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If you had asked Uraraka what sort of jobs she might expect to go wrong as a hero, what the worst ones might be, she would not have guessed 'convenience store robbery'. And if you'd asked her who she might be most worried about partnering up with, who might be most volatile or unpredictable, it definitely wouldn't have been Todoroki Shouto. The opposite, in fact: Todoroki was one of the most dependable and reliable heroes to work with. Everyone thought so; it wasn't just because they're friends and she's biased.
So to find things going tits up after a convenience store robbery she'd just handled with Todoroki was...a surprise, to say the least.
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Ochako did not have what she would call a 'crush' on Todoroki Shouto.
No. No, crushes were something else: something like the sometimes overwhelming feelings she had had for Midoriya in their first two years at UA. Something that resulted in dates, and an often awkward (though she liked to think endearingly so) romance that eventually, after high school, came to a mutual end. Crushes were light, floaty feelings, or butterflies in your stomach. And she did not have that around Todoroki Shouto.
No...what she had for Todoroki typically happened a little lower than the stomach.
Did she admire Todoroki? As a hero, yes. He was level-headed and a quick thinker. Did she like him? Also yes; at the end of highschool and especially after as they started working professionally, they'd really connected more as friends. Did she love him?
No. If they ever went out perhaps that might change, if she ever got that chance to know him better. But the odds of that happening were so low as to be laughable. He was simply out of her league.
Did she want him though?
Well.
-
Ochako had thought everything handled when she'd pinned one of the villains who'd been robbing the convenience store and successfully handcuffed him to a street sign. She and Todoroki had quickly drawn the fight outside so as to minimize property damage, and with Todoroki blocking off most escape routes with ice they'd been making fast work bringing this small team of delinquents down. Todoroki was handling the last one behind her now.
And then she hears an odd noise; like a static shock only louder, followed — alarmingly — by a cry from Todoroki, a short, sharp sound of pain. She whirls around in a flash, adrenaline leaping, ready to jump in. But what she finds isn’t a fight; it’s Todoroki collapsing to the ground as one of the robbers books it down the street.
She's already leaping forward to chase them down, automatic, when Todoroki makes another sound; this one even louder and more agonized. That pulls her up short. Usually Todoroki recovers pretty fast, but when she turns to check on him, she finds he’s...still on the ground, bent over onto his knees now, one arm braced on the pavement and the other wrapped around his waist like he's gonna be sick. It looks like he tried to get up but collapsed again.
Immediately Ochako abandons the chase and hurries to him, visions of a gut wound springing to the mind's eye. Those are nasty, and often fatal; a minor robber can wait, Todoroki’s life is more important.
He's slowly curling in on himself as she hurries up and drops down to get a look. His arm is in the way though, and he seems to be doing his best to crumple into a small ball, hiding anything from view. She can't even see his expression well, head ducked and hidden by hair.
"Shouto," she says quickly, firmly, holding back faint concern about this behaviour. Todoroki doesn't usually hide injuries, he's too smart for that. "Shouto, what's wrong? Do you need an ambulance?"
"No," comes the answer almost immediately, and it takes her by surprise how vehement it sounds despite how strained it clearly is, as if through gritted teeth. "No hospital. I...I need to go home."
Ochako's concern grows. That sounds...alarmingly like the 'don't worry, I'm fine' stance Midoriya and Bakugo usually take when grievously wounded. It’s weird to hear it from Todoroki, but if it’s anything similar to those two, he won’t listen to attempts to get him to a hospital.
"If you're hurt, that's too far," she decides on saying, instead of trying to outright argue. That may just waste time, and she knows Todoroki is first and foremost practical, so this angle might have more success. Besides, people are starting to poke their heads out of where the street had rapidly been abandoned for the fight, and they're not painting a good picture right now. "You want somewhere private, we can go to mine. It's close."
There’s a pause, filled by increasingly laboured breathing. She still can’t see his face.
“Okay.”
-
They make it to her place fairly speedily, by which she means Todoroki jetted them past an entire block with a plume of ice before she could say otherwise. She’s a little surprised he actually remembers where she lives — he’s only been there a few times, when she’s hosted small get-togethers — but somehow he not only gets them there, but ends his ice escapade at her exact floor and window.
She immediately wants to think on how the hell he remembered that with such precision, but there’s no time; he’s still doubled over and breathing hard, not looking well at all. So instead she hurries to open her window, which she had, in fact, left unlocked that morning. Probably an unwise move for a hero, but it’s worked out for her now, so. So there, universe.
She slips in first, turns to help Todoroki — only to find him falling inwards already, hitting the ground with a thud. She swears and immediately sinks down with him, hands hovering nervously.
“Oh god. Okay. Todoroki, what’s wrong? If you’re not gonna go to a hospital you gotta at least tell me.”
Todoroki looks up at her from where he’s crumpled into a ball on the floor, and she’s alarmed to see sweat beading on his brow. He looks almost feverish.
“One sec,” he says, voice strained, and shifts around and up onto his knees, facing the window. For a second she thinks he’s just gonna close it — but instead he sticks an arm out, and —
She squeaks, then swallows her tongue as there’s a quick blast of fire, a wave of heat rolling back and hitting her in the face. And then Todoroki closes the window.
Right. Right. Uh, okay. Yeah, I guess it is a good idea to melt the ice path leading directly to my apartment.
“Uh— thanks,” she says, a little weakly, as Todoroki turns around. Or tries— he only gets halfway, then ends up sliding down the wall instead, knees tucked up to his chest as he pants. He leans his head against the wall and groans.
“No…problem.”
Ochako bites her lip…and decides to take charge.
“Okay, um…I’m gonna get you an icepack, okay? And then you’re gonna tell me what’s wrong.”
She leaves before he has a chance to argue.
When she returns she’s removed her helmet, got the icepack and — and she’s surprised to find that Todoroki’s managed to move himself across the room and onto her bed. He doesn’t seem to be doing much better on it, lying prone and face down on her pillow, but the fact he still managed to get there is a little encouraging.
She makes her way over and sits beside him.
“Hey. I’ve got the ice pack.” She places a hand on his shoulder, and is once more surprised when he shudders at the touch, strong enough that she can feel it. “Turn over.”
Slowly, Todoroki turns his face from where he’d smushed it into her pillow. Even with only his profile visible he still doesn’t look great; if anything, his gaze looks glazed and unfocused.
“All the way, Todoroki,” she clarifies when he doesn’t move any further. Slowly, his gaze that had been staring off into the middle distance turns towards her.
“No. You come here,” he mumbles, and Ochako blinks.
“What? Why?”
He just blinks slowly back at her, and she starts to wonder if she should phone the hospital anyway, despite his wishes. He’s rapidly seeming…not all there.
For now, though, she indulges him and leans down close, as if to whisper a secret.
“Todoroki?”
She starts, violently, when a hand suddenly raises and touches her hair. The touch is gentle but…sweet shit, she just hadn’t expected that.
Nor does she expect Todoroki to continue running his hand through her hair— and then grab a lock, and tug her down even closer. She bites back a startled noise — then chokes when Todoroki finally turns all the way around, and moves the hand in her hair to instead cup her cheek.
