Ochako wakes up the next morning dehydrated and drowsy despite sleeping for twelve hours. She remembers Deku pulling out to come on her chest just before the ecstasy hit. Even in her elated state, she had enough presence of mind to walk him out and lock the door behind him before laying on her carpet and smiling at the popcorn ceiling for what felt like hours.

Now it's one in the afternoon and she's got dried come in her cleavage and another guy scheduled in two hours.

The room spins when she rises off the floor. Her hand shoots out to steady herself on the pile of books she'd stacked up as a lap desk. That pill left her a lot more disoriented than she'd have thought.

Deku's money is on the couch, along with the condom wrapper and empty bottle of green tea. Ochako grabs the bottle first and fills it in the sink so she can unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth.

After her drink, she collects the money and stuffs it into this month's envelope. With her mind still a bit fuzzy, she fishes out her agenda to fill in yesterday's job. She stares at the blank date for a couple seconds. Her eyes blink in and out of focus until she finally remembers what to do.

Just as she's crossing out the name of the man who'd cancelled and writing Deku under it, she receives a call.

Her joints crack distressingly loud for a woman her age. She really needs to buy those collagen supplements she'd been meaning to get at the store, but every time they're in her cart, she puts the bottle of pills back on a random shelf and only purchases what's absolutely necessary on her grocery list. She shakes her head at the recollection and glances at her glowing screen.

Daddy

She hesitates only slightly before answering. "Hello?" Her voice sounds gruff.

"Ochako?"

"Yes, daddy?" she clears her throat. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, both me and your mom are fine. Are you?"

Ochako grimaces at the mess in her apartment. Does an "okay" person pop molly with her client and then wake up covered in his come? She snatches up the condom wrapper and throws it in the garbage. "Yes." she lies.

"That's good to hear, baby." She can hear the smile in his voice. She's so happy she's able to keep up this pretext for her parents. "I was just checking in to make sure we were still set for breakfast tomorrow?"

Her eyes scan to the left, trying to recall what he's talking about. She shuts her eyes when the realization hits her. "Mom's birthday," she mutters, cursing herself as she checks her planner. Why does she have Shouto Blowjob instead of Mom's Birthday as tomorrow's agenda? "Yes. Of course, we're still doing that."

Shouto's a punctual guy but he's also a momma's boy. He'll totally understand why she has to cancel.

"We know you're really busy with your new job, but she's so excited to try that place you've been talking about."

She scrunches up the cushion of her couch with her free hand. How could she forget she was taking her mom out to that fancy breakfast bistro in Shibuya? She feels like the worst daughter in the world. "Not as excited as I am to take her there!" she says through tightly pulled lips, a stiff smile but a smile nonetheless. "Listen, I have to go get ready for work, but I'll meet you guys there at ten, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan. Take good care, Ochako."

"You do the same, daddy."

"Bye."

"Bye!"

Once he hangs up, she shoves a pillow in her face and screams into the cushion. After recollecting herself, her eyes dart back to her work week. Kirishima is coming soon, she sends a quick text to Shouto explaining her scheduling conflict before jumping in the shower.

Shouto

hi shouto look sorry i cant have u over tomorrow

its my moms bday and i promised id take her out…

can we please reschedule?

Sure

Also happy birthday to your mom

thank u!

and ok how about thursday 1?

That's fine

thanks again!

She checks the time again and rushes into the kitchen to find something to eat. There's half a cup of boba left and two eggs and a jar of pickled vegetables in her fridge. She really ought to stop going out to eat and just cook at home more often. The leftover boba gets moved to the freezer, then she pulls the eggs out. She compiles a mental list of what she has to buy tonight at the grocery store as she boils a pot of water.

Ochako's just about done feeding herself both eggs when she receives the standard I'm outside text. She gives her apartment one last once over before opening the door.

The redhead from Denki's backseat is a lot taller than she'd imagined.

"Kirishima," she says, looking up from her phone.

He nods humbly. "Uravity."

She nods back and steps aside to let him in. He's tall enough that he has to duck under her doorframe to get into her apartment.

"Nice place," he comments politely.

Ochako can't tell if he's being sincere but it's nice hearing that after his friend's rude remarks.

"Thank you," she says. It's good to know she'd done a good enough job at cleaning up.

She watches him shift his weight unsurely. His huge hand nearly covers his entire scalp as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair. "So, where should we…" he trails off, blushing as if he hadn't explicitly paid to come here and fuck her.

She blinks away from how large his hands are and starts walking down the hall. "Oh. My room."

She didn't have time to make her bed, but he doesn't seem to mind. Her hair's still a little wet from the shower, it dampens her tee as she slips it off.

Kirishima locks his ruby gaze on her nipples as he blindly reaches into his pocket. Ochako notices the outline of his boner through his sweats. "Do I… pay now, or?" he asks, pulling his wallet out.

