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Pairing: Alpha! Izuku Midoriya x Omega! Katsuki Bakugo
Summary: A routine patrol takes a quiet turn when Katsuki starts noticing things he shouldn’t—his thoughts getting foggy, his control slipping, and Izuku suddenly feeling a lot closer than “just a hero partner.”
Izuku has always paid more attention to Katsuki than he cares to admit. When subtle changes begin to surface, he’s the one who notices first—and the one who refuses to walk away. What follows is a soft unraveling of walls built over years of tension, miscommunication, and unspoken feelings.
The day started off normal. Perfectly mundane with nothing going wrong. Katsuki woke up bright and early, got his workout in, had breakfast, fed his cat, and headed out to his agency. Even getting to the agency was normal–he clocked in, changed into his hero gear, stuck on a scent blocker, and started patrolling. The day had stopped being normal after lunch–when Izuku clocked in and met up with Katsuki on the streets. At first, it was going like any other interaction he has had with the nerd–casual conversation, while Katsuki does everything in his power to act like he isn't eyeing the way Deku’s hero suit clung to his body like a second skin.
He could even smell the slight scent of cedar and pine wafting through Izuku’s own scent blockers, very subtle–not that Katsuki notices the difference, no, not at all. The scent caused a pleasant fog to settle in Katsuki’s brain; his omega purring in delight as the two walked side by side, Katsuki content to listen to Izuku ramble on.
“Kacchan?” Izuku questioned, his eyes narrow in worry.
Katsuki blinks slowly once, then twice, before a dopey hum leaves his throat. Izuku’s cheeks immediately change into a rosy pink as his eyes dart around before grabbing Katsuki’s arm and pulling him into an alleyway.
“Kacchan, I think you need to take some time off.”
“Hah??” Katsuki pouts in return, subtly leaning against the wall for support. The narrow alley causes Katsuki to be enveloped with the small bit of Izuku’s scent–wrapping around his being, strengthening the fog in his head as he stares at Izuku.
“Kacchan, are you even listening to me?” Izuku crowds into his space, his hands clasping around Katsuki’s shoulder.
“Of course I’m fucking listening, ya damn nerd,” Katsuki fights against the urge to lean into Izuku for support and shrugs his hands off.
“You’re not! You don’t even know what I said! I’m pretty sure your heat is like 5 minutes from starting.”
“Hah? How would you even know that? I got a few days beforehand, nosy ass.”
“Kacchan, listen to me! I can–well–I guess this is a little weird to notice. But you, um, well,” Izuku breaks off with an awkward laugh.
“Can you just spit it out!”
“I can smell the difference in your scent!”
The seconds that follow become the quietest seconds between them since, well, ever, as Katsuki blinks at Izuku and the latter becomes increasingly more red.
“Well, you know, I’ve known you so long it’s kinda hard not to pick up even the slightest change—not that I’m paying attention that much! It’s just a little sweeter, and it usually becomes a tad bit sweeter, like right before—kinda sweet to the point where I feel like I could taste it,” Izuku continuously mumbled, making eye contact with anything but Katsuki.
Katsuki stared, mouth slightly opened, as his face slowly got more pink by the second. Not even listening to Izuku’s rambling anymore as his omega purred in delight at Izuku's obvious display of affection and worry.
Shit.
Maybe he is about to go into heat sooner than he thought.
His skin is starting to feel sweatier than usual, and he does feel a little warm, and the way Izuku keeps rambling with that concentrated look on his face is making Katsuki want to throw all fucks out the window and drop to his knees.
His head is starting to spin, and his eyes are starting to close despite Katsuki's willing them to stay open, “Izuku, enough. Please.”
Izuku stops at the sound of Katsuki’s voice, his eyes darting to Katsuki’s slumped form against the wall.
“Kacchan, are,” a pause and a sniff, “are you okay?”
“Izu, I think you might be right. I need to go home,” Katsuki's hand reaches out, grabbing onto Izuku’s hero suit, leaning forward until his face is in the crook of Izuku’s neck.
“Kacchan!”
“Mmm,” Katsuki grumbled, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s scent gland, “Take me home, Izu.”
“Umm, okay! Sure, yeah, totally. Lemm just call the agency and– wait, can you walk Kacchan?”
“Don’t wanna.”
A huff, “Okay then, a cab it is,” Izuku mumbled, gathering a suddenly drowsy Katsuki into his arms as the omega rubbed his head up and down.
Izuku proceeded to make the required calls, which Katsuki just drowned out in favor of sniffing Izuku’s scent gland through his scent patch. Within possibly 5 minutes–Katsuki has no concept of time at the moment– a cab pulls up right outside the alley they have been standing in. Izuku urges a suddenly drowsy Katsuki forward to the car, helping him get settled.
Izuku handles everything within the car– like a good alpha– his extremely unhelpful omega supplies as Katsuki attempts to be as close to Izuku as possible without crawling into his lap.
By the time the pair make it to Katsuki’s apartment, he is very much nearly gone– still coherent enough not to give in to his omega instincts, but that restraint is fading the more Izuku continuously dotes on him.
“Okay, um, I don't know what else you need for your nest, but there you go!” Izuku tucks him into his bed, “Lemme go get you water and maybe a snack…”
Before Katsuki can actually process what he does, his hand is already tightly grasping onto Izuku’s sleeve.
“Wait, don’t go,” a gravelly whisper.
A nervous chuckle.
“Kacchan, I’m not sure I should stay while you’re like this.”
“Even if I want you to?” Katsuki whispered back.
“Kacchan, you’re not completely sound. I’ll come check on you in a few days, I promise,” Izuku insisted, looking everywhere but at the omega.
A whine broke from Katsuki’s throat as he tugged harder on Izuku’s sleeve, urging him to give in. Katsuki peered up through his lashes into shaky green eyes. His pout deepens, back arching just so slightly, pale skin getting pinker by the second, and then.
“Please, alpha.”
A growl broke from Izuku, too guttural to smother before his own hand smacked against his face.