“T… Todoroki?” she whispers harshly, their proximity making her somehow feel the need to be surreptitious even though no one else is here. She can feel her cheeks starting to burn, and admonishes herself for the butterflies that suddenly flutter to life in her belly. Todoroki’s not in his right mind.
“Uraraka,” he murmurs, looking at her hazily. “Your bed smells nice.”
The butterflies hit pause.
She blinks at him and feels her jaw drop a bit, nonplussed.
“O…oh? Uh…thank you.”
The hand on her cheek slides to the back of her head, and pulls her closer. She sucks in a sharp breath and feels herself go stiff with shock as suddenly Todoroki’s close enough to— to— she can feel the heat rolling off him—
“You smell better,” he says, voice quiet and throaty, eyes tracing her face.
And then he kisses her.
If she’d thought herself stiff with shock before, it’s nothing compared to how she freezes up when his lips touch hers. He doesn’t seem to let that deter him though; in fact, he angles his head and tries to deepen it, with a low sound in his throat that makes a hot shiver ripple under her skin.
She tries to pull back. “T— Todoroki— ”
He pulls her back in, and this time — she melts.
There is no excuse. No excuse save for that her brain shuts down for a hot second as her libido takes over. It’s so close to some of the fantasies she’s had that she almost wonders, for a second, if she is dreaming. Todoroki slips a tongue inside her mouth and she makes a frankly embarrassing noise; he makes a low one in response that sends a pulse of heat between her thighs.
She yanks herself back, breathing hard, thoughts scattered.
“Todoroki. We…we can’t…s-something is…are you…”
Todoroki sits up, suddenly seeming more energized than before, gaze clearer. She almost startles at the speed with which he reaches for her, the look on his face—
And then he freezes, expression shifting into one of alarm.
“Shit.”
He retracts his hand from where he’d been reaching to grab her.
“Shit. Shit. Uraraka…I have to go.”
Ochako sputters.
“W-wh…what? Why? What’s…Todoroki, what the hell is going on?”
Todoroki draws his legs up, and when Ochako’s eyes flick down automatically to track the movement she just manages to see, to her surprise, that he’s hard. Really hard, if the tent in his pants is anything to go by.
Then he shifts to the side and starts getting off the bed, and she snaps to.
“Hang on,” she says, grabbing him and yanking him back down. She feels him shiver again at her touch. “Uh-uh, no, wait, hang on a moment. You’re gonna tell me what’s happening. This is the quirk, isn’t it?”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, clarity hits, pieces falling into place.
Wait…right, yes, of course!
“Oh my god, it’s a lust quirk isn’t it?”
Todoroki winces.
“Yes. Please…let go of me, Uraraka.”
Ochako looks at where she’s still holding his arm. Then back to him.
“Are you…going to be okay if I do?”
He seems so much more present now. Is her touch doing that?
“You were really fading before we started…uh, before we touched.”
Todoroki’s jaw tenses.
“I was out of it, yeah, but that’s better than…this.” He swallows, decidedly not looking at her. “I feel more awake now, but also more…”
He pauses.
“It’s…hard to…”
He stops, then starts again.
“You’re making it hard to…it’s more…it’s stronger, when you touch me. Harder to resist.” He swallows again. “You have to stop.”
She frowns. So, greater clarity, but also greater desire?
“You gonna go to the hospital?”
His face twists unhappily.
“No. That’s not…I don’t want to go there like this. I’ll…I’ll go home. Deal with it on my own.”
Ochako gapes — then tugs him closer, alarmed.
“What? The hell you will! Todoroki, come on, be smart about this.”
Todoroki makes a strangled sound as she pulls him close enough that his hand brushes her leg, and he immediately tries to pull away. She doesn’t let him.
“Uraraka,” he says, breath coming quicker. “Uraraka, stop. I can deal with this.”
“Todoroki, you looked ready to pass out when I left for the ice pack,” she hisses. “There’s no way I’m going to leave you again.”
“Uraraka, please,” he says desperately, and for the first time since he’s sat up, looks at her. Her breath catches when their eyes meet.
It’s almost strange to see Todoroki’s emotions so openly displayed on his face, but there they are; clear in the intensity of his gaze, the strained set of his brow. Usually he’s so poker faced; she’s never seen him like this. She supposes for someone as reserved as Todoroki usually is, this must be some form of torture. Forced to be so open and vulnerable, to so clearly crave the touch of someone he…probably doesn’t…normally…think of. Like that.
The reminder that he, in fact, does not and probably has never wanted her like this sets a cold pit in her stomach, sinking like a stone in otherwise gathering heat.
Right. No matter how turned on she may be…ordinarily, this would do nothing for him. He wouldn’t usually…
Which, though it stings, makes sense. He doesn’t really want her right now — just a warm body. Only he doesn’t even want that, apparently; he wants to handle it on his own. Which she’s not sure is possible. And lust quirks can get bad, if left untreated.
Objectively, she thinks, the answer is to go to the hospital. And if she let him go, stopped touching him, he’d probably slip back into enough of a daze that she could probably overpower him, knock him out, and drag him there.
Subjectively, though…?
Subjectively, Todoroki is in her bed, increasingly looking at her like he wants to pin her down on it, and she has never been more turned on.
It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?
To let him do just that?
He’s not exactly in his right mind, but…but he still wants it, and she just so happens to want it too. It wouldn’t be wrong, would it, to indulge? It’s…medical treatment, after all. Basically.
She licks her lips and shifts closer. Their legs press together; Todoroki sucks in a sharp breath.
“Todoroki, if…if you’re not going to go to a hospital, then I’m sorry, but you have to stay here,” she says. “I don’t want you to go off alone when we don’t know what this quirk can do. What we do know is that my touch seems to help, a bit, so…I mean…I don’t mind…helping.”
Todoroki shakes his head, expression strained. His hands clench into fists.
“Uraraka, I’d want more than just help. I need to leave.”
“It’s okay,” she reassures, “really, it is. I get it. I’m okay with that. We’re…we’re friends, right? I don’t mind doing something like this with you.”
He looks at her askance.
“You don’t?”
She fumbles a moment.
“Uh, I mean…it’s not…I mean, we’re friends, and…and I trust you. Even like this. So…”
She swallows, feeling nerves prickle under her skin, and fights back embarrassment. Tries to appear blasé.
“Yeah, I don’t mind.”
He still looks at her strangely, but it gains a certain sharpness; as if he’s trying to assess if she’s speaking the truth. She tries to keep her expression as open as possible.
She also shifts a little closer, because she really does really want this.
Todoroki goes stiff as a board as her chest presses against his arm. She looks up through her lashes.
“M…Midoriya,” he says thickly, voice strained. His hands remain clenched into fists on his thighs, and his face is rapidly turning flush. “Would he…do you think he’d be alright with— ”
“This isn’t any of his business,” Ochako snaps, cutting Todoroki off — a bit too sudden, maybe, by how he startles. She’s a little shocked at herself too, to be honest, but she just… really doesn’t want to think about Midoriya right now. And it rubs her the wrong way, quite frankly, to be treated as if Midoriya’s permission is needed to sleep with her.
She relaxes her grip on Todoroki’s arm that had automatically tightened, makes herself cool down. Takes a breath.
