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Katsuki had a problem.
He knew deep down that there was something wrong with tasting his knuckles in his throat after breaking a strict diet, but so long as he was praised for looking handsome on magazine covers and fashion catalogs, he just didn’t care. Being perfect paid his bills and bought him luxuries like designer clothes and expensive jewelry. Being handsome gave him connections that let him go on all-expenses-paid trips with his friends who were just as beautiful as he was. Then, they could post a few photos and make thousands off of wearing some free clothes in tropical places others only dreamt of.
His job was to be attractive—to be picture perfect, and he was determined to hold on to that title through any means necessary. Calorie counting everything that touched his lips, body checking in every reflective surface from when he woke up to when he went to bed, strict work out regimens he followed no matter how the day went, and punishing his body for over indulging was just his life. He was both the warden and the prisoner in this vicious cycle, but it was his routine. There was no breaking out.
Ochako told him time and time again that it was an obsession, that he was putting one foot deeper in his grave every time he played this dangerous game with his body, but he just called it a habit at the end of the day.
What did she know?
With her tubby stomach that spilled over every waistband and jiggling, dimpled thighs that she loved to show off to the uninterested world, she didn’t know the first thing about his lifestyle. There was no pressure on her to maintain her body in a certain way. There was no one breathing down her neck to call her fat if she stuffed her mouth full of junk. She didn’t hear the voices in her head that yelled at him not to pick food up unless he wanted to be a gluttonous pig.
He hated it.
In that same breath, he hated her.
Katsuki hated how much and how freely she loved herself despite being the exact opposite of his and the world’s idea of perfection. It was so effortless every time. Even if she took up twice or even three times the space of his closest girl friends, she still plopped herself right beside everyone like it didn’t matter. None of the cruel things people said to her seemed to stop her from enjoying her meals, and it sure didn’t break her bubbly spirit. All while he internalized every bit of micro-criticism about his appearance and stored it in a filing cabinet in his head.
Everytime she flashed that bubblegum sweet smile in his direction and looked at him with those big doe eyes, he felt sick. It curled deep into his empty gut, churning it in a way that felt both warm with comfort and cold with shame.
Be it the cute sunglasses perched on her round nose or a particular outfit she chose, even if her body wasn’t perfect, what she dressed it with was nice. She had good taste, but he could hear Utsushimi’s voice in the back of his head whenever he felt pleased by her appearance.
“You could have any supermodel in the world, and you want to look at that? Really?”
If he got close enough to her for their skin to brush, the memory of Denki’s laugh filled his ears from when they all first met at Shouto’s pool party some time ago.
“Bro, she probably weighs more than Hanta and I combined. No amount of shots will ever make me wanna hit that, you feel me?”
Yet he couldn’t let her go.
Even if he pushed her away by ignoring her texts for days at a time or made fun of her body until she snapped back at him, Ochako stayed right there. Unmoving. The object of his disgust and fear continued trying to break past his walls, and he felt them cracking every time she knocked. It was scary.
That was how they ended up here.
Her ragged breaths filled the silence between them as he stood behind her. Both of his hands were out while she squatted down with a heavy bar over her shoulders, and her arms shook from the weight. He was ready to steal the equipment away if she needed it, to throw a casual insult her way for being weak.
She worked out a lot, actually, from what he knew. He saw her post about being in the gym with her friend and she used his home gym more than once, but she never got any closer to that size zero that his friends wore. Why? He wasn’t really sure.
Vermillion eyes traced over the bulge of her stomach from the high waistband of pink leggings. He took in the plush skin her sports bra sunk into on her back and around her thick waist. The two piece was tight the way it should be, but it dug into her body to make it pudge and spill out. Anyone he knew would be mortified to show off all the rolls she did.
He couldn’t do that. Not like her.
Katsuki wore whatever the photographers and directors wanted him to, but feeling his clothes cling to his body like that made his skin crawl. It was overstimulating to be in when his brain was hyperaware of his body. The most he could stomach was something fitted, but never too tight. Ochako’s clothes were like a second skin, and as she stood back up, his eyes drifted to the plump thighs that trembled from the weight.
“Good job,” he forced out, eyeing the way they rubbed together when she adjusted her stance. For a moment, he wondered how they’d feel inside of his hands as he squeezed them tightly. Just how far could his fingers sink into her meaty legs?
“I-I think… I think I’m done,” she choked out, and he lifted the metal bar with ease when she dropped it for him.
In his head, he heard Hanta’s voice as he chuckled just to them.
“Heh, maybe if she lost half the weight she’d be someone I’d consider asking her out. Her face is pretty, but that’s about it.”
Katsuki shook his head as he set the weight down, trying to shake the words from his head. They felt like poison in his body, and it only made him feel worse about wanting to touch her imperfect figure.
She looked up at him after turning around, and he tilted his gaze lower to take in her round cheeks and plump lips. Sweat stuck her bangs to her face, and it glistened over her skin to make her shine.
“I can’t g-go as long as you,” she giggled, but he already knew not to expect that. “I need to s-sit down.”
Chubby fingers pressed to his chest for a moment to steady herself, and he could feel her leaning her weight into him. She was heavy. He felt the light ache of her fingertips digging into his skin from the pressure. Not that it hurt, but it was there.
When Kyouka did that during their photoshoots together, she was weightless. Her body felt like nothing when leaning into him, and that was what he was used to.
Ochako was nothing like the friends who have gotten close to his body, and she was especially nothing like the women he had dated or slept with in the past. He had never had a body like hers so close to him, and it was driving him crazy that he couldn’t decide if it disgusted him enough to run or drew him deeper into her.
His hand wrapped around her wrist suddenly, and she watched as he pulled her closer to him before his brain could comprehend what he was doing.
She gasped sharply in surprise, and he grunted quietly when her soft body crashed into his chest. Stumbling, he had to take a few steps back before he twisted his foot behind him and rooted them both upright.
Like this, she fell into him fully, and he felt the fat of her stomach squish against the muscle of his own. Whatever her own feet couldn’t carry upright, his hands did for her. Katsuki squeezed her right arm when she shifted, feeling her body give way for his touch and pudge through the slots of his fingers. Then, as she pulled herself up with one hand on his arm and the other still in his fist, he felt himself get dragged down slightly.
“What was that for?” Ochako huffed, and his heart raced faster when she glared up at him. “I could have tripped over the barbell, Katsuki.”
“You’re heavy,” he said in return, and her eyes rolled as he pulled her body closer. “I didn't realize how much.”
“Look at me,” she deadpanned, but he hasn’t been able to stop since she shredded her sweater off half way through their workout. “Do I look weightless?”
He exhaled shakily, “Fuck no.”
She was fat.
His brain saw the weight on her body and it recoiled at the thought that someone could let themselves look like that. If he let himself go, there would be no more career in modelling, in gigs as an actor for music videos, or in advertisements online for brand deals. It was his nightmare to ever be pudgy in the stomach or soft in the arms.
But she felt nice and hot against him, and his fingers enjoyed the depth in which they could sink into her.
The back and forth was nauseating.
Why couldn’t he just hate her completely? Why didn’t she let herself be hated by him and run away so he could wallow in his insecurity with all his friends?
Why did she have to be so beautiful of a person but look like that?
His friends would never accept her into their group without hushed whispers behind her back. His parents would try to get her to hop on their strict diets and lifestyle to be healthier. His comment sections would rip them both a new one completely if strangers ever saw them next to each other.
Why did he have to care so fucking much?
“Katsuki?”
Why did he want to kiss her so fucking badly?
Ochako’s lips were so plump all the time, so soft looking and glossy when she spoke to him or chewed on them. He was drawn in to them every moment she was by him, envious of when she smiled so kindly and hungry to hear his name from her lips.
She smelled sweet even after working out, whatever perfume or body spray was putting in hard work to cover up the sweat she broke. It made him want to breathe her in more. If he couldn’t let himself eat a sugary snack or dessert, the very least he could do was drink her in to cure that itch.
Before he knew it, before he could realize just how close he was to her, he felt it. Plush lips pressed flush to his own.
Katsuki froze, unsure if he was the one who closed that gap himself or if Ochako had stood on her toes to lean in first. Her equally shocked eyes met his, and it felt awkward to look at someone as they kissed. His grasp on her body tightened, eyelids slowly drooping the longer neither of them pulled away.
He didn’t know why he wasn’t pulling away, or why he closed his eyes tightly to press deeper into her mouth.
“Mmph…” She forced out through their kiss as her hand tried to free itself from his grasp.
A part of him steeled himself for this to be the last time they ever hung out. Whether he would run away and shut her out again for the mess of tangled feelings in his chest, or she would finally stop putting up with his back and forth nonsense, was to be determined.
Slowly, Ochako broke free from his loosened fist. Her body stumbled slightly, and she pulled away from him just as fast as he had expected.
“What was that?” She asked him, and he felt his stomach churn as the phantom press of her mouth still warmed his lips. “K… Katsuki, you just kissed me.”
