming to her.
It seemed that she always got her best ideas when Katsuki was moving toward her thinking he was going to get his way.
She remembered his warning to her before dinner the night before last, after he'd made her scream for him up against that wall.
"Next time it's a spanking…"
And that cruel, playful side of her came out in a new way now, wondering how far she could push him before he snapped.
His eyes already lit with frustration as he stood a few feet away from her now, watching her.
Good, she thought mischievously, but keeping her face trained in a timid expression.
"What part do you like?" she asked innocently, gesturing toward her ensemble.
Katsuki's eyes narrowed at her. Was he already figuring out her game?
"Is it… this?" she ran her hand lightly, curving over the swell of her breast.
Those crimson orbs flared as they followed the trail of her hand. His self control was already being pulled thin.
"Ochako," he growled a warning at her.
That authoritative voice shot straight to her core and she felt her panties dampen.
"Do you like these?" her fingers traced the lacey elastic waistband of her panties, keeping her voice inquisitive, her eyebrows still turned up as if she was unsure of herself, while inside she was anything but.
He knew it.
She saw his jaw clench tightly. He still followed her fingers and she could actually hear his breath catch when she dipped her thumb under the elastic, pulling on it just barely.
"Ochako," he bit out a second time, this time his voice sounding more strained, anger bubbling at the edges.
She ignored him.
"It sounded like you really liked this," she said, letting a little more surety come into her words as she turned her back to him and planted her hands on the table behind her, bending ever so slightly over, her back arching.
An almost inhuman growl tore from his throat and he moved toward her lightning fast.
She pushed herself up, about to move away again to play some more but her game was over now, she realized, as his massive hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he slammed her back down, pushing her cheek into the hardwood.
A thrill like she'd never known went through her at his display of strength. Was there nothing about him that couldn't turn her on?
"You. Fucking. Cocktease," he growled dangerously low, pressing his hips against her ass.
She gasped as his hardened length still restrained by his pants slid between her cheeks.
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
She wanted to give him a smart-ass answer but she couldn't even catch her breath enough to say a word.
She felt his weight on her as he leaned over her back to breathe into her ear, "First, I'm going to turn your ass as pink as your face."
A shudder went through her at that and with his chest pressed against her, she knew he could feel it.
The smirk in his voice when he spoke next confirmed it, "Then, you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick until I cum in your mouth."
Ochako was panting now, her panties already soaked and they hadn't even begun yet.
"And then, if you've been a good enough girl, I'll bend you over this table and fuck you."
His fingers around her neck loosened slightly, enough for her to move her head.
"Now tell me you understand."
She still couldn't find her voice to talk so she stayed silent, digging her fingers into the wood of the table.
His body moved away from her and a large rough palm slapped across her ass, making her jump.
"I want you to fucking say it, Ochako," he commanded.
She had to take a second to catch her breath but her voice finally came to her as she was able to choke out, "I take it, that's a yes... you like it?"
She wished she could see his face when another enraged growl issued from him and his grip on her neck tightened once more.
"You little fucking- I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit for a week," he ground out between clenched teeth.
She honestly didn't know how he was restraining himself. He had to like this game too.
Another slap, harder this time clapped across her ass and she squeaked, jumping again.
"Now say it," he ordered once more.
"I… I… under- stand…" she panted out, impatient to get started.
"That's good," he purred and took his hand from her neck finally, "Now stay there. It'll be worse for you if you don't."
Ochako was able to turn her head to see him now but she kept her chest pressed into the table, her hands splayed at either side, unwilling to disobey him in this.
His gaze travelled the length of her first, as though he were trying to imprint the way she looked right now- vulnerable, submissive- into his mind before he began.
Then, she felt his left hand at the small of her back, pressing down lightly- for balance she realized.
Oh shit, the thought a little too late. She might've gotten herself into a little bit more trouble than she'd bargained for.
His right hand caressed her ass cheek first, gripping it, massaging it, then moving on to the other.