“Ka-kacchan! You can't just do that!” Izuku sputtered, red in the face.
Moving to be on his hands and knees atop the bed, Katsuki peers up at Izuku with a challenging look in his eyes. A single hand raises, long, thin fingers gripping the edge of his scent patch, slowly peeling it off and letting his scent fill the room. A low groan of relief left his mouth as he rolled his neck before tilting his head to the side to present his neck to Izuku.
“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Katsuki whispers into the air.
“W-waiting?” Izuku gulps.
“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.
If you were to ask Izuku to retrace his steps as to how he ended up in this exact situation, he would have no clue what to even think. Here he is just trying to be a good friend, but instead, he’s fighting the urge to fuck said friend.
The biggest problem at the moment is trying to resist Kacchans' alluring scent–the usual caramel-like scent is knocked up a few notches, blurring with the smell of ash– a deadly combination if you were to ask Izuku. Kacchan’s skin is even deadly, almost begging for Izuku to lay his claim and paint it in purples and reds. The usual pale skin is tinted pink and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and God, how Izuku wants to taste that sweet sweat off his skin.
But he can't.
Because best friends don’t help one another with their heat.
So imagine Izuku’s surprise when Kacchan grabbed his sleeve and practically begged him to stay.
Kacchan, on his hands and knees, back arching ever so slightly, patched pulled off, red eyes narrowed, and nothing but seduction on his face. His caramel scent is stronger, nearly turning Izuku into mush as it wafts through the room. And Kacchan.
Oh God, Katsuki.
He just looks like he’s begging for something that Izuku is more than willing to give, but really, really shouldn't.
The way his mouth slightly parts as he looks up at Izuku, eyes screaming “breed me”, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, almost enticingly as he dares Izuku to not give him what he wants.
Kacchan tilts his head to show off his scent gland, tempting Izuku to fall into his primal ways, the gland seemingly taunting all of Izuku’s self-control.
“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Kacchan whispers, his eyes never breaking from Izuku’s even as they narrow.
Izuku glups, sweat forming at his brow, taking every ounce of strength to not pounce on the omega. His shirt is riding up due to the curve of his spine, revealing even more glistening skin.
“W-waiting?”
“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.
Izuku completely freezes as he tries to fight any and all instincts.
Should he really take the offer Kacchan is so willingly offering him?
Can he really trust what Kacchan is saying? That he wants him?
Izuku bites his lip in thought, looking away from Katsuki’s alluring gaze.
“I can smell the arousal from you, Izuku~” Katsuki hummed, “Don’t you want me, alpha?”
Looking back at Katsuki was by far the worst decision Izuku could have made in that moment. He’s now sitting up, legs folded under him, hands in between his legs, and a pretty little pout gracing his lips. His breaths are getting shorter, and he seems more antsy, like he can't quite hold in the desire any longer.
Oh, fuck it.
Izuku didn’t think. He just moved.
A growl tore out of him before he could stop it, and then Katsuki was beneath him — the sound of impact soft, but the moment anything but. Katsuki’s breath hitched, legs bending and framing Izuku’s hips in a way that sent heat curling low in his stomach.
For a second, Izuku could only stare down at him — the rise and fall of his chest, the sharpness in his eyes even now. Katsuki looked wrecked and defiant all at once, and Izuku’s pulse stuttered at the sight.
“You sure about this, Kacchan?” His own voice came out rougher than he meant, lower — the kind of tone that made his chest feel too tight.
Katsuki’s response was a hum, lazy but sure. His gaze flicked up, locking with Izuku’s, and something in it made Izuku lean in without meaning to. Their lips hovered a breath apart — close enough that he could feel the warmth of every exhale, could see Katsuki’s pupils widen.
“Words, Kacchan,” Izuku murmured, his forehead almost brushing Katsuki’s.
Katsuki swallowed, throat working before the softest “Yes” escaped — a whisper so close it trembled against Izuku’s lips.
And then Izuku lost the last thread of restraint.
He surged forward, catching Katsuki’s mouth in a kiss that hit like lightning. Katsuki gasped into it, and Izuku followed, pressing closer, chasing that sound. His hands braced on either side of Katsuki’s head, his whole body alive with the heat of contact — the slide of lips, the rush of shared breath, the pulse hammering in his ears.
Katsuki met him halfway, sharp and eager, his hands gripping Izuku’s shirt and pulling him down until their chests were flush. Every movement was fire and friction, rough edges and familiarity. Izuku could taste adrenaline, could feel the years of tension between them unraveling all at once.
Groans and whimpers fall from Katsuki’s pretty lips like a symphony as each press and slide of their lips become more frantic. Katsuki’s hips can't move upwards, causing a broken gasp to break them apart, due to Katsuki throwing his head back.
“Mmm, Izuku, alpha, please,” Katsuki begged.
Izuku plants kiss after kiss down the length of Katsuki's neck, his tongue laving over his scent gland.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”
A hand shifts to steadily slide under Katsuki’s shirt–rough, calloused fingers meeting smooth, soft skin, igniting a fire trail in its wake.
“Izuku, more, I need more,” Katsuki’s desperate voice broke through the air.
Placing another searing kiss on Katsuki’s lips, Izuku simply hums in response before lifting the shirt clean off, placing a kiss on each patch of skin revealed.
“Be patient, my omega, your alpha will take care of you,” Izuku purred.
“But it hurts, please– AH~”
Izuku swirls his tongue gently around Katsuki’s bitten nipple, soothing the red mark he created. His big hands slide up the sides of Katsuki’s slim waist, admiring the taut muscle from years of dedication, reaching to cup his chest and pushing them together. Izuku peers up at Katsuki, taking note of his already blissed-out face and open mouth before leaning down and licking up his chest where his breasts meet.
“God, Kacchan, such a perfect chest–perfect tits–just for me, right?” Izuku groans into his skin, licking and planting kisses as he does so.
Katsuki moans and whines in response, but Izuku doesn’t really expect a response; just Kacchan’s pretty little noises are enough.