"Um. Yeah, you can." she nods, accepting the cash from his outstretched hand. She counts it out quickly before setting it on her bedside table. "Thanks," she mumbles.

"No sweat," he mumbles back, slipping a shiny magnum out of his wallet.

Ochako rakes her toes into the carpet of her bedroom floor. Undressing in front of Deku or her other regulars never made her as anxious as new clientele. She watches him watch her slip out of her terry shorts and panties. His eyes dart back and forth from her body to her clothes on the floor, heavy with desire but still ashamed of it.

He seems shy about getting undressed too. Ochako doesn't understand why, considering he's built better than anyone she'd ever slept with— and that's saying something since she used to fuck a guy who played on the regional soccer team before he was injured and permanently benched.

But that guy pales in comparison right now. Kirishima's built all the way down to the callouses on his thick fingers, but he's fidgeting like a scrawny boy in the locker room. He keeps his briefs on as he sits on the foot of the bed.

Ochako stares at him for a moment before she realizes something. "Are… is this your first time?"

"No," he blurts, refusing to meet her eyes. She looks over at the same stain on the carpet he's frowning at. "…Yes." he admits softly.

She places her hand over his. "It's okay. I'm nervous too."

He gives her a small smile, revealing the overcrowded teeth of his top row. For a moment he reminds her of a shark with all his unshed teeth. Ochako knows that most sharks are harmless, but the caution lingers. And likewise, she's not naïve enough to let her guard down around him.

She isn't really trying to comfort him, she's just being honest. Kirishima nods before closing his eyes and leaning in for a kiss she immediately dodges. She dips a hand into his waistband as he starts pecking down her jaw to her pulse.

"Oh, no marks, by the way." she tells him, wrapping her tiny fist around his dick. He covers his larger hand over hers and pulls himself out with his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

His dick springs up to his abs and leaves her more anxious than before. The tip is red and wet already.

He's big. Might be the biggest guy she'd ever seen.

She pulls back to reach into her drawer for a new bottle of lube. The condom wrapper rustles in his grip as he rips it open.

Ochako leans back into her bunched-up sheets and pillows as she mentally and physically prepares herself for him. Kirishima kicks off his underwear before crawling over to where she's fingering herself.

"Ready?" she asks, wincing at the way the latex strains against his hard-on. She really hopes it doesn't break.

He swallows thickly before nodding again. "Uh-huh."

"Okay," she mutters to the ceiling. Her slick fingers pull away from her slit. Guys never last long on their first time, they'll be done in no time. Her eyes shut as he lines himself up.

There's the initial sting of penetration as he tries working himself in before the endless shame sets just under her skin. Maybe it's the phone call from her father earlier, maybe she's still coming down from the drugs, maybe it's his size, but she's really dreading this job. She wishes she could just sleep when she's working. Her mind wanders sometimes, but she's usually still present enough to hate what she's doing.

"Um." he taps her shoulder gently. She cracks an eye open to peek at him. He's holding his dick with a sorry look on his face. "It won't go in…"

Both her eyes open so she can stare down at where they're both still disconnected. "Sorry," she mumbles, squeezing more lube into her slit. She's prone to clamming up like this when she gets especially nervous.

She spreads her legs a little wider and reaches a hand down to manually part herself. With her other hand, she gently guides him inside. Deku's dick was a lot slimmer in her grasp, and something tells her he's a lot easier to take than Kirishima. The tip pushes in until it's out of her sight. "Try it now," she tells him.

She closes her eyes as he nudges himself further in, face twisting when he moves too fast. It feels like inserting a tampon for the first time. "Slowly," she flinches.

"Sorry," he says before completely pulling out. Ochako takes a deep breath and sighs it out. She's relieved, but now she's going to have to endure slipping him inside again.

She lifts her back up to flip herself on her belly. "Let's try it like this," she tells the wall.

Kirishima gives an audible gasp at the sight before him. She hates doggy, but it makes guys come quick, so she arches her back and throws him a look over her shoulder. "C'mon,"

She feels his fingers fumble on her hips as he tries to align himself again. Again, she reaches a hand down to part her folds. "Oh my god," he groans before slinking his hand down to spread one of her cheeks and guiding himself inside.

He slips in a lot easier this time, be it from the artificial lubricant or position, but the stretch still burns. She finds herself biting into her sheets to keep from crying out. "Slowly," she says around the cloth.

She hisses as he leans down to press a kiss on her shoulder. His hips rock into hers at an unrushed pace.

"Okay," he pants, breath damp on her skin. "Don't worry. We'll do this real slow."

She quivers when he saws himself further in. It feels like he's splitting her in half.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she exhales through her nose. Ochako tries to breathe through it, but the burn between her legs is not going away. She doesn't even think she can do a Kegel to try to make him come already.

