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“Oi, what’s your name?” Katsuki asks, his voice even.

“It’s Makada, sir,” he answers. “Please, we need you to take care of Blood Riot’s heat. The medical will be able to design tools for him in the future, and medication to stop his heat is on its way from another country.”

Katsuki’s canines emerged, causing Makada to stumble back and lower his head in submission.

“You touch me again, and I’ll blow your fucking arms off,” Katsuki growls, “and I don’t know who the fuck told medical to stop his heats, but that’s not fucking happening!”

The thought of Blood Riot not being able to go into heat ever again ignites something carnal within him that makes him want to rip apart anyone willing to try.

“Y-Yes, sir! I’m sorry!” Makada stutters.

Katsuki’s nose crinkles when he smells something that reminds him of rotting lemons. It's pungent but way too citrusy. He understands Makada is just relaying information to him, but it still pisses him off because he knows Blood Riot is about to get exactly what he wants. He knows Katsuki won’t let him die. With another unsated heat, Blood Riot would fall into a post-heat delusional state that could last a few days. Just before his apprehension, Eijirou kidnapped the daughter of a high-ranking government official to hold for ransom. His partners must know he’s been arrested by now. They won’t wait for Eijirou before torturing or killing the girl if they need to. They don’t have a few days to wait for Eijirou to be lucid again, then struggle with interrogating him for who knows how long.

“Goddamnit!” Katsuki bellows, whirling on his heels to head for the holding cells. “Put him in the innermost cell.”

“Yes, sir!” he squeaks as he follows Katsuki, who slings open the doors to the stairs and runs down them three at a time.

Katsuki hears Makada talking over his radio, but he pays him no mind.

Katsuki reaches the door leading into the holding cells and turns on his heels to grab this shitty beta by his shirt and yank him in close. He snarls, canines gleaming, and tells him to relay once Blood Riot has been moved. Katsuki will never admit that he’s buzzing with energy for this. He’ll just say it’s part of his job as a hero and has nothing to do with Blood Riot being his unbonded mate. No. It’s not that he misses how Eijirou sucks him off so sloppily and uncaring what noises he makes or how his tight little asshole sucks Katsuki in. It’s not the way Eijirou whines, “Alpha, please!” when he’s not getting fucked hard enough to his liking. It’s not the burning, raw love that stabs through his being every time he sees Eijirou’s—Blood Riot’s smile, even if it’s his new signature sneer.

Not that at all.

“He’s ready, Dynamight.”

Katsuki places his hand against the scanner next to the door and enters once it beeps and slides open, but he’s almost knocked back by Eijirou’s scent permeating through the halls. Other locked-up alphas snarl and ram themselves into the metal bars, desperate to knot, but Katsuki doesn’t give them a second glance. He follows his nose through three more sets of doors, each step faster than the last until he’s jogging. His cock is already stiff and throbbing, his alpha turning his brain into nothing but thoughts of filling Eijirou up with cum. Images of how Eijirou looks on his back, thighs spread for Katsuki to drink in how his leaking, puckering hole clenches, making his mouth fill with saliva. Fuck, he can’t help but call him by his name. Trying to distance himself by calling him his villain name does nothing to lessen the intense feelings he has for him.

“Alpha!”

Katsuki’s spine stiffens when Eijirou cries out. It's pained and desperate, clear his omega needs him. He shouldn't be referring to Eijirou as "his" anymore, but their bond is more profound than anything he's ever experienced. Katsuki can't turn that off. Lying to himself about it helps, but not enough. Just as Katsuki turns the corner to where he knows Eijirou is, he pauses to rip his scent patch off his neck. The rattling of the bars ceases instantly.

“Katsuki? Alpha, please! Need your knot so bad!”

Katsuki turns the corner to see scent patches over him, scent-dampening bracelets, and a quirk suppressant collar, yet the smell of cinnamon tinged with fresh raspberries and rain hits Katsuki like a freight train. God, he wants him so fucking bad. He’s sure there’s a wet patch in the front of his pants from his cock leaking precum already.

“Dynamight, be careful!” someone yells over the loudspeaker.

“You come in here, and I’ll rip your fucking throat out!” he snaps as he unbuckles his belt.

Eijirou reaches through the bars for him, whimpering and looking adorably pitiful. While he’s 6’4 and 240 lbs of solid muscle, Katsuki always thought he looked best on his knees, begging for a knot. Katsuki has a lean build and stands at 5'11, and while Eijirou is a force to be reckoned with despite his omega status, under Katsuki's iron fist, he bends into the submissive omega he is.

“Alpha!” Eijirou whines, his voice laced with relief.

“Omega,” Katsuki answers, gripping his cock through his pants.

Katsuki studies him and licks his lips at the dark, wet patch in Eijirou’s grey pants. He can see the outline of his cock, too. Fuck, Katsuki wants to lick every drop of slick off him, but there’s still a job to do. Katsuki runs a hand through his spiky blond hair and grins.

“You want my knot?”

“Obviously!” Eijirou shoots back. “Fuck me already!”

“I need information,” Katsuki says as he walks toward the bars. He stands just out of Eijirou’s reach.

“I can’t do that, Katsuki,” he says, his voice breathy.

Katsuki remains silent to soak in how Eijirou looks. Reddened cheeks, half-open eyes with pupils blown wide. He’s panting now, mouth open, and sweat dripping down his bare chest. He’s ripped his shirt off to expose rows of beautiful, chiseled muscle Katsuki never gets tired of looking at. Fuck, Eijirou is always so hot when he gets like this.

