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"Don't Overthink it"
Someone needed to pinch you because surely you must be dreaming. No way. Absolutely no fucking way in hell had you started your day with even a chance of what was currently unfolding, yet here you were.
"I think we can both agree things are a little intense here, yeah?" You'd stupidly told her.
The smallest nod of approval from Ochako but you could see the way her breathing had increased and subtle tells of her body hinted that her head was in the same space as your own. The last few months had been leading up to this point, you might have been kidding yourself assuming otherwise, but looking back now there's not way this powder keg wasn't bound to blow. It was always just a matter of time.
You respected Ochako, ever since the sports festival back in first year at UA you couldn't help it. No other person had ever dared face you head on in that manner against your quirk, so the fact she had laid the foundation for the relationship that would eventually be built on it. Not necessarily a romantic one, but a friendly one and later a professional one as well. No, from the start she'd always been Deku's. You'd known that even in moments of mental weakness when you'd catch yourself considering other possibilities as the pair of you grew closer.
"And I'm reading this correctly right?" You gauged as levelly as you could muster given how fast your own heart was racing. "I'm not interpreting this wrong?"
Those big doe eyes were locked onto yours, searching for an unspoken question you too couldn't ask openly in fear that 1% chance might be wrong and you fuck this all up but she shook her head telling you you weren't. So why was she hesitating?
After graduation she'd finally gotten together with Deku and for a time you truly expected them to be endgame. The nerd did too, over the years he'd mentioned marriage a time to two off handedly and genuinely you could see that happening. That is until he got the transfer offer to America.
If there was one thing Deku couldn't do, it was say no to an opportunity that would allow for a chance to do good or save people on a larger scale. He didn't turn it down despite being with Ochako nearly 3 years by that point. You don't know exactly what went down between them but in the end he left for America indefinitely and left the brunette absolutely devastated in his wake. You couldn't blame him, you knew being the carrier of One For All gave him the weight of responsibility to use it for the greater good probably more than was realistic. Not if it meant destroying his future with the woman he'd once considered marrying.
"So we should stop right?" Don't you dare fuck this up Katsuki. She's already suffered enough don't you dare put her through more.
Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly before opening to respond with, "if that's what you want?"
Ochako'd pulled herself together enough in the aftermath of his absence. Even started dating a new guy almost a year after he left for bigger better things. For a time the friend group thought it was a good thing for her, the best medicine to heal from the break up and move on. You did too..... until you caught them arguing in Yaoyorozu's kitchen during one of her parties. The things you'd overheard were damning. Awful enough you'd actually lost your cool and knocked the asshole's lights out right then and there to the horror of your friend.
That's the night that changed everything. It's the trigger point for what led you both to the current situation. That incident was what broke them up, was what had her staying at your place because in no world were you going to let her go back home to that guy after what you'd overheard. A few days turned into weeks and before you knew it a few months. You shouldn't be surprised things got to this point, not with the way the two of you constantly flirt and banter as if it were innocent. If only it were innocent.
Fuck. She was on the same page as you. The sudden realization that you two might actually act on this was both terrifying and overwhelmingly exciting. The smothering sexual tension that'd been building for weeks was millimeters away from snapping yet neither of you willingly moved to stop it. "It isn't. I don't want to stop if you don't."
The admission had her lovely features alight in surprise yet still she didn't move closer, giving you the ball to play. Foolish or not, you did.
Leaning in a hair, one hand lifted to meet the side of her jaw, on contact the smallest intake of anticipation could be heard on her behalf and how hearing it sent a rush into your guts. "But we should stop right? This could ruin things?"
She actually leaned into your touch, the heat of her skin that much more alluring knowing she wanted you to do so, "it could, but it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to. Don't over think it."
That didn't help your case, cause oh the things you were willing to do for her. She was alright with that? Was she actually or just trying to appease you after having to do so with her ex? Did she feel like she needed to pay you back for letting her crash with you? Was it out of pity?
"You don't owe me anything Cheeks, you know that right? Aren't you worried I'll end up hurting you in one way or another?" You breathed hotly yet still you continued to drift into her orbit farther and farther like a comet threatening to crash into the sun. Every move closer was warming your cheeks with a flush of building anticipation, her radiance simply impossible to ignore anymore.
Those gorgeous eyes of hers lulled, half closed in that oddly seductive way you'd only ever seen granted to Izuku yet here she was giving them to you. Something about seeing it set off a flurry of bubbles in the pit of your stomach, it made you feel nearly holy in a way. Shit, she really meant it. She really was down to do this. "I know, and you won't." A simple whisper in response. "I trust you."
