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“Oh, wait, I—”
The big hand enveloping hers was tugging her along, almost frantic.
“I was supposed to say hello to—“
Ochako couldn’t finish her sentence because she was reeled into an alcove and pressed into the wall, Izuku’s hulking form caging her in, his forearms braced on either side of her head as he gazed down at her with electric eyes. She lifted a hand up toward his jaw but he caught it and then collected the other, securing both in one of his fists as he forced her arms to raise. The position made her feel vulnerable and tiny and sent a sharp need pinballing through her body. His big body was throwing off heat like a summer day and it was so unfair how broad and delicious he looked in his simple white tee and black jeans.
And he’d gotten a haircut since their last video call, the undercut and the wild sweep of curls over his brow making him look like he could take up ranks in Katsuki’s Heroes Who Look Like Bad Boys brigade. It made her fingers itch to sink into it.
But more than any of that, this was the most physical—well, most intimate—contact they’d ever had. They’d started talking almost daily seven months ago after meeting up on a rescue mission in the Arctic Circle. At first, it had been catching up on the new and reminiscing about their time spent at U.A.. Then he had called her one night after a mission had gone south, almost inconsolable, and she’d stayed on with him while he cried half a world away.
Everything had changed after that. The vulnerabilities started creeping into their conversations,topics they’d never breached even when they had been in the trusted core of their friends group in high school. Vulnerabilities like… Ochako being conscious about still being a virgin.
It wasn’t a bad thing. She was busy and struggled connecting with people sexually. Crushes? Yes. But desire was something else entirely and it made her feel like she was missing out while also knowing that if she forced it she’d be miserable.
“Mina says I’m demisexual,” she’d said offhandedly, sprawled on her couch while Izuku chatted with her from inside mosquito netting somewhere in a rainforest on a mission.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he’d asked.
She’d thrown her arm over her eyes. “I just—I get myself off just fine.” She’d paused. “Wait, are we cool talking sex? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
His chuckle had been deep.
“Talking sex doesn’t ever make me uncomfortable. I’ve taken lots of notes,” he’d said with a smirk so audible she hadn’t needed a vid screen to know it was there.
“Okay, so. I feel it, right? I get turned on, just not by people. Does that make sense?”
“Sure,” he’d said, clearly leaving the steering of the conversation entirely in her hands.
“I can watch porn or read smut and get off. I like it. I can go for hours sometimes. But as soon as someone so much as tries to kiss me, I freeze up. It’s not fear or anxiety, the desire just… goes away and I sort of recoil from it.” Ochako remembered staring up at her ceiling. “I’m working with my therapist to accept this part of myself. There’s nothing wrong with me. And yet I still get so frustrated because I think I want to be turned on by a person.”
She remembered the pause in the conversation then, how it didn’t feel awkward. Then Izuku had rumbled, “Would you want to try? With me, I mean.” At her lack of outrage he’d continued, “There’s no touching. I can be what you need without the pressure.”
“You mean you would talk dirty to me?” Her lack of hesitation wasn’t unusual, she knew herself, and she knew Izuku. And she was… curious.
“Ochako,” he’d growled, the sound of his shifting sheets in the darkness like sin, “Have you ever done guided masturbation?”
That had been the spark. The beginning of their torrid, digital affair. Talking, at first, then pictures, then pre-recorded video, then live on their video calls. She knew what every single defined muscle on his body looked like, knew what his cock looked like as he jerked it in his fist, knew how he bit his full lower lip right before he came, ropes of it lashing his chest and up to his chin or dripping over his hand.
Ochako knew what sounds he made when he was going crazy for her, watching her touch herself at his instruction and letting him hear her honest moans and pleas.
Those sounds were rumbling in his chest now as he notched his knee between her legs against her center. She finally knew how the vibration of them felt in her ear and she was decidedly not recoiling.
“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Is this okay? Does it feel good?”
It did, and that made her stop. Her body had just melted into his touch in a way it never had before. Her eyes lifted to find his, more than a little wondrous.
“It feels… amazing. You feel amazing.” A bright giggle worked its way out of her throat. “Oh my gosh, this feels amazing.” She let her head rest back against the wall as Izuku’s leg shifted closer until it pressed more firmly into her center. Her hips rocked, unbidden, and while she gave a happy gasp at being able to feel like this with a person—with Izuku—the man in question dropped his head into her neck, his harsh breaths misting her skin and making her shiver.
“So you didn’t do it on purpose,” he whispered, face turning so that his lips could burn a path on her skin over her bare shoulders and up to her jaw.
Ochako’s mind was flying high. “Do what?”
Izuku’s teeth found the tendon in her neck. “This fucking sundress. Remember? You wore it for me on the picnic and then laid down on that picnic blanket with the vid screen propped up so that I could watch from three thousand miles away as you rubbed your clit until your thighs were drenched.”