“Yeah, you can, and you fucking will,” Katsuki counters.

He reaches through the bars to cup the back of Eijirou’s head and guides him to his knees, pressing his face to his crotch. Eijirou goes without a fight, moaning as his tongue darts out to drag over Katsuki’s clothed cock.

“Where are you keeping Miyuki Takeda?” Katsuki asks.

“I can’t tell you that!”

Katsuki tsks and steps back, although his alpha screams at him for it. “You have to give me something, asshole. You’re not getting my cock otherwise.”

“Katsuki, I want it!” Eijirou whimpers as he stands up to yank his pants down.

Katsuki won’t give in this time. He’s done that before and left with no information because his stupid biology made him forget that Eijirou is a criminal. He was way too focused on splitting him open to arrest him, and it bit him in the ass. Katsuki reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock to stroke it, biting his bottom lip to fight back a groan that escapes anyway. Is it because he’s putting on a show to make Eijirou cave, or does it feel good? Katsuki’s not fucking sure at this point.

“Mm, fuck, Eijirou,” he moans as he focuses on the red leaking head of his cock. “Stop pretending like you can fucking resist this dick. You’re just a whore for Alpha’s cock, always presenting that hole I’ve fucked out, huh? Look at you, leaking so much fucking slick.”

“Knot, please,” Eijirou cries, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Katsuki thinks he’s got him right where he wants him. Eijirou would crack any moment. At least, that’s what Katsuki thinks until Eijirou starts ripping his scent patches off. Katsuki inhales hard and fast enough that it hurts his nose, and he’s at the bars before he can stop himself. Eijirou takes advantage, dropping to his knees to envelop Katsuki’s dick.

“Fuck!” Katsuki shouts as Eijirou deep throats him in one go without hesitation.

Katsuki needs to get him off now. But the sinful feel of his throat constricting around his aching cock, how Eijirou's long tongue caresses the underside of his length, makes his knees weak. He grips Eijirou’s long red mane and thrusts into his mouth without abandon, and Eijirou takes it all. His face turns beet red from the lack of oxygen Katsuki lets him have, tears pouring down his face, but he holds firm, only pulling off for a second to suck him back down. Katsuki realizes he’s gonna cum if they keep this up and still be no closer to any information. He yanks Eijirou off and forces him back. Eijirou doesn’t mind. He licks his lips as he gets onto all fours. Oh, fuck. If Eijirou does what Katsuki thinks he’s about to do, he’s fucking done for, and Eijirou knows it.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Blood Riot!” Katsuki shouts. “Don’t present.”

For a second, Eijirou pauses, and he moves to his knees. Katsuki breathes a sigh of relief, but it’s short-lived when Eijirou grunts hard, his hands reaching out to catch himself as he returns to all fours. Did he figure out how to disregard an alpha command?

“Alpha,” Eijirou coos, turning to face away from him.

“Don’t,” Katsuki croaks as his body moves forward of its own accord. “Fucking don’t.”

Eijirou slides his boxers down and presses his chest to the tile. He holds his ass cheeks apart to show his puckering hole just as a gush of slick runs down the backs of his thighs over his balls and makes Katsuki’s head spin. A roar escapes from him, and Katsuki’s claws elongate seconds before he blasts a hole through the bars and storms through them. He’s behind Eijirou in an instant, lining up his cock and pushing in without warning. Eijirou mewls as he’s filled, stretching beautifully around Katsuki’s dick.

Not having to prep his ass during heats is a fucking godsend. Katsuki grabs a fistful of Eijirou’s red locks and yanks him back onto him. He fucks hard, the claws of his other hand digging into Eijirou’s thick hip. Eijirou takes it, sobbing his pleasure as Katsuki wrecks him to hell.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, A-Alpha!” he cries. “More, harder!”

Katsuki stands to lean over Eijirou, one hand still tangled in his crimson hair and the other pressed between his shoulder blades to hold him still. He’s forgotten his mission. His focus zeroes in on fucking his omega to hell.

“Gonna breed the fuck out of you,” Katsuki snarls. “Fuck this ass sore, Omega.”

“Please!” Eijirou wails as he cums onto the floor beneath him.

Katsuki leans over to bite down on his shoulder, a difficult feat with how much bigger Eijirou is than him, but he makes it work, grinding hard into his ass as the copper tang of blood coats his tongue. His knot swells, making it more difficult fuck into Eijirou, but it doesn’t stop him much. He knows his omega likes a little pain. So, even when his knot pops, he slowly stretches it out of Eijirou, relishing in his squeals, only to push it back in and stay locked in place. Cum pulses out of Eijirou’s hole in that brief moment, but there’s still so fucking much of it. Eijirou purrs as Katsuki releases his shoulder and licks at the wound there, then starts scenting him, rubbing his cheek against the side of his neck and jaw.

“Good alpha,” Eijirou mumbles as he rubs his cheek against Katsuki's. “So good for me.”

He releases pheromones that relax Katsuki until his weight rests on Eijirou.

“Tell me where the girl is,” Katsuki says, his voice hoarse.

Eijirou chuckles.

“Dynamight, that’s not gonna happen, and you know it.”

“You fucker!” Katsuki seethes, pressing Eijirou’s face into the floor, making the other man laugh harder.

“What can I say? I need that fat cock any time I can get it!”

