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Katsuki had been planning for this date for three weeks.
Well, he supposed, it had actually only been 24 hours, but that was all he had been able to pull of time between classes, training, and filling his basic human needs.
He had told Ochako that he was taking this mate business seriously, and he had meant it. After that very sudden, very life-changing hug they had shared in the dorm kitchen, Katsuki was spending every waking hour absolutely committed to both becoming top hero and the best possible mate.
It helped that Ochako made it so easy. Since they had found out, they had started spending nearly every waking hour together, training and generally getting to know each other better. Katsuki had felt they knew each other well enough, but he was baffled by just how much Ochako kept right beneath the surface. Like the fact that had she not decided on being a hero, she had wanted to be an astrophysicist with a focus on black holes. Or the fact that her nest was flooded with stuffed kangaroos, all of whom were named. It was so downright adorable Katsuki felt like he was gonna explode.
She was also learning a lot about him, like how insecure he sometimes felt, like he was pushing himself up on an uneven platform, and at any moment all of it was gonna crumbling down.
When he first told her, she began crying, and Katsuki had been sure he had shared too much, but she just held him. Had cocooned both of them in soothing pheromones and said she felt the same.
He hadn't told her, but he had felt so much better knowing the one other person he felt he could look up to also felt the same.
So, to Katsuki, this date had to go perfect.
It was a Friday evening. Katsuki was in his room, trying to tame the mess his hair was usually in. He had told his parents that he had found his mate and his mother had gone into absolute hysterics about how happy she was for him.
His father though.
Katsuki's father had instead pulled him aside, and asked if it was Ochako without any preamble. Had smiled slyly when Katsuki said yes, and told Katsuki to get him her measurements as soon as possible for their date.
So Katsuki was standing in front of his full length mirror, smoothing the already perfectly smooth linen button-up his father and gotten him to go with a vest and pants that felt so nice Katsuki didn't even have the heart to ask what fabric they were made of when his father had given them to him in a box. Much to Katsuki's chagrin (and genuine relief) his father had put some extra-strength microfiber towels and condoms in the box with a note that said "Better safe than sorry'.
Katsuki didn't know if his mom knew about any of it, but he certainly wasn't about to bring it up to her. His father had let him know they would be out of town as of this morning, so if they needed somewhere to go that wasn't back to school, that was always fine.
Katsuki was a little terrified at that concept, but was glad for the option of it anyway.
When he was finally at least moderately pleased, he had gone down to the commons, pulling his phone out to stall for time since he was actually a full 20 minutes early for the time they had agreed upon.
He could feel the buzz of excitement and fear through the bond, the hint of her sage scent like a delicate perfume as her felt her emotions. It felt almost overwhelming this close to their first date, and Katsuki was having a hard time keeping his own anxiety down. He hoped she couldn't feel it too strongly through the bond.
When she came through the archway, Katsuki felt like his breath had been punched out of him. She was in a high-low dress with a delicate floral design embroidered into a deep sage colored fabric, looking so soft and delicate on her form.
Katsuki could taste her anxiety as he stared at her, but couldn't begin to speak.
After a moment's pause, she fidgeted and said," Well? Do you like it?"
"Yeah," Katsuki breathed out after standing up, taking in all thew minute details.
Ochako grinned. "Good. I picked out the floral design," she said, sounding proud of herself.
As she should be, a voice in the back of Katsuki's head shouted. She looked like a dream, the softness of the dress and design only complimenting everything about her. She looked ethereal and Katsuki couldn't do anything to stop himself from running his fingers over the off shoulder sleeves to see if it felt as soft as it looked.
She shivered a little when his fingertips reached skin, but didn't stop until he had tangled his fingers in hers, eyes on her expression the whole time. She looked overwhelmed in the best way, and the feeling through the bond only amplified that.
"Ready?" he asked, a little out of breath himself.
"Ready," she replied, smile as bright as the sun, and let him lead her out the door.
Seeing Ochako's face when they rounded the corner to the planetarium made every part of the planning process absolutely worth it. She looked like a child at Christmas, grabbing onto one of his arms and shaking like she was trying to knock him over in her excitement.