Following the line of her panties, his fingers dipped between her legs, to probe at the soaked cloth there and she heard a guttural grunt escape his lips.
"Yeah, I knew you were fucking with me cuz you wanted this," he said, withdrawing his hand causing her back to arch up fractionally, an involuntary response to her need for his touch.
"But first," he snarled and Ochako barely had time to prepare herself before his hand was coming down on her ass again, a loud smack filling the still air. She jolted, pain stinging at one of her ass cheeks.
She didn't even have time to recover before he lifted his hand again- wait, why so far back?- and brought it down again on her other cheek.
"Nnhh," she whimpered, feeling the same stinging on this one now too.
"Is that too much for you?" his lust-roughened voice reached her ears. There was a mocking quality to it but she knew that there was sincerity in it too. He was asking if she was okay, if she wanted to keep going.
It wasn't too much, though. It hurt but it sent electricity surging through her body every time his hand connected.
"Is it too much for you?" she mocked him.
She heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"You're so fucked," he whispered and drew his hand back again.
He spanked her, hard and mercilessly, holding nothing back as he brought his hand down onto her rump over and over.
Not even a handful of smacks into it she'd begun crying out each time his palm connected.
He'd started admonishing her at some point saying things like, "Is this what you wanted, huh?" "You need to be taught not to fuck with me?" "You think you can tease me?" "I better see those panties around your ankles the next time you bend over like that."
A few minutes later, he halted, panting heavily from the exertion and Ochako's ass burned when he pulled back from her.
Tears were streaming from her eyes and she knew that if she could see her ass, it would be a bright angry pink.
She felt him behind her again and she jumped when he laid his hands on her but they were gentle this time, caressing her ass once more.
"Mmmm," he purred as his calloused palm moved across her ass cheeks, eyes filled with red-hot desire when they met hers.
He pulled her up, turning her to face him and he leaned down to her planting a soft kiss on her lips before moving across to her cheek and kissing away her tears.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he said, his voice full of reverence, dropping his domineering attitude for just a moment to praise her.
Ochako clutched at his shirt as his lips met hers again, parting hers hungrily to relish in his taste.
Their kiss deepened, his tongue meeting hers and caressing it in long, languorous strokes that made her nipples harden and her breasts strain against the mesh of her bustier.
He let her have this reprieve for just a minute before he pulled away, his dominance securely back in place.
"Now, you know what to do, don't you?" he told her, his molten eyes ablaze with hunger, bringing a thumb to her swollen lips, brushing it across them.
She nodded obediently and slid her body down his until she was looking up at him from her position kneeling on the floor.
She could tell he was still rock hard from the bulge in his pants and she nuzzled her face against it, eliciting a hiss of breath from him.
Tangling his fingers in her hair, he grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back, much like she'd done to him the first night they'd been together, maybe not quite as rough.
He deftly unzipped his pants with one hand, lowering the waistband of his boxers enough to pull that thick, luscious cock out and hold it out for her, that light sweet liquid beading at the tip already.
She wasted no time and pulled him into her mouth, going deep to the back of her throat.
She heard him let out a long sigh, clearly pleased with her actions, then she began to move, her head bobbing back and forth, as her tongue licked at the underside of his shaft. He moved with her, his grip tightening and loosening as he made tiny thrusts into her mouth along with her movements. The tiny grunts he made were absolutely delicious.
After a little bit of this, she brought her hands up, one reaching to massage his balls, causing him to grunt in approval. The other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, lightly squeezing as she began to pump him along with the rhythm of her mouth.
"Fuuuckkkk," he groaned, his hand in her hair gripping a little bit harder.
She continued pumping him but stopped her mouth at his head bringing her eyes up to meet him as she licked the tip broadly, then took him in her mouth again, sucking hard for a few seconds.
Katsuki's legs shook and he made that sound she loved between a whimper and a moan.