Did she to that extent? You knew she did with her life, that was obvious just in your line of work, but with her body? In this manner? Did you trust yourself with it? Lips mere inches apart your better judgement was fighting tooth and nail to pull the brakes despite how badly you also wanted to let this happen. She wasn't Deku's anymore and she willingly wanted the same thing you did, you were both adults and single so it shouldn't matter. This wasn't breaking bro code right? Even if it technically was did you really give a shit?
"Ochako." It was a soft exhale that unfortunately gave away your uncertainty because this really could fuck up a lot of things if it went south. "If you don't want this, If you need me to stop you need to tell me now because I'm not going to be able to keep holding back."
In response she simply leaned in to close the gap, those pouty lips brushing your own with a hint of what she was willing to give while those lovely eyes gazed longingly at you just begging for you to give in already. "Then don't, keep going if it's what you want too."
When your lips connected it was like ice meeting fire, the pair simply melted into each other. Slowly at first, both lightly exploring the feel of the other with overly cautious regard should one decide to pull back and end it but that's not what happened. Where you expected Ochako to come to her senses and retreat the opposite took place. First her mouth met yours, then a tongue was added to which you returned gladly. The intensity built, realizing both parties actually did fully want what was happening and after that all bets were off. The internal switches were flipped and all that tension finally had an outlet to release.
Hands rising to meet the other, your bodies naturally gravitated to connect and to say having her weight building over you wasn’t enticing would be an lie. You hadn’t anticipated her to be so accepting to your movements, to your building wanting for what she was willing to give. The kissing easily transitioned into heavy making out and in no time the grinding commenced. Ochako was basically starting to straddle your lap, not that you weren't the pulling her onto it.
Not that you’d ever really considered it but she was a far better kisser than you might have suspected. The combination of her lips and tongue with the increasingly desperate grind of her pelvis along yours left no question as to what she wanted next.
Your shirt came off first, very quickly followed by her own. Maybe you might have thought things would go slow given not once in the near decade of knowing each other had this kind of thing occurred between you but whatever freakishly strong sexual tension had been brewing left no room for this consideration. Your hands worked to undo the fixture of her bra while hers eagerly pulled at your belt fixture with confident hands, seemingly able to undo it without even needing to look. That earnest need for your body had you throwing reason to the wind without second thought.
Even once you'd clear her of all clothing up top her body was so fixed to yours you didn't get a moment to register that you could actually see her chest fully exposed if you just looked down. Instead one hand locked on one of her breasts, mouth back on hers with a hunger that made you feel starved. Leaning in to wordlessly have her shifting backwards so you could have her on her back.
For the time nothing was said, your minds and bodies were on the same page and had the same need. Working perfectly in tandem like you did professionally while on a mission, you just knew what needed to be done simply by the others lead. With your frame over hers you easily pulled her leggings and underwear off her hips when she lifted her butt up to allow you. It was only when you pulled up onto your knees to fully take her bottoms off did you realize that in a matter of maybe 2 minutes you'd stripped her completely nude on your couch. Damn..... things had progressed so quickly.
Christ. You knew she was in good shape, she was a main part of your gym group so it goes without saying you've seen her plenty of times in a sports bra and work out gear. You can admit you'd checked her out a time or too subtly over the years, it's hard not to when she is all curve and muscle. Don't even get you started on the way her hero suit fits, but seeing her actually naked and naked FOR YOU. Fuck.
A shy little smile lit her face while her hands unconsciously went to lightly cover the freshly exposed area of her chest as though being perceived by you so openly suddenly made her self concious. Those pink cheeks of hers flushing an even darker pink that nearly matched Mina's usual complexion. You gawked. Honest you couldn't help it because she was objectively stunning. A plumpy cherub just begging to be worshiped. "Don't cover yourself," you insisted firmly while gently pulling her wrists up and away to the pillows so you could actually admire what she had to show. "Let me see how hot you are."
The way her face momentarily lit at the comment made you realize she genuinely hadn't expected you to think that way about her. Shame. Lord knows plenty of the guys on shift did, you included. You'd low key played guard dog for her unknowingly at the gym a handful of times against a few coworkers you knew didn't have good intentions the moment Deku broke things off and left for America. A bunch of extras looking to play the lead with Japan's Sweetheart. They could never worship her the way she deserved, but you could.
The hand currently on her waist slid northward to cup one of those large breasts, the volume of it easily filling your hand and on squeezing slightly elicited the smallest hum of approval despite her shyness. Face dipping down to her neck you placed a kiss to the skin and she let out a tiny gasp at the sensation. "Just breathe Cheeks," it was as much for her as it was you because seeing her like this, touching her like this was taking your breath away. "You can tell me to stop anytime. There's no pressure or obligation here."