Eijirou, Blood Riot, fucked him over again, but that’s okay. With this being the first day of his heat, Eijirou will beg for Katsuki’s knot again. Katsuki won’t let him get the better of him next time.

Eijirou exited the boy’s locker room after Katsuki, took one look at her crazy stance, and burst into laughter. She should have ensured the locker rooms were empty before getting started. Lessen learned at an inconvenient time. Still, Eijirou’s warm laughter slowed her heartbeat only for staring at them to raise it back to dangerous levels. Both hit a growth spurt second year, Eijirou’s more intense than Katsuki’s. He stood a head taller than him, his hair grown to shoulder length and pulled into the cutest bun. Katsuki tamed his wild blond locks with an undercut and controlled the top spikes with Best Jeanist’s hair routine. Ochako silently thanked Best Jeanist every time she saw him. Both had filled out, muscles everywhere, and them in tight matching compression shirts that outlined every ridge of muscle did nothing to help her blood pressure.

“Ochako, what are you doing?”

“N-nothing, Eijirou!” she squeaked. “Have a good night, bye!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked over, setting down his gym bag. “Who doesn’t know how to wrap fucking presents?”

“Um, I don’t?” Eijirou replied as he joined him.

“Stop! I have gifts I don’t want you two to see!”

Eijirou paused. “Did you get gifts for us, Ochako? That’s so manly! We got a gift for you, too!”

“Shut the fuck up, you idiot!” Katsuki snapped as Eijirou chuckled.

“I told you I’m not good at keeping gifts secret,” Eijirou replied while scratching the back of his head.

“Wait... you got me a gift?” Ochako asked, placing her wild arms down.

Katsuki blushed and looked away. Wait, he /blushed/?! It was adorable how it crawled up to his ears.

“So what if we bought you a gift,” Katsuki mumbled. “Anyway, pick a gift that isn’t ours, and I’ll fucking show you how to do the easiest thing on the planet.”

“It’s not /that/ easy,” Ochako pouted while grabbing Deku’s gift and handing it to Katsuki, whose face soured.

“This is for that damn nerd, isn’t it?” he deadpanned, snatching a roll of wrapping paper more aggressively than necessary.

Ochako giggled and sat down in front of him. “What gave it away?”

Eijirou plopped next to Ochako and leaned into her shoulder, making her squirm. His body heat radiated from him like a furnace, leaving her skin feeling scorched. She tried to relax her posture from the rigid position it took without her permission, but it wasn't easy with him pressed against her.

“The only person who wants a huge action figure of All Might other than Deku is Katsuki,” Eijirou said. “Unless this gift is for him.”

“Oi, shut up!” Katsuki snapped, not saying if he would want the action figure or not. “You fucking pay attention, too!”

Ochako didn’t know how Katsuki simplified wrapping the gifts so that she understood easily. Maybe it was his short, direct instructions or that he could grab her hands and move them into the positions she needed to cut the paper without making it jagged. All she knew was the gym was way too hot from their nearness, but with his help and Eijirou practicing, too, she got all the gifts wrapped except theirs.

“Can’t we just give her the gift now?” Eijirou whined as he put Tenya’s present with the rest of the pile.

“No, it’s not Christmas!” Katsuki barked.

“Yeah, but we didn’t get a gift for anyone else! Don’t you think it’s gonna be noticeable if we only give her something at the Christmas party?”

“We don’t have to give it to her there, dumbass!”

Ochako mulled over the thought. It sounded kind of fun to exchange gifts with them the day before Christmas instead of waiting. This moment between them wrapping presents was one to remember already. The laughs and the annoyed comments from Katsuki left a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest, and she didn’t want that to fade. Plus, it would be something between them, something intimate.

“Sometimes people allow their kids to open one present on Christmas Eve.” Ochako stared at her hands. “What if we did that?”

“I like that idea!” Eijirou said, scrambling over to Katsuki’s gym bag and pulling out a plastic bag. “Sorry, we didn’t wrap it yet.”

“I haven’t wrapped yours either,” Ochako reminded him while crawling over to their gift bag.

She reached in and pulled out Katsuki’s present first. “Um, here. Merry Christmas, Katsuki.”

Katsuki snatched the long box from her hand, opened it, and said nothing at first. The blood rushing in her ears was the only thing she heard. Oh, no. He must not like it.

“You got me a new utility belt?”

“Yeah, I had Mei make it,” Ochako said, pointing to the different areas on it. “These pockets are for your grenades like your old belt, and you can put stuff in the mini pocket like extra gloves and radios. The belt is waterproof, blastproof, and bulletproof.”

“How the hell did you pay for this?” Katsuki asked as his fingers ghosted over the material.

“Oh! She didn’t make me pay. It was easy for her to make, so she just asked me to help her move heavy equipment for a few days.”

“That’s so sweet, Ochako!” Eijirou gushed with the cutest puppy dog face. “What did you get me?”

He threw an arm around her shoulder, and she giggled, leaning into him as she reached into the bag. “I got you this lotion made for people with Quirks that alter their skin! I remember you saying how dry yours gets because of your hardening and that you couldn’t find something to help. Maybe this will.”

“Ochako! You’re the best!” He pulled her sideways into her lap and hugged her tight enough to make her wheeze. “Thank you so much!”

She returned his embrace, rubbing his lower back. “Let me know how it works!”

“You want your gift or what?”