“I know.”
Silence stretched between them, haunting and confusing, as his eyelids slowly lifted. His gaze found hers, and the turmoil deep in his gut only worsened.
Those doe eyes were wide and hurt, much like when he had yelled at her once in the past. It still haunted him, the tears that glassed her vision and soft voice of resignation as she took in his cruel words. They were words born out of anger and disappointment for himself in his lack of self-control, but ones he directed at her because it was easier.
He remembered the moment vividly.
“You think you’re so much better than me because you can smile, right? You can eat without feeling sick... show off your body and not hate it. That’s why people talk shit about you just to turn around and smile to your face the very next second.”
Cringing, he tore his eyes away from her to look at the mirror behind her.
He saw himself towered above her, built tall and strong from years of discipline. Skin clear. Arms thick. Chest wide. Even if his face had a bit of plumpness in his cheeks, his jaw was sharp.
Then, he saw her. Ochako’s head barely came up to the bottom of his chin, and from behind her chunky figure, he could hardly see his own waist and hips. She was wider than he was in that regard. His hands would never be able to touch if he grasped her body inside of them, not like the other woman he had been with before. Even if she was shorter and smaller than him, she still took up as much space as he did.
“Did you mean it?” She asked him softly. “Or… Or was that just another way to play with my feelings?”
He gulped, “I-I don’t know. You just… fuck, you looked so…”
Pretty.
Ochako looked so pretty beneath him, enough so that he could just eat her up, but he wasn’t supposed to feel that way about her. It wasn’t right.
His friends were right in the fact he could have any girl he wanted with just a word. Supermodels, actresses, musicians, girls with these perfect bodies and inflated reputations to break the internet, he could have it all. So, why did he want her so badly?
She was everything he wanted to run away from, but his hands only craved to grab her and hold her close.
“How did I look?” She pressed him, and he balled his fists by his sides as her thick hands brushed his chest.
Soft fingertips pressed into his body, and he let a shaky breath go when her feet took one step closer into his personal space. The pink sneaker brushed his own black one, and he wondered if she could feel the way his heartbeat picked up even faster.
Katsuki’s shoulders stiffened. His throat tightened.
Ochako was always confident. For as long as he knew her, she was always so prideful in the way she acted and carried herself. Much like he tried to be, just softer. Quieter. If she was making such a bold move on him, that meant she knew his resolve was cracked.
He took one step back, and she followed with one step forward.
“M-Mochi,” he choked out, the nickname coined from degrading her plump figure somehow felt so befitting for that sweet perfume, her pink cheeks, and soft round face.
Would it be wrong to want a bite?
His best friend’s voice, Eijirou’s gentle tease, whispered in the back of his head as he watched her come in closer, soft and teasing.
“I didn’t think Denki was right when he called you a chubby chaser that day. If you are, you gotta be twice the man to handle that little lady, bro.”
He didn’t chase her. That wasn’t how this went. But his hands shook by his sides, desperate to grab something and squeeze. The closest thing was her, but he didn’t know if he had the strength to sink his fingers into her soft skin.
She deserved better, someone who didn’t mock her for the way she looked and could love every piece of her. She deserved someone who could stomach being seen with her instead of running in fear of being ridiculed.
But the thought of another man getting his hands on her made him equally as sick.
Katsuki grit his teeth, then willed his fists to wrap around the subtle dip of her waist tightly. His fingers sunk into the fat, digging deep and firm.
Ochako gasped, surprised. Her eyes widened and lips parted as a deeper cherry hue stretched across her already flushed face, and he swore he felt his ribcage crack from the pounding of his heart.
“Pretty,” he whispered, testing the sound of the word while looking at her. “You are… so pretty, Ochako.”
Fingers curled into his t-shirt, pulling on the expensive fabric so he could bend down to her height once more. It beckoned him closer, deeper, until her round nose pressed to the side of his more pointed one. Their breaths mingled, hot and more steady than when they began now that their bodies had a chance to cool off from their work out.
“Do you think so?” She wondered, and he nodded briefly, not yet trusting his voice.
His eyes dropped to her lips once more, longing to feel them again. They looked so inviting, but he stopped himself from bridging that gap.
Only to feel her body brush against his when she stood on her toes. This time he knew that Ochako kissed him first, and he let himself kiss her back the second he felt the pressure against his mouth. Warmth flooded through his body, heating through the cold shame that lingered in the deepest parts of his stomach.
For a moment, he forgot.
As he screwed his eyes shut and felt her pull him even closer, he couldn’t hear the mocking voices of his shallow friends. He couldn’t feel that crushing pressure of having that picture perfect life. It was just the two of them inside of his home gym, and there was nothing or no one around to stop them.
Katsuki, empowered, allowed his teeth to lightly sink into her bottom lip, and she moaned softly in return. The sound shot straight through him, tingling through each vein before heading down south.
Parting her mouth, he felt her tongue as it brushed against his own. She tasted like the fruity electrolytes inside of her water bottle, and he hummed from the slightly sweet and slightly salty tang. It was a nice flavor, and he craved more of it, more of something that wasn’t just iced water with lemon. So much so, that he didn’t stop himself from exploring her mouth with his tongue to chase it, starving.
Her hands left the cotton of his shirt to cup his jaw instead, both thumbs lightly tracing over his cheeks. He melted beneath her hot palms, consumed by her presence entirely.
How long had it been since he last got this close to a girl? He wasn’t sure. A while, was his guess.
But Ochako wasn’t just a girl. She felt different.
The other people he touched and kissed were attractive, sure, but he never felt this mangled knot in his chest before. It was tight, aching, like he was torn between wanting to take more but not wanting to mess anything up. There had never been anything to mess up before.
A string of saliva connected their lips when she pulled away, gasping for a breath.
“Can I…” Katsuki started, then slowly slid his hands lower from her waist. Just a few centimeters, enough to feel her stomach fill out from the gentle dip of her waist.
“Please,” she said before he could finish, and he grasped her hips tightly. “Touch me, if you want to.”
He pulled her body closer, enough to feel the fat mound of her cunt press by his thigh thanks to her tight clothes, and he chewed on the inside of his lip. It was so plush when he shifted his leg upwards, allowing her to lightly buck her hips against the firm muscle.
“K-Katsuki…” Ochako gasped, and he looked down between them.
Though his eyes couldn’t quite see her do it again, her hanging belly and heavy breasts blocked most of that view, he could feel it. The soft fabric of her leggings rubbed against his leg once more, and both hands followed her movements.
“You’ve done this before?” He asked, somewhat surprised by her actions.
She nodded, “Yeah. I’ve had boyfriends before, you know. I’m not… I’m not exactly innocent.”
He should’ve known that. Of course there were people in the world interested in girls who looked like her, and they had picked her up onto their laps in the past. It wasn’t some terrible thing to enjoy sex, and he couldn’t shame her for it. Not when he had a lot of it in the past when he had just started out his career.
Insecurity bloomed inside of him, deep and guttural. Branches twisted around his chest and rooted inside of his gut, making him wonder if he deserved to touch her in that way.
All the hurt he and his friends put her through by making fun of her body, did he even deserve to push this far with her? Did he deserve to think about her in such a way?
Then, her mocking voice shook him from his thoughts as she teased, “Are you a virgin, Katsuki?”
“Of course not!”
What made her think that? Was he not behaving confident enough for her?
“I’ve fucked plenty of hot girls before,” he snapped, and she quirked one eyebrow upwards in skepticism. “Look at me—ya’ think I don’t get models throwin’ themselves at me?”
Ochako’s hands slid down from his jaw to the muscle on his arms, and she squeezed as he flexed.
“I’m sure you do,” she brushed off. “So, that means you must know how to touch a woman. My body isn’t any different, Katsuki. I work the same way any other girl does.”
He knew that. Better than anyone, he knew that her body wasn’t any different except for the added weight because he could never take his eyes off of her. No matter how much he told himself to get over her or to stay away from her, the longing lingered. It festered.
“That means touch me if you want me. It’s okay.” She finalized, and he curled his hands around the thick cheeks of her ass. There was so much that his hands couldn’t even grasp it all, and her body spilled from between his fingers and outside of his palms.
Fuck.
His brain felt like it was going to explode as he hiked her body closer, forcing her higher up his leg.
“Like that?” He mused, feigning confidence to impress her better when it felt as if he was going against everything he stood for. “I can handle a woman, mochi.”
“Then handle one.”
Sometimes she pissed him off. It was like she knew exactly how to crawl underneath his skin and get around his façade.
“Tch.”
Katsuki brought his hands lower to the meaty thighs that were wrapped around his own and lifted her without warning. A grunt left his lips as he bounced her into his hold, picking her up completely despite his tired arms.
“H-Hey—!”
His first thought was that she was heavy, heavier than any other girl he had ever picked up before, but he already knew that would be the case. He had eyes—he saw the way she looked.