She thought of today’s barbecue at Shouto and Momo and Tenya’s house, how it, too, had a picnic feel. Only today, Izuku had shown up as a surprise, in person, wholly unexpected. Today, she wasn’t alone.
Ochako rocked up onto her tiptoes. “Could you—” She swallowed. “Touch me. I want it to be real. I want to feel you.”
With his free hand, he hitched her thigh around his waist lifting her off the floor, and slid a hand beneath the skirt of her dress to rub her over her underwear, sharing breath as he brushed his lips against hers.
“We’ll make it real, together.”
~ ~ ~
Ochako could still feel her face flaming as she sipped her margarita and, she could admit, she was a little miffed. It had been her first time really feeling such a physical, sexual connection with someone so of course Mina had barreled down the hallway looking for her and caught them.
She wasn’t sure her brain had ever disconnected so fast from physical sensation. And she hated it. Hated that she’d gone from a body and mind saturated in heat and the feel of Izuku all around her to… nothing. As if the power had gone out.
Izuku had pulled back, immediately sensing the change in her. The feel of the backs of his fingers trailing the curve of her cheek had lessened the sharpness of the loss of sensation. “We’ve got time,” he murmured so only she could hear while Mina was crowing ‘What have we heeeeere?’
Despite the absolute juicy information she now had, Mina hadn’t said anything to anyone else when she towed Ochako back into the middle of the party. But she was unforgiving with the elbow jabs into Ochako’s side and the variations on He’s looking at you again running commentary.
“Serousssly,” Mina slurred, the fifth—sixth?—margarita glass in her hand tipping precariously. “He’s so hot. Good for you, babe. Like, glowwww up, amiright?”
Ochako wanted to shrink in on herself. If there was anything that made her feel more self-conscious about her physical reactions and inactions, it was people drawing attention to it. “Mina…”
Mina‘s free hand reached out to grab Ochako’s upper arm, missed, and settled for her shoulder after another pass. “I hope he makes it good for you, babe. You deserve good.” Ochako watched her eyes well up. “'m sorry I interrupted, babes. I want him to dick you down so good and for you to love it.”
Ochako smiled ruefully at her friend. Mina didn’t understand what Ochako experienced because she was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Mina felt everything, unreserved, unashamed as an enthusiastically sexual person. She’d been the one to take Ochako shopping for sex toys once she’d finally admitted her general inability to connect on that level with another person.
Mina’s heart was in the right place. But she’d been drinking and everything coming out of her mouth was sex sex sex and it felt like a song that had been left on repeat for too long. Ochako was very ready to set the topic aside.
“Whaddya mean you don’t have a place to crash?” Katsuki barked from where he lounged in a deck chair just outside. “You knew you were comin’ back.”
Ochako turned her head to see Izuku through the screen door, a hand lifting sheepishly to the back of his head. But there was nothing sheepish about it when the move stretched the fabric of his worn white tee until she was convinced she’d see freckles through it, his bicep and the muscles of his shoulders bulging.
“It was sort of a last-minute thing, Kacchan. I thought I still had a few weeks but my agent said she’d wrap things up and I just…” Izuku rubbed his hand against his undercut. “I got on the first flight home.”
Ochako wasn’t sure how, but she felt like Izuku was restraining himself to keep from turning around to look at her. As if she had been the reason he’d opted to come back to Japan so early. Before she could blink, Mina had woven her elbow through Ochako’s and was leading them both out onto the patio.
Over by the obscenely large fire pit, Shinsou sat on a cushioned wicker loveseat, Kyouka curled around his side and Denki between his legs, ringed fingers running idly through the blond’s hair.
Momo had taken a break from being a perfect hostess to wiggle under Shouto’s arm and rest her head on his chest while Tenya stroked his fingers across her knee on her other side, engaged in a heated debate with Shinsou.
Sero and Fumikage had stepped away from the group to smoke and Tooru was splashing around loudly in the pool with Mashirao. Everyone else was either out of the country or on patrol, but Momo had sent them gift baskets so they wouldn’t feel entirely left out. Because of course she had.
The woman was so sweet Ochako was sure that one of these days she’d melt like cotton candy.
They came to an abrupt halt, Mina inserting the two of them into Katsuki, Izuku, and Eijirou’s conversation.
“Chaks just moved into her new apartment last weekend. Bet you could—” Mina hiccuped and most of her margarita sloshed out of the glass. “—stay with herrrr.”
Izuku’s eyes widened before he lifted his hands as if to stop Mina from advancing on him. “I’ll find a place to stay. No need for me to inconvenience—”
Katsuki scoffed. “You’ve inconvenienced me plenty over the years. What makes her any different, shitty nerd?”
Eijirou reached over and yanked on the blond’s hair until he was looking up at him where he sat on the deck chair’s arm. “Don’t be an asshole.”