Ochako glanced over at Katsuki, who held out a small black box to her. Ochako took it, acutely aware that Eijirou hadn’t let her go. Instead, he’d opted to rest his chin on her shoulder. If her heart beat any faster, it would burst, but being in his embrace seemed natural, as did being near Katsuki, who scooted closer until his knee brushed against hers.

“Come on, open it already!”

“Okay, okay!”

Ochako hooked some of her hair behind her ear and opened the box. Inside is a beautiful necklace with coral-colored stones. She picked it up, the cool, smooth surface comforting in her hand.

“Wow,” she breathed, holding it up to the light and watching it glitter.

“It’s an anti-nausea necklace,” Eijirou explained. “We found it in a random shop and thought it might help when you overuse your Quirk!”

Ochako couldn’t stop the happy tears that trailed down her cheeks. “Thank you guys so much. I love it.”

“You’re an ugly crier.”

“Hey, you haven’t seen me cry before!”

“I just did, and it’s looking ugly.”

Ochako smacked Katsuki’s arm, but he responded by reaching up to wipe the tear from her face. She froze, locking gazes with him just as Eijirou plucked the necklace from her hand and slid her hair forward. Once he fastened it, his arms wrapped around her waist again.

“It looks so pretty on you, doesn’t it, Katsuki?”

“Yeah, it’s nice or whatever,” he grumbled in response.

Ochako smiled and reached out to grab Katsuki’s hand. He blushed deeper and didn’t meet her gaze but still squeezed her hand back. Although she loved her gift, feeling Eijirou at her back and the warmth of Katsuki’s hand wrapped around hers was the best Christmas present she could have asked for.

“Another thirty minutes at least,” Katsuki answers, his red eyes twinkling with amusement from her discomfort. “Our sources said Daisuke Sato would meet his contact here at nine P.M. We’re stuck until he shows up.”

“Dang it!” she whines.

Ochako realizes those hand warmers she didn’t think she would need may have helped keep her hands from feeling like they’ll fall off. Her fingers burn because of how numb they got. Ochako’s body shivers, the frigid night air biting through her pants not made for cold temperatures. Just thirty minutes, kick some ass, then she could go to the closest coffee shop to dip her hands in a large cup of tea to warm them up. She tries her best to keep the sounds of her shivering quiet. They’re on a stealth mission; she’ll have to push past her discomfort to ensure they succeed. They may not get another opportunity to take this villain down. Ochako balls her fists up and shoves them into her pockets in hopes it will help the ache a tad. It doesn’t. She counts down second by second until Daisuke arrives in a black SUV surrounded by giant bodyguards.

“Ready, Cheeks?” Katsuki says while glancing over at her.

“L-let’s infiltrate once they go inside,” Ochako struggles to say. “We know the layout of this b-building and can use it to-to our advantage.”

“That’s it, we’re going shopping for warmer fucking clothes tomorrow!” Katsuki hisses.

That’s an excellent idea. They execute the mission without a hitch, and once the villains are in handcuffs, Ochako doesn’t want to leave. While it isn’t heated, it’s at least warmer inside than it is outside.

“You’re fucking irritating!” Katsuki exclaims when Ochako refuses to follow him outside.

“My hands hurt so bad out in the night air!” Ochako argues. “They’re still not warm enough yet!”

“Well, if we get in the damn car, we can crank the heat!”

“It’s three miles from here!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “We can use my explosions to get there faster. Use your brain!”

“No, you use /your/ brain!” Ochako lifts her chin to glare at him. “You’re not sweating because it’s too cold, and you used your reserves for the fight! Flying super-fast is colder, too!”

“Goddammit!”

Katsuki storms over to her and grabs her hands. He snatches her gloves off, which she tries to take back.

“What are you doing, you jerk?! Give them back to me!”

“I know a way to warm up your hands!” Katsuki replies, holding her gloves out of her reach.

She notices he won’t make eye contact with her.

“How?”

Katsuki steps closer, his gaze slowly meeting hers as he shoves her gloves into his jacket pocket.

“Put your hands on me.”

Ochako cocks her head to the side in confusion. “How will putting my hands on you warm them up?”

“No, you idiot,” he mutters.

Katsuki slides her hands underneath his jacket and sweater to rest against his stomach. His muscles flinch from her touch.

“Holy /fuck/, your hands are fucking ice cubes!”

He growls as if in pain, then whimpers. Ochako almost misses it because she’s too busy absorbing the warmth from his skin. Katsuki’s body is like a furnace; she needs every ounce of heat she can get. Clarity hits her like a freight train a second later. She’s /touching/ Katsuki Bakugou, the hot-headed Hero she spends more time arguing with than anything else. Ochako pauses, realizing that’s not true. She and Katsuki had an… understanding with each other. Ochako is the only person aside from Eijirou that Katsuki will let touch him. He seems to enjoy sitting pressed back-to-back as well. Any time they’re using their laptops to research for missions, that’s how they sit. It’s been like that for the past six months.

Still, over the last month, they sat back-to-back while reading books and playing on their phones. He’d even lay his head on her lap, tell her to shut up if she protests, and go to sleep. Ochako realizes his nearness is comforting, but she’s never touched him like this before. She must be blushing. There’s no way he can’t hear her heartbeat from how hard it’s punching against her ribs. His hands grip her wrists as she focuses less on warming her hands and more on the feel of his smooth skin underneath her touch as the sensation returns to her frozen fingers.

“Fuck!” he curses. “Hurry up, already!”