“Look, if you’re really worried, I’m positive he’d be fine with it,” she says, which is…mostly true. Midoriya’s got self-confidence issues even now, so he’d probably spend a week or two in a spiral, but he’s gotten much better at pulling himself out of those. Besides which, they’re not together anymore, and it is neither her nor Todoroki’s responsibility to treat him like glass.
“We broke up a long time ago, and I…well, if I’m being honest, it’s been a while for me since I’ve been…you know.” She blushes and looks to the side. “I don’t really want to think about him right now, to be frank. I’m alright with just being here with you, and helping you through this.”
Like any good friend would. Right? No ulterior motives here. Just happy coincidences.
There’s a long pause. Somehow she can’t bring herself to meet Todoroki’s eyes; there’s a small battle starting between the heat in her belly and a small voice in her head which is starting to worry if this is really okay. Because maybe any friend would do this — or not, but presupposing — but even if that were the case, does it make it better or worse if they’re attracted to the other person to begin with? On the one hand, it makes things easier. On the other, does the afflicted person deserve to know they’re accidentally fulfilling a fantasy?
Or is she just completely overthinking this?
Fortunately she doesn’t have to come up with an answer, because suddenly Todoroki is pushing her down on the bed, hard, and all thoughts thwomp out of her head at the same time as she hits the blanket.
Her eyes shoot up…and any lingering worries vanish like dew in a scorching sun when she sees how Todoroki is looking at her. His flush has worsened — she can feel heat radiating particularly strongly from one of the hands pinning her down — and he’s breathing hard, but his gaze is focused and intense.
Lust sends a prickling wave of heat right through to every hair follicle, raising goosebumps across her skin. She sucks in a breath as her brain immediately shuts off and her libido takes over.
“You said it’s been a while?” Todoroki says, and she shivers at the way his voice has suddenly dipped in pitch, and gained a whole new roughness. Her legs get pushed apart as he starts repositioning himself between them, and she tries to shift herself up the bed a bit to give him more room. He follows.
“Um…y-yeah,” she admits, trying not to look embarrassed. Everyone has dry spells, right? Perhaps Todoroki’s just trying to be considerate—
“How long?”
She chokes on her own spit.
“Uh— what?”
Todoroki finishes positioning himself, sits up, and starts throwing off the various trappings of his uniform with such force it’s as if they’ve personally offended him. His expression is not what even a generous person would call considerate. “How long.”
“It’s…I mean…a while,” she evades. Todoroki unzips his jacket, throws it to the floor, and takes his shirt off next; her mouth goes dry at the long stretch and flex of muscle as he tears it over his head and throws it away too. Oh, fuck me. She feels herself starting to get wet.
“You broke up with Midoriya three years ago, right?” he asks, starting to unbuckle his belt, the mere sound of which has her sweating. Well, that, combined with the way he’s looking at her. She’d almost feel interrogated if it weren’t for the distinct air of impatience that’s steadily growing in his every movement, and the way his eyes often dip to drag over her body. He’s clearly also having trouble keeping focus. “Have you had anyone since then?”
She chokes again, and resists the urge to cover her face with her hands.
I’m an adult, she reminds herself, an adult! An adult who hasn’t had sex in three years, which feels so fucking humiliating right now.
“Uh— I, uh, I don’t really see how that’s relevant— ”
“It’s relevant,” Todoroki says as he unzips his pants and pulls his dick out, “because right now, the thought of someone else fucking you is driving me insane.”
Ochako’s jaw drops.
A pulse of heat shoots through her with such strength that she gets brief vertigo, and she also feels herself get very, very wet. She should probably say something…but her gaze has dropped to his dick, and now she can’t look away. It looks very hard and firm and just…just something she would like to touch, please.
“I want to fuck you,” Todoroki breathes, starting to slide a hand up and down his cock, “so fucking bad. But we don’t have to. I think…just your touch, will probably help.”
Ochako swallows, hard, unable to stop staring at him touching himself.
Or you could fuck me, she wants to say, very badly. We could do that.
“It’s,” she says weakly, trying to think of a way to say that that doesn't scream I am extremely horny for you and always have been, “it’s okay if…I mean, whatever it takes, I…I don’t m— ”
“Uraraka,” Todoroki cuts her off, “please do not finish that sentence. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Oh my god please don’t handle it, Ochako thinks wildly, to herself.
“You’re a good person, and you’re doing more for me than anyone would ask. I’m already…” Todoroki lets out a sharp breath, tense enough that she finally manages to rip her eyes away from his cock and back to his face. He’s looking away from her, expression strained. “I’m already saying things I— it’s hard to hold back, and…and I don’t want you to think less of me, after this.”
She blinks.
“Oh.” Oh. That’s…
Unexpected sympathy plucks at her heartstrings, and she reaches up to him.
“It’s okay Todoroki, I’d never— ”
“Please don’t touch me,” he says, lightening fast, and she freezes. “I’m barely holding on as it is. I just…while I can still think. Let’s do this…rationally, okay?”
Aizawa-sensei’s voice immediately echoes be rational in her head, throwing an immediate wet blanket on her arousal.
“I might just need to climax, and we don’t have to…do much for that, I don’t think,” Todoroki continues as she tries to mentally scrub Aizawa out of her brain. “And if later I, I…get worse instead, you…you never have to do more than you’re comfortable with. Knock me out if you have to.”
Sympathy twinges in her chest again at that, and the small voice from before rears up in the back of her head. Todoroki looks almost in pain. This may be an impossible dream come true for her, but he’s…should she just come clean, and admit she truly wants this? Spare him this moral anguish?
But…what if telling him makes him change his mind? Whether out of a desire not to complicate their relationship, or because her having anything close to non-platonic feelings for him might…repel him. Which stings, more than she’d like, but…it’s a real possibility. Which means this might be her one shot at this, ever.
Oh, and also means he might run away, try to deal with it on his own, and get even worse. Which is actually, she reminds herself, the important thing here.
“Of course,” she says, pushing all that confusing mental math to the side. Overthinking is for Midoriya; she’s horny, he’s horny, that’s all that should matter. “We should probably maximize my touch then though, if we want to try and…resolve this quickly. Since it seems to help. Are you sure you don’t want to…um…go all the way?”
Todoroki’s gaze, which he’d fixed steadfastly to the wall, slips back to her — or rather, her body. His expression grows more strained.
“I’m not…always…nice,” he says, carefully. “I’d rather…do something where there’s less of a chance of me losing control.”
Not nice?
That sounds…intriguing.
So does him losing control.
She eyes him with renewed (but hopefully subtle) interest.
Honestly, she’d wanted to try ‘not nice’ stuff with Midoriya, back when they’d been dating, so this is definitely intriguing. Unfortunately ‘not nice’ and ‘Midoriya’ are pretty much oxymorons, so she’d never really gotten to experiment. He’d just been…well, not suited to it, to put it politely. She wishes she could’ve explored it with other people since, but despite her best efforts, she’s still pretty shy in the romance department. And hookup department. And it’s hard to beat down the idea that wanting such things is…immoral, especially for a woman. The fear of judgement is hard to overcome.
So instead of voicing any of that, she simply nods.
“Okay. So…uh…” she makes an embarrassing hand gesture before she can stop herself, and internally dies a little. “Blowjob?”
