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There were a lot of expectations put on Ochako from the moment she presented as an alpha. None of them from her parents of course, her father is a beta and her mother an omega - they have only ever expressed that she should focus on what makes her happy, and that didn’t change when she matured into an alpha. However, the same cannot be said with other people...well, that’s not fully correct.
Her classmates had ooo’d and awe’d when she first presented, all of them impressed with her alpha status, and saying how it fitted her so well. Her teachers were delighted that they were helping such a strong and promising alpha become a powerful hero. Omegas complimented her scent, saying it was alluring and comforting, and that whatever omega ended up with such a pretty alpha was the luckiest person alive.
Yet - with all these sweet words and smiling faces, it never seems to be enough, that even though she’s perfect, people still want more from her.
She found some relief at U.A. though - your second sex didn’t matter here; it’s all about your morals and heroic spirit...Though, there was no changing the fact that they were all still young adults, and a number of her classmates loved to talk about romance; and this time around, she was unfortunately the target of the topic.
“You’ve never dated before?!” Mina exclaims, after almost choking on her drink from Ochako’s confession.
They all have gathered in Momo’s room as usual for their girls’ night, and everyone’s attention is on her, though with varying degrees of interest. Kyouka has only raised an eyebrow at Ochako’s words, while Mina looks like her puppy was personally kicked by Ochako; Tsuyu looks like she couldn’t care less as she taps at her phone screen, and Momo simply nods as she admits, “I have never dated as well.”
“WHAT!?” Mina slams her hands against the surface of the table, “oh come on, who else has never dated?”
Almost immediately, Tsuyu and Kyouka lift their hands, and Tooru’s sleeve moves upward making it clear she also raised her hand. It eases a weight off of Ochako’s chest knowing she’s not the only one, especially when Kyouka is such a cool alpha, and Tsuyu and Tooru are absolutely adorable omegas. This only makes Mina wear an expression like someone told her she had three days left to live.
“I can’t believe this,” she whispers in horror, “how can all of you have no experience?”
“You try having two little siblings and busy parents,” Tsuyu mutters as she bites into a rice cracker.
Mina winces, “okay that’s fair, but what about the rest of you?!”
Kyouka shrugs as she leans back on one hand as she twirls her earphone jack with the other, “I haven’t really met a girl who I like, and my ruts are pretty mild so I’ve never felt the need to spend them with someone.”
“You’ll be surprised at how many people don’t want to date a girl they can’t see, even if she’s an omega,” Tooru said, and Mina jolted like she was physically hit.
Momo clicks her tongue as she shakes her head, “well those people are fools, you’re very lovely Tooru. As for me, well, as the sole heiress to my family’s company and fortune, all my suitors must be handled carefully, so my parents thoroughly check whoever tries to ask me out; they’ve all been unsavory types.”
“Fuck, yeah those are super valid reasons,” Mina said with a sigh, and then she looks back to Ochako with a slight frown, “what about you, Ochako?”
Ochako jumps - all five of her fingers touch the bottle of juice she was about to grab, and she flushes even more as she quickly releases it before it can drift upward, “o-oh uh, I’m the same as Kyouka, I’ve never met someone that I’m interested in dating.”
Mina sighs again, laying out on her side as she rests her cheek in her palm, “damn, and here I was hoping for some juicy stories.”
Ochako felt a little bad because the truth is - she’s never felt any attraction for omegas, at least not any sexual attraction. Though as of recently, that might have changed since she’s pretty sure she has developed a crush on her best friend - Tsuyu. It’s no surprise, she’s an amazing woman - level-headed, mature, kind, and beautiful; Ochako can imagine having Tsuyu at her side for the rest of her life, and she’s never felt that way before about any other omega, so it must be a crush!
However, the days pass by and Ochako hasn’t done anything about this crush and she doesn’t know why. She remembers how so many other alphas have talked about the irresistible desire to claim an omega as soon as they could, before some other alpha swooped in. Ochako is sure it won’t be long until someone takes an interest in Tsuyu, and yet, Ochako felt no rush. There wasn’t an ounce of worry in her - not a single concern - confident in the fact that she and Tsuyu will end up together.
...Until she turned the corner. She was meeting up with Tsuyu outside to go enjoy their lunch in the courtyard, however, she was greeted with a sight that made her feel...funny.
Tsuyu is sitting on a bench, looking unbothered as usual, even as she’s being loomed over by an unfamiliar woman. The sunlight catches in the young woman’s messy hair and makes it shine like threads of gold - pale, smooth skin unabashedly shown off with a shortened skirt and rolled up sleeves, and a few buttons undone maybe a bit too low on her shirt. The woman turns her head slightly, and suddenly Ochako finds herself looking into animalistic eyes, the burning yellow of a cat’s stare that has found prey.
The unknown woman, possibly an upperclassman, grins wide - and Ochako feels a lump form in her throat seeing huge fangs being bared at her, “oh? Is this the little alpha who got her tasty scent all over you, Tsu-chan? Hm...she doesn’t look like much to me.”
Tsuyu hums, low and soft, truly unmoved by this woman - alpha, that’s an alpha, and she dares to mock me - and simply holds up a hand to wave Ochako over, “I’d watch yourself, Himiko-san, ribbit, Ochako may look sweet, but she can easily go toe-to-toe with Bakugou.”