Your lips traced lower, placing a harder kiss to the spot at the top of her sternum and following the line of it lower to between her breasts.
"Stop."
Immediately pulling back you looked up at her, suddenly worried you'd crossed some line and freaked out but instead of fear being written on her face, the smallest observant one regarded you. Another small smile, this time a little humored, "just checking to make sure you'd meant it."
Little shit. She scared you! Between your thumb and index finger lay her raised nipple and you gave it the smallest pinch but one firm enough to make her squirm. Oh how she did but thankfully a little giggle came with it. "I told you I would, but if you're gonna to tease me round face then expect the same."
The casual threat left no dent in the mood that was still easily moving things along. Your head dipped forwards again, placing a kiss exactly where the previous one had been before letting your tongue take over and graze down the spanse of her upper abdomen before stopping along the old scar a bit lower. The large one she'd gotten during the war when Toga had stabbed her, the same one that almost killed her. Without thinking you kissed it too, far more tenderly than you'd meant to but it felt necessary for some reason. Like you had to acknowledge the very thing that nearly took her from the world and could have robbed you of the unfolding interaction.
On her part Ochako was unbothered. Her hands slipped into hair, fingers splaying out into the roots once you'd continued your mission south. "And is that what you're doing? Teasing me?"
Her voice was so hot and bothered that you could literally feel dick pulse a bit in your boxers.
"I'll do whatever you want me to round face," you told her honestly despite it sounding more casual. Shifting back a bit you drew yourself between her legs a bit, in your hair her fingers unconsciously started gripping at the roots. Whether from excited, horniness or hesitance you couldn't be sure. "But again, if you need me to stop just say so. This isn't the gym, I'll let you tap out if you need to."
Somewhere above you caught her pause, fingers actually started pulling the roots as you teasingly nipped the inner part of her thigh. "You don't have to go down on me Kats," she half heartedly insisted. Always being overly considerate of everyone else evidently ran into the bedroom too or perhaps she was just shy being this was the first time either of you had seen the other naked. She might have said it but her light and breathy tone gave away her true feelings on the matter. "It can just be sex, you don't have to do the extra stuff if you don't want to."
The fuck she mean "if you don't want to"? Sure you could be selfish to a fault sometimes, greedy even in your normal sexual encounters but there was no way in hell you weren't going to give this woman everything you had. Battlefield, sparring or bedroom, Katsuki Bakugo didn't do the bare minimum to win.
"Tough shit Cheeks, if you don't want head you need to tell me otherwise." Before she could protest farther you just went for it. Pulled her by the thighs to get her in position and let your mouth connect with her most central point. On contact her legs jolted, probably from surprise or just general sensitivity after the earlier bumping and grinding but in no time they started to slacked on either side of your head.
Your mouth had her breathing pleased little exhales as one hand gently ran through your hair as though to keep you there. She'd played coy with her offer of an out, but evidently she was glad you didn't take it. Tongue working just under her clit, you glanced up between her legs to gauge how she was taking the new step in this game. Her head was dropped back on the armrest, hiding the view of her face but you could watch openly as she fondle with one of her breasts as you devoured her shamelessly. With good speed you toyed with her sensitive point, that alone was making her body slowly squirm under your mouth and god how it was encouraging your efforts.
Starting to feel your jaw getting wet with her building slick and your own saliva you pulled one hand down to join your work. Fingers lightly gliding along in her fluids to get coated, you deepened the pressure of your mouth on her at the same time you let the two middle digits slip inside. Instantly she bit back a whimper and her pelvis noticeably tilted forward a bit in approval and signaling you to keep going.
That's right Ochako, enjoy yourself. Enjoy what I can do to your body.
Around your fingers her inner walls tightened in need, desperate to get anything you were willing to give so you gladly obliged. Curling them up into the gummy soft point just inside you stroked gently at first and the way that had her quite literally mewling in the palm of you hand made you feel like God. To best Ochako in a fight was one thing, you loved watching her struggle with everything she had to beat you. But to have her willing surrender herself instead? Now that was a high you'd probably never be able to replicate.
Adding some firm movements with the digits, that combination quickly had the voluptuous angel vocally humming and her inner workings gripping you farther. "Fuck.....Kats....." The softest whisper of your name sent your speed increasing to force that tightening knot in her guts to start fraying. It worked, the hand on her breast flew to your head to join its other as her body actively moved with your own fingering. Every skilled action into and onto her had a more dramatic reaction as you played her like a fine tuned instrument. You loved it. Fucking loved hearing her enjoy herself but you knew if you kept this up you'd finish her off on your hand and that wouldn't do.