“Katsuki…” she breathes, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. “You’re so warm.”

“I fucking know that! Hey, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t get flustered by his snippy response. Ochako chuckles instead, then inhales his sweet scent enhanced from using his quirk. The seconds tick by, and they stand unmoving, lost in each other’s presence. Ochako glances up into his breath-taking eyes, staring down at her. They’re like galaxies glittering in the flickering dim light of the warehouse. Mesmerizing, addicting, and beautiful.

“Cheeks,” he murmurs when she wraps her arms around his waist.

His lips crash into hers a second later, and he’s kissing her hard. The passion behind it matches his temper. It's rough, intense, and is over before her enamored brain can catch up. Katsuki yanks himself out of her grasp and snatches her gloves from his pocket to toss to her.

“Your hands should be warm by now. Let’s go already!”

It’s 2 P.M. in the afternoon. Katsuki and Eijirou shouldn’t be home until almost 8 P.M., which is why Ochako makes no effort to listen for the front door opening or the sound of boots being kicked off. She’s in the throes of passion, mere minutes from orgasmic bliss when Katsuki slings her door open.

“Oi, Cheeks, I’ve been fucking calling you because― what the fuck are you doing?!”

Ochako scrambles off the dildo fast enough that it slings her slick over her comforter, and she dives to the other side of the bed to hide behind it. “Get out of my room! What the hell, Katsuki?!”

“Holy fuck,” Katsuki says when he glances at her thick dildo bobbing on the headboard. “Who knew you could take a dick that big. That’s so fucking hot.”

Ochako thinks she’s going to explode. “W-what?! Please, I didn’t think you were gonna be home! I-I just needed a little alone time!”

 Katsuki walks into her room, tossing his shirt off as he goes, and grabs her computer chair. He moves it to the side of her bed by the door and sits, leaning back in it as his hand lays dangerously close to the thick outline in his pants. Ochako’s brain fizzles when she realizes Katsuki is as hard as a rock.

 “Lemme watch, Cheeks,” he says, his voice full of lust.

“What, no!” Ochako protests. “This is private, you jerk!”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re fucking yourself wearing my design on a dildo the same red and black as Shitty Hair’s colors? Shit isn’t private anymore.”

“I-I!” Ochako sputters, failing to find words that might explain why he’s right without making her look like a creep. Katsuki grins as he grips his cock through his black pants and strokes. Ochako’s eyes zero in on the slow movement, her mouth so close to watering. She wipes her chin preemptively.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki says with no malice in his voice. “You’re an idiot if you think we can’t tell how bad you wanna fuck us. That’s it, right? Wish it was me or Eijirou stretching out your pretty little cunt? Come on, Cheeks. Let me watch you cum.”

Ochako isn’t sure what to do at first. She hasn’t done anything like this, but something about having Katsuki watch her piques her interest. His hungry gaze never leaves her, not even when he shoves his hand inside his pants and rolls his hips upward. Ochako sees how he tosses his head back and bites his lip in her brain, and she plans to keep it there for the rest of her life.

“You wanna watch me cum while wearing your shirt?” she asks as she stands to her feet and lets Katsuki drink her in.

It’s empowering and makes her feel desired to have those vermillion eyes studying every inch of her. She climbs back onto her bed and positions herself in front of her dildo again. Katsuki pulls his dick out of his pants and spits in his hand as he spreads his legs wider. That’s it. She will ride that monster if it’s the last thing she does, but for now, she’ll give him a good show. Ochako sighs as she sinks back onto her dildo. It morphs into a squeal since the vibrations weren’t turned off. It’s enough sensation to make her eyes cross. Ochako fucks herself hard, relishing how her toy fills her perfectly from the rocking of her hips.

“That’s it, baby. Show off for me,” Katsuki murmurs as he strokes himself faster. “Gonna have you bouncing on my dick like that real fucking soon. Just like that, now play with your clit. I know she’s gotta be aching, right?”

He’s right, and Ochako reaches between her thighs to rub her sensitive nub, moans pouring out of her. She couldn’t stop her mewls if she tried. The pressure builds again, so close to bursting, but she sees something in her doorway. The color from her face drains again when she sees Eijirou staring at them both with wide eyes. Why are they home?! She has to find out why she’s been caught. Ochako halts but doesn’t remove her dildo for now.

“We can explain!” Ochako blurts out. “It’s just I, you see. Um-”

“Your dildo has my colors on it, Ochako,” he says as he leans against the doorway.

“I mean, y-yes, it does, but―!”

“Oi, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Katsuki interrupts. “Keep going and get out Shitty Hair if you’re gonna complain about it!”

“Shut up, Tape Face!” Katsuki growls as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not staring at shit!”

“Wow,” Eijirou breathes, doing a poor job of not openly staring at Ochako. “My brain really isn’t in the right place right now.”

Katsuki squints at Eijirou, watching his cheeks flush and an enamored look cross his features. It’s no secret that half the men in their graduating class and some of the women have a thing for Ochako. She’s gorgeous, powerful, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Not even Katsuki. She made that clear when they were teenagers during the sports festival, and he’s been smitten ever since, not that he’ll admit it.

“Mine never is,” Denki laughs, smacking Katsuki’s shoulder, whose immediate response is to threaten him with crackling palms. “Ochako is just too hot! How is she still single?”