"This is the Smoot planetarium! Are you kidding me? This place is incredible," she began, starting to talk about the astrophysicist that it was named after. Katsuki breathes a silent sigh of relief, glad that this had been a good move. Carefully, he tugs her in, getting tickets right at the center. Ochako is still talking as they sit down, though her volume drops considerably. It isn't until the lights drop that Katsuki feels the sudden rush of it all. Something about the dark makes all of it feel so much sharper. It's the first time they're in the dark together and the feel of it is electric. Katsuki can feel his pulse in his throat, and when he tries to swallow it down, it's like it's stuck.
Daring a glance over at her as the stars come into view, he can see the awe in her expression. The lights twinkle off her eyes and Katsuki can only wonder at how he got so lucky. It's everything he can do not to pull her into a kiss, drown in all of it, this somehow overwhelming experience.
It's added to when the speaker comes in and starts talking, Ochako leaning over to fill him in on the things that the speaker doesn't say, the facts she was so enamored with as a child like a stream of music to his ears. Her fingers press into his arm, the whisper of her voice tickles at the skin behind his ear. It all feels like too much and not enough at the same time, making Katsuki's blood boil.
She fidgets against him, voice full of awe and excitement. She looks over at him at one point and Katsuki feels like he's drowning in her. her scent, the feel of her, her excitement making the whole experience than it possibly could have been with anyone else.
She smiles then, a new twist to her lips. She leans in closer, and he can feel the heat rolling off her. It feels like heaven and hell in equal measure.
"Katsuki, are you holding up ok? You smell sweet," she says, a euphemism she started using to tell him that he smells like arousal. The sound of it coming from her mouth makes it stronger, and Katsuki can't even begin to explain how much more intense it all feels in the dark. He had described the want to touch her because of the mate bond as potent before, but that feels like a cool summer breeze in comparison to the way his skin itches to touch her, to pull her into his lap and touch her until he can feel her slick stain his lap.
"Perfect, Angel. Glad you're having a good time," he says, trying to press down the desperate desires clawing at the base of his spine. He has more date planned, and the last thing he needs is to get them kicked out of the planetarium.
He should have known better. Every single time hes tried to play anything off, she makes it a point to push him until he admits to it. Just a couple months in, and shes got him down to a T.
She hums a little, and at first, there's nothing. Katsuki makes the mistake of relaxing before he starts to feel her arousal. She had put a scent patch on, he can tell now, because despite the fact that he can feel her desperation through the bond, she still smells the same as usual. To make a bad time worse, he can almost see what shes thinking about. Its new, and overwhelming. He can feel the honey sweet trickle of her thoughts, the edges of visions of the things they could be doing right now.
He's painfully aware of her, so when he sees her rub her thighs together, it pulls his attention away from everything else. She's still listing facts about the constellation they're talking about, but it's overwhelmed by the hint of her thoughts of crawling into his lap and riding him until he bites at her scent gland.
Katsuki has never heard of being able to see what's in your mates head. He had specifically asked his parents to share everything about their bond, despite being horrified by some of it. But even then, they had said it was unique to each pair. Nothing was truly universal, though some things were more common than others.
"Katsuki?" she asks quietly, and he glances over at her. Her eyes are suddenly wide.
"Hmm?" he asks, and her thoughts have pulled away some.
"Are you thinking about a conversation you had with your dad?" she asks, voice extra quiet.
Katsuki blinks, then nods.
She nods back, eyes furrowed in consideration.
"Then, could you tell what I was thinking of?" she asks, head tilting to the side.
Again, he nods, and he can feel the flush crawling up his neck.
She looks equal parts embarrassed and pleased at that, but doesn't drown him in more of the visions. It's a mercy he appreciates while they come to terms with this new side effect.
Instead, she leans away, and as soon as they're not touching, he can't see or hear any of it anymore. It's just him inside his head again, and as much as he wishes he could pay attention to the show ahead of him, Katsuki is thinking about the potential uses of being able to share thoughts with a touch.
Eventually, the show ends and the lights lift, leaving Katsuki blinking.
His eyes find Ochako immediately. Her eyes are shut, small smile on her lips. She looked so at peace, so it's another hit of electricity when he taps the back of his hand against hers and he's drowning in more of the thoughts from earlier.
Katsuki has to hold his breath for a second, and then he sees her eyes slit open, the slightest smirk on her mouth.