Quickly slipping your fingers out and detaching your mouth you smuggle looked up at her reaction to the sudden pause but when her head lifted from the armrest and those now lustful eyes locked on yours you knew immediately things were about to rolling.
She shifted forwards and basically pulled you up between her legs to kiss you again, paying absolutely no care to the fact your mouth was wet with her own fluids. "Lay back, let me get you next." She offered seriously against your lips, fully intent on returning the favor if you'd allow it.
You had no doubt she would but in the back of your mind what potentially was her last experience sexually had you deciding against it. No, you'd be able to get off no problem without a little extra help. You were already painfully hard as it was. At this point if she was agreeing to this you needed to make sure to take care of her properly and give her the whole experience. After all the bullshit from the last year you could at least do that.
To be perfectly honest you'd never considered what kind of lover she would be, why would you? For years you'd refused to acknowledge any attraction in school that wasn't base level and then once she got with Deku there was no point cause she was off limits. But this absolutely wasn't what you might have expected, yet somehow was in the same breath.
Ochako by nature was a little awkward, mildly subdued but an outright beast when in her element our fighting on the streets or on the mats. Evidently the same probably applied to the bedroom with how demanding her actions were becoming. No problem for you, you could work with that. Pulling her up enough to get an arm around her waist and another under her butt you lifted at the same time you got to your feet. Immediately her legs wrapped around your hips, keen on where you were taking her.
Things moved, fast. The short distance from the couch to your bed was over in a mere heartbeat and when both your bodies hit the mattress it felt like you were gearing up to go to war with how solidly your pulse was racing in anticipation. This was happening. This was actually going to happen.
Reaching out into your nightstand you grabbed for protection, foolish or not you weren't stupid and you weren't about to risk yours or her hero careers over one night of thoughtless fun. While you opened it she'd stripped you out of your bottoms, hand firmly grasping your dick tightly and just feeling the grip of her small hand on you was to tantalizing. Just a hint of what was to come. You were already comfortably hard, but when she confidently started giving you a few helpful prep pumps you nearly started rutting into her hand.
Ochako helped slip the condom on, both parties probably more eager than you should be but at this point not even All Might would be able to break your attention from the tight little body currently spreading her legs for you. Those perfect thick thighs of hers all slick and glistening from your earlier head and active arousal.
For a moment you started to lean in, fully planning on starting the real fun with her on her back but to your confusion Ochako placed a hand on the center of your chest and firmly pushed you backwards. You didn't fight it, if anything it surprised you hadn't, given you never liked being directed when fucking but something about the look she was giving you left you defenseless. Without a word the brunette laid you flat backed on the bed instead and with smooth motion maneuvered herself to be partially straddling your hips without being fully seated just yet. The view of her on top was hot as hell.
Leaning in her mouth met yours just as it had earlier, the same hunger perfectly balanced in that kiss before her lips traveled lower. First to your neck and gave a little nip to the skin which sent a fluttering rush farther south. Then another to the collar bone, a lingering one to the scar over your heart and then lower still.
Your eyes lightly closed at the arousing sensations. Normally you were the one putting in all the work when in the sack. Not because your flings weren't willing to please you but because you didn't want to give up your power with them. You never wanted to feel vulnerable even while participating in one of life's most vulnerable acts. Yet here you were, practically fair game as her mouth explored your body just as yours had done to hers. "Christ, a little eager there?" You half teased once her body weight shifted to a partial hover and her hand finally locked around your dick. That had your eyes cracking open in anticipation.
The smallest mischievous smile appeared on her lips yet still that gorgeous flushed face of hers kept the seductive mask firmly holding. "Can you blame me? Look at you."
That might be the first time she admitted she thought you were hot. Sure she'd granted plenty of compliments through the years but it was kind of validating hearing she thought of you that way. Fuck you loved this side of her. That confident bold side that you'd seen when she was determined to do something. It was the trigger point to your fascination and respect for her to begin with, all coming about years ago when you'd first battled her at the sports festival.
Hands raising to her hips you desperately wanted to push her down onto you. You were horny as shit, you could admit, but keeping the earlier sentiment you restrained your usual methods and waited for her to pull the trigger to the next step.
Those chocolate eyes locked hotly on yours when she finally did. Simply put you right at her entrance and lowered herself onto you with admiral restraint in speed as you both held your breath. You got to witness the way her gaze softened and lulled slightly on feeling you enter her before they rolled back with her head and a soft breathy moan sounded when she'd taken you in completely. Perfectly seated on your lap with you fully taken in with one go. Now that was something many of your previous sexual partners couldn't do.
Her tight body around yours admittedly had you tensing because she was so tense as well. For a few moments she paused, just allowing her insides to acclimate to your size as her head rolled back forward and her eyes met yours again in a daze. "Holy fuck you feel so good."
