The wall was cold against Ochako's back. It was a basic white, offset by the grey surrounding it. The same as all the other hallways in her wing of the college. The floor was tiled and echoed with each step taken in the empty space, especially with the lack of traffic. It was only her, the woman pinning her against said wall, and the knife against her throat.
It had been a normal day until that point. Leaving her class at the usual time and walking towards the usual meeting spot for her friends. Sure, she'd been stopped by Bakugo for a quick chat, nothing particularly out of the ordinary there. She wouldn't call him a close friend, but it was nice to stop and catch up every once in a while. Following that, her mind has been preoccupied by lecture notes and due dates.
The day had been filled with normalcy. Honestly, she had only noticed it by chance, seeing odd movement in her peripheral. It was a lesser used hallway, an awkward exit that most had no use for. Save for the woman and her classmate? Acquaintance? Victim? Either way, it wasn't a friendly interaction based on the knife being held to their throat. Ochako, being the altruistic person that she is, jumped right into the middle of it.
The rest turned into a blur. Ochako didn't know if the woman had taken her intervention as aggression or if she was a physically confrontational person regardless. Either way, the woman slammed her against the wall, forcing them into their current position. With the woman's attention averted from him the man scurried away. The scuffing of his shoes echoing around them in his retreat.
"You're a pretty nosey person," she smiled, shoving her knee in-between Ochako's legs. The chain attached to her skirt rattled from the movement.
Ochako pushed herself closer to the wall, trying and failing to keep the distance between them. She narrowed her eyes, refusing to let her nervousness show. "You could get arrested for this."
"It's just a little threatening, I'm not actually going to cut you…" She spoke with far too much cheer as she moved her knife, gliding it along Ochako's cheek instead. The cold metal sent a chill down her spine, or perhaps that was just the knowledge of how close she was to breaking skin. "...unless you're into that."
"No," She gulped, saying the first thing that came to mind as she ignored the strange tightness in her chest. Her brow creased as she glared into the woman's half-lidded eyes. "I'm not."
"That's a shame…" She mused, that mischievous smile still lacing her lips. Navy blue caught Ochako's eye as someone approached them. The woman remained unaware as a man littered with tattoos and piercing reached out to grab the woman's collar. "You'd look really cut–"
"Come on, Creep-show." His voice was raspy and tired as he pulled her away from Ochako. She gave no resistance beyond a pout in his direction. "Stop bothering the locals."
"It's called flirting, Dabi." She retorted as she was pulled towards the exit.
Ochako blinked as she registered that she'd been technically saved. She pushed herself from the wall, watching their retreating forms. Ochako called after the man despite how he ignored her existence, "Thank you!"
If he heard her, he didn't acknowledge it. The only response she received at all was the woman looking back to wink at her before they both sauntered out the glass doors. The rest of their bickering faded with them, leaving her alone in the silence. She lingered, staring in the direction they'd left with more questions than answers.
"So they just left?" Midoriya's brows rose as Ochako rested her forehead against the table.
They were seated inside of the café, surrounded by the white noise of it's patron's chatter and the clanking of tableware. It had been Tsu's choice that day, picking a bay-side location known for it's cute patisseries and warm drinks. It wasn't too far a bus ride, easily made when everyone's classes were done for the day. One of the rare times they all had the afternoon and evening free.
"Uh huh," her voice was muffled from the table. The smell of their food floated around her, making her stomach growl. She told herself she'd eat after she recounted her story, but now she was just tired again.
"Uraraka, you should report this to security." Iida watched her with his usual uptight eye. "That kind of behaviour is dangerous."
"I did," she sighed, pulling herself up before grabbing her fork. There was a faint indent on her forehead from the flat surface. She sank the utensil into the brownie as she rested her face in her palm. "They said they were aware of it and that was kinda…it."
"Weird," Todoroki commented before sipping more of his drink.
"Maybe she's a known troublemaker?" Midoriya offered, tapping his empty plate idly as he thought aloud.
"Either way," Tsu interjected, "you should have gotten security instead of jumping in."
"Agreed," Iida frowned, "you could have gotten badly hurt."
"That man also could have gotten hurt in the time it'd take to get them," Midoriya countered.
"Security is there for a reason, just because it worked out this time doesn't mean nobody will get hurt next time." He argued back, not budging from his position.