"I'm gonna fill your whole fucking mouth up at this rate, Ochako," he grunted as she resumed moving back and forth along his length.
She looked up at him again with pleading eyes, pulling her mouth off of him a second to say, "I wish you'd fill me up."
His fist tightening painfully at those words, and he moaned deeply as she wet back to her task.
"You can't fucking say that," he whispered, his voice hoarse. She could tell he was getting close.
She knew he was right. She knew she shouldn't be saying that. To even be asking or tempting him. But she couldn't help what she fantasized.
His muscles tensed and she felt his hips buck involuntarily before he let out a loud groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth as a hot substance spurted from it. Her mouth was quickly filled with it and it began dribbling down her lips.
"Swallow it," he commanded. So she did, swallowing the whole mouthful down as the last of the pulsations ceased and his muscles relaxed.
Katsuki sighed contentedly and released her hair, allowing her to fall against him, resting her head at his thigh.
"You're doing great, angel-face," he murmured lovingly, running his fingers through her mussed hair and tucking himself back into his pants.
"Does that mean-"
He pulled her back up to standing, wiping away the cum that still remained at her lips as his glowing eyes looked back and forth between hers.
"That means get back on that table and get those panties off," he told her.
She couldn't even bring herself to talk back, she was so in need of feeling him inside of her, rushing back over and pulling her panties down to step out of them.
She spread her legs, planting her hands on the table again as she bent slightly over it and arching her back, like she had initially when she'd been teasing him, as she looked over her shoulder.
His eyes were definitely on her, still lit with desire. He was taking his time unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it, though, making her wait for him.
His pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped, all he had to do was drop them to the floor and step out of them, then he finally approached her, leaning into her, his hand coming around to rest at the front of her neck.
"I'm gonna fuck you til you're sore for being such a good girl now," he informed her and her muscles clenched at that, "Then we can go to bed if you want."
She nodded, shivering when his rough fingers pulled away from her neck to trail down her back and cup her ass once more. She was still so incredibly tender…
They travelled between her legs again and she let out a small cry when one finger ran along her slit.
"You're so fucking wet for me, angel-face," he growled, grinding his cock- already hard again- between her ass cheeks.
Ochako whimpered and pushed her hips back, wanting him, needing to feel him moving inside of her.
"Katsuki," she barely wheezed out, "Please."
She heard him fumbling with the packaging of what she assumed to be a condom and she waited impatiently, lifting her hips to him again.
She sighed gratefully when she felt him against her again, gripping her hip firmly while he guided the tip toward her opening.
Then he was there, sliding slowly into her and she let out a long moan, hearing him do the same.
"You always feel fucking amazing, Ochako," he murmured, his lips at her shoulder, as he began rocking his hips into her, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
"Katsuki, I-" she groaned as he began slamming into her harder, slightly aggravating the soreness of her ass.
He was not being gentle but she loved it. She craved the way he panted in her ear, beginning to grunt with each thrust as pleasure began to overwhelm him. She was absorbed by the clapping of his skin meeting hers every time he drove into her. His fingers digging into her hip as though he were holding on for dear life made her feel insatiable.
He brought her body life with every touch and sound and thrust.
She felt his fingers pulling at the mesh covering her breasts, wanting to free them. But this thing was not as simple as just to be pulled aside and she could sense his frustration as he pulled at the lace. She was too caught up in her passion to remind him that he had to unhook every tiny hook in the back if he wanted to get the accursed piece of clothing off. So she was unsurprised when he gave up being considerate and gripped the front of the fabric in his fist, pulling at it as his palm lit up and the smell of burning lace filled the air.
When he opened his fist again, scraps of mesh and lace fell between his fingers and he brought his hand back up to finally be able to fondle the mound of flesh he'd wanted. She groaned as she felt his calloused palm, feeling excessively warm now, grope at her breasts that had been aching for attention since the very beginning. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she gasped, dropping her weight to her elbows, which in turn bent her over further.