Katsuki mumbled in response and took a lazy swig from his beer bottle while Eijirou’s hand wrapped around the back of Katsuki’s neck, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.
“It wouldn’t be an imposition,” Ochako squeaked. “As long as you don’t mind the fact that I have almost no furniture.”
Izuku’s brows knit in confusion. “What happened to your—”
“Kat accidentally blew most of it up while we helped her move and Momo was a little too conveniently efficient in getting rid of them,” Eijirou supplied. “I suspect collusion was involved when there were suddenly gift cards for furniture stores coming at her from every direction.”
“Even your couch?” Izuku asked. Ochako nodded. “But you loved that couch!” She thought she saw his eyes crackle bright green before it disappeared. Many of their calls had happened while she’d been on that couch.
Then she realized everyone around her suddenly looked curious.
“She didn’t buy that ratty secondhand couch until after you left,” Katsuki said. “Which was years ago.”
“We’ve kept in contact since the Arctic mission,” Ochako said at the same time Izuku said, “We video chat all the time.”
Katsuki’s grin was lecherous, a sign that usually indicated he’d had too much to drink. “Ah. So you know things pretty intimately, hah?”
Izuku’s body tightened as he looked down at his childhood friend. “Kacchan, that’s—”
But he was cut off by Eijirou yanking on Katsuki’s hair again, this time noticeably harder. “What have I said about being crude?” The redhead looked up at everyone with an apologetic smile. “Looks like we need to go home. Kat is getting a little too out of line for my liking.” He looked back down at his boyfriend whose hair he hadn’t let up on holding in a fist. “Go say goodbye to everyone and then we are going to go home and have a conversation.”
Objectively, Ochako saw this entire exchange as hotness personified. Her two friends weren’t shy about their relationship or the power dynamics that guided them outside of hero work, and seeing Eijirou’s stern side come out was always a little breathtaking. But it didn’t make her flutter or respond the way Mina was.
“Offer is still there, boys,” she cooed. “Any time you wanna make a Mina sandwich, you lemme know. I waaaant a piece of that.”
Eijirou released Katsuki’s hair and the blond tossed his empty bottle in the recycle bin on the porch before shoving his hands in his pants pockets and heading towards everyone at the fire pit. Hitoshi’s blatant laugh at how Katsuki had been cowed by his boyfriend—As always, Hitoshi said with a smirk—had Katsuki’s hands sparking with small explosions as he yelled threats at the other man.
Eijirou shook his head. “Kat couldn’t handle a third. He’s too high maintenance.” The big man, who was as tall as Izuku but wider, his muscles more bulky, extended his arms and Ochako shrugged out of Mina’s hold to hug him. “Good seeing you, Ochako.”
She smiled up at him. “Don’t be a stranger. The two of you have been slacking on movie night.”
“I’ll work on that,” he said, returning the smile.
Hugs went all around, even to Izuku who at first hesitated before Eijirou yanked him in. “Don’t try to act like you aren’t one of us just because you’ve been out of town a few years,” the redhead scolded.
“Yeah,” Mina cried, wiggling between the two men until they parted, throwing her arms around each of their waists. “The Class A love train is in the stationnn.”
Ochako shared a look with Izuku and Eijirou. “Nobody wants to hear that phrase ever again, Mina.”
“Momoooo!” Mina yelled, launching herself toward the fire pit and leaving their group behind. Then she pivoted, wobbled briefly, and ran back to Ochako, wrapping her arms around Ochako’s shoulders. “Good things,” she clearly tried to whisper and instead managed at a normal volume. And then she was spinning back toward the other group.
After Eijirou and Katsuki left, the others started filing out in small batches, too.
Mina had passed out on the ground, leaning against Momo’s leg, and Tenya had taken it upon himself to pick her up and carry her to a guest room. Watching him do so, seemingly effortlessly, was another one of those things Ochako imagined would be a turn on for just about anyone else. It made her a little wistful over how watching him might make her feel if she were different.
While saying her own goodbyes, Ochako had ended up being sucked into a quick conversation with Tooru and Mashirao about their upcoming wedding. But she’d been conscious of Izuku’s eyes straying to her from across the fire pit where he talked to Shouto, his unspoken words like licks of flame on her senses.
And maybe she’d had a few too many of those margaritas, too, because her recollection of how she got back to her apartment was hazy at best. What she did remember was that she’d held onto Izuku’s big forearm like a crutch to keep from a few stumbles here and there while his Go Bag was hefted over his other shoulder. She remembered his low laughter, private sounds like they’d shared a joke, though it was probably lighthearted amusement at her state.
Thankfully, she did manage to swipe her key card over the entrance to her building as well as the door to her apartment without needing his assistance.
Izuku whistled. “Wow, you really meant it when you said you had no furniture.”