Ochako sat in his arms, clinging to his neck with her arms for dear life as he assumed she was paranoid that he might drop her. And while he knew he couldn’t hold her up as long as he could someone else, it wasn’t challenging to do. Not really. The weights he had yet to pull apart were heavier than she was, even if he would mock her differently in the past.
The second thought that crossed his mind was that he needed to forget about her weight for a moment and focus on how cute her embarrassed expression was. A deep flush had taken over nearly the entirety of her pretty face as she stared down at him, still shocked by his sudden action. Even he shared that sentiment.
If someone told him that he’d have her in his arms like this when they first met, he’d laugh in their face. But as he looked up at her and felt her stomach press to him with every deep breath, he couldn't help but focus more on the idea of her sweet voice calling his name. Or those chocolate eyes rolling back in pleasure as he took his time making her orgasm.
Then, he wondered how those dimpled thighs would tremble as she came around him, or how her ass would ripple when his hips smacked against them.
Could he keep it up at the sight despite hating the idea of fat? He didn’t really know yet. Not certainly, anyways.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Ochako practically squeaked as she shifted in his hold, clearly uncomfortable with her feet off of the floor. “P-Put me down.”
“Not used to a man being able to carry you?”
She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. He could see it on her face and hear it in her tone—her ex’s weren’t as strong as he was. They probably never tried, or she never let them.
A grin tugged on his lips, lopsided and just a little bit cocky. This time, it was real.
“Should I take you up to my room?” He mused, and she nodded as he lifted his gaze to her eyes. “You sure you want me, sweetheart? Once you have a taste, you won’t be satisfied with anyone else.”
“I want you,” she answered. He could feel the sincerity, and he knew it wasn’t a question she needed to think about. The way she chased him even when he pushed her away and constantly took care of him to make sure he ate something for the day, he knew she had some kind of feelings for him.
A better question would be to ask himself—
“Do you want me, Katsuki?” Ochako asked softly, her head tilting slightly.
He wanted to want her, regardless of what poison his brain tried to feed him about her body. Right now, at this moment, he needed her.
“Yeah,” he nodded, feeling that his cock was somewhat stiff while pressed against her ass. From just kissing her and listening to her, his shorts felt tighter than they did this morning. “I-I want you, Ochako.”
Pink lips lifted into a sweet smile, “Take me to your room then.”
His feet were fast to oblige.
Katsuki carefully stepped over their discarded equipment, then readjusted his grasp on her body before carrying her through his home gym.
“You can put me down now. I know I’m heavy,” she giggled, but he had to prove a point. There was no way he could go through sleeping with her if he couldn’t carry her up there like she was any other girl he had been with. She deserved that much.
“I can still take you up to my room,” he stated firmly, walking up the steps from the basement. “Heavy or not, I can do this.”
“It’s al—”
“Shut up ‘n let me do it,” he hissed, and Ochako’s eyes rolled over his attitude. “Don’t you like bein’ carried around like a little princess?”
She shrugged in return, “Never really considered it. Guess it is kind of nice, though. I just don’t want you t—”
“I ain’t doin’ anything out of the ordinary,” he cut her off as he slammed an elbow to the lightswitch behind them. “I treat all the girls I’m with like this. So sit back ‘n enjoy bein’ my girl, mochi.”
Immediately, she hid her face by pushing into the crook of his neck, and he chuckled.
“Don’t say things like that,” she mumbled, and he tilted his head.
“Heh, like what?” He pressed, wanting to know what got her so flustered. “Should I not mention how you’re like all the other girls I’ve been with, or that you’ll be nothing but mine for the day?”
“Katsuki!” She whined, and he chuckled in return. “Sh-Shush, you.”
The rest of the trip to his bedroom was silent.
Ochako kept herself hidden on the top of his head, and he kept his eyes on the stairs that lead to the second floor. One by one he took them, cautious of stumbling and making a fool out of himself.
Until her lips pressed to his neck, and he pressed his back against the hallway wall for a moment to bask in the tickle of pleasure. She lightly bit down, nipping at the sensitive skin as he felt his head spin.
“You alright?” She purred into his ear, and he stared at the cracked door to his bedroom. “Feels like you stopped moving.”
“Filthy fuckin’…” he stopped himself, then tilted his head back into the wall when her breath fanned over his ear. “‘M sensitive th-there…”
“That’s good to know,” the grin was evident in her words even if he couldn’t see it. “Even someone as cocky as you has weak spots.”
Ochako’s hands carefully rubbed over his shoulders, slipping beneath the neckline of his top to touch his bare skin. Nails scratched lightly over the muscle.
Katsuki willed himself to walk again, to peel himself from the stability of the wall even as she whispered filthy things into his ear. Words he didn’t even know she could say fell from those sweet lips, and they drove straight down to his cock.
“I wonder if you’re the rough type,” she says quietly with a low voice, stirring the hunger that simmered inside of him. “Will you bend me over and have your selfish way with me, Katsuki? Or maybe you’re a hopeless romantic underneath that tough guy personality. Will you put me on my back and look me in my eyes as you take me?”
God, just what kind of mouth did she have on her?
His foot kicked open and slammed shut his door shut since both hands were busy. It echoed through the empty house, and Ochako’s body jerked from surprise.
“Someone’s impatient.” She mocked him, and he clenched his jaw. “Do you need me that badly?”
Her back bounced against the soft bed when he tossed her on to it with ease, and she giggled over his rough treatment. The frame creaked loudly and her legs parted to make room for him, but he paid it no mind to either in favor of reaching behind his neck to yank his shirt off.
Without thinking, he flung it to the back corner of his room blindly, where it thumped loudly against something he didn’t bother to look at.
While looking at her wandering eyes, he gave her a second to take in the body he loved and hated all at once. Every bone he tracked in the mirror was laid out before her, flush to his skin in jagged ridges by his ribs and his collar. Every muscle he measured at night he flexed just enough to keep firm. Before her was the divot in his waist that made his shoulders look wider than they were and the inwards curve of his lower stomach from skipping both dinner and breakfast. The only thing in his system was a small lunch, which was just eaten to have enough energy for their work out.
Her eager gaze drank every inch of his torso in, and while he could hear her voice in his head say that he needed to stop being so restrictive with his diet, her body said otherwise. She liked what she saw right now, which meant that it worked. All those skipped meals and his strict habits weren’t for nothing.
Why did he need to change if she was damn near drooling over the way he looked?
“Wanna touch?” He offered, lifting one hand to run it down his own skin slowly, sensually. “C’mon, you’re lookin’ at me like you wanna jump my bones. Touch me, mochi. Don’t just look at my body. Feel me.”
Ochako sat up at the edge of his bed as her attention followed his moving hand, “Is that okay?”
“Heh, I’d be more upset if you didn’t. I’m right here for you,” he bragged to her, feeling like a prize underneath her heavy gaze. “All of this is for you today.”
Her own fists rushed to grasp his waist inside her greedy palms, to pinch at the thinnest part of his torso experimentally.
A soft moan hummed from his closed lips, and he watched her with rapt attention, hyperaware of her pleased expression.
She touched on his exposed v-line from above the low waistband of his briefs, and he bit down on his bottom lip when she traced over them. Both thumbs ran along the ridge while her fingers sprawled across his hipbones, feeling his body like she had never seen someone like him before.
“Lower,” he egged her on, proud of himself and the figure he crafted by hand. She continued to explore with curiosity and arousal deep in her chocolate eyes, but the silence was getting to him. “Do you like what you see?”
He craved it. That verbal praise and appreciation for his body, he needed to hear it from her lips. It burned deep inside of him, like he was holding his breath until she spoke it into existence.
He needed her reassurance like he needed oxygen to breathe.
“You know you’re attractive,” she accused him, but just that alone wasn’t satisfying enough. He needed to hear her say it herself, not just agree with him and everyone else who drooled like a dog over him.
She needed to think he was attractive. She had to say it.
Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, peeling them down his hips slowly and revealing inch after inch of his smooth pelvis. Inch after inch of his meticulously tanned skin exposed itself to her.
A shaky breath fell from his lips when she pulled his shorts down with them once that band met her fingers as well.
“Is it worth it?" He asked again, not even bothering to hide the reason he craved her response. After all, she knew every filthy secret of his anyways. What was the use?
“You wax? It’s so smooth.” She brushed off, and he groaned quietly. “I guess that’s to be expected of a model though.”
His strong but shaking fingers grasped her rounded chin in his hand tightly, pinching to pull her attention up to his face.
“Stop dodgin’ my fuckin’ question, Ochako.”
Big, brown eyes flicked up to his sharp glare, completely unbothered by his sudden outburst. The indifference made his chest feel tight.
Of course, because she knew the darker side of his life, she was smarter than everyone else around him who mindlessly gave him what he wanted. When it came down to it, she knew what was going on inside of his head without him having to say it.
Sometimes, she knew before he even did.