Katsuki grunted his approval of this turn of events and slowed his movements but thrust into her harder, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from her as he hit that perfect spot inside of her.
"You like that?" he growled into her shoulder, continuing to slam into her, "You like being bent over my table like my own personal fuck toy?"
"Yeeesss," she whined loudly, feeling a sob completely derived from pleasure being wracked from her throat.
She felt her orgasm mounting as he continued to plunge into her, his thrusts as fierce as the grunts spilling from between his clenched teeth.
"You want me to make you cum?" he asked her roughly, sounding like he was close to the edge himself.
"Yes! Yes please, Katsuki," she begged, not letting her pride get in the way of what she knew she needed most right now.
"Are you gonna try to fucking tease me like that again?" he questioned.
"No! No, I swear," she whimpered, her pleasure beginning to overtake her mind as she knew there was absolutely no truth to that.
"You're a little fucking liar," he chastised her, slapping her ass one more time, causing her to yelp in surprise.
"Now you're gonna fucking cum on my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" his voice rasped out. He was losing control.
Ochako nodded her head, no longer able to speak as she concentrated on the delicious cock slamming into her, driving her insane.
"Good," he grunted as he moved his hand from her hip where he'd had it this entire time and brought it to her front, reaching between her legs to slide his finger along the bundle of nerves there.
"One day, I'm gonna fill your pussy with so much cum," he panted into her ear, "that you'll have it dripping down your legs for fucking hours."
And that was when she lost it. Her mind went blank as she screamed, her whole body seizing up and she clenched tightly around him, pulling him in.
She felt his lips at her neck again, his tongue running along the section of skin between her shoulder and neck. And when his muscles finally went taut, she gasped as he sunk his teeth into her flesh, sucking ferociously as his cock pulsed inside of her.
He held her close, nuzzling the bruised spot he'd just given to her, until his body stopped convulsing, then released her, allowing her to collapse to the table, her energy completely spent.
She lay there for a long moment, not caring that she was still naked and splayed out across Katsuki's dining room table as she basked in the afterglow of such an incredible experience.
"Katsuki," she called to him, knowing he was still right behind her.
"Yeah," he answered, exactly where she knew he'd be.
"I love you so fucking much," she told him, her eyes going momentarily misty knowing just how true that statement was.
He huffed a laugh and laid a hand at her shoulder, coaxing her upward and gathering her up in his arms.
"I know," he finally replied, "I knew before you did, remember?"
She smiled, her heart feeling warm as she snuggled into the crook of his neck. She remembered feeling safe like this in his arms before. She'd been half asleep and hadn't allowed herself to think too hard about how good it felt to be wrapped up in those arms. Another time she should've realized there was something more there...
Carrying her into his bedroom, he laid her softly on the covers, crawling in right beside her.
Ochako turned her face into the pillow, breathing in the familiar soft scent of him and sighing.
Then she turned back to him, seeing that he was just watching her, his face looking peaceful. A question suddenly burned at her to be asked.
"How did you know?" she asked timidly, keeping her eyes on her fingers as she reached out to trace nonsensical circles on his bare chest, unable to look up at him for this, "That I loved you, I mean. I couldn't even tell that you wanted me for anything but sex until you told me."
Katsuki blew out an amused sigh and she wondered if he really even wanted to tell her about this.
"I knew you wanted me since the sports festival, obviously, but the way you freaked out afterwards, I knew you still thought I was a shitty person. Honestly, I thought that was it for me and I figured I'd lost my chance by being too impatient and aggressive."
His fingers ran across her cheek, large calloused pads caressing her softly.
"So I was pretty surprised when you asked to go back to us being… whatever it was we were in first term. It was me who should've been asking you but I was too much of an ass to do that and you just did it for me like you knew I couldn't bring myself to do it or you really did miss me somehow. That was when I started thinking, or maybe hoping I guess, that you might actually be interested in me."