“Can she?” This alpha purrs teasingly - Himiko Himiko Himiko - stepping away from Tsuyu, and then saunters toward Ochako.
Himiko barely got within ten feet of Ochako when her scent hit the brunette like a punch to the gut. A sickeningly sweet mix of over-ripen fruits, and the sharp metallic tang of fresh blood almost buried under the heavy fermentation; like finding a corpse in an orchard during the fading warmth of October. Ochako swallows down the saliva that gathers under her tongue, and tries not to greedily inhale this alpha’s scent, but it’s impossible as Himiko moves into her personal space; she can practically taste the scent, and she’s afraid she might become drunk on it.
She’s never really experienced another alpha using their pheromones on her - Katsuki didn’t really count since he can hardly control his. However, now she understood what they meant when they said it felt suffocating, Ochako’s lungs were only filled with Himiko’s scent, as if the other alpha was forcing her to live on it alone. She should feel disgust, anger, or perhaps even fear - especially with such an overpowering scent, that’s always what the textbooks said when explaining what to expect when another alpha puts their pheromones on you. She’s only met with warmth blooming in her chest.
Himiko leans in close - too close to her scent glands - not close enough - and breathes in deeply, moaning loudly without shame, “you really do have such a delicious scent, though I don’t appreciate it being on Tsu-chan, I like her not being drenched in your smell, little alpha.”
“Are-are you trying to court Tsu-chan?”
The blonde cackles - the sound ringing in Ochako’s ears - as she reaches out and fiddles with the collar of Ochako’s shirt, “court her? That’s so fucking cute, what are you - eighty? No, I’m not trying to court her, I’m trying to fuck her.”
Her stomach turns at Himiko’s words, a familiar nausea brewing in her body, but Ochako grits her teeth and forces it down; instead a growl rises up and rumbles in her chest, “then you better back off, Tsu doesn’t deserve scum like you harassing her.”
Ochako has also never blasted out her own pheromones onto others, but for Tsuyu’s sake - she lets loose. Instantly, the sweet fruits and metallic tang is pushed back by nutmeg and cinnamon coffee, however, she isn’t able to fully wash away Himiko’s scent, and it would be frustrating if...if she had actually cared. Instead, she regrets doing this, because her scent mixed with Himiko's...it smelled...it smelled good.
Himiko cocks an eyebrow, a please smirk curling her lips as she leans into Ochako’s face, “are you really challenging me, little alpha? I haven’t even touched Tsu-chan, and from the looks of it, neither have you - so why are you making a fuss?”
“Because she’s my best friend!” Ochako snaps her teeth at Himiko, but the alpha doesn’t flinch - no, she laughs at Ochako’s weak attempt at intimidating her.
Himiko draws in even closer, their noses almost brushing, “you are too adorable...alright then Ochako, I gladly accept your challenge, when and where?”
Ochako snarls through her teeth, “today after school, Gym Gamma.”
“I’ll see you later then, Ochako, bye bye,” Himiko said, grinning like she had already won. She quickly closes the gap between them, rubbing her nose against Ochako’s, and then sprints away before Ochako could react, let alone say something.
What...what was that?! Why did she do that!? Tsuyu wasn’t some prize to fight over, she shouldn’t have issued a challenge like that! Though she couldn’t let any of that go, everything Himiko had said was too much - right, this is less of a fight over Tsuyu, and more like defending her honor! She won’t let any alpha talk about her best friend like that!
She’s going to put that alpha in her place, Ochako doesn’t care that her fangs are bigger, and that her scent is powerful, and her stare is stunning. She could easily take Himiko, she’s sure of that - Himiko is only a little taller than her, and that’s all she had on Ochako; the other alpha had nice curves, a lithe body that had to be more flexible and agile than strong. Ochako bets she can wrap her hands around Himiko’s waist and lift her with no problem - pin her to the ground and keep her there for hours, completely under her mercy. Himiko will submit to her.
She will be mine.
“Ochako?”
She jolts slightly, her head snapping toward the woman who had started all of this, “Tsu...oh, Tsu! Are you okay, she didn’t do anything to you?”
“No, ribbit, and I can’t believe you actually did that,” Tsuyu said, shaking her head - though not exactly in disappointment, but in...exasperation?
Ochako doesn’t know what she did wrong, isn’t this what alphas are supposed to do? “I...I’m sorry? But she was saying all those things about you-”
Tsuyu holds up a hand, and Ochako shuts her mouth without a second thought, “I know, ribbit, I’m not upset with you...just...ribbit, be safe, okay? I kind of know Himiko, she’s not a bad person, she’s just...weird, ribbit.”
“Weird? Tsu, that wasn’t weird, she was being gross about you, and she was mocking me!”
Tsuyu sighs, rubbing her eyes tiredly, and then she straightens up with a narrowed stare, “listen Ochako, I promise you that Himiko is nice, she’s just doing something stupid, ribbit.”
Ochako frowns - she wants to trust Tsuyu’s word, but something about this is eating at her, “alright...then should I call off the challenge?”