Ochako didn’t bother to follow his gaze, kicking her shoes off haphazardly without putting them into the genkan as usual. She already knew what it looked like. Small, neat galley kitchen with a breakfast bar, and a few floor cushions surrounding a large kotatsu in the generous open—and otherwise empty—space of her living room. There were also framed photos of some of her favorite galaxies but they hadn’t yet made it to a hanging state, instead left leaning against a wall. She’d get to them eventually.
Her fingers trailed the wall as she stepped further inside, intent on one of her electrolyte drinks and some water from the fridge, then noticed Izuku hadn’t followed her. A gaze over her shoulder confirmed that he’d stopped, bag still in hand, shoes still on, gaze low on her wall as if he were contemplating her baseboards.
When his green eyes finally shifted up, she could swear they glowed in the dark. “You sure it’s okay for me to stay with you? I can find somewhere else. It’s no problem.”
The sudden sense of insecurity made her spin toward him, one hand remaining on the wall, the other tucked protectively at her chest. “You don’t want to?”
She felt the skirt of her dress sway a little in the wake of her spin and watched him track the movement briefly. Then he slowly lowered his bag as he toed off one shoe, his smile soft and a little boyish.
“You were a little bullied into it,” he said after putting both their shoes in the genkan.
When he stepped up over the small rise of the entry threshold, he seemed so much bigger in the dim light of her apartment. Some shadow come to gobble her up. And, oh, it made her heart’s beat start to feel a little like a drumline.
She shrugged and continued on to the fridge, satisfied now that he wasn’t about to leave her. “I figured you’d want to stay somewhere more comfortable since you’ve been roughing it for so long.” She waved vaguely at her sparse living area as she dug through her beverages. “Though I’m not exactly a luxury resort at the moment, as you can see.”
At least she wasn’t slurring her words. A good sign she’d probably avoid a hangover.
“Compared to the last year, it is. You know that.”
She did. He’d been surprisingly absent from the news and media for a good thirteen months, at least. His power needed in an ongoing covert mission that she didn’t know anything about, except that it had kept him in jungles wearing camouflage and talking to her in low tones.
And yet he hadn’t given up their talks, despite the inconsistent timing between calls as he went in and out of being incommunicado.
“Want one?” she asked, lifting a second bottle.
He crowded in behind her, looking over her shoulder. “Do you have the watermelon flavor? I swear, I’ve been dreaming of that one,” he laughed.
That was her favorite flavor, too, and she only had one left. But if she were going to give it to anyone, she’d give it to Izuku, so she took it out and handed it to him over her shoulder. Ochako took the pineapple-flavored one and shut the doors.
They cracked the seals on the plastic lids in tandem and drank in a companionable silence. Izuku set his bottle down on the counter, more than half empty already, and hummed.
“Mind if I take a look around?”
Ochako leaned against the counter to steady herself, taking another sip. “Please, make yourself at home. You can even turn on some lights. I’m only a part-time vampire.”
His laugh warmed her, something she’d only heard for so long through a phone or vid screen. She watched him flip a switch on the wall, the subdued light in the hallway coming on. Straight back was the shared shower and laundry room, the separate room for the toilet, her room to the left, the guest room to the right. He went into the guest room and Ochako followed behind him, bringing what was left of his drink with her. For being as big as he was, he walked so quietly on her wood floors in his socked feet.
He could easily sneak up on her.
A memory tugged at her, reminding her that Izuku had walked her through a fantasy like that during one of their… sessions. Being stalked, chased. Caught. She shivered, feeling the volume of arousal start to rise inside her.
Izuku slid open the closet door on the far wall to find the folded futon there. “Well,” he laughed, “at least I won’t be sleeping on the floor.”
She felt the heat of a blush but twisted her lips wryly in an effort to hide it, holding his drink out to him. He didn’t immediately take it.
“It will be a real guest room soon, I promise.” Ochako looked at her toes. “I just… mom and dad have been working so hard so I surprised them with a trip up to Hokkaido to tour some onsens. That was more important to me than buying furniture, you know?” She laughed at herself. “I keep forgetting how everyone inundated me with those gift cards to furniture stores.”
Though he was quiet, she could feel how Izuku moved closer, startled at the curved finger suddenly under her chin that lifted her gaze to his. “You know I don’t mind, right?” he asked. “I’m just happy to be here. To see you.”
Her lip would not wobble. It wouldn’t.
He grinned as his thumb softly traveled along her jawline, stopping to rub at the soft and sensitive spot beneath her ear. “I kind of jumped the gun earlier at the party and forgot what I promised you I’d do the first time I saw you when I got back, didn’t I?” He took the drinks out of her hands, set them aside on the floor, and stepped back. His big arms were held out wide, filling her vision with those giant slabs of pectorals that stretched his shirt tight.
Ochako couldn’t help how she gave an excited little hop, suddenly no longer swaying on her feet or needing the wall for balance. “Really?”