“I’m not saying it,” she told him, and it physically ached to know she wouldn’t feed into that monster in his head. The one that internalized every word of praise as encouragement. The one he used to justify his actions.
After she said her short but firm piece, those moving hands freed him from the confines of his cotton prison. Both his gym shorts and his boxers fell, pooling around his ankles and allowing the thick length of his cock bounce free. It hung heavy and hot beneath her, but they held eye contact regardless.
His jaw clenched tighter the longer he stared into her confident expression. The confidence he built up weakened by the second.
“I know you think so. Why can’t you just be honest with me?” He demanded, clinging to the idea that she was amazed with him. “Tell me I'm the hottest man you’ve ever been with.”
He was, after all, wasn’t he?
“You want me to praise you for hurting yourself?” She asked, and he pushed her face away from him when he realized it was useless arguing with her. “I’m not going to do that right now, Katsuki. You know what you look like.”
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care ‘cause you’re right—I know what I look like, and I’m the hottest young model in all of Japan right now.” Katsuki scoffed in return, but even still, he couldn’t shake that lingering void behind his ribs.
Did she think he needed to be smaller than he was? When she was looking at his body, did she think his waist could be tinier and his bones more defined? The way she touched his lower body like she was amazed by the gap between his hips, could he have a more pronounced v-line? Did she see everything he did?
Why couldn’t she just admit it? There was never a problem with it before. While hanging out, she often told him he was handsome and called him ‘pretty boy’. What was different now?
“Katsuki.”
Was it his body? Seeing it stripped bare with nothing to hide it, did she secretly hate it the way he did?
What did he look like again, really? It was a shame every mirror in his room was covered, or he’d sneak a look to remind himself.
“Katsuki!”
The blond jerked, and he looked down at her as she held his half hard cock in her fist. Just moments ago he had been raring to go, full of life and firm to the touch. But it seemed his spiral flagged it enough to notice.
“Hey, look at me,” she said gently, and he pushed the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “What’s wrong? Is it really such a big deal that I won’t compliment you?”
“Just tell me I’m hot,” he practically begged her, and her pink lips pulled taut like it was a terrible thing to want. “Is it so hard?”
“You just said you were one of Japan’s hottest models,” she repeated to him, and he felt her fingers lightly tug on his cock. “Focus on me, Katsuki. Stop thinking. Stop worrying about how you look when I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me to.”
She came closer to him, to his heated skin still grasped in her soft palm. Hot breaths fanned over the head of his cock from the proximity, and half of him couldn’t wait to feel her lips around him. The other scratched at his brain, begging to be told that his naked body was perfect in her eyes.
Ochako hummed, “Do you still want to—”
“Just do it,” he cut her off. One hand pressed to the top of her head before it threaded through her hair, resting comfortably as her lips parted. “Gonna need to be hard if you want to… to fuck, you know.”
“I want you to feel good,” she brought up. “If you need to take a bit of control to feel better, do it. I can take a little bit of a pounding, okay?”
He nodded, “Y-Yeah. Okay.”
“Katsuki?”
Her fist dragged lower. Those chubby fingers curled tight around the base, stronger than he had anticipated, and twisted.
“F-Fuck,” he choked out as the stimulation caused his body to shiver. “What? What now?”
“The fact that I’m here with you should tell you what I think about you,” she explained softly to him as her attention dropped. “It isn’t just your body that keeps me here with you. There’s more to me wanting you than how you look.”
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t know what to say. Not a single comeback laid on his tongue.
So, he chose not to say anything at all.
Instead, Katsuki just watched as she lowered herself onto his cock, licking lightly around the blunt tip before taking it into her mouth. Those puffy cheeks hollowed in deeply around him, sucking firmly while her tongue flicked beneath the head. Her movements were sure. She knew what she was doing, and he wasn’t quite prepared for it.
A moan fell from his lips, and while his head still felt like an active warzone of not being good enough and being too good for her, the pleasure was undeniable. His fist pulled on his own hair before he pulled on hers, yanking the ash blond strands to ground himself while simultaneously pulling her closer.
Focus.
He needed to focus. Not on the fact he could feel his stomach dip with every deep breath, which in turn made his ribs feel more visible. Not on the idea that she was hyper analyzing his body the way he did religiously.
No, he needed to keep his eyes and his attention on her as she took his cock into her mouth, working hard to please him even after he pushed her away and freaked out. Despite his frantic display, she still wanted him.
Katsuki took in her bent figure. The thick stomach that sat on her thighs from being so far forward and the plump roll that sat above it from her flared ribs being caught between a tight sports bra and her gut. The jiggle of her arm when she chased her mouth with her fist, jerking off what didn’t fit into her mouth. Then, her lowered eyes that are closed lightly in bliss, as if doing this for him was something she was enjoying for herself.
A twitch moved his fingers involuntarily.
They wanted to sink back into her waist once more like they had earlier, to squeeze her pudgy body so tight he could feel every breath that inflated it.
“Fuck,” he whispered, staring at the back of her sports bra and the tops of her ass through her leggings. “Can you arch your back for me?”
She hummed, pausing for a moment as she pushed her back in and bottom out further. Like this, he could better see the fullness of her plush cheeks from where they curved into the bed.
“Good girl,” he praised her absentmindedly, too busy trying to imagine what she’d look like without her clothes on to realize what he had said.
Upon hearing his words, she moaned lightly around him.
Katsuki’s breathing stilled to a halt, and the hand that laid on her head gently slotted itself beneath the brown locks of hair. He tangled it there, feeling the silky strands wrap around his knuckles and entangle them together.
“Did you like that?” He asked, searching her face for any kind of silent confession as she looked up at him. “Do you like being called a ‘good girl’, mochi?”
Her free hand held his hip tightly. The pad of her thumb dug into his hipbone, pinching it firmly as if to tell him to stop. But how could he?
“C’mon, let me indulge you,” he teased lightly, wanting to hear that sweet sound again. “I’ll be damned if I let you leave this room with my name at the bottom of your list. ‘m the fuckin’ best, Ochako.”
Gently, he pulled on her hair to make her take a bit more of him, greedy to feel the back of her throat at least once. Especially if it meant he could see those gorgeous eyes grow even more teary while looking up at him.
“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Katsuki coo’ed, staring at her flushed cheeks and misty eyes when he went further than she could take. “Nod if you’re my good girl—my pretty girl.”
With a mouthful of his stiffening cock and cheeks colored a bright rose, she nodded weakly.
“That’s it. There you go,” he encouraged her, letting her control just how fast she bobbed her head. “Just like that. You take this cock so well.”
He almost wanted to be upset at the idea she had done this before enough times to control her gag reflex. That meant other guys got to see her pretty face the exact way he was right now, and it made him want to be even better.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he cursed softly, drawn in by her glistening lashes and spit-soaked lips. She looked so filthy yet so sweet at the same time, and it drove him crazy. So crazy he couldn’t hear that dark, judgmental voice in the back of his head anymore. “I… I want you so bad.”
The hunger to squeeze her soft figure and wring more of those pleased moans from her lips crept through every vein. It was all consuming. Each knuckle wanted to feel the bounce in her body as they tightened into her, and his ears could listen to her voice all day long.
His empty gut warmed at the thought of slipping between her thick, plush thighs and getting to feel her wrapped around him—so tight and so, so hot. He spiraled with the idea of her bouncing breasts right in front of his face from every pound, reeling from the vivid images that plagued his head.
Katsuki groaned, quiet and low, as he accidentally forced her head lower on to him.
Ochako choked lightly, the sound sharp in his ringing ears, but before he could wrench her head back and apologize, she cupped his balls in hand and held herself there. Rolling them between her fingers as the walls of her throat pulsed around the head of his cock, he couldn’t fight the whine that clawed through him.
“You’re gonna k-kill me,” he forced out breathily, throbbing from the pleasure. “God, you’re fuckin’ sin, ‘chako.”
Humming, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the underside, and his hips jerked from the added stimulation.
“Y-Yeah, do that. Keep doin’ that with your tongue,” he practically pleaded her, feeling a knot tighten inside of his stomach. “Good girl. You’re such a good fucking girl…”
Her rounded nose pressed to his skin as her other hand clasped around his waist, and he looked up when he saw the slightest glint from beside his bed.
A corner of his body mirror revealed itself to him from beneath the white sheet placed over it, and he caught a glimpse of himself. Reason told him his shirt must have knocked it when he tossed it that way, but he lamented the sight of its reflective surface regardless of how it came undone.
His messy hair and flushed chest stared back at him, as did the thick fingers grasping his torso from the girl beneath him. Her thumb brushed by his ribs, and a heavy pant left his lips before he turned away, not wanting to be engulfed by those thoughts. Not now. Not when he was doing so good at just existing and letting her please him.
Focus.
Katsuki pulled her head back, easing her off of his cock slowly so he could look at her. Not himself. Her.