Tsuyu lets out a groan as she rolls her eyes and waves a hand through the air, “do what you want, ribbit, I’m not getting even more involved in this, I’m going to go have lunch now, you’re welcome to join me, ribbit.” The omega turns sharply on her heel and marches off.
“Ah, wait, what do you mean by that?” Ochako calls out, forced to jog after her best friend, “don’t pick up your pace! Tsu please I won’t ask anymore!...Tsuyu don’t ignore me!”
Ochako felt like she was going to throw up. Standing outside of Gym Gamma was like preparing for her match against Bakugou all over again, though without the haunting knowledge that your loss will be seen by millions of people. Still, her stomach knits itself into endless knots, her palms sweating as she reaches out a shaky hand toward the door. She doesn’t even know why she’s so nervous, she’s charged through Bakugou’s shattering explosions - faced down Shouto’s crushing glaciers and raging infernos - and risked the devastating punches of Izuku.
She won’t lose - her pride won’t allow it - I need to show her my strength.
She pushes open the door and walks inside, and immediately she barely fights down the desire to retreat when her eyes land onto Himiko. The blonde is already stretching her body on the mats, dressed in a pair of tight shorts that stopped mid-thigh and a tank-top that is cropped above her navel, her sports bra clearly visible. Ochako stood there stock-still as she watches Himiko bend over backwards to place her hands against the floor, and then she kicks her feet up into a hand-stand, keeping the post for a few seconds before moving through the motions to be upright once more.
“You know, there’s a certain floral note to your scent,” Himiko suddenly spoke, her back facing Ochako as she lifts her arms high above her head, Ochako unable to look away from the way the muscles flex and shift.
“Is there? No one has ever mentioned it before,” Ochako slowly steps further into the open space, wiping her hands against her shirt and hoping she doesn’t look nervous.
“Hm, I’m not surprised, it’s very faint,” Himiko drops her arms as she turns around, a small smile on her lips, “I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself.”
Ochako frowns, puzzled at the change in Himiko’s behavior, it was like she was talking to a whole different person; the only thing that made it clear this was the same alpha she met this afternoon was her pungent scent, “no, you haven’t.”
Himiko nods, stepping off of the mats and walking up to Ochako, “Himiko, I’m a second year in the Heroics Department, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Ochako’s eyes widened at that, she would have never guessed they were in the same course, “uh, you know me?”
Himiko barks out a laugh, but unlike before...it made Ochako feel warm in the face, “who doesn’t know you? Your fight against Kats was legendary, it’s a shame I didn’t get to see it for myself.”
“...Kats? You mean Bakugou?” Did the blonde somehow know her classmate? How many of her friends knew Himiko?
The alpha looks confused for a moment, and then her expression smooths out with a giggle, “wow, they really don’t talk about me huh? Eh, I guess I’m not surprised, I’m kind of the black sheep of the family.” Himiko holds out her hand to Ochako, her smile pulling wide at her lips and revealing those large fangs, “I’m Himiko - Bakugou Himiko, I’m Katsuki’s cousin.”
Suddenly, everything and nothing made sense.
“Oh! Uh, it’s nice to meet you, Himiko-san,” Ochako said, taking Himiko’s hand and shaking it firmly - and doing her best to ignore how nice it felt to hold her hand in hers. “You are...very different from earlier.”
Himiko turns a bit sheepish as she takes her hand back, “yeah um, let’s forget about that! I was being silly.”
“She’s not a bad person, she’s just...weird.”
Tsuyu’s words ring in her head, the knots in her gut untangling a little - maybe she should have had more faith in Tsuyu, the frog-like woman never lies, “so, do you actually want to fight me then? If you were just trying to get my attention...well, you’ve certainly got it now.”
Himiko’s smile turns a bit playful, Ochako gets caught on the shape of her lips, watching the way she forms every syllable, “sorry Ochako, but there’s no way for you to get out of this, I want to see you in action.”
“Alright then, do you want to use Quirks?” Ochako asks as she moves past Himiko and onto the mats, starting her own stretches.
“...Sure, let’s make this interesting.”
“Interesting?” Ochako smiles as she sits down and spreads her legs out in front of her, “I mean, using Quirks is pretty standard isn’t it? What would be so interesting?”
She hears Himiko hum softly from behind her, “my Quirk isn’t really useful for fights, but I could still kick Kats’s ass, so I’m curious to see how well you’ll do.”
“Wait, really? Bakugou-kun is no pushover, especially with his Quirk.”
Himiko appears in Ochako’s peripheral, looming like a predator - Ochako does her best to ignore the sweat that prickles the back of her neck. “Yeah, but he’s an idiot, he doesn’t do a lot of hand-to-hand training,” Himiko said, “but you do have that training, so you might be able to take me down.”
“I...I’ll try not to disappoint,” Ochako said, turning toward Himiko and flashing her a bright smile.
“Oh, I’m sure you will never disappoint me, Ochako.”
Her heart refuses to calm down, and her skin feels so hot - like she has a fever; she’s not scared of Himiko, not even a little bit, and yet it was like her body was going through a fight or flight response. She doesn’t understand why, she doesn’t get it at all, but she can’t let it distract her. She finishes up her stretches and hops to her feet - Himiko grins as she moves to stand across from Ochako on the far end of the mats.