Ochako looked between them with a sheepish smile. She knew the two wouldn't fight, both were respectful of each other's thoughts and differing approaches to situations. However, that didn't mean she wanted to dwell on the topic any longer. "I'll be more careful next time, you guys don't have to worry."
"I'm glad to hear it," Iida smiled, "I trust you, Uraraka."
"Same here. Oh!" Midoriya's face lit up as a thought came to mind, "Did I send you an invite to the class server, yet?"
"You did! I've just been so busy that I haven't joined yet." She rubbed the back of her head, "I'll join when I get home tonight."
"I'm surprised it took this long to organize one," Iida mused.
"Iida, you've seen their class, right?" Tsu smiled, crossing her legs and Ochako couldn't help but giggle with the brownie in her mouth. She had a point, anyone who'd been around their class long enough knew it was chaos, regardless of who had what each day. She wouldn't be surprised if they were the talk of nearby courses.
"You don't have to see them," Todoroki joined, "you can hear them."
"Sorry about that…" It was Midoriya's turn to look embarrassed. Sure, he usually followed the rules and was kind to everyone. That didn't mean he couldn't cause his own brand of mischief when push came to shove.
"I'm beginning to get a clear picture," Iida couldn't figure out if he should look concerned or not.
"It's not too bad," Ochako joined, finishing her food. "I love how lively everyone is!
"I'm not surprised you enjoy it, Uraraka." Tsu said, standing up. Her long dress fluttered in the breeze of the open window. "You've always loved passion."
"I can't help it! It's contagious!" She protested, unable to stop her smiling.
"Are you going to get a refill, Tsu?" Midoriya asked, peering up at her. "If so, can you get me some mochi?"
"Can do, don't burn the cafe down while I'm gone."
"Spinner, if you let another fucking creeper into this base—"
"Don't look at me, look at Jin!"
"I have done absolutely nothing wro—"
"Motherfucker!"
Himiko was content to sit back, sip her boba tea and watch her friends scream at each other over pixels on the television. The chair held the risk of falling from her reclined position but that was fine, it was comfortable. The air was stale in the cramped apartment, filled with weird smells that somehow mixed together to smell like home. In front of her the three men were huddled on the couch while Dabi sat at the table with her.
"Toga, where are my diamonds?" Iguchi, or as they've nicknamed him: Spinner, asked without looking back at her.
She took another long sip of her boba, making it obnoxiously loud. "...at Dabi's base."
"He plays?"
"Dabi, you cocksucker–" Shigaraki interrupted, whirling around to glare at the man. "Are you the one who's been fucking with my stuff?"
"God, you're loud." He groaned, not looking up from his phone.
"I think Magne was on my account earlier," Himiko added, stirring her drink idly. "Probably payback for breaking her shit."
Shigaraki grumbled something inaudible as he returned to their game, returning the room back to button mashing and occasional commentary. She forgot whose turn it was on the Bluetooth but the music choice wasn't horrendous for once. Her eyes glazed over as she watched their split screen antics, not actually paying attention to what was going on. Honestly, Dabi had the right idea soaring higher than the clouds.
"You're looking at porn, aren't you?" She turned to him, watching a smirk form along his lips.
"This anime chick's got a bug crawling up her ass," he answered, eyes glued to whatever monstrosity was on the screen. It was a fifty-fifty chance if Dabi would find something to fuel her creativity or if she was going to need bleach afterwards.
"Fucking disgusting," Her face scrunched up as she leaned in closer, "show me."
He turned the phone over so they could both watch, revealing one of the sketchiest websites she's seen (how his phone wasn't broken from viruses was a mystery that would always elude her). Sure enough, the description he'd provided had been accurate, although he'd failed to mention how grossly detailed and large said bug was. Yeah, bleach seemed like the proper solution for her eyes.
"How do you find this stuff?" She whispered, entranced by morbid curiosity.
He shrugged, pulling his phone back to his lap as he hung his limp arm over the back of his chair. "Well? Think the idea of shoving a bug up your pussy will entertain the good folks at home?"
"Ugk-" She faux-vomited, wearing her disgust on her sleeve. "I'm sure some sicko will enjoy it."