“Perfect little tits, wonder how they’ll look when you’re pumped full and swollen with my pups,” Izuku starts before getting cut off by a loud whine breaking past Katsuki’s lips, his hips jumping up to rut against Izuku’s thick thigh.
“Oh? Kacchan likes that, huh?” Another moan in response, “Hmm, he likes the thought of me claiming him? Walking around swollen with my pups? My knot?”
A loud moan pushes past Katsuki’s lips as his hips jerk frantically against Izuku. Izuku keeps his thigh in place until Katsuki breaks off into whines, and most of the tension in his body dissipates.
“Kacchan, d-did you…?” Izuku mutters in awe
“Shuddap.”
“Oh my god, you did!”
“Izuku, shut up,” Katuski whines, his face progressively getting redder.
“Kacchan, you came untouched! Oh god, Kacchan, that was so hot, Kacchan is just too perfect.”
“Izuku…”
Katsuki’s face was now a bright red, his eyes tightly closed, his scent changing into a slightly more embarrassed one.
“Kacchan doesn’t need to be embarrassed,” a kiss, “Think I could make it happen again?”
“H-huh?”
A sinister smile spreads across Izuku’s lips as he looks into Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes before slowly resuming his journey down.
“‘Zuku, wha–”
“Shhh, omega, let your alpha care for you, hm?” Izuku purred, receiving a slight whimper and nod in response.
Izuku peels off the last remnants of his precious Kacchan’s clothes, revealing even more beautifully red-tinted pale skin.
“Mmm, Kacchan’s so pretty,” Izuku mumbles into his skin.
Izuku’s hand grabs a thigh, lifting it up and to the side, tilting his hips up in the process.
“Oh, Kacchan, poor horny little Kacchan, look at how your dripping for me,” Izuku speaks from between Katsuki’s legs, looking up to see the blonde's face covered by a hand, lashes clinging onto the hints of tears.
Izuku ducks his head, his tongue peeking out to lick at a drop of slick, “mmm, Kacchan tastes so good.”
Without a second thought, Izuku grips Katsuki's hips and flips him over, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. Using raw strength, he manhandles Katsuki’s ass into the air, legs spread just so, back arched perfectly to present himself. Sensing a bit of unwanted tension, Izuku releases more of his scent, nuzzling into the crease of Katsuki’s ass and thigh, amplifying the electric connection between them.
“Relax, Kacchan, I got you, baby,” he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
True to his word, Izuku licks a long, slow stripe up Katsuki's ass cheek until he reaches the twitching hole, flattening his tongue and savoring the slickness that clings to him. The taste is intoxicating, and he can’t help but groan at how good Katsuki feels against his tongue.
“Ah-ha! ‘Zuku~” Katsuki slurs, his voice dripping with need.
Izuku hums, the sound vibrating through Katsuki and igniting a spark of primal desire within him. He circles his tongue around the sensitive rim, teasing, coaxing out soft whimpers that echo through the room. He can feel Katsuki’s body responding, instinctively pushing back against him, desperate for more.
“More, ‘Zuku! Please!” Katsuki gasps, desperation lacing his voice.
With a wicked grin, Izuku obliges, diving deeper, his tongue slipping inside, teasing and exploring, drawing out guttural moans from Katsuki. He pulls back just enough to let the cool air hit the slickness, then dives back in, eager to feel the heat radiating from Katsuki's body.
“Damn it, just like that,” Katsuki breathes, his breath hitching as Izuku expertly works him over, his mouth devouring every inch. He can feel the tension building, a coil of pleasure tightening deep within him as he loses himself in the sensation, in the way Izuku is worshipping him.
Izuku’s hands grip Katsuki’s thighs, fingers digging in as he anchors himself, determined to keep him right where he wants him. He pulls back slightly, allowing Katsuki a moment to catch his breath before plunging back in, flicking his tongue against that sweet spot that sends Katsuki spiraling with pleasure.
“God, ‘Zuku! Don’t stop! I’m so close!” Katsuki cries out, his voice raw, punctuated by the sharp sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips.
Izuku shivers at the praise, his own need surging as he pushes Katsuki further, relentless in his devotion to bring him over the edge. The taste, the sounds, the heat—everything about this moment is consuming, and he’s determined to make it last as long as possible.
Izuku’s ministrations become more frantic, licking into Katsuki as he rocks his hips back into Izuku’s face.
“Alpha, I— I can’t hold it much longer!” Katsuki cries, voice thick with desperation.
Determined, Izuku intensifies his efforts, licking his tongue over Katsuki’s hole, teasing the sensitive walls with fervor. Each swirl, suck, and thrust of his tongue pushes Katsuki closer, the heady mix of slickness and Izuku’s scent enveloping him completely.
“Come for me, Kacchan,” Izuku urges, his voice a low growl. “I want to taste you. Want you to cum untouched again, baby.”
That’s all it takes. Katsuki’s body responds like a live wire, muscles tightening as he cries out, the sound pouring from deep within him. He gasps, his voice cracking with pleasure as drool pools onto the sheets below him.
With a final slurp, Katsuki comes, pleasure overwhelming him as he spills over, even more slick coating Izuku’s mouth. His dick spurts out even more cum than the first time, staining the sheets and splattering against Katsuki’s abs. It’s all so intoxicating–Katsuki’s pretty whines and moans, the taste of his slick, the amount of cum spilling from his swollen dick, and the fact that his Kacchan–his omega– is still rocking back, craving even more attention.
Izuku smiled into the skin of his ass cheek, lightly biting it.
“How bad do you want it?” Izuku spoke into Katsuki’s hips, his fangs scraping the skin.
A loud whine, “Bad, Izuku, please, make me yours,” Katsuki arches his back a bit more, turning his head to make eye contact, “Mark me alpha.”
A deep growl rumbles in Izuku’s chest before he grabs Katsuki and flips him onto his back, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to push them up and out. Katsuki gasps as Izuku crowds into his face, sharp green meeting watery red– a split second of understanding– then their lips are clashing yet again.