Todoroki looks a little startled at her bluntness, which makes her want to crawl into a hole and die, but she resists the urge to backpedal. There’s nothing wrong with being forward, she repeats to herself firmly, absolutely nothing. She’d laboured under the belief that girls should be innocent and demure for years, but if there’s one thing that’s a surefire cure for that, it’s dating one Midoriya Izuku. When you’re in a relationship with someone who can’t talk about sex without suffering a small heart attack, you pretty much become the blunt one through sheer necessity.
“That…”
Todoroki’s gaze slips down to her lips, and he seems to lose focus for a second. The silence stretches.
“Todoroki?”
He startles, and looks back up.
“Yes.”
Arousal leaps in her gut at the way he says the word, almost desperate. Her embarrassment takes a swift backseat.
“Ok. Um, do you want to…um…”
Unsure how to say it she instead pulls her boots off, moves to kneel on the floor by the bed, and looks up.
He meets her gaze…and slowly shifts himself so he’s sitting at the edge of the mattress, legs placed on either side of her and dick within touching distance.
She bites her lip.
Trying to seem confident, she slides her hands up his thighs as she shuffles closer. He shivers under her touch, making her false confidence a bit more real. He moves obligingly closer as well, and then there’s nothing for it but to move one hand to grip the base of his cock, and…lean in.
He lets out this deep, shuddering gasp when her lips slide over him that is such an ego boost, she almost feels like she just moved up five places in the hero rankings.
It’s been a while since she sucked dick, so she starts slow. Sucks at the head, then lifts off to lick at the sides, give some moisture for her hand when she starts pumping him. She notices his hands are gripping the duvet he’s sitting on so hard they’re white-knuckled, his arms tense and straining. As if her touch is just that good. Probably a result of the quirk, she knows, but it’s nice to think that maybe she’s also getting off to a good start.
The sound he makes as she puts her mouth back over him encourages this line of thought. Almost never has she heard Todoroki so loud — which, given how quiet he usually is, isn’t actually saying too much. Yet that just makes it all the more exciting when she starts coaxing these sharp gasps out of him, then punched-out groans and quick, shallow breaths. It’s also exciting to see from the corner of her eye his arms starting to tremble with the force of keeping still. The same tenseness sits in the muscles of his stomach; she can feel it echoed through the hand she has resting on his thigh. She slides it up to cup his balls, and the rough noise he makes at that almost makes her feel a little bad.
She pulls off and looks up.
“Do you want to touch me?”
He looks down with a jaw so clenched he looks like he might bite his tongue off. It’s very hot, but also slightly concerning.
“Yes,” he grits out, after a pause. “But not how you’d like.”
Ouch.
That smarts.
Not how she’d like? And how would he know?
Old insecurities that no one will ever take her more R-rated desires seriously bubble up — along with the fear that people just see her as cute and sweet and nothing else.
Her brows pinch with offense that she tries to keep out of her voice.
“How do you know? I might.”
“You won’t.”
She sits back, removing both her hands from him. He makes a choked noise and a sudden, aborted movement, hands jumping up as if to grab her before he yanks them back. She shuffles back, settles on her calves. Tries not to openly glare at him, and only partially succeeds. Annoyance still pricks at her skin.
“Try me.”
She opens her mouth, and points a finger to it.
“Want to fuck my mouth?”
From the sharp inhale and the way his eyes widen, she’s positive that’s a yes.
“Go ahead.”
She watches his throat bob with a swallow. His eyes fixate on her lips.
“Are…are you sure.”
She opens her mouth again, lets her tongue loll out, and very deliberately raises her brows. A clear challenge.
He rises to meet it.
She has to rise too, technically, up to her knees when he almost immediately stands and moves to her. Then he’s sliding a hand around the back of her head, and pulling her forward. Pulling her onto his cock.
That act alone is hot enough to make her forget all about her previous irritation.
His first few thrusts are a bit unsteady, almost erratic — like he’s still struggling to maintain control. But that disappears pretty quick. As soon as she starts using her tongue, in fact. He moans when she does; there’s a pause in movement.
The hand on her head fists tightly into her hair, and then…finally…he starts moving.
This… this is what she’d been missing with Midoriya.
There’s no concern for how she’s doing. She’s sure she could still push him off, if she really wanted to. She knows a dozen different ways to get his legs out from under him — and of course if she’s really desperate she can always make things extremely uncomfortable for his dick, which will almost definitely prompt an immediate release. Technically in such a situation, where she can’t speak, she knows one should have a signal of some sort already decided on to indicate when it’s too much…but in the moment she really can’t give a fuck. Combat prowess will just have to do instead.
The noises he makes as he fucks her mouth, the wet sounds the action alone makes — the sounds she makes, muffled whimpers and aborted breaths, the occasional gag she swallows down or fights through. The way his hand forcibly holds her still, the way his grip tightens in her hair sometimes, enough to hurt. The pain, the lack of control, his obvious pleasure in it all — it all combines into one heady rush that sweeps through her in a wave of arousal stronger than anything she’s felt in a long, long time. It almost feels like a relief, to finally get to really experience what she’s long wanted and know that yes she was right, she really does like this.
“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got lips made for sucking cock,” Todoroki gasps unexpectedly, voice rough, and she chokes; both in shock, and on a particularly hard thrust. He groans as her throat constricts about him. “Fuck.”
The hand in her hair tightens again; and then is slowly pushing her forward, forcing her down his shaft. Heat throbs between her legs, then throbs again when he pulls her back up, pain sparking on her scalp, his dick thick and stretching her mouth more than she’s used to, making her strain. It’s like he doesn’t even see the tears springing to her eyes when she looks up; his gaze is instead fixed on her mouth, wrapped around him, lips probably red and wet and messy. She sees him swallow and lick his own, looking wild.
“Fuck.”
His other hand comes up to join the one in her hair, grips her firmly — and fucks forward again, hard, movements rough and violent.
She chokes; drool escapes past her lips, wet and messy, and tears are definitely starting to spill from the corner of her eyes. She can’t move or pull away at all— it’s like she’s just a hole for him to use.
The thought is so goddamn hot, she feels herself get wet enough to soak through her panties.
“You ever do this with Midoriya?” Todoroki pants, and her attention snaps back to him from where it’d been split between trying not to gag, and wondering if it’d be okay to reach a hand down and start touching herself. She looks up through blurry, tear-filled vision as he uses his grip to pull her hair, tilting her head up; though once more, he doesn’t meet her gaze, but instead stares at where his cock slides between her lips. He’s breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed and expression wild. “You ever let him fuck you like this? I bet not.”
She whimpers a little, arousal jumping. Man, he must really be losing it — Todoroki would never say this normally. Or at least, she doesn’t think he would, though she supposes she wouldn’t really know.
She tries to shake her head in answer to his question, but finds she can’t. He’s holding her too tight. Still, he feels the movement.
“Never made you choke like this?” he says, and presses in slowly on his next thrust. Her eyes go wide as he slides down her throat; the urge to gag grows stronger when he doesn’t leave this time. She chokes hard and whimpers, new tears welling up and flooding down her cheeks.
“Swallow,” Todoroki says, watching her struggle with a hungry look in his eyes.