At his nod, she backed up a little into the hallway as he stepped a little further back into the room. Once, when he hadn’t been buried in the wilds of some unknown place, they’d spent an evening watching American movies together virtually from their respective corners of the globe. And there was one in particular where, at the very end during a dance sequence, the heroine had run at the hero and he’d effortlessly lifted her above him by her hips.
She’d made him rewatch that scene more than several times until he’d asked if she wanted to do it.
“Oh, wait wait wait,” Izuku said, holding up a finger. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, scrolling momentarily until the song from the scene started playing, and then cranking the volume up before setting it to the side with the drinks. His arms opened up again, this time in front of him instead of spread as if for a bear hug. With his fingers he beckoned her, shimmying his shoulders a little and grinning as if he, like the song, was having the time of his life.
Ochako was slipping on the floor in her socks so she tugged them off and tossed them in the hallway. And then she was running the short distance between them until his big palms caught her hips and arced her up above his head. Her arms and legs straightened, her core tight as she laughed, then she looked down at him, at how he was framed by the fabric of her dress’s skirt as it draped from her legs.
The way he was looking up at her made her breath catch and she knew they shared the same change of expression, no less happy but more… focused. Intent.
Most heroes tended to be strong from necessary hours of training to do their jobs. But the control with which Izuku lowered her, so, so slowly until they were face to face was so arousing she felt her nipples furl into tight little peaks.
Ochako lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, arms curling behind his neck as one of his arms circled to the small of her back, the other sending a warm palm under her dress. It coasted up the outside of her leg until he was possessively squeezing a handful of her ass, fingertips pushing her cheeky underwear aside for his grip.
Izuku pressed his forehead to hers, his breaths heavy and hot between them. “Is this—” He swallowed audibly. “Is this okay?” When he pulled back, the electric green of his restrained quirk had lit like thunderstorms in his eyes.
Her body was humming, coming to life in increments and she sent her own fingers diving under the back collar of his shirt to touch his skin, to feel the reality of him here. In her space. She gave a small nod, almost hesitant because of how good it felt.
Ochako’s back hit the wall, cushioned by the way Izuku’s arm at her back had slid up her spine to hold her neck from behind. She rocked her hips and realized that he had grown so tall that her center was level with the top of the waist of his jeans, not with his arousal. But before she could let that distract her she felt Izuku’s harsh exhale against her cheek.
“Open your mouth for me, Ochako. Give me that sweet little tongue.”
Her lips parted and that was all he needed to surge inward, tongue seeking, sliding, provoking her own until Ochako was pushing back to claim his mouth the way he was claiming hers. Their teeth clicked together once and they briefly pulled back before diving into each other once again, the wet glide of tongues and the faint taste of margaritas lingering between them.
She sent her fingers digging into the space between his shoulder blades, making him hiss into their kiss, which seemed to prompt his hand on her ass to inch lower until his fingertips were teasing her pussy from below, making shallow forays into the liquid heat he found there.
Izuku pulled from Ochako’s lips with a curse and she could barely see the ring of green in his eyes, his pupils blown like some kind of solar eclipse had hidden his irises from her. His fingers delved a little deeper between the lips of her pussy and she made a little noise that made him bare his teeth in a snarl.
“You’re so wet for me, Ochako. I can’t believe I get to feel you, hear how you respond to me. Here, in person.” She could see his avid gaze, how he was relearning his knowledge of her body and its reactions all over again. “Just touching your little pussy, feeling your heat on my fingers… You drive me out of my mind.” His lips began to travel, mapping the shell of her ear, the length of her neck, claiming the shoulder that he hadn’t bitten earlier at the party with his teeth.
Ochako had words. She knew they were in her brain somewhere, but all she could do was let loose a little whine as her hips shifted, feeling them glide across his fingers. Why waste energy on talking when these rare, bright sensations were flooding her entire being?
Izuku was still talking while her body was caught in its own rhythmic motion. “I want to eat you, Ochako. Let me lay you down and worship this perfect cunt. Fuck. I need to. I want your taste on my tongue.” He lowered her a little and she finally felt the bulge of his erection behind his zipper, felt it pulse against the underwear he was still inching aside from below.
“I h-haven’t—” Her breath stuttered as his fingers drifted up enough to brush against her clit. “—didn’t shave. I need to—”
“Don’ care,” he slurred a little. His tongue flicked into her open mouth, drawing the insecurity from her in undulating thrusts that were making her lose her mind. “You’re perfect. I want you. Exactly as you are.”
Her head tipped back into the palm cradling her neck and she sighed luxuriously as his touch thrummed over her clit, at how his growl vibrated on the sensitive skin of her neck. “My bedroom is—”
Izuku was out of the guest room and pushing through the other door before she could finish her sentence. He paused, only momentarily, before he got on his knees and walked them toward the head of the bed before he laid her down, his body following hers, keeping her legs spread wide for his bigger body.