“Because none of us had the courage to go after her,” Hanta says with a shrug. “I think I have it now, though. Might ask to buy her a drink later. We’re going to the bar in the hotel, right?”

Katsuki clenches his fists. "Fuck off."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure anyone who she allows can have her, dude. You want her. Shoot your shot.”

“You first!” Katsuki snaps back even though it makes no sense.

Denki places a hand on his forehead before dragging it through his blond locks.

“You sound like a lovestruck idiot, Kacchan.”

“You don’t know shit,” Katsuki grouses before turning his attention back to Ochako.

His heart stops when she deep throats the popsicle, gagging just a hair at the base. What the/fuck/?! There’s no way she didn’t do that on purpose! Katsuki’s suspicions are confirmed when Ochako turns cocoa-colored eyes to him and smiles before refocusing on whatever Mina is blabbering about. That’s it, Katsuki’s dick is rock hard and throbbing. He can’t leave this stupid fucking beach chair until it deflates.

“Holy shit, did you see that?!” Eijirou hisses, plopping down on his butt in the sand with wide eyes. “She, oh my God. She just―!”

“She just deep-throated a popsicle,” Hanta says with a grin. “That’s hot.”

Denki climbs into Katsuki’s chair with him, making him bristle.

“Did that turn you on, Kacchan?”

“You’re disgusting!” Katsuki yells while shoving Denki onto the sand.

Denki raises a thumb from his spot in the sand. “He didn’t deny it!”

Who wouldn’t be turned on by watching that drop-dead gorgeous woman suck on a popsicle like it was someone’s dick? Katsuki doesn’t want to look at her again, but he can’t help it. When his gaze lands on her, his eyebrows furrow as Hitoshi approaches the girls. He hugs Mina, pats Toru and Momo on their heads, then waves at Tsu and Jirou. He says something to Ochako, who nods and stands.

“Oh, shit! Is Hitoshi into Ochako?!" Denki asks, sitting up. “I mean, who isn’t, but I never thought he’d go for it! He’s pretty shy.”

Katsuki’s rage bubbles under the surface. Leave it to Eye Bags to get in his way. His Quirk crackles against the pitiful plastic of his chair, melting it and leaving an acrid burnt plastic smell in the air.

“Uh, oh, Blasty doesn’t like that,” Hanta snickers, leaning against a palm tree.

Katsuki doesn’t hear him. He’s too focused on whether he’s going to storm over there and make an ass of himself or stomp off to his room and jerk off to thinking about Ochako choking on his cock.

“Hitoshi is looking over here,” Eijirou says with confusion.

Katsuki watches, raising an eyebrow when Hitoshi grabs Ochako’s wrist as she’s about to lick her popsicle again, and he almost explodes on the spot when Hitoshi licks the opposite side.

“Is what I think happening happening?” Denki says in awe. “Because if so, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m very much bi-panicking right now.”

Katsuki blinks. “What the fuck are you talking about, Dunce Face?”

“Hitoshi is pansexual and polyamorous,” Hanta explains. “He’s got a lot of love to give.”

Katsuki doesn’t know what to say to that. Especially when his cock throbs watching Hitoshi and Ochako share her popsicle, both of them staring at him. Oh fuck, they’re coming over. His heart rams against his chest as he tries to look nonchalant when they walk past. Katsuki is about to release the breath he’s been holding, but he can’t when Hitoshi leans down to his ear and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Your turn,” he whispers, lips brushing against Katsuki’s ear before he continues on his way.

The movement is so fast no one else would have caught it.

“What did he say?” Eijirou asks, watching as Hitoshi and Ochako head towards the beachfront hotel they’re staying at.

At first, Katsuki is speechless, but soon, a grin works over his features, and he stands to follow them.

“None of your business,” he says over his shoulder as he reaches the sidewalk leading inside. “You extras leave me alone!”

Denki watches him leave and looks at Eijirou and Hanta. “Is what I think happening happening?”

The gods were wise. They knew leaving her with her demon powers allowed her to visit Nirvana when invited by an Arch Angel. With Katsuki’s wings clipped, he wouldn’t hesitate, no matter the consequences. They did everything to stand in their way, but it only strengthened their bond. Ochako stood and stretched her arms over her head, the lavender long-sleeve dress she wore sliding off her right shoulder as she did so. She knew better than to wear restricting clothing when her heart’s desire made his appearance. Katsuki was a passionate being, raw and honest in everything he did, whether standing up for what he believed in, war, or lovemaking. She admired that about him.

The wind rustled behind her, and his presence washed over her. To a human, its heaviness would intimidate them, but Ochako only smiled and turned to face him. Katsuki didn’t give her a second to whisper hello before his arms wrapped around her, tendrils of his power billowing white smoke around their ankles. He tilted her chin up and kissed her. The warmth of his broad chest against her felt familiar. Any tension she might have had evaporated as Ochako reached up to drape her arms over his shoulders. 

“Ochako,” he murmured between kisses.

The tears she promised herself she wouldn’t shed this time trailed down her cheeks as they broke apart and pressed their foreheads together. 

"I've missed you, ra te ektun vi och seminkeh.”

“Ra te ektun vi och seminkeh,” Katsuki repeated in a language long forgotten.