She does, trying to work her throat around him and relieve the urge to gag; it works, a little. He groans as she constricts around him, eyes fluttering shut a moment.
“That’s right, like that. Good girl.”
Oh, goddamn.
A muffled sound escapes her as his praise sends a spike of heat straight through her body, piercing like an arrow hitting bullseye. She feels herself get even wetter, and closes her eyes with a whine. God she’s aching. It’s unbearable.
“Oh, you like that?”
The hands on her head re-adjust, card through her hair a little.
“You like being called a good girl?”
She opens her eyes tearily, cheeks hot and wet. She can’t really nod right now, but she makes an attempt, a small, aborted movement. He feels it.
“Fuuck.” He gives a low groan. “You are — you’re a good little slut.”
She whimpers, eyes closing as more tears escape. He groans again — and starts moving once more.
It’s harsh. Unrelenting. He’s fucking into her mouth hard, uncoordinated, focused totally on his own pleasure. The hands in her hair alternate between a hard grip yanking her forward so he can grind in her mouth, listening to her choke and gag as she fights to breathe, or tight fists that hold her still as he thrusts harder and faster, pulling at her hair and sending pain prickling over her scalp. He has no care for her right now, it seems, which feels the very opposite of how he usually is. Once more she doesn’t know if this is how he normally is in bed, or if the quirk is modifying his behaviour — and right now, in the moment, it doesn’t matter.
She has never been more turned on.
Her pussy is aching. She’s so wet it’s uncomfortable, pooling in her waterproof uniform. She wants it off, but there’s no way she can manage that right now. She wants him in her so fucking bad it hurts. The way he feels in her mouth, the sounds he’s making, the unrelenting way he holds her — she can’t help but picture him fucking between her legs with the same abandon, holding her down with the same force.
The thought sends a sharp bolt of heat right through her abdomen, so strong and so frustrating that she can’t help but sob, really sob, vision blurring with tears unrelated to how she’s being used.
To her surprise, Todoroki jerks to a stop.
“Uraraka?” He’s breathing hard; his dick is still in her mouth. “What is it?”
She opens her eyes to look up, fat tears rolling down her cheeks; he seems to realize she can’t reply the way she is and slips his cock from her lips.
She gasps a breath as soon as he does, then starts coughing hard, eyes scrunching shut, air burning down her abused throat.
She hears a thud and forces her eyes open to see, through hazy vision, that Todoroki’s dropped to his knees in front of her. He looks wild; cheeks still flushed and chest heaving, still clearly under the quirk’s influence, but fighting back.
“It was too much. Uraraka, I’m so sorry— ”
“No,” she says immediately, before he can really get going and probably start trying to run away again. And holy christ, she thinks she’ll die if he leaves right now. Her pussy is throbbing like a second heartbeat. “No, no, Todoroki that’s not it, you’re okay, it’s okay.”
“You’re crying— ”
“It’s not— not you, it’s— ”
She searches wildly for an explanation that’s not I started crying because you’re fucking the wrong hole. Absolutely nothing sane pops to mind.
Okay…then it’s time to join the insanity.
“I think…I think the quirk might be contagious,” she lies, in a stroke of brilliance. “By touch, maybe? I don’t know, but…suddenly, it’s…Todoroki, I…”
She breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, and is gratified to see his eyes drop to watch as if he can’t help it. Capitalize on that. Her voice is already rough and throaty from the abuse it's just been through, which she thinks sounds kinda sexy. Hopefully that helps.
She leans forward and lays a hand on his chest, looking up with big, pleading eyes.
“I want… more. Please, Todoroki, it…it feels like I’m burning up.”
Todoroki's eyes widen, his hands twitch — and then he holds himself very, very still. A shudder runs through his body.
“We can’t…any more than this, you…you don’t really want this, Uraraka.”
“I do,” Ochako says, a hair away from begging. She leans forward, splaying her legs and dipping her spine — she’s not usually this bold, but she’s supposed to be infected, which gives an excuse. She can act…not like herself. Like…like how she really wants.
She leans forward and noses up under Todoroki’s jaw. God, he smells good. She feels him tense, swallow; feels the hummingbird beat of his pulse, rapid and panicking.
She reaches the hand not clinging to him up behind herself and, slowly, starts unzipping the back of her uniform.
“I do, please,” she breathes. “It must be the quirk, but…your touch, it…it’s driving me insane.”
She finishes unzipping her uniform, releases Todoroki, leans back so he can see her…and pulls it down.
It clings to her skin, forcing her to go slow as she peels it off her shoulders, arms, chest. It’s not a very breathable uniform and Todoroki’s radiating heat, so it’s a relief to remove. Hopefully the act is also attractive. As she bares herself down to the navel, it…it feels like it is. Her skin is glistening with sweat, and Todoroki’s gaze immediately drops to her breasts.
Her nipples pebble under Todoroki’s stare — because yes, yes, he is staring, openly and hungrily. She wonders what she looks like to him; she hopes attractive. Desirable. Again — not like herself.
His hands twitch again.
“Please,” she breathes, and with a burst of boldness reaches up with her hands to start groping and playing with her breasts. She shudders involuntarily as she tweaks a nipple — god this feels good, god she’s wound up. God she hopes Todoroki is too. “Please…I need your hands on me, I need it…”
He lunges forward and slams her to the ground.
She can’t stop a yelp as her head hits the floor, but the pain is quickly forgotten when Todoroki immediately presses himself all over her, shoving up between her legs, hands replacing hers to grope at her chest as he kisses messily down her throat. There’s no grace or technique and that’s fine, more than fine — she moans as he gives her breasts a too-tight squeeze, as he bites hard at her shoulder then ducks down to suck at a nipple. He’s fondling her like a horny teenage boy.
The clear evidence of desire is hotter to her than any display of measured skill, and the thought of being able to reduce the ever-composed Todoroki Shouto to this with only her body — well, actually the quirk, but she doesn’t want to think about that — is so hot she could almost cum from it alone. She feels powerful — wanted. Even if she’s not.
For now, at least — for right now, she is.
“So hot,” Todoroki mutters when she bucks against him with a whine at a particularly hard squeeze. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking hot Uraraka.”
A surge of both emotion and arousal swells up, so strong she can hardly distinguish the two. There’s a wellspring of something deep that she doesn’t want to examine in the moment that feels so hungry for that praise — for someone like Todoroki to see her that way.
Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. She blinks them away and ignores it.
Instead, she wraps her legs around Todoroki’s waist.
“Please fuck me,” she gasps, rolling her hips again. She can feel his dick against her stomach, hot and hard, and her arousal once more surges to the fore. “Please, please, I want it so bad.”
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Todoroki hisses to himself, sounding tortured even as she feels his dick twitch. “Uraraka, you don’t…”
“I do,” she cuts him off, not wanting to hear any more. She wraps her arms around him and holds him to her. Please don’t leave. I’ll be good. I want this so bad, god, please! “I do, Todoroki, I swear I do. It’s okay, it’s…we just, we just need this right now, it’ll be okay. I just need…I need you inside, please.”
“Fuck,” Todoroki says hoarsely, sounding wrecked already. “Need me inside?”
“Yeah,” she says, nodding desperately. “Yeah, please, Todoroki, please. Feel so empty. Need you to fill me up.”