One dark green brow lifted as he gave a slow roll of his hips, his torso raised from propping himself on his forearms on either side of her head. “Quite a big bed for one person. Last time we talked, it wasn’t nearly this size.” Heated intensity poured off of him as she wound her legs around the backs of his thighs.
He would see through it but she wasn’t going to come out and say what she knew he wanted to hear. “Needed more space to up my starfishing game. I never could spread out far enough on that double.”
Izuku twisted first one way to examine the bed, then the other. When he loomed over her once more, his grin was downright devilish. “I definitely would love to see you spread out on it,” he said conversationally, one of his arms shifting back down to push up her skirt and reach around to grip her ass again. “And I can’t help but notice that it’s big enough for someone like me, for example, to starfish here, too.”
Which was a feat in and of itself, Ochako thought hazily as the hand at her ass squeezed and then began to drift inward to her dripping center once more. Izuku had grown and bulked up so impressively. He hadn’t reached All Night’s intimidating seven-foot-three, but he had nearly managed to achieve the same height as Endeavor’s six-foot-five frame.
Seeing him so large on a screen was one thing. To have his body hovering over hers, making her strong, sturdy body feel so tiny by comparison? That was something else entirely.
Ochako’s breath hitched when Izuku sent a slow hand over the sensitive skin of her belly and into her underwear at the same time he dipped his mouth to lick and suck at the upper curves of her breasts along the neckline of her dress. “I-Is that so? What a coinc—”
Two big fingers pressed down on her clit, moving in the same small circles that he’d seen her do to herself countless times, smearing the slick proof of her arousal everywhere. It was shocking, how good it felt to have him touching her where it had left her feeling cold and uncomfortable with others. It made her head fizz like champagne bubbles.
Ochako’s happy laugh at the sensation turned into a moan when Izuku managed to nose aside her neckline enough that he could catch her nipple in his lips. Her eyes had slid closed but when she opened them again, Izuku was staring up at her while his tongue traced slow circles around her areola.
Fingers finding their way into his dark green curls, she tugged and reveled in the noise he made against her skin. He sucked at her nipple once, firmly, making her jump, and then slowly released it so that it dragged against his lower lip.
“Tell me I can, Ochako. Tell me I can lick your pretty pussy,” he rumbled, the fingers between her legs unceasing in their motions. “Tell me,” he begged.
She dipped her chin. “Please… lick me.”
Izuku’s forehead dropped to her sternum, depressing the material of her dress, and she felt his breath shiver out of him. His fingers slid out from between her legs and he gripped the bedclothes on either side of her body, muscles trembling as if he were holding on for dear life. A harsh exhale painted her chest with warmth before Izuku began to descend down her body.
Her underwear wouldn’t have stood a chance if he’d decided to rip them but instead he carefully drew them down her hips and off her legs. She squeaked when he held them to his nose, staring down at her with eyes that flashed with black lightning.
“I wanted to ask you so many times to send me a pair of your underwear,” he said casually as he set them aside. Izuku sat on his knees and spread his legs wide. His curse colored the air when Ochako pulled the skirt of her dress up to bare herself, splaying herself wide for him the way she’d done so many times before.
Huge, scarred, beloved hands covered her knees, squeezing, then slid up over the tops of her thighs and back down again. Petting her.
It was an effort to keep her eyes open and not just drop down into the sensation. “Why would you want my underwear?”
His hands swept up again and stopped at the crease where her legs met her torso. His thumbs dipped down easily and gently tugged the lips of her pussy apart. In alternating directions, he slid them up and down the sides, spreading her arousal everywhere.
He hummed and slid his thumbs down so that he could run them between the lips of her pussy and the delicate folds of her labia. “Wanted to fuck myself with them.”
Ochako’s hips jumped as he began to alternate the pressure he was using. “You—”
“I wanted to cover them in my cum and mix us together.” He tilted his head and green curls slid across his brow. “Breathe them in while I fucked my fist. Lick them and pretend it was you while I heard the ghost of your cries from our earlier call in my ears.” His eyes lifted from where they’d been fixated between her legs to ensnare her gaze. “There were so many options.”
A hysterical little giggle escaped Ochako before it turned into a gasp when Izuku slid one thumb down further to slowly circle the entrance to her body. “You can have all of my underwear. I don’t care. Just, please—” Her hips canted upward when his thumb dipped inside her before returning to those slow rotations, the other slipping up to trace around her clit.
“Say it again for me, Ochako. I want to hear it a hundred times. A thousand.” He shifted a little and even though his jeans were dark, Ochako could see how the firm column of his erection was stretched across his hip beneath the fabric, a wet patch forming at the head through the thick fabric with the abundance of pre-cum. “I need to convince myself I’m not having a lucid dream.”
She laughed. “You mean me drenching your hands isn’t enough?”