She coughed a few times once they separated, straightening her posture out from the ridiculous arch he made her do. Thick strings of spit hung between her swollen mouth and his glistening cock, spilling over her chin when it broke.
He gulped thickly.
Ochako looked so ruined already, with her hair a mess in his fist and a few tears rolling down her chubby face.
“Come here,” it was a demand despite how weak his voice sounded, and he stole a kiss from her sweet lips.
Tumbling back, he pressed her back firmly into his mattress, opting to cage her in with his bigger body. Both knees scissored apart to lock her hips on top of his, and he slid his hand higher up her head to push the sweaty fringe from her forehead.
“Mm…” She moaned against him breathlessly. “K-Katsuki, please. Touch me.”
The hand not busy lowered, dragging down her soft stomach and to the tight waistband of her pants.
“Higher on the bed,” he instructed her, then felt as she repositioned herself. “There you go. That’s my good girl.”
Ochako covered her mouth when he pushed lightly against her stomach, easing his fingers beneath.
“You want my hand down here?” He whispered, rubbing against the plush skin just to feel it bounce. “I need you to talk to me. Don’t let me listen to myself all day.”
“Yes,” she exhaled, lifting one leg to hook over his thigh more comfortably. “I want… I want whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“Heh, I’m already givin’ you all I have,” he answered, finding the fabric of her panties next. “These are drenched, ‘chako. Did sucking my cock get you this wet? Or was it somethin’ else entirely?”
His fingertips rubbed over her slick slit, tracing the damp cotton just to feel her twitch.
“Y-You’re…”
Katsuki waited, desperate.
All she needed to say was that he was hot. That’s it.
“You’re something else,” she sighed dreamily, and he tried to hide his disappointment by peeling her underwear to the side.
One finger brushed her hot lips, and he gave it an experimental poke. Everything about her was soft. Pillowy. Even the mound of her cunt and the lips that were smeared with slick for him, different from his rigid figure.
“Pretty girl,” he murmured, and she rolled her hips closer. “Tell me you want it.”
“Please,” she started, placing one hand on his cheek to look into his eyes. “Stretch me with your fingers.”
“Tell me you want me.”
She smiled, “Of course I want you, Katsuki. You’re all I want. No one… No one does it for me the way you do, you know.”
He could live with that. It was good enough for now.
Slowly, he eased his middle finger past her dripping cunt, slipping it in with ease thanks to how aroused she was. Heat immediately engulfed it, as did a tight clench of velvety walls when deep enough.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he breathed out, and she squeezed around his finger tighter after his words. “How am I supposed to fit in here, mochi? You’ll either break my cock, or I’ll break you.”
This pussy would feel so fucking good wrapped taut around him as he pounded it into a sooping mess, and the thought made him curl his finger. He pumped it steadily, dragging his fingertip across her dripping walls repeatedly. Slick sounds filed between them.
“Ka—ah—tsuki,” she whimpered, squirming, and he watched her face as it contorted with pleasure. Her short eyebrows pinched. Those plump lips parted for each soft moan. “Faster. Please.”
“The way you beg is so hot,” he told her, and she dragged her attention to his lips as they curled to form each word. “Keep going. Let me know how much you fuckin’ want this, my sweet girl. Beg me to ruin you for anyone else.”
Ochako rolled her hips to his hand, and he dug his finger as deep as possible while following her movements.
“Another. Use another. I can take it.”
A second finger teased the tight entrance, and his eyebrow lifted as he pushed himself closer to her body.
“Can you?” He teased her, and she nodded quickly. “Beg me, ‘chako.”
“Please,” she stressed obediently, and his stomach heated from the flame lit inside of it. “Please put another finger inside, Katsuki. You don’t need to be so gentle.”
Immediately, he shoved both fingers into her dripping hole, and her body jerked from his sharp movements. As they dug deep inside, tracing against her puffy walls and spreading them apart to prepare her for his thick cock, her back arched off of the bed.
“G-God,” came her broken moan, and a grin stretched across his lips when he pulled them back just to pound them forward. “Yes! Just like that, Katsuki. I can t-take it.”
“I’m not God,” he returned, feeling his ego fill as a pleasured look washed over her face. “But if you’d like to worship me like I am, I won’t stop you. Sing your praise, my sweet girl. Just… like… that…”
Katsuki wouldn’t be as crude as to consider himself some kind of sex God, but he was experienced enough to keep up. It wasn’t uncommon for him to flaunt his own sex appeal in his work, nor did he have any shame in mentioning his sex life when asked about it. Though he wasn’t someone with hundreds of notches inside of his bed post, he had more than a few divots etched into the wood.
His arm nor wrist wouldn’t cramp easily as he continuously rubbed his fingers back and forth with each quick thrust, and he knew just where to angle them for her eyes to roll back. Each squirm of her body forced him to chase her, to slam his hand flush to her soaked lips and let her feel as they abused her g-spot.
“Don’t run away,” he mused. “Let yourself feel good. I’ve got you, mochi. I just want you to enjoy yourself.”
The slick sound of him fucking into her cunt quickly filled the room beneath her pleasured voice, and it only added to his own arousal. He could feel himself dripping, but he wanted to focus on her. She deserved the spotlight for a moment, and he watched to watch her reactions.
Ochako had such an expressive face, and he adored it.
Those half lidded eyes were glazed over, full of lust as she looked up at him, and her cheeks were burning a fierce shade of red. Muffled moans hummed through her bitten raw, sealed lips, except when he carved his fingers as deep as possible to drop her soft jaw. Every sound made him want to hear more.
“Wan’… mmph… more,” she said to him, and he lowered his gaze to the bulge of his knuckles inside of her pink leggings. “I want y-your cock, Katsuki.”
“Yeah?” He pressed. “Want me to stretch this sweet pussy of yours out, ‘chako? Make this body even more sore come tomorrow morning?”
“Please.”
He watched as the fist shaped lump moved with him, and he imagined the sag of her golden thighs from her legs being slightly lifted. Gravity would pull her heavy body down, but somehow, the thought of her extra weight didn’t disgust him. In fact, the ripples of her dimpled body as he slammed his two fingers into her repeatedly flashed inside of his head, tainting his thoughts and testing his will.
Did he really want to see it? Could he?
Then, he had a thought: the only thing that was stopping him from seeing all of her, was himself. It was his own subconscious that hadn’t allowed him to pry the clothes from her too-hot body. Nothing was stopping him from undressing her right now, and she would probably be more comfortable if she were just as nude as he was.
Katsuki slowly reeled his fingers back upon making a decision, eliciting a long whine from her lips when the tips dragged against her walls. It didn’t last long, however.
Those curious eyes watched as he grabbed her pants and tore them right down her meaty legs carelessly. There was no time to be gentle. If he thought too hard, he wasn’t sure he’d find it in himself to do it again. Because right now, despite whatever he may have felt before, he needed her.
“Hey!”
Right now, everything be damned, he was going to do this with her.
Her body shifted when they got low enough, rolling to the side so he could force them down her knees, and she kicked them off her ankles when they stuck.
“I have to see you,” was his excuse for the abrupt interruption, and she nodded quickly. “You’re turning me on so fucking much.”
This was sickening. His hands were so greedy and impatient as they grabbed the delicate cotton of her panties and tore the stitching on one thin side. They didn’t even follow her pants. Instead, they hung around her dimpled thigh uselessly, then in a pile on his floor when they joined her leggings. Without either, the golden skin of her lower half was exposed completely to him.
“I needed those…”
“I’ll pay for a million more,” he dismissed, uncaring as he stared at the round cheeks of her plump ass. Soft and heavy, with both legs squeezed shut and her lower body rolled to the side, he felt his cock twitch.
Like this, he could also see the puffy lips trapped between her plush thighs, glistening and dripping from her arousal. It was so inviting. Soft and smooth, pink and slick, Katsuki wasn’t sure when the last time he wanted to dive face first into a woman’s pussy was, but it was all he could think about. Everything in his body told him that she’d be sweet like dessert on his tongue.
Only this time, he wouldn’t have to worry about counting calories.
“This position is embarrassing,” Ochako admitted to him, and he shifted his attention back up to her lit up face. “D-Don’t tell me you wanna… like this…?”
Katsuki shook his head, “Your ass is just… so fat.”
A giggle left her lips, and she shook her bottom the best she could for him while stuck like this. His own mouth curled into a smile over her playful attitude.
“Do you like it? I grew it myself.”
He paused, then looked down at the stiff and weeping cock between his legs before meeting her gaze.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been harder,” he said to her, watching as her eyes widened in surprise over his honesty. “You’re so fuckin’ confusing to me, cheeks. How do you manage to do this to me?”
It was as if she had one hand reached out with everything he ever wanted in her palm, while the other housed his deepest insecurities and fears. The closer they got, the more he found himself at war with himself.
“I think you’re a better person than you act to be,” she answered him, and his heart skipped over the gentleness in her words. Her chocolate eyes even sparkled as she looked at him, as if she meant every word from the bottom of her chest. “It isn’t your fault that you grew up surrounded by a superficial lifestyle. Things that have stuck with you since childhood take a lot of time plucking out.”