"Gotcha," she says, and then she's standing, smoothing out her skirt. Katsuki can feel the edge of smugness off her though she keeps her face mostly neutral.
"Not to say I'm not interested in teasing you more, but I have a feeling you have more planned tonight?" she asks, though it'/s more of a statement. Katsuki has to shake himself out a bit before nodding, committed to making this the best date shes been on to date.
"Yeah, we're getting sweets," and he offers up his arm. She threads her hands through it, no longer touching his skin. He doesn't have to be a genius to know she's trying to be polite, to let them both figure out whatever this is before they embarrass themselves.
The rest of the date should be more interesting, but Katsuki can still feel the trickle of her arousal in the back of his mind, sweet like syrup, and just as sticky. He's hard pressed not to let it control all his thoughts, trying not to be pushy. It's their first date, and he wants it to be special to her.
And yet...
Katsuki is starting to worry the one set of microfiber towels isn't gonna be enough. His palms are an absolute waterfall every time he looks at Ochako, the sway of her hips, the fit of the dress. Something about it all feels like a catalyst in his blood.
"Katsuki?" she eventually asks, and the sound of it sends a zing up his spine.
"Yeah," he responds, trying to ignore the way his pulse is thundering.
"Do we need to stop anywhere?" she asks, pressing her fingers into his wrist. He feels more than hears her concern about sweating through the towels, and he can't actually articulate how much he appreciates her not saying it out loud.
she must hear that, because she smiles at him, sweet and considerate. It puts him at ease.
"Yeah, if that's cool. My house is a couple blocks away," he says, and tries to imagine the route to see if she'll see it. Just to know.
He sees recognition spark in her, and she pulls them out of the pastry shop without buying anything.
He lets her lead, and its expected and incredible to see that she gets them there without any direction on his part. The pure tactical appeal of it is insane, and it makes him wonder just how strong they could be if they were partners on the field too.
He unlocks the door and immediately recognizes that someone must have put an industrial strength scent blocker somewhere in the house. Ochako snickers a bit.
"Do all the Bakugos have a problem with scent?" she asks, mirth in her eyes. Katsuki snorts.
"Nah. My parents are out of town for the weekend and my dad said the house was mine if I wanted it," he said, trying to make it sound casual. He's better now than he used to be at keeping his emotions calm, a simple one two three mantra in his mind to keep the anxiety down. He doesn't want her to get the idea that he was trying to push her.
"Well then," she says, grinning at him. "Gonna give me the tour?"
Katsuki smiles back and walks her through the house. It's his house, so he doesn't think much of it, but Ochako seems fascinated by it. She lingers in almost every room, looking over the wall tapestries his dad makes in his free time, examining the layouts, commenting on the decor. She seems interested in a way that's a little hard to put his finger on until she comments on the type of wood they used for the floors and he remembers her family is in construction.
Katsuki leaves his room for last, a little nervous to show her. She looks at it the same way she did with the other rooms, with the exception of throwing herself on his bed and inhaling the scent of his pillows. Its so comforting that Katsuki can't help but breathe an audible exhale.
"Can you move this bed to UA? God, we could actually sleep next to each other on this thing," she says, smiling up at him.
"As if we could do that," he snorts, starting to dig through his closet for extra cloths. There's more date planned, and he wants to make sure she gets the best possible experience out of it.
Ochako sits up and huffs, her already round cheeks puffing out. "Why not?"
"'Cuz I can barely keep my hands off you as is and I don't need any of those damn extras hearing anything," hew admits, not looking at her.
He really doesn't want to push her.
Ochako is silent then, long enough that Katsuki does actually look at her. Shes flushed, lips slightly parted.Her breathing is shallow, and Katsuki can't help the way the heaving of her chest brings his eyes down to the sweetheart neckline of the dress. She looks like a wet dream, and Katsuki can barely keep his thoughts together.
The trickle of her arousal is hitching up into a steady stream, and Katsuki feels like his blood is on fire when she gets off the bed and walks toward him.
"What's keeping your hands off me right now?" she asks when shes satisfied with how her body is pressed into his.The pants he's in aren't doing much to hide how hard he is and shes looking at him like she wants to swallow him whole.
"More date to go, Angel," he says, but he doesn't sound as confident as he means to.