This kiss is deeper, less desperate, more passionate–their lips sliding against one another. Groans and little sighs of pleasure leave both of their mouths as Izuku licks into Katsuki’s mouth, savoring the taste of his Kacchan. His kisses trail to Katsuki’s jaw before traveling to his neck as Katsuki moans into the air, moving his head to allow for movement.
Katsuki’s fingers weave into Izuku’s hair, pulling just so, causing another growl to leave the alpha's throat, “Izuku, please, I can’t anymore, it hurts.”
A tender kiss was placed on the center of his chest, then, “I got you, baby.”
Izuku reaches down, lining himself up before guiding himself into Katsuki. He pauses for a moment, his breath hitching as he feels the warmth enveloping him. The sensation is electric, and he can’t help but lean closer, capturing Katsuki’s lips in another passionate kiss, pouring all his feelings into that connection.
“Just relax, Kacchan,” he murmurs against Katsuki’s mouth, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”
With a gentle thrust, he begins to enter Katsuki, pushing in slowly to give him time to adjust. Katsuki’s back arches, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he feels Izuku stretching him, filling him completely as Izuku groans in response.
Izuku continues with short, shallow thrusts until he’s fully sheathed in Katsuki before looking directly at the blonde under him to be greeted by the best sight he’s seen. Katsuki’s eyes are glazed with need, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he bites the back of his hand, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill from him. The sight sends a jolt of desire through Izuku, and he can’t help but move, thrusting in shallowly, trying to give Katsuki time to acclimate. But the way Katsuki writhes beneath him, a low whine escaping his throat, only fuels Izuku’s hunger.
“God, Kacchan, you feel so good. Can I move? Please tell me I can move?” Izuku whines.
Katsuki moans low in his throat, his eyelids fluttering before a “please” gets whispered into the air between them.
Izuku slowly pulls out and then slams his hips forward, forcing a loud, desperate moan to tear through Katsuki.
“Oh, Kacchan, oh my– you’re still so tight, god,” Izuku groans.
“Aah~ Izuku–move f-faster! I-I need it, please!” Katsuki cries out, his hips bucking up in pure carnal desire.
Izuku tightens his grip on Katsuki’s hips, quickening his pace every slap echoing through the room.
“A-ah, Kacchan, you feel so good! You’re so perfect, god, my pretty little omega.”
Katsuki flushes with the praise, head thrown back in pure bliss. His hand blindly reaches out, causing Izuku to grab it, pinning it to the bed and interlocking their fingers together.
“C-close–closer, Izuku–” Katsuki chokes out in between gasps and moans.
Izuku leans down his body nearly flush with Katsuki’s as his hips keep up the frantic pace. This close, Izuku can see the gold little specs in Katsuki’s red eyes, can see how blown with lust and need they are, the drool pooling from the side of his mouth, the tears slipping down his temples, can feel each moan and gasp fan across his face.
Ducking his head, Izuku sticks his tongue out, licking up the trail of drool, his mouth ending against Katsuki’s, “So messy, Kacchan. Gotta keep your spit in your mouth, no?” Izuku whispers against Katsuki’s mouth before swirling his tongue in his own mouth. Katsuki, with half-lidded eyes, catches the movement and drops his jaw even wider, sticking his own tongue out.
Feeling a strange sense of pride at the willing submission, Izuku collects the wad of saliva and spits straight onto Katsuki’s tongue. Katsuki swallows and moans around the taste, his eyes rolling back, his hips grinding up more frantically, trying to match Izuku.
“Izu–alpha, I-I–” Katsuki gasps.
“Yeah? Let go, baby. Let go for your alpha, Katsuki,” Izuku pants into Katsuki’s mouth, rutting even harder.
Katsuki suddenly cries out, his free hand gripping Izuku’s shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as his entire body convulses, succumbing to his release. As Katsuki’s cries echo in the air, Izuku feels the primal urge surge within him. He ruts into Katsuki, prolonging their connection until he finally bursts, a loud growl escaping his lips as he bites down, marking Katsuki with a mating bite.
Katsuki gasps at the sensation, a shiver coursing through him as Izuku fills him completely. The feeling of Izuku’s cum flooding him alongside the bite sends him over the edge again, and he relaxes against Izuku, a satisfied purr rumbling from his chest as bliss washes over them both.
As they lie tangled together, the afterglow of their shared passion still lingering in the air, a comfortable silence stretches between them. Katsuki takes a deep breath–his mind now a little clearer from his heat–heart pounding in his chest, he gathers the courage to voice what’s been weighing on his mind.
“Izuku,” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to say.”
Izuku turns to face him, his expression serious yet soft. “What is it, Kacchan?”
Katsuki hesitates, his gaze dropping for a moment before he steels himself. “I know we’ve always had this… thing between us. But after tonight, I can’t ignore it anymore. I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone.” He looks up, meeting Izuku’s eyes, vulnerability flickering in his own. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Izuku’s breath catches, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. He can hardly believe what he just heard. “Kacchan… I—”
Before he can finish, Katsuki cuts him off, his voice filled with urgency. “I know I’m not always the easiest person to deal with. I can be a pain, but I want you to know that you mean everything to me. I don’t want to hide this anymore. Especially after tonight. This wasn't just my heat–it's how I really feel.”
Izuku’s heart swells, emotions flooding him as he reaches for Katsuki’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re not a pain, Kacchan. You’re everything to me, too. I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t know how to say it.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him. “Really?” he asks, hope flickering in his voice.
“Really,” Izuku confirms, a smile breaking across his face and tears welling in his eyes. “I’m yours, now and always.”
Katsuki’s expression softens, a genuine smile spreading as he pulls Izuku closer, their foreheads touching. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”
In that moment, with their hearts laid bare and their bond stronger than ever, they find solace in the truth of their feelings, knowing they’re finally where they belong—with each other.
Pairing: Alpha! Izuku Midoriya x Omega! Katsuki Bakugo
Summary: A routine patrol takes a quiet turn when Katsuki starts noticing things he shouldn’t—his thoughts getting foggy, his control slipping, and Izuku suddenly feeling a lot closer than “just a hero partner.”