“Fucking hell,” Todoroki whispers against her skin, breath hot. He buries his face between her breasts as he gropes them and groans, long and low.
"Christ, your tits are amazing."
Somehow, despite the vulgarity, the compliment still makes Ochako blush. She tightens her arms around his torso and rolls her hips again, rubbing against him. The urge to get off is so strong, she’d hump him to completion now if she could.
Todoroki sits up, sudden, forcing her arms to release their grip.
He stares down at her with an expression she can’t fully read, save for the obvious want. His eyes trail down her body and she squirms a little, arching her back to emphasize her breasts, hoping to god she can tempt him. She doesn’t know who would want her outside of Midoriya, but she has to fucking try.
His hands reach out and tug at her uniform, bunched up about her waist.
“Take this off.”
The wave of relief that rushes through her is so strong that, for a moment, everything else fades.
Then Todoroki’s hands are moving to his own pants, shoving them down, and she snaps to.
She has to unhook her legs from about his hips and scooch back to get some room, but once she does she wastes no time getting her uniform and panties off. Her underwear’s so wet it’s fucking stuck to her, and makes an audible noise when she peels it away.
Todoroki, hands now fumbling with his boots, immediately looks up.
Ochako’s face turns red.
Oh god, that sounded so gross! Just when she thought she was doing okay…christ, she is the least sexy person alive.
She looks away, fighting back hot embarrassment, and focuses on getting her final pantleg off, throwing the whole mess to the side. She can’t make eye contact right now.
Suddenly, strong hands grip her thighs — force them open — and drag her forward.
She yelps, startled, and falls onto her back as her hips are abruptly levered up. She manages to get up on her elbows — then yelps and falls back again when one of her legs is hoisted up even further, up and over Todoroki's shoulder.
Cheeks flaming, she props herself up again enough to see Todoroki holding the leg resting on his shoulder with one hand while the other forces her other leg wide open, his attention very much on what’s in between.
Ochako swallows hard, feeling like she’s going to combust. Arousal pulses in her stomach anew, but lingering embarrassment sours it. The urge to close her legs grabs her —
But then Todoroki is dropping the leg he’s splayed to the side, and touches her.
Ochako makes a strangled noise as a finger slips along her folds, sliding easily in the slick. For a moment surprise supersedes everything else — and then Todoroki spreads her with his fingers, staring all the while.
Her hole tenses and flutters at the stretch he’s forcing, which is mortifying. She can feel that her tight uniform has smeared her wetness messily across her skin, embarrassingly obvious.
Her cheeks burn and she shuts her eyes, unable to look at Todoroki’s face.
“So wet for me,” Todoroki murmurs quietly, and rubs a finger in her slick, feeling it. “You got this wet just from sucking me off? From me fucking your mouth?”
Ochako has to cover her face with her hands at that, trying to hide how red she must be. At least it sounds like he’s not disgusted, which is a huge relief. Still embarrassing to be looked at like this…
And yet, with Todoroki’s words, she gets even wetter.
God, there’s just something about…being on display like this, Todoroki so obviously ignoring her discomfort…it’s like all her fantasies coming true at once. Her arousal is now starting to slowly eat away at her humiliation, mixing into a potent cocktail.
“Are you getting wet from this?” Todoroki says with a tinge of disbelief in his voice, obviously having felt her…reaction. His fingers, after all, are right there.
Ochako whimpers. She could die she could just die even as her breath starts coming quicker and she feels herself get wetter, again. Todoroki, again, can feel it— and Ochako tenses when he slides his finger over a little, and presses it right over her hole.
The sound she makes at that is only part shocked inhale — the other part is too lewd to think about.
“So cute,” Todoroki mutters, as if to himself. “Fucking hell, so cute.”
His finger presses in a little…and Ochako makes another sound, a high-pitched noise as her eyes snap open and her torso twists, hands flying off her face.
Oh fuck she wants more of that, more. It’s such a small touch, hardly anything, yet from him, right now, it feels like lightning. Her embarrassment, anticipation, arousal; it all combines to make her as reactive as a live wire.
“Please,” she gasps desperately, finding her words, “please, Todoroki, more — please, please, I want it, want you, please— ”
“Fuck,” Todoroki says, voice rough, staring at where his finger enters her. He slips it inside more only to press down, forcing a stretch. She moans and squirms, heat lancing up her veins.
“Yeah,” Todoroki says to no one, sounding like he’s barely there. “Yeah.”
And then removes both hands from her so he can finish yanking off his boots.
They’re thrown to the side in a second, and then he rips off what remains of his clothes so fast it straddles the line between ridiculous and impressive. She hardly even notices. What matters, what all her attention is on, is the way he quickly respositions himself between her legs, slowly pumping his dick and staring hungrily.
She spreads her legs. Todoroki groans.
God but she wants him to just slide into her. She props herself up on both elbows and sweet fuck, the noises he’s making as he strokes himself— she wants to hear more. Her head swims; she feels near dizzy with want. Her pussy is throbbing so fucking badly she could cry. Again.
She reaches a hand down and spreads her lips, breathing hard.
“Todoroki. Please.”
Todoroki stares at her — all of her, this time, though his gaze definitely lingers most where she holds herself open.
He moves closer.
His face is so flushed he looks almost feverish — she can see sweat beading across his bare torso. He sways a little as he moves, as if having trouble balancing; his gaze is hazy, eyes dark. Were she a better person she might be concerned.
But those eyes are fixed on her. Fixed on her… as if she’s all he can see.
In the moment, concern is the last thing she feels.
“Can’t fucking…Uraraka,” he groans, and she startles as he almost collapses down on her, folding in half at the waist. His breath is hot against her ear, and an alarming amount of heat radiates from his skin — but then she feels the smooth line of his dick rub against her and all thoughts scatter. She grinds against him with a whine.
“Can’t think,” Todoroki pants against the side of her head, moving against her in turn, getting himself wet. “Uraraka, can’t…wanna fuck you. Please, please, wanna fuck you.”
She whines again, and plants her feet to thrust up against him, hard. Maybe he’s worried he might hurt her, some residual decency peeking through. He does seem the sort who’d usually do more prep. But there’s no need; she’s so wet and ready, she feels she could take the fucking Skytree right now and be fine.
“Do it.”
There’s a shaky breath by her ear—
And then he enters her in a single thrust, hard and without hesitation.
She lets out a scream, back arching; fuck, but he feels bigger than she thought. There’s a definite stretch, bleeding a little into pain, but that just makes it even better; she likes the sting. Midoriya would never have done this.
Todoroki lets out a noise as well, guttural and loud, and she can see his shoulders tense where he hovers over her. He’s breathing harshly.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering to himself, like a man possessed, like a man trying to regain control. “Fuck, fuck— ”
She wraps her arms around his back and tightens, deliberately, around him.
He cuts off with a hiss.
She sucks in a breath. Whispers desperately into his ear.
“Do that again.”
There’s a moment’s pause.
Then, he sits up.
Ochako almost panics for a second — but then he’s grabbing her by the waist and levering her ass into his lap, pulling their hips flush. She jerks and gasps; then braces her arms by her head.
He fucks her, hard.