She was so damn sweet. He had never met a woman more kind in his life. To say something like that when he started his day physically recoiling away from her… it made his heart swell.
Katsuki gripped her legs and forced them around his hips, actively pulling her closer in the process until her ass hit his knees. One hand settled over her soft hip, and the other cupped her cheek as he leaned over her body. The burn in his abs from holding himself up was bittersweet after their time in the gym, but he powered through it.
“You should hate me,” he reminded her, but she only shook her head. “I’m… not a good person to you sometimes, Ochako. The things I say, the nicknames I coined for you, and the things my friends—”
“Your friends don’t matter to me.” She brushed his concern off, and he felt her arm snake around his neck. “They can say whatever they want about me because I don’t care what anyone says about me. I’m over that point in my life.”
He admired that as much as he hated it. While he tried so hard to be that kind of person, it just wasn’t in his blood. Every cell of his being craved validation and acceptance.
“I know you’re a good person inside, Katsuki.” Ochako promised him while pulling him closer to her. “I know that your eating disorders and your mental illnesses make you into someone you hate. If you were really as bad as you acted, you wouldn’t be here apologizing to me right now.”
‘Eating disorders.’ ‘Mental illnesses.’ As much as Katsuki wanted to deny their existence in his life, he knew that she was right. She was always right. It was obvious as the sky was blue, and no pair of rose-colored glasses could hide the truth.
He supposed his closest friends just didn’t see it because they never bothered to look up past the roofs of their vacation homes and rims of their sunglasses. Just like him, until she flipped his world upside down.
“I don’t want to be so mean sometimes,” he confessed quietly, and Ochako nodded as if she understood him. “I just… want to make everyone proud.”
“I’m proud of you,” she returned, and he felt their noses brush against one another’s. “I am so proud of you for being this honest to me.”
The hand on her hip slowly rolled over her pudgy stomach, and her own cupped over his knuckles to hold it there.
“You’re so pretty,” he praised her, curling his fingers into the fat of her gut lightly. “Ochako, you’re more beautiful than… fuck, than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Katsuki,—”
“No, I-I mean it. No one else has ever made me feel like this,” he cut her off quickly, and her lips sealed shut. “You make me question everything in my life. Everything I know and everything I stood for, it’s unraveling because of you. Your heart and your confidence in yourself, in your world, in someone like me, it’s fuckin’ beautiful.”
The pad of his thumb wiped across her round cheek.
“Your eyes, your smile—even these pink cheeks of yours that are always so full, they’re beautiful.” Katsuki continued, unable to stop the spew of praise that left his lips. “Your body—it goes against everything I’ve been ever been fuckin’ told, but I want it so bad. I look at you when we hang out, I listen to you when you speak, and it’s like every piece of me starves for you.”
“Don’t do that,” Ochako whispered, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. It was just what he did—starve. “I want you to eat, to enjoy yourself and your life.”
His stomach tightened. His insides churned.
“So have your fill of me, Katsuki.” She allowed him, and he felt her hand push his lower down her body. “Eat me up and clean your plate when you’re done. If you feel guilty about it after, then I’ll hold you to my chest until it goes away.”
“‘chako…”
“Not that you ever need to feel guilty,” she tagged on as their combined fingers brushed against the rock hard head of his cock. Slowly, they pressed against her slippery folds. “You’re handsome as you are.”
There it was, that oh-so addicting tingle of euphoria from her praise for his body made him shudder. It felt as if the breath left his lungs over her words.
Only, her compliment didn't act as fuel for the destructive fire that burned inside of him the way he hoped it would. Instead, they left even the deepest pits of his stomach feeling warm and his chest light. Airy, even. Like she was less focused on saying he looked good enough and more focused on telling him he was good enough.
Immediately, Katsuki smashed their mouths together hungrily, and a soft hum vibrated through her lips. Their bodies pressed closer, and he dropped the hand on her face to rip one of his firm pillows down from the top of his mattress. The one more for looks in the background of his past mirror selfies than it was for actual comfort.
Silently, he brought it towards Ochako’s body, and she lifted her hips as if she knew just what to do. Situated comfortably beneath her, he then reached for the band of her sports bra.
“Take this off. I want to see all of you too,” he said against her lips, and she nodded quickly. “Good girl.”
Together, they peeled the tight article of clothing off, splitting apart only to pull it over her head. Once she tossed it blindly to the corner of his room with a thud, they went right back to kissing. Eyes closed and hands wandering, it was as if they never broke apart.
Her words floated around his head, bouncing wall to wall in his skull as he tried to ground himself to reality, to her heavy thighs situated on top of his own and the way her body was slowly opening up for him. Their combined fingers guided himself past the dripping entrance.
Katsuki sucked in a deep breath over the squeeze, breaking their kiss to press into her sweaty neck.
“Fuck,” Ochako whispered as her body stretched to accommodate him inch by inch. “K-Katsuki…”
“Y-You’re so tight. It feels so good,” he practically whimpered while nails scratched into the back of his neck. They lowered into his shoulders soon after, carving his skin and threatening to rip another embarrassing sound from him.
His mouth kissed the salty skin beneath her ear, attempting to busy his lips.
“I shouldn’t, right?” She asked as her nails lifted from his body. “Your… Your body’s important for work—”
“Fuck that,” he cut her off, speaking directly into her ear. “Mark me, Ochako. Put your nails on my skin. Sink your teeth into my neck. Touch me, God dammit, and make me feel like I’m yours.”
A moan left her lips, and he hissed when both hands met his shoulderblades.
“Good girl,” he praised her, feeling their hips eased to a touch. Buried as deep as possible, feeling as her cunt throbbed around him and clung to every inch. “That’s my girl.”
Ochako shivered, and his teeth lightly nipped on her earlobe.
“Are you my girl?”
“Yes,” she panted, and he felt a grin stretch across his lips. “If you’ll have me, Katsuki, make me yours.”
That was his plan. It was all he could think about.
Slowly, he pulled himself away from her embrace and straightened his posture. Sat on his knees with one hand on her hip and the other on her stomach, he let his hungry eyes eat up the nude body beneath him without inhibitions. Every inch, every piece, it was all for him.
Laid out over his mattress with Ochako’s silky hair sprawled over his white sheets in a halo, he watched as her short brows pinched and plump lips parted. Lower, each rise and fall of her heavy chest silently beckoned him to cup them tight and pinch at the soft, pink nipples. They look like they’d fit his large hands perfectly.
His fingers curled around her plush stomach, cupping her body gently before sliding them higher to feel her skin.
“What’s with that look?” She poked at him, squeezing his arm with one fist while the other held his wrist.
“What look?”
Could she see that he was admiring her body? Was it really that obvious?
“You’re so…” a soft giggle followed, and he felt warmth pool into his cheeks over her lighthearted tease. “You are still just a boy, I-I guess.”
Katsuki took one of her breasts into his hand, then rocked his hips forward into her.
“At least call me a man,” he argued just as playfully, focused on her face as it scrunched from pleasure. “I’m older than you, and I’m so much taller and bigger than you are.”
“I don’t care. You’re my pretty boy,” she hummed, and his fingers tightened over her body as he internalized the mocking yet sweet pet name. “Keep looking at me. I really like your eyes, Katsuki.”
“Do you?”
Ochako nodded as she held his gaze, “They’re my favorite thing about you.”
Not his body. Not his bank account. Not his reputation. Not his connections. None of it.
The things that drew other people to talk to him at parties or hang out with him on a day-to-day basis didn’t seem to matter to her. She wasn’t looking at what he could do for her, just at him as a person.
His eyes and the way he was looking at her right now as she laid beneath him, was her favorite thing about him.
“Well,” he murmured, unprepared for a response like that. “They always look for you, you know, in everyone and in everything.”
Her eyes widened as their hips collided once more, and he basked in her attention the way she did in his. To have her stare up at him like he was someone special, just the two of them behind these four walls where the crushing weight of the world was nowhere to be seen, it made him want to be better than he had been to her. It made him want to be the best he could be, for her.
Katsuki knew he didn’t deserve her or the effort she put into him, but he wanted to be someone who did. If not right now, then in the future.
“Ah,” she whined, curling her nails into his wrist and arm when another thrust jerked her body. “I’m right here. Stop looking for me, and start looking at me.”
Yeah, he knew. He was.
More than ever, his eyes were on her and only her. Everything soft and fuzzy within his body was her doing, and he let himself drown in the cocktail of feelings without shame. While surrounded in her warmth, it blocked out any kind of darkness that threatened to creep in.
“All my attention is on you,” he promised her as his thumb pressed to her stiff nipple. “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how good it is for you because you’re making me feel fuckin’ great.”
“Katsuki…”
He nodded, “yeah. Yeah, keep goin’, ‘chako.”