She pulls his shirt up out of his pants, fingertips pressing into his stomach. The feeling of her arousal is stronger now, and she can't seem to focus on any one thought of what she wants them to do.
"Does there have to be?" she asks, and the feel of her short nails across the planes of his abs has his eyes squeezing shut.
"Thought I told you I was gonna take you on the best date of your life," he says, but he lets her pull him from his closet to his bed. She sits down and slots him between her thighs.
He can see the image in her head of him going down on his knees so they're at eye level, and he does it without even thinking. He's confused about it for a brief moment, but shes smiling sweetly at him, fingers carding through his hair.
"I think that can wait 'til next time," she says, thumb ghosting of his throat in thew way that makes his breath catch when they're making out in his bed at the dorms. "I've got other things I'd like to do while we have some space to ourselves."
She presses her lips to his, and its so good. Shes wearing that honey flavored lip balm he likes and shes moaning into his mouth. He can feel her slick as he presses up against her, can hear the trickle of want, want, want. She doesn't have to say anything for him to know she's completely on board with the idea of doing more.
It was supposed to be different than this, Katsuki thinks. He was supposed to take her on at least two really good dates before they got to this step.
But. Well.
Hard not to drown when all Katsuki can smell is her need. Its like an onslaught of feeling, her hands digging into his shoulders, her legs squeezing his hips, her tongue gliding across his lower lip. She kisses him like shes trying to know what he tastes like.
After a moment, Katsuki pulls back, can see how swollen her lips are becoming, the blown-out pupils.
"I've never done this before," he says, because he feels like it needs to be said out loud. She gives him a small smile.
"Me neither," she admits, but it doesn't stop her from pouring more visions of the two of them entangled.
"You sure?" he asks, because he has to hear it.
"So sure," she says, and that's really all it takes. This time, hes pressing into her, hands at her thighs, pulling her even closer.
She sighs sweetly into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he kneads her thighs between his hands. Shes equal parts soft and firm and it feels like heaven to get his hands on her like he wants.
Shes still pouring visions into his head, and he follows the thought of running his lips down her throat until hes at the swell of her breasts, nipping at he skin.
She gasps, looking down at him, lips so red. He has to rut against the mattress to relieve some of the tension, hands going to the lacing at the back of the dress. He fumbles with the bow she tied for just a little before it comes undone. He doesn't hesitate at pushing the top down, getting his mouth on her nipples like hes thought about.
She keens, hands digging into his hair to pull him closer. He can see her vision of him gripping her other breast, and it sounds like such a good idea that he immediately reaches up, rolling her nipple with his thumb.
She makes a noise he can't describe, and he wants nothing more than for her to keep making those noises. She sounds and smells so good it feels like hes coming unstitched.
He pulls away after a moment, too warm in his own clothes. He doesn't bother trying to unbutton his own vest, just tearing until the buttons come undone. Ochako makes a little noise at it, looking hungry.
He gets his shirt off easier, able to just pull it over his head. Ochako looks fascinated at the skin presented, as though she hasn't seen it before. He doesn't miss the way her thighs press together.
"Can I try something?" he asks suddenly, causing Ochako's gaze to snap up to his.
"Sure?" she says, though it sounds like a question.
"Take your dress off for me, Angel?" he asks, and finds himself surprised at how easily she gets the garment over her head. She looks out of breath, left just in some very lacy looking underwear.
He grins as crawls onto the bed, causing her to move back until shes up against his pillows.
"These look pretty, 'Chako. Were you hoping we'd do this?" he asks, trying to tease her.
He should know by now its a game hes not gonna win.
She smiles smugly at him when she opens her thighs and Katsuki realizes they're see through, and soaked. Her entire inner thighs are shiny with her slick, and she smells so good.
"Planning, actually," she says, and Katsuki feels thunderstruck. He can barely come to terms with how bold she is, his mouth watering at the thought of drinking her slick.
It's a good thing that was already the plan.
Her grabs one of her ankles and pulls her down so her head is on the pillows. Her eyes are wide, looking down at him.
He runs his tongue along the wetness on her inner thigh, growling a little at how sweet she tastes. Like strawberries, sweet and ripe. He can barely think around the need.
She whimpers a little, and the visions in her head are of him pressing his mouth against her core.