He chuckled, scrolling through more videos as he took a handful of chips from one of the open and staling bags on the table. "Stopping by the dollar store on your way home?"
"Fuck no," She scowled, turning back to the television to see someone falling into lava. The mental image of shoving plastic bugs up her vagina now dancing in her skull.
Shigaraki laughed at Jin's cry of devastation before his own screen was plagued with a 'you died' re-spawn screen. The creeper's explosion faded as he yelled, "oh for fuck sakes!"
Ochako collapsed onto her bed, pulling the soft blankets to her head. She gathered them into a makeshift cuddle partner, sighing into them as her body deflated. All the stress of the day melted away when she hit her bed. Thankfully the chill of winter has died down, letting her rest without piling blanket upon blanket onto herself. Spring was in the air and that meant her favourite soft blanket was all she needed.
She lingered, enjoying herself and the momentary respite before she eventually willed herself to sit up. She had a perfectly fine desk, but there was something about being able to lay back in her bed after sitting in a chair all day that was too alluring for her to actually use it half the time.
She piled her various pillows against the headboard and laid a blanket over them as a makeshift back and headrest. Then she'd grab her laptop, getting comfortable and turning it on. Discord loaded quickly, and with a click she'd entered the server.
Uravity joined the party.
Uravity: 'Hey everyone! (. ᴗ .)'
Problem Child Midoriya: 'Welcome!'
Menace To Society Mineta: '(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)'
Alien Queen Mina: 'Mineta say another word and ur getting banned again'
Dumbass Bi Denki: 'Hey Uraraka! What colour do you want?'
It only took one glance at the user list to see everyone's nickname followed a pattern. Simple enough. She clicked the menu under her own name to change hers to follow the pattern before realizing the permission wasn't available. Admin only. Well, that explained Mineta's nickname.
Uravity: 'Pink pls!'
Alien Queen Mina: 'One pink role coming right up!'
Uravity: '( ω)'
On the other side she saw the list of text channels available. As expected many of them correlated to school, from resource links to a channel feed for assignments. In another category she saw the non-academic channels, eyes settling on the meme specific one. One that did not disappoint as she took a quite scroll through, skimming the recent ones. After a few giggles she returned to general, seeing her nickname and colour had been changed.
Loudmouth Monoma: 'HEY Needs a Nap Shinsou I HAVE AN IDEA GET IN VC'
Dumbass Bi Denki: 'why is he in here again?'
Needs a Nap Shinsou: 'can it wait?'
The memes channel lit up again, indicating a new message. Returning to it she saw a screenshot of a fanfiction, one she immediately recognized with a smile.
Alien Queen Mina: This looks like something Problem Child Midoriya would write!
In reply to Alien Queen Mina: …
Cutiepie Uraraka: 'I remember when you wrote this Midoriya!'
Problem Child Midoriya: 'Please don't remind me x.x'
Cutiepie Uraraka: 'But it's funny!'
Several people are typing…
Ochako giggled as she realized she might have just given away Izuku's private hobby. It wasn't exactly a secret by any means. Everyone knew he loved the All Might series hardcore. The joke of him writing fanfiction for it had gone past the point of fun to conspiracy theory. Might as well confirm it.
What to do…What to do…
Nothing in her toy and lingerie arsenal caught her eye or, to be more accurate, Toga was bored. So many kinks and ideas had been done already, only so many things one could do alone. Unless she wanted to get really weird.
With a sigh she jumped onto her bed, stretching until her body cracked. Her eyes closed in the almost silence of her room, hearing the rest of their gang in the floor below. The same old atmosphere. Where was the spice? Everything had gotten so routine. It was hard to distract one's self when it was so boring. At least that girl had been cute. Such a memorable face…she's look even better blushing.
Was she a dom? A sub? She had such a determined face…Toga had a hard time not picturing her standing over her in a stiletto, blush along her cheeks and hard eyes staring down at her. What if she watched the stream? It was such a low chance, but picturing her watching, masturbating to it.
What if she did a free promotional stream and it got her attention? So unlikely…but what if?
The sound of daylight had passed, replaced by the silence of night. Occasionally a dog would bark and a car would drive by, easier to notice when her roommates were out still. Turning on the light would be better for her eyes instead of starting at a bright screen in the darkness, but she had spent those hours zoned in on her school project. To the point she hadn't even noticed the time until she'd saved and closed the program.