Izuku has always paid more attention to Katsuki than he cares to admit. When subtle changes begin to surface, he’s the one who notices first—and the one who refuses to walk away. What follows is a soft unraveling of walls built over years of tension, miscommunication, and unspoken feelings.
The day started off normal. Perfectly mundane with nothing going wrong. Katsuki woke up bright and early, got his workout in, had breakfast, fed his cat, and headed out to his agency. Even getting to the agency was normal–he clocked in, changed into his hero gear, stuck on a scent blocker, and started patrolling. The day had stopped being normal after lunch–when Izuku clocked in and met up with Katsuki on the streets. At first, it was going like any other interaction he has had with the nerd–casual conversation, while Katsuki does everything in his power to act like he isn't eyeing the way Deku’s hero suit clung to his body like a second skin.
He could even smell the slight scent of cedar and pine wafting through Izuku’s own scent blockers, very subtle–not that Katsuki notices the difference, no, not at all. The scent caused a pleasant fog to settle in Katsuki’s brain; his omega purring in delight as the two walked side by side, Katsuki content to listen to Izuku ramble on.
“Kacchan?” Izuku questioned, his eyes narrow in worry.
Katsuki blinks slowly once, then twice, before a dopey hum leaves his throat. Izuku’s cheeks immediately change into a rosy pink as his eyes dart around before grabbing Katsuki’s arm and pulling him into an alleyway.
“Kacchan, I think you need to take some time off.”
“Hah??” Katsuki pouts in return, subtly leaning against the wall for support. The narrow alley causes Katsuki to be enveloped with the small bit of Izuku’s scent–wrapping around his being, strengthening the fog in his head as he stares at Izuku.
“Kacchan, are you even listening to me?” Izuku crowds into his space, his hands clasping around Katsuki’s shoulder.
“Of course I’m fucking listening, ya damn nerd,” Katsuki fights against the urge to lean into Izuku for support and shrugs his hands off.
“You’re not! You don’t even know what I said! I’m pretty sure your heat is like 5 minutes from starting.”
“Hah? How would you even know that? I got a few days beforehand, nosy ass.”
“Kacchan, listen to me! I can–well–I guess this is a little weird to notice. But you, um, well,” Izuku breaks off with an awkward laugh.
“Can you just spit it out!”
“I can smell the difference in your scent!”
The seconds that follow become the quietest seconds between them since, well, ever, as Katsuki blinks at Izuku and the latter becomes increasingly more red.
“Well, you know, I’ve known you so long it’s kinda hard not to pick up even the slightest change—not that I’m paying attention that much! It’s just a little sweeter, and it usually becomes a tad bit sweeter, like right before—kinda sweet to the point where I feel like I could taste it,” Izuku continuously mumbled, making eye contact with anything but Katsuki.
Katsuki stared, mouth slightly opened, as his face slowly got more pink by the second. Not even listening to Izuku’s rambling anymore as his omega purred in delight at Izuku's obvious display of affection and worry.
Shit.
Maybe he is about to go into heat sooner than he thought.
His skin is starting to feel sweatier than usual, and he does feel a little warm, and the way Izuku keeps rambling with that concentrated look on his face is making Katsuki want to throw all fucks out the window and drop to his knees.
His head is starting to spin, and his eyes are starting to close despite Katsuki's willing them to stay open, “Izuku, enough. Please.”
Izuku stops at the sound of Katsuki’s voice, his eyes darting to Katsuki’s slumped form against the wall.
“Kacchan, are,” a pause and a sniff, “are you okay?”
“Izu, I think you might be right. I need to go home,” Katsuki's hand reaches out, grabbing onto Izuku’s hero suit, leaning forward until his face is in the crook of Izuku’s neck.
“Kacchan!”
“Mmm,” Katsuki grumbled, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s scent gland, “Take me home, Izu.”
“Umm, okay! Sure, yeah, totally. Lemm just call the agency and– wait, can you walk Kacchan?”
“Don’t wanna.”
A huff, “Okay then, a cab it is,” Izuku mumbled, gathering a suddenly drowsy Katsuki into his arms as the omega rubbed his head up and down.
Izuku proceeded to make the required calls, which Katsuki just drowned out in favor of sniffing Izuku’s scent gland through his scent patch. Within possibly 5 minutes–Katsuki has no concept of time at the moment– a cab pulls up right outside the alley they have been standing in. Izuku urges a suddenly drowsy Katsuki forward to the car, helping him get settled.
Izuku handles everything within the car– like a good alpha– his extremely unhelpful omega supplies as Katsuki attempts to be as close to Izuku as possible without crawling into his lap.
By the time the pair make it to Katsuki’s apartment, he is very much nearly gone– still coherent enough not to give in to his omega instincts, but that restraint is fading the more Izuku continuously dotes on him.
“Okay, um, I don't know what else you need for your nest, but there you go!” Izuku tucks him into his bed, “Lemme go get you water and maybe a snack…”
Before Katsuki can actually process what he does, his hand is already tightly grasping onto Izuku’s sleeve.
“Wait, don’t go,” a gravelly whisper.
A nervous chuckle.
“Kacchan, I’m not sure I should stay while you’re like this.”
“Even if I want you to?” Katsuki whispered back.
“Kacchan, you’re not completely sound. I’ll come check on you in a few days, I promise,” Izuku insisted, looking everywhere but at the omega.
A whine broke from Katsuki’s throat as he tugged harder on Izuku’s sleeve, urging him to give in. Katsuki peered up through his lashes into shaky green eyes. His pout deepens, back arching just so slightly, pale skin getting pinker by the second, and then.
“Please, alpha.”
A growl broke from Izuku, too guttural to smother before his own hand smacked against his face.
“Ka-kacchan! You can't just do that!” Izuku sputtered, red in the face.