“We’ll start on three,” Himiko said, getting into a low stance, her hands coming out to her sides - like she’s used to holding something in them.
Then it was like it was never there - her anxiety washing out of her as she lifted her arms defensively, finding comfort in the familiarity of her grappler stance. This is about fun - about impressing - she should have never been nervous in the first place - Himiko should be.
“One...two...three!”
Silence fills the room, neither of them making a move after the countdown, and Ochako almost laughs - instead a snort escapes her, and she can see the way Himiko’s lips twitch. She takes a deep breath, shaking her head slightly, and then she starts stepping to the side; Himiko matches her in reverse, the two alphas circling, waiting to see who becomes impatient first.
It was Himiko - and she’s terrifyingly fast. Ochako’s eyes widen as she barely catches the leaping kick Himiko aims right for her chest. She quickly learns Himiko is also slippery; the blonde pulls out of her grip before she can fully lock her fingers around Himiko’s ankle and take away her gravity.
Himiko doesn’t let up, mainly throwing lightning fast kicks with the intent to take out her legs - which is annoying, but nothing to really sweat about, after-all defense is what Ochako excels at. She hears a low snarl before Himiko tries to jab her in the ribs, she easily blocks the hit and moves in with a shove of her shoulder, knocking Himiko back a few steps.
The other alpha pauses a moment, and now Ochako can clearly see the pout on Himiko’s face, “come on Ochako, what are we doing, playing footsies?”
“Hu-huh? What do you mean?” Ochako brings up her leg to block another one of Himiko’s kicks.
“This is supposed to be a fight, but you haven’t thrown a single punch yet.” Himiko tries to slip under her guard to deliver a palm strike to her diaphragm, but Ochako catches her wrist - all five fingers closing around.
Give her what she wants - show her my strength - make her submit.
Himiko starts to float, but instead of panicking like Ochako thought she would - Himiko smirks - and Ochako is quickly reminded of the fact that Himiko is flexible. The blonde uses Ochako’s grip as an anchor point, her free hand grasping onto Ochako’s forearm tightly as she flings her lower half up and forward; Ochako grunts as Himiko’s legs lock around her head. However, she was still stronger than Himiko.
Ochako pries her forearm out of Himiko’s hold, and brings her fingertips together as she leans forward. Himiko’s returned gravity drags them to the matted floor, Himiko hitting the ground with a wheeze, releasing the headlock she had on Ochako and her legs flopping down. The brunette moves fast, sitting back on Himiko’s shoulder blades and swiftly getting the other alpha into a leglock.
“You should just tap out Himiko! You’re not gonna win against me,” Ochako growls through bared teeth, “you may have speed and agility, but I’ve got the strength and the control!”
“Do you, little alpha?”
Ochako frowns in confusion, until suddenly Himiko’s leg turns gray and unnaturally soft in her grip; a clay-like ooze runs over and in between her fingers, and Ochako reflectively lets go to avoid getting any more of the thick liquid on her hands. She watches as Himiko’s limb reforms into the leg of a familiar frog-like woman, and then hastily rolls to the side to dodge a Frog-powered kick.
Ochako scrambles to her feet, whipping around to see Himiko slowly standing up, both of her legs now Tsuyu’s - Ochako’s jaw drops in awe, “is that...your Quirk?”
“Transform, I can turn into anyone, as long as I’ve had a bit of their blood,” Himiko said as she lowered into a crouch, “now, I need you to get serious Ochako, show me what a real alpha looks like.”
Himiko launches herself at Ochako, trying to come in for a dropkick - a move the brunette has seen endlessly performed by her best friend. She plants her feet and twists her torso, Himiko’s heels grazing her side, but Ochako doesn’t let her slip by. She wraps her arms around Himiko, snatching her out of the air, using her momentum to spin and throw Himiko face-first into the floor.
Ochako snarls, feeling the tips of her fangs brushing against her bottom lip as she slams her weight down onto Himiko’s back once more. She presses a knee onto the blonde’s forearm, and grabs the other arm and pulls up and back, locking it under her own arm. Ochako puts her hand on the back of Himiko’s neck, digging her thumb and three fingers against the back of her jaw.
She leans down, panting into Himiko’s ear, “do you surrender?”
Himiko is still and quiet, not even trying to fight Ochako’s hold, and then she softly laughs; she turns her head as much as she can, a yellow eye crescent-shaped with how wide her smile is, “I yield, alpha.”
There’s a roar in Ochako’s mind, feeling her own lips pull into a grin as pride burns in her chest - I won, she is mine! She lets go of Himiko, easing off her back, “I’ll admit, you probably would have gotten me if you hadn’t used Tsu there, I know her moveset too well.”
“Hm, I figured,” Himiko mumbled, flipping around onto her back, and remained underneath Ochako, “sadly I’m limited with Transform, if I could use any Quirk, I would have used your own against you.”
Ochako blinks rapidly, “my own?”
Himiko nods, utterly relaxed where she is at, bringing her arms up and under her head, “I’ve noticed you struggle when your Quirk is used on yourself, and I know you're not used to fighting against other grappler types, I’m practicing the style myself, but I’m no way on your level...yet.”