His gaze went hot and sharp and he abruptly sank a thumb inside her as he growled, “I want to hear you beg.”
He might as well put a collar around her neck for all that that particular phrase always made her react.
“I need your mouth. Please, Izuku, lick me. I want to know how you feel against m-my pussy.” Her eyes clenched shut as she reached down her body to do as she always did when he said those words, holding herself open to his gaze.
He let out a guttural growl and bit his bottom lip. “My favorite shade of pink. And now I’m finally going to know what it tastes like.” Izuku shouldered her legs wider, fingers pressing indents into her legs as he nipped her inner thigh on one side and then the other. His tongue followed as his playful bites led the way.
A long lick right up her center sent Ochako’s fingers scrambling into the riot of curls atop Izuku’s head, holding him to her as he feasted on her. His mouth was busy but Ochako could practically hear the way he would narrate this to her and she—
“Such a good girl for me, Ochako,” he crooned into her pussy, keeping her mind cemented in the here and now, keeping her from drifting to the nebulous past. “You taste so fucking good on my tongue.”
“Izuku, please, keep talking to me,” she whispered, almost ashamed of her need. They’d done so much together but having him actually here with her seemed to be such a seismic difference in how they’d played together all this time. But it was his voice that had always guided her to her heights of pleasure, the low tone in his throat that told her that he lived to see her come.
The wet glide of his tongue around her clit had her gasping his name again and Izuku sealed his lips around her clit, sucking rhythmically before softly releasing to lap up her center once more. “You’re so wet for me, Ochako,” he said against the lips of her sex, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “So fucking soft and—” his tongue swirled around her clit again, “perfect for me.”
Ochako reeled from being the recipient of so much worship and she scraped her nails over his scalp before winding her fingers in his curls again.
“I love your mouth,” she rasped, her hips chasing his mouth as he pulled away briefly to readjust between her legs.
His tongue speared inside her, drawing more proof of her slick arousal from her, and he moaned. He opened his mouth and let her own cum drip from over his lips and back down onto her pussy. “You like the way I lick and suck at this gorgeous little cunt like I’ve dreamed?” He dipped his head to suckle once more at her clit until her back was arching off the bed. “Or do you like my filthy mouth when I tell you how much I can’t wait to have this tight pussy squeezing my cock while I fuck you the way we both crave?”
A little hiccup of a laugh escaped her. “Both,” she admitted sheepishly, even as his devilish lips and tongue stole her breath once more.
“Get a pillow and watch me, Ochako,” he told her, pausing to blow cool air across the heat of her throbbing clit. “I want you to finally watch what I’ve always told you I wanted to do.”
She reached behind her, quickly doing as she was told, and was rewarded with a thick finger pressing inside her and curling upward. Ochako’s teeth clamped down on her lower lip when Izuku withdrew the finger and slid a second one in alongside the first, testing her depths with slow rotating thrusts before seeking out the front wall of her pussy.
“No, no, eyes on me,” he growled when her eyes instinctively slid shut. “I want all of you right here with me when I watch you come apart.”
Ochako let one of her hands drift down to cup his jaw and he turned his face to press a wet kiss to her palm before nipping at her fingertips when they strayed. She didn’t have time to giggle at the playfulness in his actions because his fingers found what they’d been looking for and mercilessly dragged back and forth inside her.
Izuku ducked his head and kept his eyes locked with hers as he sucked her clit between his lips again and began to alternate lips and tongue, lips and tongue, until her insides were strung so tight she thought she might be trapped on the wrong edge of release for forever. But through his gaze she heard his permission, his encouragement for her to come and when he began to hum around her clit her body made the decision for her.
The release had her eyes sliding closed, her breath held in her chest for moments that lasted years until she was exhaling in ugly, ragged gasps as her insides fluttered and gripped around Izuku’s fingers. Her pussy convulsed and she could swear she felt Izuku’s smile as he moaned along with her, his mouth vibrating against her from his volume as he continued to suck and lap at her.
It was lifetimes later when Ochako’s eyes slid back open, gasping air like a landed fish and sprawled across her bed as if she’d finished a marathon instead of being given the best head she could have ever imagined. Oversensitive nerves cried out and clutched at Izuku’s fingers even as he carefully withdrew them from her and lifted them to his mouth to suck them clean.
“Come up here and give me a taste,” she told him, feeling brazen and fearless in her post-orgasmic haze.
Izuku reared up at once, crawling up her body like a great predatory cat until his forearms were braced on either side of her head and his head ducked down to lightly catch her lips with his. But Ochako wanted more so she threw her arms around his shoulders, her legs up around his hips, and drew him down, her tongue foraying shyly between his lips to catch her own flavor there.
He kissed her then, his weight dropping down on her as he groaned into her mouth, an arm shifting down so that he could grab handfuls of her ass and press her hips up to his as he rolled into her.