He takes his time getting there, cleaning the slick off her thighs with his tongue. He had looked up how to do oral before, unwilling to go into anything unprepared. His friends thought it made him annoying. Right now, hes just glad that he has at least an inkling of whats happening.
"Katsuki, please," she says when hes at the apex of her thigh, wanting to tease her just a little. She sounds a little desperate, her eyes half-closed. It's got her winded in a way sparring never seems to, and Katsuki can't stop the way he fills with pride at how good he can tell she feels. the visions have gone from what she wants to do to this exact moment, and her need.
He pulls her underwear off, throwing them somewhere behind him. He takes a second to lift up and press his mouth against hers in a kiss, making sure shes still good.It feels very real, and he'd be lying if he didn't feel a little nervous.
She kisses him hard, nipping against his lips.
"C'mon, c'mon. Please Katsuki," she begs, and its so pretty. The strongest person he knows, coming unstitched because of him.
He settles back down between her thigh, running his fingers along her slit. She's still dripping slick, and her breath catches when his thumb runs across what he assumes is her clit.
Saying a quiet prayer, he presses his tongue up against her core and his mind blanks. If the taste of her on her own thighs was good, getting it from the source is nothing short of religious.
Her hands dig into his hair, a keen falling from her when he runs his tongue over her clit. He makes it a game, trying to get as many sounds out of her as he can. She's an unclosed tap on his tongue, and it makes him want to taste her more. It becomes a self feeding loop, where the better she feels, the more slick she produces, the more he wants her to feel good. He barely has to follow the visions in her head because its exactly what he wants to do.
Somehow, he misses the signs. So with another run of his tongue along her entire core, she cums. Her thighs close around his head, and he laps up at her slick,waves of pride rolling off him at the realization that he made her come.
When she loosens her legs, he sits up, taking in her blissed out expression. Her chest is heaving, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at him, awed.
"I thought," she says, trying to catch her breath, "you hadn't done this before."
Katsuki shrugs, not even bothering to hide his pride. "What can I say? It's a gift to be number one."
She snorts, throwing one of the pillows at him. Her laughter sounds so sweet he feels the smile soften.
"Do you want to keep going?" he asks, laying down next to her, brushing her hair out of her face. "We can stop if you want."
Ochako shakes her head, but looks a little shy.
Katsuki frowns a little. "Talk to me, Angel," he says, worried. He doesn't want her to feel pressured, and he worries she feels she has to return the favor.
"I wanna suck your dick, but I don't know how to be coy about it," she says, face turning red even as she tries to cover it with her hands.
Katsuki can't help the short laugh that bursts out of him, and then shes up on her knees, banging her fists against his chest.
"Shut up, shut up! It's not my fault you're so attractive," she says, and Katsuki can't keep the love-sick grin off his face.
"I'm all yours, angel. Whatever you wanna do," he says, trying to look benign as he lays down.
"Take off your pants then. I'm the only one naked, it isn't fair," she says, and he supposes she has a point.
He pulls his pants and boxers off in one go, eyes on her expression as she sees all of him.
He knows from communal showers that he's bigger than average. Hes a little worried about it, knowing a lot of people consider it a downside when there's too much.
Ochako's expression doesn't say any of that, though. She looks awed, and Katsuki hisses through his teeth when she wraps her hand around him.
"Katsuki, holy shit," she says, like a prayer.
Her brown eyes flick up to his. "Can I?"
Katsuki doesn't think he can speak while hand is gripping his cock, so he just nods.
The feel of her hand is almost overwhelming, and Katsuki has bite down hard on his lip to keep his hips still. He wants her to get acquainted with him at her own pace, so Katsuki chokes on a moan when she suddenly dips her head down and wraps her incredibly soft lips around the head of his cock.
She doesn't try to take all of him down, instead opting for keeping her hand around the base and exploring him with her tongue. Katsuki has to fist his hands in the sheets, desperate not to come in her mouth after just two minutes.
She lifts up, blinking at him. She seems pleased at his expression.
"I really wanna ride you. Can I?" she asks, her hand slowly running up and down his shaft.
"Whatever you want, Angel. Condoms in my pants pocket," he wheezes out, his hips lifting just a little into her hand.
She presses a kiss to the head of his cock, pulling a grunt from him before leaning off the bed to dig a condom out of his pants pocket.