Moving to be on his hands and knees atop the bed, Katsuki peers up at Izuku with a challenging look in his eyes. A single hand raises, long, thin fingers gripping the edge of his scent patch, slowly peeling it off and letting his scent fill the room. A low groan of relief left his mouth as he rolled his neck before tilting his head to the side to present his neck to Izuku.
“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Katsuki whispers into the air.
“W-waiting?” Izuku gulps.
“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.
If you were to ask Izuku to retrace his steps as to how he ended up in this exact situation, he would have no clue what to even think. Here he is just trying to be a good friend, but instead, he’s fighting the urge to fuck said friend.
The biggest problem at the moment is trying to resist Kacchans' alluring scent–the usual caramel-like scent is knocked up a few notches, blurring with the smell of ash– a deadly combination if you were to ask Izuku. Kacchan’s skin is even deadly, almost begging for Izuku to lay his claim and paint it in purples and reds. The usual pale skin is tinted pink and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and God, how Izuku wants to taste that sweet sweat off his skin.
But he can't.
Because best friends don’t help one another with their heat.
So imagine Izuku’s surprise when Kacchan grabbed his sleeve and practically begged him to stay.
Kacchan, on his hands and knees, back arching ever so slightly, patched pulled off, red eyes narrowed, and nothing but seduction on his face. His caramel scent is stronger, nearly turning Izuku into mush as it wafts through the room. And Kacchan.
Oh God, Katsuki.
He just looks like he’s begging for something that Izuku is more than willing to give, but really, really shouldn't.
The way his mouth slightly parts as he looks up at Izuku, eyes screaming “breed me”, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, almost enticingly as he dares Izuku to not give him what he wants.
Kacchan tilts his head to show off his scent gland, tempting Izuku to fall into his primal ways, the gland seemingly taunting all of Izuku’s self-control.
“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Kacchan whispers, his eyes never breaking from Izuku’s even as they narrow.
Izuku glups, sweat forming at his brow, taking every ounce of strength to not pounce on the omega. His shirt is riding up due to the curve of his spine, revealing even more glistening skin.
“W-waiting?”
“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.
Izuku completely freezes as he tries to fight any and all instincts.
Should he really take the offer Kacchan is so willingly offering him?
Can he really trust what Kacchan is saying? That he wants him?
Izuku bites his lip in thought, looking away from Katsuki’s alluring gaze.
“I can smell the arousal from you, Izuku~” Katsuki hummed, “Don’t you want me, alpha?”
Looking back at Katsuki was by far the worst decision Izuku could have made in that moment. He’s now sitting up, legs folded under him, hands in between his legs, and a pretty little pout gracing his lips. His breaths are getting shorter, and he seems more antsy, like he can't quite hold in the desire any longer.
Oh, fuck it.
Izuku didn’t think. He just moved.
A growl tore out of him before he could stop it, and then Katsuki was beneath him — the sound of impact soft, but the moment anything but. Katsuki’s breath hitched, legs bending and framing Izuku’s hips in a way that sent heat curling low in his stomach.
For a second, Izuku could only stare down at him — the rise and fall of his chest, the sharpness in his eyes even now. Katsuki looked wrecked and defiant all at once, and Izuku’s pulse stuttered at the sight.
“You sure about this, Kacchan?” His own voice came out rougher than he meant, lower — the kind of tone that made his chest feel too tight.
Katsuki’s response was a hum, lazy but sure. His gaze flicked up, locking with Izuku’s, and something in it made Izuku lean in without meaning to. Their lips hovered a breath apart — close enough that he could feel the warmth of every exhale, could see Katsuki’s pupils widen.
“Words, Kacchan,” Izuku murmured, his forehead almost brushing Katsuki’s.
Katsuki swallowed, throat working before the softest “Yes” escaped — a whisper so close it trembled against Izuku’s lips.
And then Izuku lost the last thread of restraint.
He surged forward, catching Katsuki’s mouth in a kiss that hit like lightning. Katsuki gasped into it, and Izuku followed, pressing closer, chasing that sound. His hands braced on either side of Katsuki’s head, his whole body alive with the heat of contact — the slide of lips, the rush of shared breath, the pulse hammering in his ears.
Katsuki met him halfway, sharp and eager, his hands gripping Izuku’s shirt and pulling him down until their chests were flush. Every movement was fire and friction, rough edges and familiarity. Izuku could taste adrenaline, could feel the years of tension between them unraveling all at once.
Groans and whimpers fall from Katsuki’s pretty lips like a symphony as each press and slide of their lips become more frantic. Katsuki’s hips can't move upwards, causing a broken gasp to break them apart, due to Katsuki throwing his head back.
“Mmm, Izuku, alpha, please,” Katsuki begged.
Izuku plants kiss after kiss down the length of Katsuki's neck, his tongue laving over his scent gland.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”
A hand shifts to steadily slide under Katsuki’s shirt–rough, calloused fingers meeting smooth, soft skin, igniting a fire trail in its wake.
“Izuku, more, I need more,” Katsuki’s desperate voice broke through the air.
Placing another searing kiss on Katsuki’s lips, Izuku simply hums in response before lifting the shirt clean off, placing a kiss on each patch of skin revealed.
“Be patient, my omega, your alpha will take care of you,” Izuku purred.
“But it hurts, please– AH~”
Izuku swirls his tongue gently around Katsuki’s bitten nipple, soothing the red mark he created. His big hands slide up the sides of Katsuki’s slim waist, admiring the taut muscle from years of dedication, reaching to cup his chest and pushing them together. Izuku peers up at Katsuki, taking note of his already blissed-out face and open mouth before leaning down and licking up his chest where his breasts meet.
“God, Kacchan, such a perfect chest–perfect tits–just for me, right?” Izuku groans into his skin, licking and planting kisses as he does so.
Katsuki moans and whines in response, but Izuku doesn’t really expect a response; just Kacchan’s pretty little noises are enough.
“Perfect little tits, wonder how they’ll look when you’re pumped full and swollen with my pups,” Izuku starts before getting cut off by a loud whine breaking past Katsuki’s lips, his hips jumping up to rut against Izuku’s thick thigh.