11:35pm
No class tomorrow, thank god. Instead of forcing herself to sleep she closed all her research tabs and windows, leaving only her personal enjoyment and discord again. Out of curiosity she went into the class server again, finding most had been discussing non-academic topics. The newest was a link
Menace To Society Mineta: 'hey! I've seen this girl around campus!'
Without thinking much of it she clicked it, not recognizing the site. No matter what she'd thought it would be, she hadn't expected to see a woman moaning seductively and riding a weird dildo. In a panic she closed the tab and went straight back to the server to find the link deleted.
Several people are typing...
Cutiepie Uraraka: 'MINETA!'
Dumbass Bi Denki: 'I've seen her around too! Does she even go here?'
Problem Child Midoriya: 'O H'
Loudmouth Monoma: 'A LITTLE WARNING NEXT TIME!'
Alien Queen Mina: 'BANNED'
Dumbass Bi Denki: 'OH SHIT- I forgot what server this was ( ' ' ;;)...'
Alien Queen Mina: 'BANNED'
Loudmouth Monoma: 'I didn't have my headphones in gdi'
Alien Queen Mina: 'BACK TO INCEL JAIL'
In reply to Loudmouth Monoma…
Dumbass Bi Denki: 'HAHA'
Ochako tapped her finger on the edge of her laptop. That small snippet replaying in her mind. It was blurry, lacking detail, but she did recognize the woman. It couldn't have been her, could it? She bit her lip, staring at the browser where the tab once was. It wouldn't hurt to just…double check? Right? She wasn't going to watch! Just…check.
With a simple ctrlshiftt she reopened the closed tab. There she was again, live, right there. Warmth spread along her cheeks and she could feel herself liking the scene in front of her a little too much. She stared at all the details, from her blond hair to the unique features, it was certainly the woman that had threatened her. Her eyes slid downwards, looking at the lingerie that left nothing to the imagination, remembering how warm the girl's body was against hers—
She pulled herself away from the thought. Her eyes shifting, out of curiosity of course, to the details of her room. It looked clean, sprinkled about with other toys and cute figurines or ornaments. Ochako had never seen the need for anything beyond her little bullet vibe, never looking further into what was available. Some of the things in the backdrop she either didn't understand or thought looked incredibly odd. So many dildos of intricate shapes and designs.
Just like the one she was riding. If she had to guess, it looked to be moulded after a non-human creature. The strange shape, she tried to imagine what I must feel like to have inside. Something that didn't help her already increasing horniness. Listening to the woman's moans, watching her bounce, imagining it inside of herself.
Reaching into her underwear she noticed she had already gotten wet, slowly circling her labia with two fingers. Trailing them up towards her clit to apply even pressure while keeping the circular movement. She knew her body well, knowing just where to press and how hard to get herself off. She was no stranger to porn, although she preferred reading it over visuals, finding it easier to get invested in words than actors.
This girl on the other hand…The memories filled that gap. Remembering the scene, tinted by lust, clouding her judgment. All she focused on was the way her body felt, the knee between her legs, even the knife felt tantalizing in such a light. It made her stomach tight imagining it with that moan in her ear, with the naked body she could see in full view. Her skin felt hotter, fingers gradually getting rougher and fast as she chased that feeling bubbling in her abdomen.
The woman on screen seemed to sync with her, or maybe she was delusional in her hazy head. Either way, her moans grew louder as Ochako panted a little more, not realizing she was matching her rubbing to the way the woman was rubbing herself. It was no surprise the woman got off first, keening so sweetly in her ear. Ochako took it as a signal to double down on herself, bending forward as she rigorously brought herself to the same peak.
She stilled, enjoying her afterglow and not paying much attention to what was happening on screen. With a sigh she slid her hand back out, looking at how sticky it had gotten. Movement caught her eye next, seeing the woman grabbing something she didn't recognize. It didn't take long to discover what it was for, seeing her pushing it inside of herself with a very open view of her cunt.
Ochako's blush had failed to subside in her post-nut clarity even after the tab had been closed in reflex.
"I Want to Wear Your Skin" is available on Archive of Our Own and SquidgeWorld under the same title and username; Wattpad cross-post coming soon