When she was starting out, she realized guys would finish faster if she pretended they were satisfying her. If she's dealing with a particularly vigorous or long-lasting man, she starts singing in her head and moaning the tune to speed things up.

She Wolf is her personal go-to, long enough for most clients, and the breathing keeps her on track, but all Shakira is suitable. Sometimes she tries to sing it in Spanish. It's like Duolingo but for degenerates. She figures it'll come in handy once she backpacks across the Andes.

That's all she truly wants. Just herself, an unrolled sleeping bag, and a starry night. Maybe some herbal tea to steep while setting up camp. Then munching on some dehydrated papaya chunks and toasted almonds and coconut shavings as she stargazes.

The other thing she'd like to do after retiring is pay off her parents' debt and then surprise them with a vacation. They always wanted to honeymoon in Honolulu. She never actually cared for the impossibly clear water. She can't surf—she can barely swim. The torchlit luaus and freshly picked orchid leis seem nice too, but what she's most looking forward to is hiking up all those trails.

When Ochako fantasizes about making enough money to take her family to Hawaii, she thinks only of white-sand beaches and eating açaí bowls out of cracked coconut shells. She doesn't care about how many nuts she has to bust until she gets there.

Kirishima grabs onto one of her arms and uses it to leverage his deep strokes, pulling her out of her musings. She allows him to go a minute or two of that before she twists her spine to look back at him.

"I left something in the freezer." she explains, desperate for a break. "Can I go get it?"

"Huh?" His eyes blink back into focus, lashes curling at the ends. "Oh. Yeah, sure. No problem." he mutters, lifting her up like a doll and flipping her over so she can sink back onto him.

Her face screws up when the tip of his dick brushes against her cervix as he walks them down the hall. She wasn't asking to relocate to the kitchen.

He pauses at the fridge to let her open the freezer door. She retrieves the slushed boba and takes five greedy sips. He watches her until she realizes she's probably being rude.

"Sorry." she catches her breath around a tapioca pearl. "You want some? It's honeydew."

He stares at the dregs at the very end of the cup. "Uh. No thanks."

Ochako shrugs. She's saving that last pearl for dinner. She opens the fridge door to stack her cup it over the empty egg carton. There's basically only trash in her fridge, but she doesn't throw any of it out because she doesn't want him to know she literally has nothing to eat in her house.

After she closes the door, he hoists her back up on him. Her legs wrap around his hips reflexively. The curve of his dick burns a different way now that he's buried to the hilt.

Ochako shakes her head around the pain. It doesn't matter if life sucks right now because it'll all be worth it in the future. She'll curl her toes around a fake orgasm until she can leave her footprints all over Hawaii. Every job is just another step closer to that prized shoreline.

She cups his face in both her hands and starts fanning his sweaty hair with her shallow breaths. They need more lube, but she's impatient enough to get this over with that she steamrolls through it. "C'mon," she pants, trying to coax the orgasm out of him.

He leers as she licks away a dribble of tea from her bottom lip all while holding his gaze. She thinks he's almost there.

Kirishima blinks tightly and throws his head back to fill the kitchen with a throaty groan. He keeps his eyes closed as he flips her back over the sink, unwilling to look at her. The wet counter cuts dully into her belly when he bends her over.

Ochako eyes the dirty dishes in the basin. She briefly considers doing them to multitask, but before she can try, he grabs onto her elbows again and starts fucking her at his same sluggish pace. He's really milking every penny of this. It's silly to think he wouldn't.

She stares hazily at the bottle of watered-down dish soap until her eyes glaze over, completely out of focus. When she's feeling too overwhelmed, she disconnects. It's as if she's unplugged her brainstem from the rest of her nervous system.

She likes to pretend she can float away from her immediate surroundings. Like a hot air balloon taking flight, or a rocket launching off to outer space, her mind gradually detaches itself from the rest of her body until she's hardly there.

She recognizes it's unprofessional and downright dangerous to do while working, but sometimes she needs to distance herself from everything else. Besides, dissociation helps pass the time.

She doesn't know how long she stays like that, hovering, staring into space. She assumes it must be a while because it's only when the sunset beams into her blank gaze that she's brought back down. Faintly, she feels him pull out with another hoarse moan. His breath is harsh on her nape as he finally nuts on her spine.

She vaguely registers him tying the condom up and throwing it in the trash, then walking back to her room to dress himself. He thanks her before he walks out. She should see him out, but she's still slumped over the kitchen sink, so she just hums back.

It's not that she feels better after coming to her senses, she just doesn't feel as bad as before. The guilt and grief have vanished, but in their place is an unsettling, bone deep emptiness.

Ochako blinks vacantly at her distorted reflection on the stainless-steel faucet. He left but it feels like she's gone too.