He paused to begin running a hand through her hair and Ochako finally got the nerve up to gaze up at him.
"I knew for sure you were falling on the last day of summer break we worked together and you asked if we could still be 'us' at school. You started crying when I thought I was giving you an out to just forget everything and have nothing to do with me again. And then you looked at me like you were hoping for something more when I kissed your cheek." Katsuki had a far away look in his eye as he recalled, "I was fucking ecstatic when I realized. It was so fucking hard not to kiss you right then and there."
"Why didn't you?" she asked curiously, wondering herself what she would've done if he had.
"I thought you might freak out again and I'd be back at square one. I knew you liked me and trusted me more but I figured you might take it all back if I pushed you again. So I told you we could be whatever you wanted and let you decide."
And, like an idiot, she had chosen to be friends…
"The more we hung out, the more sure I was that I was winning you over. And when you actually admitted that you wanted me and stopped being afraid of us constantly wanting to fuck each other," Ochako's cheeks warmed at this, "I knew you weren't far from admitting that you wanted more than that too. I was so fucking sure of myself and of you finally figuring it out after I came for your birthday and you didn't freak out when I kissed you again."
He let out a troubled sigh then and she also grew sad, remembering how dumb she'd been.
Remembering the way his face crumpled as she walked away still haunted her.
She traced the length of his jaw now, trying to keep this face in her mind, remembering he was happy now, he would never show her that horrible devastated face again.
The focus of his eyes came back to her and it seemed like he'd noticed her sadness anyway.
"Floaty," he said, his face serious, "Fuck all of that. Don't think back on that shit. It wasn't just exclusively any one person's fault and it's all fucking done now. I knew you were in love with me because I was in love with you first and I saw the moment you looked at me the way I always wanted you to. That's fucking it. That's the secret."
He pulled her to him and kissed her temple, allowing her to curl up to his chest.
Ochako didn't know if her heart could feel more full than it did right now. Katsuki was far from the perfect man, but the way that he valued her and treated her felt like it could never be surpassed.
"I love you, angel-face," he breathed quietly into her hair.
Her heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he'd said it just to say it and without a high emotion situation to lessened his inhibitions.
She kissed him softly, her body pressed flush with his. And when she pulled back to look into his eyes, that raw emotion that he rarely let show through glittered in his softly glowing eyes.
She kissed him again, more feverishly this time and she felt him respond in kind, his arms tightening around her.
He made love to her slowly and sweetly this time, like he had their first night together. Every toe-curling, breath-taking moment, searing into Ochako's mind as he made her shake and sweat and cry out with passion.
When they finally fell asleep in each other's arms, Ochako had to admit that she probably needed to thank Nate for the night off.
Something was… odd when thet came back to the penthouse the next morning.
The moment she got there, Deku seemed in a hurry to get going. His cheeks blazed as he hardly said so much as a goodbye to either Nate or anyone else.
When he'd disappeared into the elevator both her and Katsuki turned back to face Nate (his hair not yet gelled into place already for some reason) with a questioning look.
Nate, for his part, also looked slightly bashful when a grin spread across his face.
"So, I kissed him this morning. So what?" he shrugged, turning to finish getting ready.
Ochako exchanged the same wide-eyed look with Katsuki and went racing back to his room after him to get the full details.
Katsuki stayed behind in the living room, plopping down on the couch.
The next few days were her last with Nate and she spent them taking him to hot springs and just relaxing.
Deku joined them again on his day off and Nate, somewhat unceremoniously, kicked her off guard duty again.
She wasn't angry, she understood why, and that was the day she decided to take care of contacting her agency back in her small city, to inform them of her decision to take a job with Mt. Lady.
Mt. Lady, of course, was expecting her visit but, thankfully, didn't tease her too badly about knowing all along she would end up with Katsuki. Apparently, Ochako had been right in guessing that every single one of them had seen right through the both of them during the summer and there had been a betting pool on whether the two dumbdumb interns would end up together by the last day of that summer. Mt. Lady had been disappointed she'd lost, even after she and Edgeshot had made a joint effort to push them together. But Kamui Woods had won with betting that they would be too stupid or prideful to work it out.