It’s a good thing she braced; he would’ve fucked her across the floor, otherwise. As it stands she’s still jolted with every thrust, hands firm against the floor and biceps flexing as she meets his every move, gasping and moaning as he pounds into her without regard. Fuck it’s good — fuck but it’s been a long while since she’s been fucked like this. And even when Midoriya did go hard she could always tell he was still thinking, whirring away in the back of his head, tabulating her reactions and acting accordingly.
Todoroki looks like he could fuck her unconscious right now and not care; feral noises slipping from his lips as he moves, hands so tight on her hips it might bruise, eyes either staring at nothing or at the jolt of her body, the bounce of her breasts. He’s so close to the right angle but not quite there, and somehow the fact that he just doesn’t give a fuck, that she’s being used for his pleasure makes her so fucking hot she could cum from that alone. She can feel it, that familiar sensation, sparking and coiling and snapping between her legs — she just needs to —
She changes the angle of her hips a bit and cries out when he rubs her just right. Her spine curves, eyelids fluttering.
Oh fuck yes, right there.
“Mm, yeah, you like that huh?” Todoroki says, a sharp grin slipping onto his lips as he snaps his hips. She yelps at how deep he hits, writhes on the floor.
“Yes yes yes fuck yes please Todoroki, fuck— ”
“Such a fucking slut,” Todoroki swears, and Ochako moans, loud, sounds getting higher and higher. “Pretty cock-hungry slut. Could’ve just pushed you down from the start, couldn’t I? And you would’ve spread your legs and — ah — taken it.”
Arousal snaps hard; she moans again, gasps, and slides a hand down her body to press her fingers over her clit. She hasn’t got the wherewithal to do anything more than that, but with the way Todoroki moves her whole body she hardly needs to — the pads of her fingers rub against her just right with every jolt. Her head tosses to the side and her hips jerk against Todoroki's, begging release.
“Yes, yes, please — oh please, please, fucking give it to me— ”
"Mm, fuck," Todoroki moans. "Bet Midoriya never fucked you this good, did he?"
"No," Ochako's gasping before she can think twice, arousal flashing. "No, no, he didn't — o-oh god, Shouto— "
"That's right, call my name," Todoroki pants, before a low noise slips from his lips and his face creases. "Ahhh fuck, I’m gonna cum."
He presses forward, bending her in two. She whines — has to reposition her hand. Todoroki either doesn’t notice, doesn’t care, or both.
“You want that?" he groans. "Want me to cum in you?”
“Oh fuck fuck,” Ochako gasps as heat surges in her veins at that, the words, the tone, everything striking just right. Jesus christ she’s close. “Oh god yes please, please— ”
“Fucking slut,” Todoroki spits. His hands slip on her hips; she keeps her legs hooked tight about him, keeps him close. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you my fucking cumdump. You want that? Open your legs for me whenever — mmm — whenever I want?”
The jolt of arousal Ochako feels at that nearly sends her over.
The mental image of just that, the two of them on patrol and then Todoroki pulling her aside to fuck her in an alley and then maybe just…leaving her there, dripping cum…
She presses a finger against herself, hard, and cries out. It almost hurts. It does hurt. It feels good.
“Yes yes fuck yes, oh please, fuck, oh god please I’m gonna — a-ah, ah! Ah fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna — Shouto p-please, fuck— ”
Her whole body arcs into a curve as she feels the heat between her legs begin to crest. Her hips move erratically against Todoroki's as she chases that feeling, fingers rubbing furiously on her clit. Her mouth opens, tongue lolling out; she doesn’t even register it, too focused on chasing that high, too overwhelmed by the building wave of heat under her skin. She’s panting and tense and straining and this all registers only vaguely, unimportant, secondary to the intense pleasure racing to a finish under her skin. She is so close.
Distantly she feels Todoroki groan loudly as she tenses and twitches about him, feels him thrust harder, shorter, uncoordinated, hands gripping hard once more and yanking her up into him. That harsh sensation is almost too much, but she can only manage a gasping noise of protest before he twitches and stills. She feels a burst of wet warmth inside her at the same time as a deep moan leaves his lips.
“Ahhh, fuck.”
She cries out right after; a thin, shuddering wail. The sound of him swearing as he grips her body, as he cums inside her, is enough to snap the building tension.
Electricity races up her spine; pleasure roars up after it. She’s shaking, trembling, making — some noise, she’s not sure — and tightening around Todoroki like a vice as it feels like her whole body lights up. Everything seems muffled; just barely she hears Todoroki moan again. She feels his hands slide up her straining torso, cup her breasts, squeeze and fondle. Heat sparks from his touch.
“Yeah, fuck, that’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl, baby, come on. Come on, Ochako. Cum for me.”
She throws her head back and moans.
“F-fuck!”
She’s not sure how long the rolling heat making her shake lasts; only knows she’s signed out of reality for a blessed few moments of extended ecstasy until it all recedes enough for her to think. Her whole body still feels electric even as the heat slowly ebbs, pleasantly fading from a fire to a simmer under her skin. She’s shaking in the aftermath, small twitches and trembles as aftershocks of pleasure light up random nerve ends.
Todoroki’s breathing is unsteady above her as she twitches about him, though she can’t see his expression; her eyes are shut, her head flung back as she breathes heavily herself. She is aching and hot and sweaty and god… it feels so good.
Eventually, as she finally gains the wherewithal to open her eyes, Todoroki does what looks like a slow collapse. Sinking down, he braces his forearms on the floor, framing her head as he folds in half. His breath is loud in her ear, still rough. The heat trapped between them is starting to become uncomfortable, but she can’t bring herself to move. Doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want this to end.
Did that do it? Will he be…back to…normal, now?
The thought is a cold stab of disappointment in her otherwise empty head, floating high on a cloud of bliss. Immediately after, she feels guilty. No no, that’s what we want, that was the point.
A few moments later Todoroki shifts again with a groan, and it seems finally time to speak.
“You okay?” she asks quietly, which seems like a safe question to start off with. Maybe that hadn’t done it. Maybe they need to fuck more. That’d be nice.
“I…”
Todoroki groans again, and it’s not a good groan. Not agonized either, but certainly not happy. Sounds a lot like what Denki sounds like trying to recover from a hangover.
“Fuck. I…”
He lifts himself up, a hand on his head, and Ochako feels a stab of concern at his expression. He looks almost confused, nauseous.
“What just happened? I…did we…”
He sits up fully and looks down at where they’re still joined, and the blood drains from his face.
He covers his face with both hands with another groan.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Todoroki— ”
Ochako carefully detaches herself and sits up, concern starting to grow. Wet cum starts to trickle out from between her legs onto the floor, triggering a mild flash of arousal, but she pushes that aside.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, I fully consented.” More than. “You weren’t yourself, you…”
She hesitates, and looks him over. The flush under his skin has rapidly receded, and he looks almost sallow now. Sick.
“Do you…remember everything?”
“Yes,” Todoroki says from behind his hands, voice rough and strained. “Yes, I do.”
“Okay.”
Ochako fumbles a moment, not sure what to say.
“Um, well…it…you don’t need to…there’s nothing to feel guilty about, you know. If you are. It…um, I…this happens, right? Quirks, right? Nothing we could do. And I didn’t…I didn’t mind, um, helping you out.”