Is she still mocking me? Does she really think she can beat me after this?! I’ve won, there is no questioning who is the stronger alpha!
Ochako huffs, her eyes narrowing, “it sounds like you’ve been studying me, and yet you still lost, I don’t think there’s a future where you win.”
Himiko’s grin stretches impossibly wider, gums and teeth fully showing, and Ochako’s heart skips a beat, “do you wanna go for another round then, little alpha?”
Another round turns into another one, and then another one - and Ochako is panting heavily as she pushes Himiko’s face against the mat for the dozenth time. She’s lying over the blonde’s back, using her whole body to pin down Himiko, the brunette’s cheek resting on Himiko’s shoulder and getting a mouthful of her scent. They’re both breathless and absolutely drenched in sweat, but Ochako is elated - her veins buzzing with adrenaline, and smiling as she huffs out a laugh.
Himiko matches her, looking toward Ochako with a weak cackle, “you know...back in the old days...when an alpha won a fight against another alpha, they would put a claim on the weaker one...right on the back of the neck."
The thought jolts through Ochako, her dick twitching, “wha...what?”
“Of course, it isn't a mating bond,” Himiko grins, wolfish and lovely, “it was to simply show others that alpha was now the servant of the stronger one, though it fell out of practice when people started to view it as degrading.”
Ochako licks her lips, her teeth aching, “why are you telling me this?”
“Because I like the idea, I want to be marked by you in every way possible,” Himiko purrs softly, tilting her hips back and rubbing her ass against Ochako’s crotch. "I really like you, Ochako-chan."
"I…we…we barely know each other," Ochako chokes out, her face burning red-hot as she pulls away from Himiko, trying to ignore the way her cock throbs.
Himiko huffs, sitting up and turning around with a pretty pout on her face, crawling toward Ochako, "I'm not asking you to take me as your mate…I know I could never get that lucky, but you can have your fun with me, I like the idea of being your bitch."
"Wa-wait, wait hold on, I-I thought you were into Tsu, and not only that, we-we're both alphas! You shouldn't be-"
"Oh…you believe that kind of stuff."
Ochako freezes up at hearing the disappointment in Himiko's tone, her pout turning into an actual frown as she sits back on her heels, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Himiko sighs. The blonde climbs to her feet, awkwardly rubbing at the back of her neck, "ah, I always do this to myself, getting my hopes up…I'm sorry, Uraraka-san, I won't bother you again."
NO! She can't leave - I won our fight, I made her submit to me - she is mine to have! She cannot escape me so easily - I will chase her down - claim her for everyone to see.
Himiko turns away, taking a few steps, and Ochako moves without a thought. She leaps forward and slams into Himiko's back, knocking the other alpha to the ground; she quickly presses her full weight into Himiko, hands on her hips, growling against her neck. Ochako is faintly aware of her scent filling the air, nutmeg and cinnamon coffee bearing down on Himiko.
Such a pretty alpha, and she offered all of herself to me - all her soft curves and sweet skin - smells so delicious - need to taste her.
Ochako licks a line over Himiko's scent gland, barely resisting the urge to sink her fangs in and mark Himiko forever as hers; instead she puts her mouth on the blonde's shoulder and snarls, "you can't do this to me."
"O-Ochako? What are you doing-ah!" Himiko gasps as Ochako delivers a sharp nip to her shoulder.
"You just can't suddenly appear, all perfect with that wonderful scent, and beautiful smile, and make me feel all these things. Everyone is expecting me to be this ideal alpha, I'm supposed to like an omega - I'm supposed to like Tsu, but instead I…I…"
Ochako tapers off with a rough sigh, burying her face into the crook of Himiko's neck, "…I want to kiss you…I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly before…isn't that strange?"
Himiko slowly relaxes under Ochako, huffing out a faint breath, "not at all…and besides, who cares? You should live how you want to, love who you want to, do whatever makes you happy."
Ochako sits up a little, nudging Himiko to roll over onto her back - which might have been a mistake, for when she is met with that golden gaze, she finds it a lot harder to breath - to think, "I don't know what to really do now…"
"like I said - whatever makes you happy," Himiko grins a little as she reaches up and caresses Ochako's cheek, "you want to kiss me, right?"
"Ye-yeah, I haven't ever wanted to kiss someone before," Ochako confesses.
"Aw, you're turning so shy! What happened to the big, strong alpha who tackled me just a few seconds ago?" Himiko purrs, "if you want a kiss, you can take it from me."
Ochako licks her lips - her whole body flushing with heat as she leans down, Himiko's hand running along her jaw and down her neck, resting right on her scent gland. Ochako melts the moment their lips touch, everything within her screaming at how good - how right - it felt to kiss Himiko. She carefully places more of her weight on the other alpha, tilting her head and cautiously moving her mouth to deepen the kiss; Himiko hums in delight as she places her other hand on Ochako's lower back, dipping her fingers under the hem of Ochako's shirt.
She puts a forearm next to Himiko's head, leaning more to the side to free up a hand, running her fingertips up Himiko's side to graze the swell of her breast. She could become addicted to this - to Himiko and her smooth skin and slender frame; to the smell of sweet, fruity blood that thickens the air between them. It all makes her head hazy, her chest rumbling with a pleased growl as Himiko arches into her.