Her last comment on it had been, "Who would've guessed you'd take a whole other year to figure it out," making Ochako blush and hide her face. Mt. Lady was nothing if not candid.
Her landlord had been less understanding. She wouldn't let her out of her lease until she got her apartment rented out to someone else. This was worrisome for her, as she knew her pay, while reasonable, would never be enough to afford two apartments at the same time. For the time-being, she would have to bite the bullet and commute every day, meaning long hours of riding back and forth and less time spent with Katsuki or doing her job...
Soon enough, her weeks with Nate were up.
Ochako felt like her heart was breaking as she went with him back to the airport, her sense of loss even greater than the last time she'd had to say goodbye.
To no one's surprise at all, Deku was there too waiting to say goodbye and it was at this moment that Ochako realized how complicated making something work between those two would be. Nate was a prince, a title and profession he loved and would not (could not?) give up. Deku was a hero, also a profession he wouldn't give up. If neither were going to budge on this, how would they see each other?
But Nate, as usual, seemed calm and unbothered as he approached the hero waiting for them but he stopped her a few yards away, turning her to him with a serious look in his cerulean eyes.
"Uravity," Nate said, his tone sheepish, "I think... I like Deku... like a lot... and I wanted to ask you before I took any serious steps because I know he's your ex and you had a kinda messy breakup and I don't know how much you'd actually support a real relationship between us..."
He looked genuinely worried for once as his eyes searched hers.
Ochako put her hand on his cheek and pulled him down to kiss his forehead, "I love you, Nate. I owe you for so many of the great things in my life right now. I want you to be happy. I want Deku to be happy. And if you're happy together that's even better. You don't have to ask me to be with someone you care about. I trust you'll do better than I ever did."
Nate beamed down at her, the happiest smile she'd seen on him yet.
"Thank you, Uravity. I love you too, girly."
He pulled her in for a bear hug that lasted a few seconds then pulled away to turn back to the green haired boy waiting for him at the gate.
Wanting to give them their privacy, Ochako strolled back the way she'd come and ventured to the airport exit where Katsuki waited for her, his day off having lined up to allow him to go with her today.
"You ready to go?'' he asked, pushing up from the wall he'd been leaning against.
She grinned at him, "You're not even going to ask how it went with Nate and Deku?"
He made a "tch" sound, "Would I ever ask how it went for that nerd?"
She rolled her eyes, "I guess not but you know I'm gonna tell you anyway."
It was his turn to roll his eyes and he stepped toward her, grabbing her by the hip and ignoring the appalled looks thrown their way in the busy airport as he pulled her closer, kissing her gently.
"I figured as much. Let's go angel-face," he said turning to walk away, his arm catching her waist to pull her along, and her body heated.
The way his hand covered the whole of her hip always sent a shiver through her and made her feel like doing something to make him squeeze her ass (which was still sore, by the way) instead. Geez, her thirst for him was almost embarrassing… And now that they were on their own they'd have more opportunities to-
She mentally shook her head. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
He was supposed to be going with her to her apartment to help her get things ready for her to move. She hadn't been able to tell him yet about what her landlord had said. Now was as good a time as any, she supposed.
"I wanted to tell you," she began and he slowed his is pace, glancing at her with a small amount of interest.
"My landlord… she said she wouldn't let me out of my lease…"
When she looked up at him, she saw his eyebrows turned down into a confused frown.
"So what, you can't come after all?" he asked warily.
"No! It's just… I'll have to commute pretty far every day. You know, as far as we have to go now. I won't have much time for more than work and commuting" she answered him, ducking her head, "At least until she rents it out to someone else."
She hurried to add, "but I'm sure it'll happen fast. It's a nice place in a good location."