“Ah,” she turned her head to the side as he pulled her body down to meet his thrust half-way. “Katsuki!”
That’s what he wanted to hear. It’s what he wanted to see. Her eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he took his time pleasing her even if all he wanted was to speed up. This slow, gentle kind of sex wasn’t what he was used to, but somehow it felt better than it ever did before.
Reason supplied that it was because Ochako was beneath him and no one else even held a candle to her raging blaze inside of him. He’d never admit it outloud, but he suspected it to be true.
She unraveled him, and he wanted to be put back together in the image she held of him in her head.
Katsuku’s cock dragged slowly against her tight walls when he pulled back once more, only to stretch them apart seconds later with another rock forward. Each throb made his balls feel tight from where they kissed her sticky lips, and his thighs felt the burn from kneeling for so long and being so tensed up. But he ignored it. He had to. There was only one way that he would stop, and it was after the both of them finished together.
Until then, he’d persist. Until she orgasmed on his cock and sobbed his name loud enough to reach his basement, he didn’t care if his body gave out, he’d continue.
The hand on her hip shifted, instead reaching for the supple mound of her pussy so he could place his thumb against her clit. It was stiff and wet beneath his touch, and he pinched lightly just to watch her twitch.
“Right here, sweet girl?” He asked her, and she nodded quickly. “Talk to me. C’mon. Do you want me to play with this cute little clit?”
“God, yes.” She answered immediately, and he drew one circle across just to tease. “That’s i-it. Keep doing that, baby.”
He continued the pattern, and her cunt clenched helplessly around him in return.
“‘chako,” he hissed, unable to think of anything to say back with all that was happening. “You can’t k-keep doing that.”
“This?”
Voluntarily, she tightened once again, and he hung his head heavily as a pant dropped from his lips, “Fuck.”
Both hands were fondling her body, and he was driving himself higher up the wall with each thrust forward. One was still wrapped up in her breast, rolling it around with his fingertips dug deep enough to indent. The other worked hard to keep his pace steady across her clit, never slowing down and never speeding up so she could ride a consistent pleasure. His muscles were taut and sore from working out, but their flexed state even now made him tremble. Not a single thought other than how perfect she felt filled his clouded head.
She was going to be the death of him.
“Nngh… Katsuki, look.”
He grunted, forcing himself to follow her hand and lift his gaze higher even if all he watched to do was watch her sweet pussy as it took him. She pointed at his full body mirror, and his jaw dropped.
Suddenly, he was staring back at his own unadulterated reflection. Somewhere along the way, its cover had slipped off completely without him noticing it, which surprised even him as he was always aware of his own body.
Breathless, he watched his own figure as he fucked into the woman beneath him, tracking the tightened muscle of her stomach and the way his arms shifted with every movement of his hands. Rose colored streaks lined his arms, paired with deep indents in the shape of her nails.
“Is that what you see?” She giggled lightheartedly, and he met her eyes through the glass. “Mm… I’m a m-mess…”
“You’re gorgeous,” he corrected her, and she smiled at him. “Don’t… Don’t look at me, look at you, my pretty girl.”
“Look at us,” she insisted, but he shook his head. “Aren’t we just s-so attractive together?”
“‘chako…”
He didn’t want to look any longer, not at himself anyways, not when he had done such a good job at ignoring it. So, while he tore his attention away from the mirror to look down at her, she didn’t.
She watched with rapt attention as their bodies continued to rock with one another, and he hated that he was now acutely aware of the movement in the corner of his eye.
Why did she have to point it out when he was doing so good?
“Closer,” she said to him, and he leaned forward. “You look so… so good on top of me, Katsuki.”
“Please,” he forced out, and she shifted her attention to him—not his reflection, him. “I can’t…”
“I’ve got you,” she promised him, and he choked on a moan when she pulled him low enough for their stomachs and chests to touch. “Shh… if you won’t look, I’ll tell you just how handsome you are when you let yourself go.”
The hand on her chest let her go, and he planted his forearm beside her head to take some of the strain off of his aching stomach.
“Kiss me h-here,” she guided him to her neck, and he listened without a complaint. “That’s it… mm…”
Katsuki busied himself in the crook of her neck, keeping his voice low as she whispered praises into his ear. Gentle and sweet words of how good he felt and how perfect he was like this, being unabashedly himself rather than putting on his ‘tough guy’ act, filled his head. It wasn’t his body she praised, but his honesty in this moment and his giving nature.
“You’re doing so good,” she said into his ear, and he bit down on her neck to muffle his moan. “You’re m-making me feel so good, Katsuki. I’m so close.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, baby. You’re perfect,” Ochako sighed happily, and he felt his cock twitch as he grinded up against the deepest parts of her cunt. “Filling me up so good… Katsuki, c-can I tell you something?”
“Y-Yeah,” he panted, fanning his breath to her skin. “Talk to me. P-Praise me. Fuck, I…—”
He can’t think.
“I’ve never felt this good before,” she admitted to him, and he jerked his hips forward shakily. “You r-really have every reason to be so arrogant every day.”
He could barely breathe.
Nails traced into his shoulders, and her free hand met his from between her thighs. She knocked his fingers away, and he allowed her to take over for him so he could lift his arm to the bed as well.
“Ochako.”
“Again,” she begged him, and with all his focus on just moving his hips, he made sure to roll in deep and snap them forward with promise.
A groan left his lips, “Ochako, I-I’m close too.”
“Cum inside me,” she allowed, and he trailed his lips along her jaw. “Let me feel you, Katsuki. I-I want every drop. I want it all, my perfect boy.”
“My sweet girl.”
It was her turn to moan, to tilt her head further for his peppered kisses and the pinch of his teeth. Neither muffled his voice as much as he wished it to, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when she felt this good milking his cock with a repetitive pulse of her walls and those light cries of pleasure.
“Katsuki.”
“Ochako.”
His hands twitched, and he brought all ten fingers into her sweaty hair to cradle her head. A few slipped beneath, letting her rest on top of them.
A shaky whimper left his lips, “Look at me.”
Immediately, her teary eyes met his, and he pressed their mouths together. Even then, their twin moans broke past the seal of their lips, not that it stopped him from just kissing her harder in between them.
Her eyes were so breathtaking as he watched them, and he could see himself in their shine. His own eyes. His own messy, sweaty fringe. Him.
“Perfect,” she said against his lips, and he shut his eyes as the knot in his stomach tightened. “Katsuki, you’re so… perfect.”
Every nerve burned beneath her words, and a broken moan fell between them in response.
“C-Close—”
One of her hands rushed to cup his jaw, and he felt her turn his face back to the mirror.
“chako, please—”
She looked towards the glass with him, but he was too close to that sweet edge to stop and let it get to him. Between her hot touch and heavy words, the clench of her slick walls and the lingered burn of his scratched skin, it was hard to hear that voice in his head.
Not when she smiled, proud of the sight of their different bodies pressed stomach to stomach and chest to chest together. Proud of him for being able to let himself feel good and be honest with desire.
“Don’t we look good together?”
“Yes,” he exhaled, dropping one arm to grasp her heavy thigh in his hand. With the mirror, he could see just how deep his fingers sunk into the plush limb while also watching her back arch off of the bed.
He wanted to watch her more. He wanted to touch her back and feel just how deep she could bend herself for him, and he wanted to see just how far her legs could spread for him. How flexible was her chubby body? How much could she take of him if he one day didn’t have the patience to be this gentle?
Would he get the chance to see her like this again?
“K-Katsuki, cum with me,” she begged him, and he pulled her sweaty thigh higher up his hip. The other followed soon after, and she hooked her ankles around him to pull his body closer. “Fuck, I wanna cum. I’m so—”
“Cum with me, my sweet girl,” he said to her, meeting those chocolate eyes through the mirror. “C’mon, feel good with me.”
It didn’t take long.
He thought his own reflection would make it more difficult to let himself fall into it, but there was something just so… raw about seeing them side by side. Her heavy breasts as they hung to the sides of her body, bouncing against his chest. The ripples of her stomach every time he crashed his hips forward. The fingers curved into his jaw to keep his attention there.
His own flushed skin that glistened with sweat through his opened curtains. The muscles in his back as he shifted and the roll of his hips when he brought them in.
For a completely different reason, he couldn’t look away, and his orgasm hit hard while watching their bodies move together.
Eyes half lidded and jaw dropped, Ochako’s strong legs kept him from pulling out as he twitched helplessly inside of her. When the first pump of his release painted over swollen walls, she whined over the feeling while tensing beneath him. Those fingers still working her clit bumped his pelvis repeatedly.
“F-Fuck, Ochako…”
She cried out breathlessly as her fingers stilled, head rolling further to the side.
Katsuki could feel her body fluttering and shaking around him when her own climax washed through her, and he ducked his head down to kiss her soft cheek.
“Katsuki! K-Katsuki—!”