Another flutter shot deep in your guts and had you not been inside her you know your dick would have twitched at the comment. You couldn't speak, just smirked at the desperate expression she was giving you. Brows knit together as though slightly struggling to take your girth despite the fact you were well aware of how endowed her first lover was. There's no hiding in the showers of a guys locker room in high school no matter how much you want to but thankfully you knew you could compete with what she was previously used to.
"You can take me," was what came out of your mouth first and doing so prompted her body to tighten slightly around your own. Oh? Was she the type to like a little praise? You could work with that. "Show me how well you can take me Cheeks."
It was almost mind boggling how her immediate reaction to your direction turned you on farther. It didn't make sense. You were plenty experience with sex, probably more than you should be and not once had you had this kind of connection to the woman in your bed. It's like she just knew what to do to please you, automatically had every fiber of your being ablaze with a simple look. Maybe it was the fact you were already friends, or maybe there was just some connection that had always been there even if unspoken. Just waiting for a chance to be explored but in this moment the only thing on your mind was getting to know her body and making sure she enjoyed the process.
Ochako clearly did too. Your earlier comment had her body obediently starting to rock against you. Slowly at first, testing safely to see if she could handle you comfortably and once cleared she could it was like a beast was unleashed. The testing rocks morphed into full on bounces in no time as her hands rested firmly on your lower abdomen for support and your hands directed her hips needingly.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
How the hell did you get here?! How the hell were you being fucked my Japan's Sweetheart like she was doing you a favor?! The woman was putting in the work like it was nothing and god how her hearty ruts were making you lose your god damn mind!
She could take you. That was perfectly clear and to your pleasant surprise she seemed to like the rougher edge of what you could give. You were well aware that you were decently endowed, all your previous flings seemed to think so and at least to your knowledge they'd all left your bed with no complaints. Ochako, by simple expression alone was apparently feeling the same sentiment.
"Oh my g-god!" A stream of audible hums and moans were coming out of her as easily as curse words came out of you. "Fuck you feel so good!"
Ok, the more subdued position was nice but hearing her flipped the switch for you. She was willing to put in the work and take the lead to prove something but you wanted to actively make her sound like that now. You wanted to know just how whorish your body would make her act if you actually tried. The good girl Ochako was the mainstay of her character and personality. The always polite, always borderline perfect. So witnessing this other side of her pulled your more devious traits up to the surface.
You sat up, enough that your chests were basically touching and pulled her face to yours so you could kiss her again. Nothing sweet this time, instead you devoured her lips. Tongue joining the mix to lap against hers in a feverish dance while her perfect body continued to grind down hard against your own. Delicious little whimpers sounding here and there now that the position forced the whole of you inside her without much relief. You felt her walls struggling to take you but clearly she was enjoying the challenge.
Not caring to relent even for a moment you looped an arm around her back and lifted yourself to switch positions, dropping her down onto the bed before pulling out altogether.
"Kats-"
The start of her protest was cut short when you ripped her over onto her stomach and forcibly pulled her hips up and onto her knees. The woman understood immediately and shifted to widen her stance for you before you in preparation. You were well aware she had a nice ass. You'd been painfully aware of that fact since UA and as the years progressed, her workout routine changed and she matured that ass was something even you couldn't help but steal a glance at when she passed by.
Without a thinking your hand swung out and delivered a hearty smack right across the left cheek. The flesh instantly ran pink on impact and the plump mass of it giggled with only one sharp surprised yelp on her behalf. You paused, suddenly mortified you'd reverted to your usual antics without even asking if that was something she might like or even want in the first place. But the fear that'd suddenly taken up space in your chest aired clear when her sultry little voice told you, "harder."
Jesus, why had she always kept this side of herself hidden?! It was hot as shit! If Ochako's propensity to rise up to any challenge you'd place in her way wasn't so damn consistent through the years that single word would have absolutely floored you.
It still did, but more so that she wanted you to hit her. Color you impressed, but you guess she'd never been one to shy away from your physical wrath so you let her have it. Another solid smack to the ass, this time harder and the skin to skin contact sent a small satisfying echo bouncing off the walls of your small bedroom. The earlier pink hand print just went a bright red, once more something about seeing your visible mark on her felt oddly satisfying for some reason.
This time only a mild grunt came from you and as stupid as it sounded the more metered reaction had you placing a hand firmly to her lower back and pushing downward in silent demand. She did without protest, allowing for an arc and once there you couldn't hold back your previous efforts.
Slipping back in seemed to force her reactions a bit, a loud gasp dropped from her lips and was swiftly followed by a sultry moan when you'd set a proper pace drilling her into the mattress. Having her ride you was nice but getting this view of her while feeling her inside trying to milk you for all you were worth was a god damn dream. Every harsh roll of the hips got those desperate little noises of hers growing louder.