Katsuki stopped, pulling her to a halt as well.
"That's two hours away," he commented, the crease between his brows deepening.
She shrugged, chewing nervously at the inside of her cheek, "Gotta do what I gotta do. It's only for a little while."
He kept frowning down at her, looking annoyed as his jaw worked.
"It's okay. Really," she assured him, "It'll only be for a little bit. I can deal."
Her attempt at reassuring him didn't seem to alleviate his stress as he continued to clench and unclench his jaw, his eyes searching hers.
Finally he opened his mouth to respond to her.
"Stay with me until you find a place."
Ochako's eyes widened and she drew back from him.
"Katsuki… I can't! We've been together only a week! You don't know anything about my living habits! I don't know anything about yours! We could end up hating each other!"
The look he gave her told her he expected this reaction out of her.
"I'm never gonna hate you, even if you're a slob or keep your girl stuff on the bathroom counter," he told her, his face saying that he meant it.
She glared at that. He knew she wasn't a slob.
"You know what I mean, Katsuki. It's a big step that people usually take months or years down the road."
His eyes took in her face and he snorted. "And I should give a shit, why? I want you with me. Stay with me. Fuck commuting four hours every day. Wouldn't you rather just be able to come and be with me?"
She had to admit that it was a tempting argument. But she was scared. She didn't want him to lose that glow of newness that surrounded them so soon. She didn't know if he would tire of her being around not only every day at work, but every moment at home. There was only so much of another person one could take, wasn't there?
But then she considered her own feelings. Would she tire of him? They'd technically already lived together, been in class together every day, worked together, trained together, then come back home and eaten dinner together every night. And while doing all of that, she'd only fallen for him harder. Now she would get the added bonus of sharing his bed every night.
She set her jaw, her mind made up.
"Fine, I'll stay with you but only until my apartment is leased again and I find my own place" she relented.
"Fine," he agreed readily.
"And you have to let me make it look nice," she added.
He leveled an incredulous stare at her, "It looks fine like it is, floaty."
"No, it's boring. Let me make it nice," she fought back.
"Fuck. Fine. But no flower print curtains or whatever."
She hadn't intended to put those in his apartment anyway so she agreed and they finally continued on their way to the train station, chatting back and forth about what she was and wasn't allowed to decorate his apartment with.
Finally arriving back at her apartment in the early afternoon, Ochako couldn't wait to show him inside and prove her interior decorating prowess she'd been bragging about. She knew he would like it. It was simple and practical, not overly flowery. She never just put things in her apartment that had no purpose just to make it look nice (with the exception of some artwork and posters on her walls, cause no one liked just barren walls).
She pulled him along, up the stairs toward her modest 1 bedroom flat but stopped short when they were only a few yards away.
A light was on inside. She knew she hadn't left that on. Not for two weeks.
She knew Katsuki could sense her discomfort as well when he tensed next to her, his hand coming to a rest at her back.
She was a hero, things like this shouldn't have been a bother to her. She stopped break-ins every day but something about it being her home got under her skin.
As she drew nearer, she could hear someone moving around inside and the door opened suddenly, revealing her mother standing in the doorway.
Ochako heaved a sigh of relief and gave her mother an exasperated smile.
"Oh Ochako, I thought I heard-"
Then she froze mid sentence, her eyes going to the figure that lay behind her daughter.
Ochako felt Katsuki tense further, having never relaxed in the first place.
Shit, she thought to herself. She had forgotten that she hadn't taken the time to call her mom and explain anything yet.
The look of intense fury that spread across her mom's face told her that this was about to be a big problem.
Shitshitshit.
A/N: Oh wow! Lookit that! Moofy wrote a NICE chapter that is HAPPY and FILLED WITH RAINBOWS ...and smut. Yall wanted that spanking right?
Sorry it took longer than expected. All kinds of things are coming up.
ALSO OMG 200k words! I wrote a frickin novel!