Ochako breaks away with faint pants, and frowns a little when she can feel something hard pointing her thigh; she glances down their bodies, and her heart stutters seeing a bugle in Himiko's shorts.
"Are you curious?"
Ochako's gaze snaps back up at the question - Himiko grins as she gently scratches her nails over Ochako's scent gland, "you can look if you want to…or we can stop, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Wha-what about you? Why are you letting me have all the control?" Ochako asks.
"…Because I'm already happy with this," Himiko said with a content sigh, "so yeah, whatever you want to do is fine by me."
Ochako slowly sits up, shifting back to straddle Himiko's legs, "anything?"
Himiko hums as she nods, "I'll let you know if I don't want to, I have some self-respect."
"Then…" Ochako hooks two fingers under the waistband of Himiko's shorts, "is this alright?"
"Out in the middle of the gym, where anyone could walk in?" A devilish smirk curls Himiko's lips as she lifts her hips, "sounds like a good time to me."
The beat of her heart roars in her ears as she pulls down the shorts, only for it to stop dead when Himiko's cock springs out, hard and throbbing red, and not very big.
Immediately Himiko giggles nervously, "yeah I know, not all that impressive huh?" Her cheeks are bright red, a hand coming up to rub at one, "I hope that's not disappointing?"
"N-no that's not it," Ochako smiles as she leans down, putting her hands on Himiko's thighs and squeezing them softly, "I was just thinking it's cute and…I want to put you in my mouth."
Himiko buries her fingers in brunette hair as Ochako takes the head between her lips and sucks lightly, "oh fuck, this is actually happening," Himiko hisses, her hips jolting slightly.
Despite this being her first time, Ochako moves with confidence, and with Himiko whining and whimpering as she ran her tongue along her shaft, it's no surprise she acts self-assured. She sinks down and easily puts the entire length in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harshly as she bobs her head. Himiko either can't, or doesn't care about keeping her voice down, she practically yowls as her hips buck upward, trying to fuck Ochako's mouth.
"God, you look so good like this," Himiko groans, tugging on brown locks; Ochako hums as she glances up at Himiko and smiles around her cock, making the other alpha groan even louder, "don't do that, that's so evil!"
Ochako is discovering that Himiko is adorably responsive - giving a little reaction to everything that is done to her. She wanted to see more, needed to know what else would get her a sound, a twitch, a desperate plead. Ochako trails her hands up Himiko's body, slipping them under her tank-top and bra, Himiko immediately pushing her chest into Ochako's touch. The blonde moaning as Ochako swipes a thumb over her nipples, nails digging into the brunette's scalp when Ochako pinches them.
"Ochako, oh god Ochako! I'm not-I'm not gonna last!"
Heat coils in the pit of gut at those words; she was doing this, she was making Himiko feel good - she was pleasing her little alpha. A deep purr rattles her ribs, her own dick straining under her pants, aching for attention, but she could care less about that when she had Himiko withering underneath her. She slightly lifts up, swirling her tongue around the tip of Himiko's cock, and then dips back down, doing her best to keep a steady rhythm while Himiko thrusts her hips.
Himiko's moans climb in octave, turning light and breathy as the pumps of her hips become shallower and faster, "alpha, my alpha! You're so good - so perfect!"
Ochako groans as her hips slightly rut against the floor - she never thought she'd be into that, but sparks fizzle down her spine, flushing at the praise.
"Yes - yes! You're amazing Ochi, so fucking good! I want more, please please please-!"
Ochako blinks rapidly as Himiko comes in her mouth without warning, putting force on the back of her head to still her movements. She recovers quickly though, sucking on Himiko as she swallows, helping the other alpha through her orgasm as much as she can. It doesn't take long for Himiko recover from the aftershocks, and to soften in her mouth - much to her disappointment, she had hoped they could go for a little longer.
She gingerly pulls away, sitting up and licking at the corner of her lips where a bit of semen had escaped, "this is going to sound sudden, but I think you're the cutest girl I've ever met."
"Th-thank you, but that totally can't be true," the red in Himiko's cheeks spreads out to fill her whole face, even coloring her ears. "There's so many cute girls in your class - boys too, there's no you could compare them to me."
"You're right, I can't compare them to you, because they cannot match you," Ochako growls, and with her hands still on Himiko's breasts, she gives them a firm squeeze. "After-all, I'm here fucking you, not them."
Himiko lets out a weak mewl, her head tilting back to bare her throat to Ochako, "don't tease me like this, I'm already crazy about you."
Ochako shifts atop Himiko, draw in by the sight of her unmarred neck, leaning in closer with the temptation to bite, but she freezes when Himiko suddenly stiffens up.
Himiko's wide eyes dart down, "oh wow, you are…fuck me," she said with a shaky sigh.
Ochako follows Himiko's gaze, and smirks slightly, "are you curious?" She uses Himiko's own words, bucking gently to rub her bugle against Himiko's stomach. "You can look if you want to."
"Sh-shut up!" The blonde alpha manages to squeak out, "I didn't know you could be so mean!"