“I fucking passed it to you,” Todoroki says, still sounding strained. “Should’ve just gone to the hospital— shit.”
He finally drops the hands over his face and looks at Ochako, who jolts to see that his eyes are wet.
“Fuck, Uraraka, I am so sorry.”
Guilt springs to immediate life in her chest.
She shuffles forward without thinking, desperate to comfort, to make this okay. It wasn’t that bad, right? It, it was good for both of us. I didn’t…this was okay.
She places his hands on his arms — and he shivers and pulls back.
She swallows, hard, hands left midair.
“Todoroki, I promise, I…I don’t blame you for any of this.” She tentatively places her hands on his arms again and this time he doesn’t pull back, though she feels him shudder. She can feel tears wanting to well up in her throat at that, and immediately punches them back.
“None of this was ideal, but…it’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault.” Is that true? She ignores the thought. “And it actually felt good, so…you didn’t, y’know. Hurt me, or anything.”
Todoroki gives her a look.
“And the things I said? You’re honestly alright with that?”
Ochako’s pussy gives a traitorous throb. She shifts awkwardly in place, cheeks heating.
‘Alright’ is an understatement. She's still getting flashes of arousal just feeling his cum leak out of her.
An immediate instinct to deny any interest in such things rises up when she opens her mouth to speak, habitual. But not only would it be ridiculous to try that now, she also…she doesn’t want Todoroki feeling any worse than he already does.
“Um…yeah, actually.”
She looks away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and gathers her courage.
“This is a little embarrassing, but I actually…kinda like…that kind of dirty talk.”
She sneaks a glance back, fear fluttering in her heart — maybe Todoroki only said all that because of the quirk, maybe regular Todoroki thinks that stuff is weird — but to her intense relief, she sees only surprise.
And then…doubt.
“You don’t need to…you don’t need to lie to make me feel better, you know.”
For a moment she doesn’t follow…until she does.
“Oh— oh, no, I’m not!” she says immediately, emphatic. Worry about herself is immediately superseded by the need to reassure. “I’m absolutely not, I promise! That’s actually even, like, part of why Midoriya and I broke up — I mean, not, not only that, obviously, but like, we didn’t, um, we weren’t…we had some issues in bed — which wasn’t his fault! — but y’know, it like…”
She trails off, and turns red.
“Oh god, sorry, that’s…that was TMI, wasn’t it.”
Todoroki does look a little shocked — but to her continued relief, still not judgemental.
“No, that’s…that’s fine. I guess that…”
He clears his throat, eyes flicking to the side.
“I guess that makes sense, for Midoriya.”
A nervous giggle escapes her — and her heart swells as Todoroki finally gives a very, very small smile.
“Yeah, he’s…he’s, uh, super nice.” She shifts in place. “Which sometimes, y’know, I don’t…want.”
Todoroki's eyes flick down at her movement, then quickly away, his cheeks flushing pink. He clears his throat again, then seems to realize how exposed he is as well and reaches for his discarded underwear to pull them back on.
Ochako takes the cue to remove the hand she still has on his arm and put it between her own legs, which is the best she can do for her own decency right now without getting back into uniform. Which she honestly doesn’t want to do before she’s at least had a shower. She doesn’t bother covering her breasts; it seems a little pointless, and…well, there’s a part of her that kinda hopes to catch Todoroki still showing some interest.
“Thank you for…telling me that,” Todoroki says quietly, after his small scrap of dignity pulled back on. “It’s…reassuring. And don’t worry, I get it.”
Ochako lets out a shaky, relieved breath. “You do?”
Todoroki’s lips thin.
“I mean…you saw how I acted.”
“Oh, but— so that wasn’t…”
Ochako stops, then starts again.
“I mean, I was wondering if…if that was just the quirk.”
Todoroki blinks — then shakes his head.
“It definitely…exacerbated it. I mean, I didn’t feel in control. But it was still…it’s not…”
He seems to search for words a moment.
“I…like that sort of thing ordinarily, too.”
A true sigh of relief leaves Ochako’s chest, almost comically loud. Some of the tension in Todoroki's face eases, and his lips twitch; she gives him a small smile.
“Oh thank god. I mean, that’s…obviously I wish you hadn't been, uh…influenced.” Definitely, right? Yeah…yeah, definitely. “But honestly, it’s a relief to talk to someone else who feels the same way. I’ve always been nervous people would think I’m…I don’t know. A…a freak, I guess.”
“Oh.” Todoroki looks stricken — then sympathetic. “Oh, no. Definitely not.”
Her eyes, embarrassingly, water a moment. She sniffs a little, wipes at them quickly, and gives another smile.
“G-good.”
There’s a slightly awkward pause.
“Um. You should probably still go to the hospital, to be sure you’re all…good now.”
He nods.
“Right.”
She shifts a little. His eyes flick to her breasts at the movement, before quickly darting away.
A very small spark of something maybe like hope pricks to life in her chest, puncturing the growing guilt.
Maybe it wasn’t just the quirk? Though maybe that thought itself is false hope, fool’s gold. Only seeing what she wants to see, instead of what’s actually there.
And yet, she can’t help but grab for it.
“Um, you can shower here first, if you want.” She wriggles again and sandwiches her other hand between her legs too, so her arms now oh-so-coincidentally squish her breasts together. Todoroki doesn’t openly look again, but his cheeks do turn pink. She feels a faint sense of disbelieving delight. “I know I definitely need one.”
Todoroki gives an embarrassed smile.
“Yeah, that…would be appreciated.”
“Um. Would you like to…share? I mean,” she gives a shaky laugh, “we’ve already seen everything, right?”
Todoroki looks hesitant.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself if you’re not comfortable, you know.” His expression suddenly turns very serious. “I promise I won’t be upset or angry if you tell me no.”
She blinks, a bit taken aback at the sudden gravity he gives his words.
“...Yeah,” she says, after a pause. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
She reaches out to gently touch his arm — this time, he doesn’t stop her.
“It’s okay, Todoroki.”
His expression softens a little…but he still looks doubtful.
She leans in, earnest.
“I promise you: I’m not mad either. Or forcing myself. I…again, if I’m being really honest, I…probably enjoyed that more than I should’ve.” She looks down, feeling a flash of sudden shame. “I’m…sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”
There’s a long pause.
She can feel Todoroki’s eyes on her face, and when she finally looks back to meet them, finds his expression…searching, and a little confused. They both simply stare at each other a moment; looking, she assumes, for answers. She wishes the both of them could simply be honest, share whatever truth they have. But she’s not entirely sure she wants to hear his, and she’s also not sure she wants to entirely share hers.
Still, she clings to her fool’s gold. To the idea that he’s not mad, or discomfited, or put off — that she hasn’t ruined their friendship. To the idea that he might, maybe, possibly, want more. To the hope that, even if just a little…he might want her back.
“If the offer of that shower’s still open…” Todoroki says slowly, “I’d…like to take it.”
A smile breaks out on her lips, perhaps too wide, but she’s unable to hide her relief. It’s a rush so strong it momentarily wipes away everything else.
A smaller but just as honest smile pulls at his in response. Just seeing it makes hers bigger; the relief grows.
Maybe…maybe there is something true here after all.
“I’d like that.”