“I got you,” he promised her, grinding into her as her fingers slipped and cupped his throat instead. Even if she squeezed and pushed lightly, he held himself there as she spasmed. “G-God, you’re gonna break me.”
Her body was tight before, but as she orgasmed around him and clamped down so much around his spent cock, it was almost too much. The stimulation made his stomach ache and his cock twitch from where he was trapped inside of her. As if she didn’t care, her ankles dug deeper into his lower back, holding him still.
Ragged breaths fell from their mouths at a similar pace, heavy and short, and his head felt heavy when he rested it against the pillow beside her head. Every muscle in his body was sore, and his mouth felt dry when he sealed his lips shut.
A glass of cold water and a shower would be nice right about now, if he could bring himself to get up.
“I need a-a shower,” Ochako mumbled more to herself than to him, and he chuckled quietly to himself. “What?”
“I was just th-thinking that,” he agreed with her, and the hand on his throat slid around towards the back of his neck. “And some—”
“Food?”
Of course she would want that immediately after they have sex.
A frown tugged on his lips over her suggestion, “Well, I was goin’ to say water. I sweat out all the fuckin’ liquid in my body, and I came harder than ever. Dehydration is real.”
“Water and food,” she decided, and he rolled his eyes when her lips brushed his jaw. “I’ll even cook for you, handsome.”
A tingle shot through his jelly-like limbs.
“Call me that again,” he demanded weakly, and she smiled against his skin.
“You’re so handsome on top of me. We should do this again sometime.” Ochako brought up to him, and his heartbeat picked up. “I really like the person you are when no one’s around to influence you.”
Yes, he remembered her mentioning that while they were fucking.
He hummed thoughtfully, “You know that I can’t… I’m not… in control enough to protect you. I’ll snap. I’ll yell. I’ll make you feel like fuckin’ shit for no good reason. Mochi, you deserve better than that.”
“Be better than that.”
His attention flicked towards his mirror, and he caught a glimpse of his own eyes staring back at him as he rolled her words around in his head.
“Don’t tell me that you didn’t feel that just now,” she lowered her voice. He sighed. “Don’t tell me I imagined the way you looked at me.”
No. She didn’t. And yes, he did. He felt that rush in his veins and the warmth in his chest, so all consuming it made him forget he was a broken man deep inside. None of it was made up, and it scared him. Deeply.
When he didn’t respond fast enough for her, Ochako continued. “Don’t tell me you can stomach the idea of another guy—”
His jaw clenched.
“Shut it,” he hissed sharply, and she giggled over his immediate attitude. “Don’t talk about some other bastard when my cock is still inside of you, cheeks.”
“Then go out with me, Katsuki,” she told him, and he met her eyes through the glass of his mirror. “We can go somewhere private. No one has to know but us. A nice dinner, a day out at the mall, or even just a drive out somewhere pretty. We can keep everything quiet until you… you know…”
“You shouldn’t be someone’s secret. The way you shine, you deserve to be shown off proudly.” He praised her, watching her eyes glitter from his words. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect—”
“I’m not asking for perfection,” she reminded him. “I’m asking for you—grumpy, brutally honest, and snarky you. There’s no need for something we can brag about on social media to everyone else. I want real, not picture perfect.”
He nodded, then closed his eyes.
“I want that too,” he confessed. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of faking things, ‘chako, but my friends and my family, hell, my followings online… they won’t be real to you without being cruel.”
Did she deserve to deal with all of that? He could barely handle the pressure.
“I’m a tough girl,” she brushed it off. “Do I look frail to you?”
“Fuck no.” He immediately scoffed. “You lift more than Dunce Face can, you know. And your confidence is stronger than anyone else I know.”
“Trust me then, Katsuki, I can handle it. I can handle you.” She lightly cupped his cheek in hand. “Let me in. Let me take care of you and give you something real in this superficial life. You know I’m nothing but honest to you, always.”
Slowly, carefully, he cupped over her knuckles with his own hand and held her.
She really did know how to get what she wanted out of him, didn’t she? What was the point in having walls if she could find every weakened spot and crumble a hole into them?
“Be patient with me,” he whispered, more vulnerable than ever. “I’ll fuck up, and I’ll piss you off. I’ll try to cut you off, and I’ll try to do it all by myself, but I… I’ll also do my best to be someone who deserves you. I promise.”
When he opened his eyes, she was staring up at him with a misted over gaze, and he offered her a slight smile in return.
“Don’t cry. I’ll start to think you hate me as much as I hate myself,” he lightly mocked her, and she rolled her eyes as tears dripped down the corners. “Such a crybaby. All I did was agree to a date.”
If it went well, who knew what the future had in store for them.
“Honesty looks good on you,” was all she said back. “I like when you’re not trying too hard, Katsuki.”
“Let’s get you some food,” he changed the subject. “I’ll order some in while you shower, mochi. If you need, I think I have some sweats and a sweater that might fit you.”
“Not worried I’ll stretch your clothes out?”
His lip curled higher as he tilted his head, “Well, I just stretched something of yours out—”
A sharp gasp fell from her mouth over his crude joke, and he laughed when she smacked her hand down on his cheek. Though it tingled, it didn’t exactly hurt.
“Katsuki Bakugou!”
“C’mon, get the hell out of my bed and shower.” He ushered her, but she stayed wrapped up around him.
“Do you promise to eat with me?” She asked suddenly, and his smile fell just as quickly as it had stretched over his lips. “Just a little bit, okay? We’ve been active all day, so I know you need more to keep your muscles up.”
He mulled the idea over for a few seconds, feeling as her legs slowly slid down his hips.
“I really don’t feel like arguing,” he sighed. “Is sushi okay?”
It was one of his few safe foods, and it seemed to be a meal she enjoyed as well judging by the quick nod she gave.
“Perfect.”
They broke apart with ease, and he shivered once his flaccid cock met the cool air of his bedroom. Ochako mimicked the shudder, then rested her heavy legs on his bed after holding them up for so long.
Unable to stop himself, Katsuki took a peek between her parted thighs, watching as the mess of their combined release dripped from her chubby lips. It soaked into his sheets beneath her, promising that he’d have to do laundry later.
“You uh… You’re on something, right?”
“Yeah. I’m not that dumb.”
He nodded, “My shower’s pretty big… If you’re feeling up to it…”
Ochako kicked at him weakly, “You dog! We just had sex!”
“C’mon,” he tried to convince her. “We don’t even have to fuck again. I just want to see your body and get to… to touch it again. My girl’s so fuckin’ pretty, mochi.”
Katsuki found the strength to look away from her cunt, and he instead focused on her round stomach and dimpled thighs. Rosy prints the size of his fingers were embedded within them from his past grasp on her, but if she minded, she didn't say it.
“Alright,” she agreed. “But we are not having sex again until you eat something of substance. I would’ve been okay with a few bites, but if you wanna do that, it has to be a full meal.”
That was bullshit to him. It was completely unfair when he still wanted her, but he could have seen that proposition from a mile away. She didn’t let him waste away in peace, not as an acquaintance, not as a friend, and she most certainly wouldn’t as his soon-to-be girlfriend.
No. Ochako was clingy with him, and she was always watching him to try and figure him out in a way others hadn’t.
“Fuckin’… whatever,” he grumbled, aware that she’d hold him to that too. “C’mon. Let’s shower.”
He helped her off the bed, and as she shakily walked towards his bathroom with rushed steps so as to not make a mess, he made his way to the mirror that had seen more than it needed to. From his sobbing figure as it sat on its knees in despair to the heated moment he and Ochako just shared together, it had seen it all. Every angle of his body. Each bulge, ridge, divot, and edge was known by it.
“I’m not ready for you just yet,” he mumbled, then lightly lifted the fallen sheet in his hands.
“Katsuki, where are you? Are you seriously standing me up in your own bathroom?” She called out to him, and he rolled his eyes in response before looking over his shoulder.
“Gimme a—”
“Also, you have so many skin care things. Can we do this mask together? I heard it’s the best!” She gasped excitedly, and his eyes widened.
Immediately, he dropped the cover and then ran into his bathroom.
“Get your filthy fuckin’ fingers off my shit! Do you know how expensive those things are?” He snapped, and she laughed as their bodies collided. “If you’re less annoyin’ for the rest of the day, maybe we can do one after dinner. But one mask ain’t gonna save those pores, cheeks.”
“Then let’s hurry up and get cleaned up! The faster we eat, the faster we can use them!” She cheered, and he set his things back down in their designated places, completely forgetting the mirror behind him.
All he could see and focus on was the pep in her step and the excited look on her face, and for now, that was a good enough distraction for him.
If he was too busy learning to love her, where would he find the time to hate himself? If she kept looking at him with those sparkling eyes and that sweet smile, then maybe he’d learn to look at himself in such a way. Maybe not today and maybe not even in the next month, but one day he might just see it.
One day, he’ll be that good person she saw in him, and he’d be able to show her off to the world without the crushing fear of rejection. He promised that.