She hands it to him, and he doesn't have to ask to know she doesn't know how to put it on. He's a little glad to have her hands off him for a second so he can mentally prepare for how good this is gonna feel.
When hes got it on, she straddles his hips, hands against his chest. She grinds against him, letting out a soft sigh as he catches on her clit.
"Ready?" she asks, and when he nods, she uses her hand to press the head against her entrance.
It's torture how good she feels, her walls fluttering around the head of his cock. Shes slow with how she sinks down on him, so slow he feels like hes gonna come apart any minute.
"Fuck Katsuki, how are you so thick?" she asks, and Katsuki has to grip at her thighs at the sound of her sounding so fucked out.
"Do you like that, baby?" she asks, mouth pulling up into a smirk. There's a thin sheen of sweat across her chest and Katsuki wants to lick it away. "Like when I tell you how good you feel? Because you really do. Makes me wanna just drop down on your cock over and over again."
"Chako, fuck, please," he manages, thoughts just hot and tight and wet. She feels like heaven, an Katsuki wants nothing more than to just thrust up into her.
"Aw, pretty Alpha, desperate for his omega's pussy. Does it feel good?" she taunts him, and he can feel her visions of him flipping her over and driving into her until hes spent.
"If you want something, you gotta ask Angel," he says, staying still. He knows she wants him to be a little feral. Can see it repeating in his mind. But he wants this to last, and he knows it won't if he fucks into her like they're both imagining.
She pouts, then circles her hips in a way that has him choking on spit. Shes finally bottomed out, and the slow circle of her hips is dizzying with how good it feels.
She starts to lift again, and Katsuki is almost worried hes gripping her too tight, but her core tightens every time his grip does so he figures its ok for now.
"Is my Alpha gonna treat me like I'm fragile?" she asks, and it stings his ego.
"Trying to push my buttons, Angel?" he spits back as her walls tighten.
"Maybe," she says, eyes flashing. "If I push enough, will you fuck me like we both want?"
He flips them then, and Ochako looks giddy.
"Turn over for me, baby. Good omegas who use their words get rewarded," he says, and shes quick to flip over.
He sinks into her with one thrust, and the moan she lets out is so good that he can't help the shiver that goes down his spine.
He starts a slow rhythm, grinding into her hes flush against her, listening to her soft sighs.
"Katsuki, please? Please, I wanna forget my name," she says, and its enough for him to let go of what small semblance of control he has left. He fucks into with abandon, the sound of her moans like music as he fights back his own end. She keeps his pace fast, hard, almost drunk on the sound of their skin slapping together.
He catches her off guard by pulling her up so her head is on his shoulder, a sound like a keen leaving her.
"Tell me how good you feel, Angel," he says, letting his fingers circle her clit. Her breaths sound frantic, her pupils blown wide as she looks at him.
"So good, gods, so good," she whimpers.
"You gonna come for me again, Angel?" he asks, and he can feel through her thoughts how close she is.
She nods frantically eyes squeezing shut.
"Be a good little omega and come on your alpha's cock then," he says, and just like that, shes coming unraveled. He has to be careful not to bite down on her neck as he cums, muttering praises into her ear as they come unraveled.
They both collapse, breathing ragged. Katsuki manages to collapse to the side of her, trying to decide if hes died. He's glad his mom had given him suppressants to keep the knot from forming, especially for the first time. Possibly the most embarrassing conversation hes ever had with her, but hes grateful for it now.
Ochako groans.
"Katsuki, stop thinking about your mom while I'm in afterglow," she whines, pushing his arm off her as she laughs.
Katsuki's face flushes deep red and he's about to explain himself when she presses one of her finger pads to his lips.
"Don't apologize. I was kinda wondering why you didn't," she says, then cuddles into his chest, wrapping her arm around his torso.
"You good?" he asks, because he wants to make sure she enjoyed it. He keeps hearing how omegas feel like they have to do what their alpha wants, but he wonders if maybe it goes both ways.
Or maybe it's just Katsuki.
Ochako laughs, settling in further. "I'm great. Are you good?" she asks, looking up at him. There's a small smile on her face, and Katsuki feels like his heart is in his throat.
"...Yeah. I'm good," he says, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Hes a while away from saying what hes thinking, but hes pretty sure he'll get there. Just as long as Ochako is right there with him.