“Oh? Kacchan likes that, huh?” Another moan in response, “Hmm, he likes the thought of me claiming him? Walking around swollen with my pups? My knot?”
A loud moan pushes past Katsuki’s lips as his hips jerk frantically against Izuku. Izuku keeps his thigh in place until Katsuki breaks off into whines, and most of the tension in his body dissipates.
“Kacchan, d-did you…?” Izuku mutters in awe
“Shuddap.”
“Oh my god, you did!”
“Izuku, shut up,” Katuski whines, his face progressively getting redder.
“Kacchan, you came untouched! Oh god, Kacchan, that was so hot, Kacchan is just too perfect.”
“Izuku…”
Katsuki’s face was now a bright red, his eyes tightly closed, his scent changing into a slightly more embarrassed one.
“Kacchan doesn’t need to be embarrassed,” a kiss, “Think I could make it happen again?”
“H-huh?”
A sinister smile spreads across Izuku’s lips as he looks into Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes before slowly resuming his journey down.
“‘Zuku, wha–”
“Shhh, omega, let your alpha care for you, hm?” Izuku purred, receiving a slight whimper and nod in response.
Izuku peels off the last remnants of his precious Kacchan’s clothes, revealing even more beautifully red-tinted pale skin.
“Mmm, Kacchan’s so pretty,” Izuku mumbles into his skin.
Izuku’s hand grabs a thigh, lifting it up and to the side, tilting his hips up in the process.
“Oh, Kacchan, poor horny little Kacchan, look at how your dripping for me,” Izuku speaks from between Katsuki’s legs, looking up to see the blonde's face covered by a hand, lashes clinging onto the hints of tears.
Izuku ducks his head, his tongue peeking out to lick at a drop of slick, “mmm, Kacchan tastes so good.”
Without a second thought, Izuku grips Katsuki's hips and flips him over, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. Using raw strength, he manhandles Katsuki’s ass into the air, legs spread just so, back arched perfectly to present himself. Sensing a bit of unwanted tension, Izuku releases more of his scent, nuzzling into the crease of Katsuki’s ass and thigh, amplifying the electric connection between them.
“Relax, Kacchan, I got you, baby,” he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
True to his word, Izuku licks a long, slow stripe up Katsuki's ass cheek until he reaches the twitching hole, flattening his tongue and savoring the slickness that clings to him. The taste is intoxicating, and he can’t help but groan at how good Katsuki feels against his tongue.
“Ah-ha! ‘Zuku~” Katsuki slurs, his voice dripping with need.
Izuku hums, the sound vibrating through Katsuki and igniting a spark of primal desire within him. He circles his tongue around the sensitive rim, teasing, coaxing out soft whimpers that echo through the room. He can feel Katsuki’s body responding, instinctively pushing back against him, desperate for more.
“More, ‘Zuku! Please!” Katsuki gasps, desperation lacing his voice.
With a wicked grin, Izuku obliges, diving deeper, his tongue slipping inside, teasing and exploring, drawing out guttural moans from Katsuki. He pulls back just enough to let the cool air hit the slickness, then dives back in, eager to feel the heat radiating from Katsuki's body.
“Damn it, just like that,” Katsuki breathes, his breath hitching as Izuku expertly works him over, his mouth devouring every inch. He can feel the tension building, a coil of pleasure tightening deep within him as he loses himself in the sensation, in the way Izuku is worshipping him.
Izuku’s hands grip Katsuki’s thighs, fingers digging in as he anchors himself, determined to keep him right where he wants him. He pulls back slightly, allowing Katsuki a moment to catch his breath before plunging back in, flicking his tongue against that sweet spot that sends Katsuki spiraling with pleasure.
“God, ‘Zuku! Don’t stop! I’m so close!” Katsuki cries out, his voice raw, punctuated by the sharp sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips.
Izuku shivers at the praise, his own need surging as he pushes Katsuki further, relentless in his devotion to bring him over the edge. The taste, the sounds, the heat—everything about this moment is consuming, and he’s determined to make it last as long as possible.
Izuku’s ministrations become more frantic, licking into Katsuki as he rocks his hips back into Izuku’s face.
“Alpha, I— I can’t hold it much longer!” Katsuki cries, voice thick with desperation.
Determined, Izuku intensifies his efforts, licking his tongue over Katsuki’s hole, teasing the sensitive walls with fervor. Each swirl, suck, and thrust of his tongue pushes Katsuki closer, the heady mix of slickness and Izuku’s scent enveloping him completely.
“Come for me, Kacchan,” Izuku urges, his voice a low growl. “I want to taste you. Want you to cum untouched again, baby.”
That’s all it takes. Katsuki’s body responds like a live wire, muscles tightening as he cries out, the sound pouring from deep within him. He gasps, his voice cracking with pleasure as drool pools onto the sheets below him.
With a final slurp, Katsuki comes, pleasure overwhelming him as he spills over, even more slick coating Izuku’s mouth. His dick spurts out even more cum than the first time, staining the sheets and splattering against Katsuki’s abs. It’s all so intoxicating–Katsuki’s pretty whines and moans, the taste of his slick, the amount of cum spilling from his swollen dick, and the fact that his Kacchan–his omega– is still rocking back, craving even more attention.
Izuku smiled into the skin of his ass cheek, lightly biting it.
“How bad do you want it?” Izuku spoke into Katsuki’s hips, his fangs scraping the skin.
A loud whine, “Bad, Izuku, please, make me yours,” Katsuki arches his back a bit more, turning his head to make eye contact, “Mark me alpha.”
A deep growl rumbles in Izuku’s chest before he grabs Katsuki and flips him onto his back, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to push them up and out. Katsuki gasps as Izuku crowds into his face, sharp green meeting watery red– a split second of understanding– then their lips are clashing yet again.
This kiss is deeper, less desperate, more passionate–their lips sliding against one another. Groans and little sighs of pleasure leave both of their mouths as Izuku licks into Katsuki’s mouth, savoring the taste of his Kacchan. His kisses trail to Katsuki’s jaw before traveling to his neck as Katsuki moans into the air, moving his head to allow for movement.