"Sorry, you really are just too cute to resist," Ochako said with a light purr, "I won't tease you anymore…but you didn't answer me, do you want to have a look?"
Himiko gulps, her eyes going back to Ochako's crotch, "…yes."
Ochako smiles - big and bright - as she moves to kneel between Himiko's legs, she grabs the blonde's hands and places them on her hips, "then go ahead, and you called me the shy one."
"This…this isn't how I envisioned any of this going," Himiko mutters, sliding her fingers under the waistband of Ochako's pants and boxers.
"What did you think was going to happen?"
Himiko huffs, her smirk finally returning as she looks Ochako dead in the eye, "I thought you were going to fuck my ass in the middle of the gym."
Ochako bites her lips, her heart thumping at the idea, "maybe next time then."
Himiko pauses just as she starts to tug down Ochako's clothing, "next time?"
"Well yeah, um - we're kind of doing this all out of order," Ochako said, laughing as she rubs the back of her neck. "You said you like me, and I think I'm liking you too, so you know, I'd love to take you out on a date and get to know you better."
Himiko's jaw drops in disbelief, "are you serious?"
"Mhm!" Ochako nods earnestly, "I wasn't joking when I said I've never been interested in anyone before I met you…I always knew something was weird about me, but I just ignored it…I don't want to turn a blind eye to this though, to keep pretending I'm some perfect alpha."
She leans forward on her knees, pressing a tender kiss to Himiko's scent gland, breathing in deeply ripe fruits and bloody iron, "I want to explore this, to see where this leads us…to learn how to love you, and be your perfect alpha instead."
Himiko trembles lightly, and Ochako pulls back to see tears gathering in her golden gaze, "you…you really mean that?"
"Yes," Ochako reaches up, wiping away the tears before they can spill, "do you want to stop and get cleaned up? I didn't mean to upset you."
Himiko shakes her head, grunting as she rubs at her face roughly, "no! No I'm fine, just got a bit teary-eyed, and I can't leave you like this!"
"I don't mind," Ochako giggles, delighted by the other alpha's adorable pout, "like I said, there will be a next time, I definitely want more of your cute self in the future."
"But I want to make you feel good too," Himiko whines, "please, I promise I'm okay to keep going!"
Ochako hums, scratching at her cheek, "well, if you're sure," she reaches for her pants herself, pushing them down enough to slip out her stiff dick.
Himiko inhales sharply at the sight of it, "oh my fucking god, that's so unfair."
"Oh? Do you like my size, baby?" Ochako hooks her hands under Himiko's thighs and pulls her in close, bringing Himiko's thighs to rest atop hers. She smirks as rests her hard cock alongside Himiko's, moving her hips a little to rub lightly against her. "I mean, I guess I can understand the appeal, but honestly I wish I was smaller, maybe then I could be as half as cute as you are."
"No no no, please don't say that," Himiko moans, her own hips twitching to match Ochako, "you're perfect - my perfect alpha."
Warmth pools in her belly, Ochako lets out a low snarl as she grabs Himiko around the waist, "say that again."
"My alpha, my beautiful alpha - so strong and big and perfect," Himiko purrs, a wide smile appearing on her face, revealing those large fangs.
Ochako is dying to know what those would feel like on her neck.
"That's right, all yours, and you're mine," Ochako presses more into Himiko, placing her hands on the ground to lean her weight on them, looming over the blonde. "Now then, didn't you say you were going to make me feel good?"
Slender fingers caress her length, a thumb swiping over the head of her cock to collect pre-cum to rub against her shaft; Himiko grins - eyes glittering as she gives Ochako's cock a few pumps, "if we're not careful, we'll make a mess."
"Don't care," Ochako growls, her hips moving to follow Himiko's strokes, "wanna come all over you."
The blonde groans, her pace speeding up, "I'm gonna get hard again if you keep saying stuff like that."
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing to me," a wolfish grin curls back her lips, her fangs on full display for Himiko, "I'll happily suck you off again, or maybe I'll get on my hands and knees for you."
Himiko's scent spiked, so thick that Ochako can practically taste it, "oh you like that idea, baby? Do you want to be on top of me, be in control of me?"
"Ochako!" Himiko snarls, and the brunette can't help the hot stone that drops low in her abdomen at the sound - at the flash of razor-sharp fangs. Himiko is cute, but she's an alpha just like Ochako, with a bite that was surely worse than her bark.
She slaps a hand over her mouth, barely muffling a shout as her dick throbs hard, losing all sense of rhythm as she bucks her hips wildly, "fuck! Himiko, I'm so close!"
The blonde's eyes widen in surprise, "already?"
"You're so hot," Ochako whimpers, "I want you to bite me, wanna wear your mark."
"Where? You don't mean a…"
Ochako bends down, reaching up and roughly pulling aside the collar of her t-shirt, almost tearing the fabric to expose her shoulder, "here, please, need to feel your fangs."
Himiko hesitates a moment, the pumping of her hand slowing down - which Ochako wasn't ashamed to protest about. Fortunately Himiko picks back up her fast strokes, her free hand coming up to loop around Ochako's neck and pull the brunette closer as she sinks her teeth into the meat of Ochako's shoulder. Ochako tenses up, heat rushing through her as stars burst to life behind her eyelids - not even realizing she had shut them in the first place.