“Fuck me,” she hummed as his mouth began to drift down her neck, mapping her skin with tongue and teeth. “I need you inside me, Izuku. Please.” Had she ever wanted anything more in her entire life? Had she ever imagined being with someone could ever feel this good? She had to chase it with every fiber of her being. She wanted everything with him.
Izuku rolled partially to the side, enough to remove the hand from her ass and use it to drag one of her hands away from his shoulders. He led her palm between his legs where she cupped the heft of his erection through his pants.
“This what you want, Ochako?” He nipped the shell of her ear. “You want me to work this big cock inside your sweet body, huh, pretty girl? Want me to fill you up?”
Gods, yes, she wanted that. She hissed her assent into his waiting mouth when he trailed it from her ear to the corner of her lips.
“I want to tell you something, Ochako,” he murmured quietly, gently plying his tongue between her lips to stroke alongside hers. “Something that I think has been coming for a long time.”
Ochako’s head was swimming with continued pleasure and she nodded. “Tell me anything. You know I’ll listen.” She let her free hand drift over his brow, tracing scars new and old along with the exuberance of freckles that dotted his skin. Her hand between them squeezed around the girth of his erection and she clenched her own thighs in response to the idea of having him inside her.
She was catapulted from how deep she’d dropped into his words and touch when an alarm blared through her phone, echoed by the communicator in the kitchen.
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The shrill repetition of the notification made her body seize with tension.
Where she would normally be reacting on instinct—suit up, head out, game face—she laid there feeling utterly paralyzed. And then she burst into mortifying tears and shuddering sobs that made her breaths hiccup.
She had been drunk on Izuku’s touch and kisses, desperate for more—more of his tongue and fingers and cock. She wanted to feel him too-big and too-full and too-perfect inside her. The small part of her brain that couldn’t align with the emergency alert was absolutely terrified that this had been her last chance to feel something this good.
It was yanked away from her, leaving her naked and abandoned in a sea of herself. She cried harder when Izuku levered himself up and off of her, leaving her in the middle of her bed alone and adrift.
A deep voice caught her peripheral hearing and a moment later a warm, wet rag was sweeping gently between her legs, cleaning her. One of Izuku’s big hands curled behind her neck while the other cleaned her with a level of care that didn’t fit the new urgency of the moment.
Vision blurry, eyes puffy from crying so hard and so fast, and head throbbing with the force of it, she looked up at him. His face was partly in shadow so the green of his eyes looked black, but she could see the soft curve of his mouth, the freckles dusting his cheeks like cinnamon.
“I let them know you’re en route,” he said quietly, kneading her neck. The action helped her breathing ease. “I can’t respond at the site with you but I can get you there pretty damn fast.”
The wet rag disappeared somewhere and he wrapped his now free arm under her back, lifting her to a seated position and tugging her fiercely into his chest. He pressed dozens of quick little kisses from one temple to the other, then cupped her face in his hands to draw her gaze to his.
“You’re worth the wait,” he whispered.
The words threatened to send her into sobs all over again.
Before the change in her relationship with Izuku, all she’d ever known from her partners was impatience. They couldn’t understand why she couldn’t get in the mood. They couldn’t understand why she wasn’t wet. They couldn’t understand why she wasn’t ready. They couldn’t understand why she didn’t come, or even fake coming.
Physical connection had only ever been on the other person’s terms in her experience.
“You’re worth the wait,” he said again, tone a little more fierce. “I’m not going anywhere.” His thumbs swiped at twin trails of tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Do y-you promise?” She hated how her lip quivered, how the question made her feel like anything except the hero she knew she was, but she felt so upside-down and vulnerable. Her insecurities laid out right in front of this man who meant so much to her.
His eyes searched hers. “You’re it for me.”
It took another few seconds, the room quiet but for their breaths. Gazes unwavering. Then Ochako nodded and surged forward to press a fervent, closed-mouth kiss to his lips.
When they broke apart she found her footing and rolled to the edge of the bed.
“How can I help?” he asked as she threw her closet door open.
This felt familiar. Ochako was back on an even keel now. “Put on your shoes. We’re going out my sliding glass door.”
Did she need him to get her there when she had her own quirk to do the job? Of course not, and both of them knew it. But she wanted every second with him that she could get, so she didn’t argue against his offer to get her where she needed to go.
The quirk that had once been reduced to nothing but a mere ember had been coaxed back into a roaring flame by Izuku’s own will and strength. He found joy in using it, in celebrating it still being with him, so she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. Not in a hundred years.
By the time he came back into the bedroom with his shoes on, she’d already zipped up her suit and had one boot secured. As soon as the other was on, she was heading to the door, putting her headset on as she walked.
Izuku’s familiar green lightning sparked to roaring life as he activated One For All, hooked an arm around her waist, and catapulted them into the air toward the disaster site.