One foot pulling up for more support you kept a steady speed squelching into her and each one had her body sinking farther into the bed. So much so her chest was flush to the sheets while her ass was up for your use with a perfect deep arch for you to view. With her head turned to the side you could watch the deepening expression of pained bliss securely coming into view.
You knew Ochako wasn't a completely innocent person, you knew that. But getting to not just see, but to feel and hear how untrue that previous view of her had been was earth shattering. The cute image in your head that her name always elicited was being overshadowed by the slutty sweat ladened siren currently gripping your sheets for dear life while you buried your dick into her shamelessly.
"K-Keep going," She pleaded between quickening exhales. "Fuck, K-Kats I'm getting close!"
The open warning force you to switch gears because no way in hell were you willing to let this dream end already. "Not just yet," you insisted despite feeling your own tensing release coming to fruition.
Instead you pulled out once more, manhandling her to roll sideways so you could take her on her back and finish things in missionary. It was a quick switch simply due to you not wanting to be out of her tight cunt for more than necessary but in the process you couldn't help but notice the stupid grin your actions caused. So, little miss perfect likes being manhandled too? Say less.
Knees to the sky you forced them apart to either side of your hips and gripped hers. The woman didn't skip a beat because she was the one who put you back inside her. When you thrust in to bottom out the both of you actually gasped or groaned at the same time. The other positions felt amazing, but call you simplistic, you enjoyed some rough missionary. Something about being able to see their faces contort when you made them finished always did something for you and this time was no different.
"Oh my god," Ochako's voice tensed urgently just as quickly as her cunt did around you. She was no doubt seeing the finish line coming into view so you leaned in. One hand planted right by her head while the other latched on the side of her waist, lifting slightly to create a small arch in her back and oh how her facial features pulled together when you did.
Her head dropped back and eyes closed in anticipation while the perfect form beneath you tightened from the coming undoing. A beautiful mess of supple thick flesh slick from prolonged exertion and totally at your mercy. You could feel the way she was increasingly gripping around you in reaction to every harsh snap of your hips into her own. The most delicious noises dropped from her agaped mouth while the flush of those already pink cheeks deepened farther and god how seeing it spurred you on. You had her right there and you both knew it.
One hand gripped the wrist placed next to her head while the other fisted the sheets for dear life, seemingly holding her to ground while her head filled with increasing madness. For a moment her eyes opened, the glazed over euphoric expression casted up your way was almost enough to force your own climax but when you heard her breathe a whisper of your name out in a plea of release you just about did. It was in that moment it hit you just much she was actively enjoying this full experience, how much you were enjoying this experience. She was actually fucking begging YOU of all people for release. She was looking up at you like a god ready to grant her a heavenly wish.
How could you not answer that prayer?
Instinctively you doubled down, jaw clenched in concentration and her body responded by arching up toward your own with her little gasps of desperation growing louder. Chest to chest practically while your sweat ladened bodies mashed together roughly with urgency, the bed frame itself beginning to give off noises of protest from the effort until finally you felt her snap.
A high pitch cry followed by "fuck!" and you knew you'd pushed her past limit. The internal tremors around you left no question while her spent form twitched intermittently yet you continued to fuck her through it. You had no earthly idea if it was something she would like but by the fact a slew of profane ramblings were spewing from her mouth as you kept the fresh high of hers going hinted that she did. Shit you were right there too!
If you thought hearing her practically beg you to make her cum was hot, hearing her start to encourage your own undoing was god damn mind numbing. Despite the fact she could hardly get the words out, that heavenly voice of hers willed you to keep going to chase your own finish.
"P-Please," she breathed with exhausted urgency, her hands rising to latch just under your shoulders while her shaking legs wrapped around your waist to keep you impossibly deep in her guts. "Come on Kats, c-cum for me. Oh god!" Her glassy gaze pooled slightly, as though a sprig of tears were starting to blur her vision yet she refused to break, refused to give any hint that she might need to stop. She never backed down, not even with you. "Keep g-going! Fuck! P-Please!"
Oh to be praised in this manner.
You shifted, dragging her towards you a little more so your knees were just under her plump ass to give a slight angle shift and let yourself drop down to your elbows above her. The change noticeable had her starting to mewl again with renewed desperation while you yourself unapologetically snapped into her selfishly to chase your own release. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Each rut forward had you grunting shamelessly because shit you hadn't expected her body to feel so god damn amazing taking yours in. The build was getting almost too much to handle apparently for both of you given how loud she had become so you forced harder to meet your end.