"Wonderful alpha, my Himiko - harder, I'm yours, all yours!"
A growl thunders near her ear, Himiko tightening her jaw, her large canines digging in even deeper - surly leaving behind a gruesome wound that will heal into a scar. A keen whine builds up from the back of her throat, another wave of pleasure rolling through her as Himiko continued to jerk her off. They stay locked together for seemingly a lifetime before Himiko relaxes her jaw, heedful of not causing further damage as she removes her fangs.
Ochako pants heavily, pushing herself upright on unsteady arms, she squints open her eyes - only for them to widen in shock. Ribbons of cum covered Himiko's stomach and chest, ruining the other alpha's tank-top, not that she seemed to care by the smirk she wore.
"Wow, you uh - really like to be bitten huh? You came twice."
"Fuck, okay maybe I shouldn't have come on you," Ochako mutters, grimacing as she fully separates from Himiko.
Himiko giggles, "it's fine, I mean the locker room is right over there, so it's not a problem," she brings her hand up to her mouth, and leisurely licks the semen off of her fingers. "Do you want to join me and help me clean up?"
Ochako immediately scrambles to her feet, "of course, I made the mess, I need to take responsibility for it!"
It was kind of late by the time Himiko and her finally parted ways. She had been tempted to accept Himiko's offer to go back to the blonde's dorm room, but in the end Ochako decided they had already gotten too carried for the day. Though on the bright side, they both have already agreed on a day for their first date, and Ochako couldn't wait for it!
She was practically floating as she walked into her dorm building, her body felt so light - like a heavy burden has finally been removed from her…She supposes one has been - after-all she wasn't lying to herself anymore, she wasn't refusing to feel the attraction she had for Himiko - she was completely embracing it.
"Uraraka! Welcome back, where have you-whoa!"
Ochako snaps out of her thoughts at Kaminari's exclaim, her brow furrowing seeing the beta pinching his nose shut as he takes a few steps back, "uh, are you alright, Kaminari?"
"Yeah, it's all good, but you reek!"
Ochako sniffs at herself, confused for a few seconds as only the scent of fermented fruits and metallic tang filled her nose - and then ice shoots through her veins. He was talking about Himiko's scent, the soft and loving nuzzle she left Ochako with - he is insulting my mate!
"What are you yelling about Denki?" Mina questions as she peeks over the back of the couch, the others that were sitting around the television having their attention called over by the commotion.
"It's Uraraka, she stinks! I think some alpha harassed her and got their pheromones all over her!"
"N-no, it's not like that-"
"Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that Ochako," Mina hops up from the couch, Tooru and Momo following after her to rush over to Ochako.
However, almost instantly, Tooru and Momo backpedal all the way to the couches, Momo covering her nose while Tooru whines, "oh god, sorry Ochako, but I don't think Momo and me can be anywhere near you until you wash off that smell."
Never never never never NEVER! MATE'S SCENT - CAN'T GET RID OF IT - NEED IT FOREVER!
"Ah, it's fine, but I-I don't want-"
"Man, who did this to you Uraraka?" Sero asks, his arms crossed with a frown, "you're such a sweet gal, I can't believe an alpha got this mad with you, not even Bakugou would do this."
Ochako shakes her head, her hands curling into fists, "I swear guys, this is a whole misunderstanding-"
"Ochako, you're way too nice," Mina huffs, putting her hands on her hips, "you shouldn't let whoever did off the hook so easily!"
She is my mate - mine! Why can't they understand?! She is mine - MINE MINE MINE MINE!
The brunette licks her teeth, the tips of her canines scraping at her bottom lip, "I'm being serious, this isn't what you think it is-"
"Why the fuck do you smell like Fangs?"
Time slows down as Ochako turns toward the last voice she wanted to hear right now.
Bakugou glares at her from the kitchen doorway, leaning on the frame with his hands stuffed in his pockets, "well? I asked you a fucking question, Cheeks, why the fuck are you carrying Himiko's scent? Did that damn vampire attack you or something?"
"H-how do you-"
"You know who did this?" Mina cuts off Ochako - again.
Bakugou scowls, "yeah…that's my cousin's stink, it's the weirdest scent I know, there's no mistaking it."
Again and again and again and AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN - ENOUGH!! NO MORE INSULTS, NO MORE LIES, NO MORE KINDNESS!!!
Ochako doesn't notice she's moving until her arm is reared back and she slams her knuckles into Bakugou's teeth, knocking his ass to the ground with the heavy hit, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Her body is trembling, feverish with a rage she has never felt before, and she just wanted to scream it, pour it out of her skin, "she didn't do anything to me that I didn't beg for! I love her scent, I wanted to be smothered in it, and there's no fucking way I'm washing it off, so you all can just suffer in silence, because if I hear one more complaint about it, I'll fucking break your jaw!"
She whips around on her heel, paying no mind to the way her classmates flinch and move out of her way as she stomps toward the stairs. She didn't even register the smell of acrid smoke that flooded the room, and trailed her every movement. She's sure in the morning, she'll regret her behavior - she loves the friends she has come to make at U.A. - but she will not stand by as they offend her mate.