My star amongst the clouds. Despite Ochako’s former standing as Purgatory’s lead General of Torture, Katsuki never saw her as the monster his kind did. He recognized, worshipped, and loved her for who she was, even if their first meetings hadn’t gone well. A sassy asshole angel had barged into her realm and had demanded she release someone who’d accidentally been sent to hell. It hadn’t been the first time someone ended up in Purgatory by mistake, but Ochako had declined to release her victim. Maybe the Grim Reaper hadn’t been paying attention when they’d gotten their assignment for that human, but they hadn’t been wrong to bring her to hell.

She’d been a cruel human who’d purposely brought sick infants to the brink of death in hopes of saving them and looking like a hero. Her success rate had left much to be desired and many parents mourning the loss of their little one. Scathing words were shared, ones Katsuki had disagreed with, and they’d fought, a flurry of talons, teeth, and wings until Nirvana’s god had called him off.

Katsuki had promised he’d return, and Ochako had vowed to crush him under the heel of her boot. He had returned, but Ochako had shown him what that human had done to deserve eternal punishment. Once Katsuki had understood Ochako’s victim’s crimes, he’d given her a stern look. The woman begged him for forgiveness and pleaded that he save her from torment. Katsuki had met Ochako’s gaze, those intense red eyes speaking for him before he uttered a word.

“Do what you want to her.”

With that, he’d left, and Nirvana had been in an uproar. Apparently, the woman had been a project of All Might, the god of Nirvana. He’d wanted to bring her to Nirvana to rehabilitate her and let her be reborn. This would have been her third reincarnation.

In her first life, she’d been a male serial killer slicing up prostitutes in alleyways. In the second, a cruel dictator who’d caused mass genocide and a world war. Reincarnating her as a woman did nothing to stop the blackness embedded in the soul. It was tainted.

What angels failed to realize was that some souls weren’t worth saving. This one chose to be evil. That set the start of Katsuki and Ochako spending time together. Ochako wasn’t sure when she’d fallen in love with him. All she knew was she’d fight by his side for all eternity, and their combined powers, tied with the desire to change the status quo made them dangerous in the eyes of the current leaders, hence their curse. It wouldn’t stop them from being together. They were destined, written among the vastness of all universes.

Their battles and a love that couldn’t be extinguished would live on forever. Tales of how an angel and demon overthrew the celestial realms would never be forgotten. It would change the course of time for millennia to come when it happened.

Katsuki’s fingers trailing up her sides brought her out of her musings to study those bright crimson eyes. 

Shaky palms cupped his jaw, bringing him down to meet her lips once more as his wings materialized. They expanded as Katsuki hooked his arms under her thighs, hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist with practiced ease. His arousal pressed against her core with promises of heated passion to come. Bringing each other to the edge had become second nature, but neither grew tired of seeing the other coming undone from their touch.

“Ready for me to fuck you senseless, Demon?” Katsuki asked before leaving open-mouth kisses along her collarbone that made her toes curl.

“Always, Angel,” Ochako replied, raking her nails through his ash-blonde locks. “Tonight, you’re mine again.”

They blasted into the night sky toward their cabin of old, intent on making the most of those few hours until they met again. The chill of the air rose goosebumps along her skin, but the warmth of his chest helped satiate the cool bite of ending autumn. The clear night sky let the full moon blanket the tops of full oak trees, a beautiful night for them to spend together. Ochako relaxed into her lover’s embrace as they flew across the night sky, the Earth a new vision from their place amongst the low clouds. They couldn’t fly as high as they once did because of her human stature, but Ochako didn’t mind because the glitter of the river’s surface nearby gave her peace.

When they landed in front of their mortal home deep within the forgotten woods, the earthy hint of dirt reached her nose as the dust bloomed from the flap of Katsuki’s mighty wings. Ochako wove her fingers between his and led him toward the small cabin, the lights flickering the closer they got. Ochako smiled, grateful for their friend and forest king, Izuku, keeping their location hidden. She swung the door open, listening to its soft creak before stepping inside a place that looked well used from its cleanliness. There was an open kitchen to their left and a beautifully furnished living room straight ahead. The domestic feeling reminded her of her hopes of settling down with her lover after their battle against the gods. It would happen. Ochako’s determination and Katsuki’s stubbornness to love each other unconditionally and without fear or repercussion rang clear and strong. As Ochako led Katsuki toward their bedroom, his footsteps behind her heightened her arousal. They belonged to each other this night, as fate intended them to be.

“Bad day?” Eijirou asked as Katsuki yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it away.

“Shut up,” he snapped, moving onto the bed behind Eijirou.

“Sounds bad to me,” Eijirou joked while pausing the interview and placing his phone beside him.

Katsuki shifted Eijirou’s legs wider, lying on his stomach for the perfect view. He didn’t hesitate to grab his ass cheeks, spread them, and drive his tongue into Eijirou’s puckering hole. Eijirou moaned, grabbing a pillow to wrap his arms around and settle under his chin. Katsuki was relentless with open-mouth kisses and perfect circles of his tongue around Eijirou’s asshole. This new activity had started one drunken night when Katsuki had let a secret slip.

He had an oral fixation, and keeping his mouth occupied released any tension he’d been dealing with. Eating ass topped the charts for his favorite way to keep his mouth entertained, but Katsuki and Shouto had split up two weeks ago. When Eijirou ended up ass up over the back of the couch with his best bro rimming him like it was his job, he was in shock, but he loved helping Katsuki out. It was what bros did for each other.

Eijirou’s eyes screwed shut from Katsuki’s skilled tongue, and he struggled to hold back his moan. Katsuki didn’t. He ate Eijirou’s ass with no embarrassment, growling his enjoyment. He hiked Eijirou’s hips higher, and with every flick of Katsuki’s tongue, Eijirou grew closer to bliss.