"K-Katssss!" Ochako whimpered out frantically while her rapidly tensing body was so fucking tight around you that after a handful more squelches an even more dramatic cry elicited and by god the way her insides convulsed in a death grip it pulled you into your own finish.
Eyes clenched shut the wave that hit you was honestly so devastatingly intense a rush blood sounded in your ears before a slight ringing toned. With her legs still locked around your hips you couldn't have pulled out even if you'd wanted to, she had you buried so unapologetically in her depths well past your finish. Thank god you'd been smart enough to use protection because you basically emptied yourself then and there inside with neither of you seeming to care in the least.
Your motions slowed pace, still pulsing to milk your own high while Ochako nearly went limp under you, her legs unlatched but her hands remained fixed under your shoulder blades. Little twinges and tremors signaling along your flesh with every single extra movement you acted into her. Probably stuck there by the way you could feel her nails digging into the skin with each added roll of your hips. Just a delicious touch of pain sprinkled atop the current wave of euphoria that was drowning you. There was no doubt they would leave visible marks possibly showing along your hero's costume but oh well.
Simply due to the nature of your quirk, the come down from anything involving high adrenaline or an excessive heart rate was something that always had you fighting falling into an exhaustive sleep if not borderline passing out. Years of hero work allowed for plenty of trial and error so once Ochako's grip relaxed enough you reluctantly removed yourself from between her legs and rolled over on your back next to her in the bed.
It would be an understatement to say you were actually whooped, by no means more than you ever have been after a good romp in the sack but definitely more than you expected for sleeping with her. Ears faintly ringing despite your hearing aids the tingles of fleeting euphoria were fading through your whole being. Fuck. That had been way more intense of a finish that you'd anticipated but you absolutely weren't complaining. You might actually be a little sore tomorrow.......
Fighting to regain some level breathing you rolled your head over to see how your partner was fairing and the woman looked like she'd knocked the hell out. Had it not been for her own heavy panting you'd have assumed she had.
"You ok?" Now with the post nut high wading out the reality of the situation was quickly replacing it. You'd just unapologetically railed your best friend's ex. The woman he'd once planned to marry and at least to your knowledge the only person he'd ever slept with. For some reason it reality of it chose now of all times to actually settle into your bones.
Ochako simply nodded, a pleased blissed out expression solidly locked in while thankfully a smile of approval remained fixed while she stared up at the ceiling, "fucking fantastic." She sounded utterly spent, even the lagging movement of her body gave notice to just how much you'd physically exerted her. "That was..... Jesus Kats."
By tone alone you could only assume that was meant as a good thing. "You sure, cause you're crying a little." Had you been too rough? Had you been mistaken in the final stretch? Had she not wanted you to keep going?
She blink slowly a handful of times, one hand lazily wiping her eyes and smearing the remainder of her makeup, "I'm good! That was just really intense there at the end, in a good way!" She reassured and by the way that pleased grin lingered you decided to trust those words. "How about you? I know you kinda did most of the work there."
That one actually made you chuckle a little, "I wouldn't say that. You definitely aren't a pillow princess, but the way you were begging there in the end I swear you finished twice."
A hum of bemusement sounded next to you and she closed her eyes, seemingly still relishing in the aftermath of such a fucking despite the fact your mind was already worried about the consequences of what you'd both just done. "That's because I did."
You actually paused, "Wait, did you fucking cum twice?!"
A stupidly wide smile pulled on her flushed face and when she exhaled the response that familiar sheepish blush of hers flared as though it was embarrassing to admit, "it's really hard to do back to back but it's possible and by god you did it."
Well damn. Alright you'd take it as a win then.
“Can I tell you a secret?" She went on, that adorable shy aura adding to the mix as her more normal demeanor slowly came back to her. "I think that’s the first time I’ve gotten to be that feral. Like as silly as that sounds, it was really fun."
A bemused snicker couldn't help but huff out at the comment because by no means would you consider that "feral". Maybe a little more rough, at least for your standard but hearing her admit that made you want to show her what feral actually meant. The backhanded innocence of this woman was annoyingly cute sometimes. "What, Deku not crazy enough for you in the sack you "wild" woman?" It wasn't teasing, more a lighthearted observation. "I guess he does strike me as more the tender lover type, but then again I didn't really expect you to be into the rougher side of things there either so I could be wrong."
She was silent for a moment, a rather distant look suddenly coming to her gaze as she remembered something. “He was." A bit softer toned and far more forlorn. "Don’t get me wrong it was never bad and if anything he was always passionate but he was always just very much in control of himself. I think he was afraid that with One For All, if he wasn’t constantly aware of himself or his strength, he would hurt me. There just was never a time he could fully let himself go with me, he always held back.”
In an instant that distant look shortened, “I don’t know, I can’t complain about what we had because it was really good, it was just a really different experience from…..well this.” Her head rolled in your direction, something simple and honest in her new observation, “but it was nice being treated like I’m not just something that's easily broken for once or some saint that that wouldn’t be into something more kinky. For once I got to just be…..me and you went with it. Thanks for that.”
For some reason her words had pity casting her way. You were painfully aware of Deku’s overly cautious approach to One For All in regards to his personal life outside of hero work. You understood his fear of losing control, why he had it and ultimately why in the end he chose to accept the American transfer. You’d just never even considered how that burden would leech into his personal and intimate life. It made sense but seeing to what extent, specifically with his former partner had you feeling for respect and somehow sympathy for your childhood friend.
“Oh you definitely aren’t easily breakable Cheeks. Shit, you took everything like a god damn champ. You always have. Besides, I was holding back with you a little bit." The confession felt a little odd, like her earlier appreciation was miss placed. "I don’t do the lovey dovey shit, I prefer the more intense stuff. I just didn’t want to freak you out when this kinda just happened without talking about things first.”
A small flash of shame or perhaps guilt flashed over her as though she’d done something wrong before her head return forward to look at the ceiling again. “I’m sorry.”
Why did she sound so sad?! What, did she think you regretted what just happened? Did you regret it? At least for the time being you didn’t. You were both single grown ass adults and both agreed to what went down so there should be no shame or guilt over this.
“Don’t be.” You inserted firmly, not willing to allow her mind to drift elsewhere like you knew it probably was well on its way to. She always overthought things after the fact. What she should or shouldn’t have done and blamed herself for any pitfalls along the way. “Was I a bit surprised there at the start, I mean yeah. I’m well aware you’re a fucking catch Cheeks, I never thought you’d ever be interested in that kind of thing with me and with everything else you’ve been through the last year it was just a little blind siding. That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, or that I regret it.”
Then that ugly underlayer of anxiety got the best of you. You didn’t regret it, but did she?
“Do you?” You asked nervously, still questioning if you should have told her no from the start. She was in a vulnerable state and you’d selfishly just rolled with it anyway because if you're being honest with yourself a part of you always had been curious what kind of fuck she'd be. “Regret it, I mean……”
A short pause but when she answered it was at least genuine and she turned to look at you again, “no. I don’t. There’s just some complicated feelings that come with it. Not anything with you necessarily just….my own shit, you know?”
Yeah you absolutely did. “No strings attached, right?” You repeated her earlier words to reiterate you didn't expect anything else out of this.
Now her expression returned to normal and her little humored gaze helped extinguish the earlier anxiety, “no strings attached. Don't overthink it." She agreed.
What a fucking strange way for the day to end. When you'd gotten up for work this morning the last thing you'd expected was to end the night with Ochako naked in your bed. It was surreal, a bit terrifying, but in the most unexpected way it felt right. The way she was looking at you, face still flushed with mild sweat and prolonged glossiness in her eyes from being fucked stupid by you had admittedly place the strangest sentiment feeling over the reality of the situation.
Without thinking you lifted a hand to brush some of the loose hair from her face, allowing it to linger on her cheek while your thumb gingerly ran along her pouty lower lip. Simply gorgeous. Unconsciously you took in every detail of her for what felt like the first time. Did your best to remember and keep the memory of her should this be the one instance you experience her in this manner. You wanted to savor it, lock it away somewhere for you and you alone to recall.
The action felt strangely intimate given what the two do just done but one of her hands lightly slid up to hold the wrist of your own hand. A shy yet understanding little smile reflected your way, as though she too were doing the same thing. "Thanks Kats." The softest murmur to your ear in a room full of silence. "Thanks for letting me try that side of myself for a little bit. I think I needed that release more than I realized.”
You weren't one for after care, honestly you didn't give two flying shits about it in the past because you genuinely didn't like intimate physical touch, or at least you'd thought you didn't. All your prior sexual encounters were generally women you had short flings with if at all, both parties really just there to get their fix then leave. It was an unspoken agreement for the most part, what you were used to, you never had to think about it because there was never anything more expected. But this wasn't one of those situations. You actually knew Ochako, you liked Ochako, and for better or worse you knew her history. She deserved more than your usual hit and quit protocol.
Perhaps stupidly you allowed yourself to lean in and press a kiss to her forehead now that the unmistakable pull of post sex exhaustion was willing you to start drifting. Once more the action felt right even if the reasoning confused the hell out of you, but that was an issue for tomorrow's Katsuki to dissect. "Don't mention it Cheeks," and you meant it. "Thanks for trusting me so you could."