“Feels good, Katsuki,” Eijirou moaned, gripping the pillow for dear life.

Seconds later, Eijirou came, coating his comforter. Hot liquid splashed over his lower back as Katsuki blew his load. Katsuki liked to cum on him, and Eijirou didn’t mind it.

“Thanks,” Katsuki grumbled while pulling his pants back up.

“Anytime!” Eijirou chirped as Katsuki exited with less tension in his shoulders.

Eijirou sighed and stretched, knowing he should get cleaned up and wash his comforter. Maybe after he finished, he’d figure out what got Katsuki so pent up, but any time Eijirou needed to offer his ass up for Katsuki, he’d gladly do it.

Both glanced over at her, the room falling silent. The redhead walked over to his comrade and whispered something in his ear. The blond released Momo, who had a pretty blush across her face, and turned his attention to Ochako. Ochako refused to back down from their stares, holding her chin up.

“So sorry, Princess Ochako!” the larger, tanned one said. He bowed, red hair slipping over his shoulder as he did so. “I’m Eijirou Kirishima, and this is my husband and head clan leader, Katsuki Bakugou. We will do better.”

The gasp running through the crowd brought a smile to Katsuki’s face. It was unheard of for males to marry, but their clans had a different way of living. Ochako swallowed, pushing away thoughts of who mounted who. Or maybe they switched.

Katsuki reached over and squeezed Eijirou’s groin, then walked over to the throne. “Yeah, Princess. We’ll do better.”

Ochako had to stop her mouth from dropping open. Eijirou’s face turned red, and he apologized again. The rest of the night proceeded as expected, but Eijirou did an excellent job reigning Katsuki in. They balanced each other out. It was kind of sweet, in a way. Once Ochako decided she’d had enough and left for the night, she couldn’t get them out of her mind. Curiosity about their culture and way of living plagued her, not just how beautiful Eijirou’s dimples were or the deep red hue of their eyes. She fell into a fitful sleep, her mind racing until she finally dozed off.

Ochako woke with a start when she heard something outside her window. The royal garden was beyond it, filled with tulips, roses, and sunflowers galore. She sat up, confused, as she listened closely. Grunting and moans reached her ears. What was that? She crept to her window and looked out. This time, she couldn’t stop her mouth from falling open. Underneath the dim glow of the moon, Ochako recognized Katsuki and Eijirou in a compromising position.

One that involved Katsuki bent over, his hands pressed against a tree with his pants around his ankles, and Eijirou thrusting deep inside him. The sounds came from them both, deep and full of passion. The juncture between Ochako’s legs throbbed with an intensity unlike any other. She couldn’t look away. Watching Katsuki take Eijirou’s impressive length heated her body enough to where her nightgown felt like too many layers. The ache increased every second until her fingers crept over her leg toward where she most needed relief.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d help me practice my barbell lifts?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. It isn’t his goddamn job. Katsuki quit coaching two years ago and wasn’t about to pick it up now. His gym time included him and weights, not him, the weights, and a tiny buff smoke show.

“Tch, ask Eijirou,” he snaps, walking over to his water bottle that’s close to the door leading into the protein and snack area. “He’s the damn coach!”

Ochako follows, not at all phased by his gruff response.

“He told me to ask you.”

Katsuki glares at Eijirou, who’s conveniently giving him a thumbs up. This stupid fucker is setting him up. Katsuki would kill him. He’s told him a million times he’s not looking for a fucking relationship. Katsuki will murder him, resuscitate him, and kill him again.

“I want to do a weightlifting competition in a few months,” she explains, stopping when Katsuki does. He grabs his water bottle with enough force to collapse it. “He said you’re really good with Olympic lifting.”

Katsuki’s chest fills with dread. If he says yes, which he fucking won’t, he’ll have to train with Ochako and her tiny shorts that ride up to show the underside of her ass for a while. It would be idiotic to say yes.

“I won’t go fucking easy on you,” Katsuki says, contradicting the hard no in his thoughts. “You do what I say, or we’re done, got it?”

Her face lights up, her excited expression wearing on his stiff demeanor. “Got it! Your name is Katsuki, right?”

He grunts in response. Ochako brushes it off and bows. “Nice to meet you!”

Nice in-fucking-deed. Katsuki and Ochako train a few times weekly, and she’s growing on him. She rotates between buying him protein powders, pre-workouts, and protein bars as compensation for his time, no matter how many times he yells at her not to.

“I’m gonna make you smile!” she tells him, and she’s gotten pretty close.

Katsuki finds himself thinking about her more than he should, picturing how fucking hot she looks pulling 113kg deadlifts off the floor with ease. She can do five sets of eight now, and that’s after 200-meter sprints. He’s staring at her ass more and eying her chest when he should be focused on spotting her bench press. He knows she’s noticed because she drags him into the locker rooms one day and gives him a shy but coy smile. Katsuki freezes as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“I really like you, Katsuki, and I think you want me as bad as I want you.”

“You’re a dumbass,” he croaks. “I never said that.”

She raises an eyebrow and puts enough pressure on his growing erection with her upper thigh that he thinks he might die.

“Your body shows me you’re interested, and it’s not the first time.” Ochako hooks a finger in the waistband of his shorts. “You think I don’t notice when you get hard around me? These don’t hide much, you know.”