Katsuki’s fingers weave into Izuku’s hair, pulling just so, causing another growl to leave the alpha's throat, “Izuku, please, I can’t anymore, it hurts.”
A tender kiss was placed on the center of his chest, then, “I got you, baby.”
Izuku reaches down, lining himself up before guiding himself into Katsuki. He pauses for a moment, his breath hitching as he feels the warmth enveloping him. The sensation is electric, and he can’t help but lean closer, capturing Katsuki’s lips in another passionate kiss, pouring all his feelings into that connection.
“Just relax, Kacchan,” he murmurs against Katsuki’s mouth, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”
With a gentle thrust, he begins to enter Katsuki, pushing in slowly to give him time to adjust. Katsuki’s back arches, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he feels Izuku stretching him, filling him completely as Izuku groans in response.
Izuku continues with short, shallow thrusts until he’s fully sheathed in Katsuki before looking directly at the blonde under him to be greeted by the best sight he’s seen. Katsuki’s eyes are glazed with need, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he bites the back of his hand, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill from him. The sight sends a jolt of desire through Izuku, and he can’t help but move, thrusting in shallowly, trying to give Katsuki time to acclimate. But the way Katsuki writhes beneath him, a low whine escaping his throat, only fuels Izuku’s hunger.
“God, Kacchan, you feel so good. Can I move? Please tell me I can move?” Izuku whines.
Katsuki moans low in his throat, his eyelids fluttering before a “please” gets whispered into the air between them.
Izuku slowly pulls out and then slams his hips forward, forcing a loud, desperate moan to tear through Katsuki.
“Oh, Kacchan, oh my– you’re still so tight, god,” Izuku groans.
“Aah~ Izuku–move f-faster! I-I need it, please!” Katsuki cries out, his hips bucking up in pure carnal desire.
Izuku tightens his grip on Katsuki’s hips, quickening his pace every slap echoing through the room.
“A-ah, Kacchan, you feel so good! You’re so perfect, god, my pretty little omega.”
Katsuki flushes with the praise, head thrown back in pure bliss. His hand blindly reaches out, causing Izuku to grab it, pinning it to the bed and interlocking their fingers together.
“C-close–closer, Izuku–” Katsuki chokes out in between gasps and moans.
Izuku leans down his body nearly flush with Katsuki’s as his hips keep up the frantic pace. This close, Izuku can see the gold little specs in Katsuki’s red eyes, can see how blown with lust and need they are, the drool pooling from the side of his mouth, the tears slipping down his temples, can feel each moan and gasp fan across his face.
Ducking his head, Izuku sticks his tongue out, licking up the trail of drool, his mouth ending against Katsuki’s, “So messy, Kacchan. Gotta keep your spit in your mouth, no?” Izuku whispers against Katsuki’s mouth before swirling his tongue in his own mouth. Katsuki, with half-lidded eyes, catches the movement and drops his jaw even wider, sticking his own tongue out.
Feeling a strange sense of pride at the willing submission, Izuku collects the wad of saliva and spits straight onto Katsuki’s tongue. Katsuki swallows and moans around the taste, his eyes rolling back, his hips grinding up more frantically, trying to match Izuku.
“Izu–alpha, I-I–” Katsuki gasps.
“Yeah? Let go, baby. Let go for your alpha, Katsuki,” Izuku pants into Katsuki’s mouth, rutting even harder.
Katsuki suddenly cries out, his free hand gripping Izuku’s shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as his entire body convulses, succumbing to his release. As Katsuki’s cries echo in the air, Izuku feels the primal urge surge within him. He ruts into Katsuki, prolonging their connection until he finally bursts, a loud growl escaping his lips as he bites down, marking Katsuki with a mating bite.
Katsuki gasps at the sensation, a shiver coursing through him as Izuku fills him completely. The feeling of Izuku’s cum flooding him alongside the bite sends him over the edge again, and he relaxes against Izuku, a satisfied purr rumbling from his chest as bliss washes over them both.
As they lie tangled together, the afterglow of their shared passion still lingering in the air, a comfortable silence stretches between them. Katsuki takes a deep breath–his mind now a little clearer from his heat–heart pounding in his chest, he gathers the courage to voice what’s been weighing on his mind.
“Izuku,” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to say.”
Izuku turns to face him, his expression serious yet soft. “What is it, Kacchan?”
Katsuki hesitates, his gaze dropping for a moment before he steels himself. “I know we’ve always had this… thing between us. But after tonight, I can’t ignore it anymore. I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone.” He looks up, meeting Izuku’s eyes, vulnerability flickering in his own. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Izuku’s breath catches, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. He can hardly believe what he just heard. “Kacchan… I—”
Before he can finish, Katsuki cuts him off, his voice filled with urgency. “I know I’m not always the easiest person to deal with. I can be a pain, but I want you to know that you mean everything to me. I don’t want to hide this anymore. Especially after tonight. This wasn't just my heat–it's how I really feel.”
Izuku’s heart swells, emotions flooding him as he reaches for Katsuki’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re not a pain, Kacchan. You’re everything to me, too. I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t know how to say it.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him. “Really?” he asks, hope flickering in his voice.
“Really,” Izuku confirms, a smile breaking across his face and tears welling in his eyes. “I’m yours, now and always.”
Katsuki’s expression softens, a genuine smile spreading as he pulls Izuku closer, their foreheads touching. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”
In that moment, with their hearts laid bare and their bond stronger than ever, they find solace in the truth of their feelings, knowing they’re finally where they belong—with each other.
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Summary: Ochako Uraraka, a kind and hardworking college student, follows a consistent weekly routine that includes tutoring her classmate Himiko Toga twice a week. The tutoring sessions began when Himiko, another health major, asked for help in chemistry, and over time the two formed a close friendship.
As the semesters pass, their study sessions grow more personal and intimate. Himiko is energetic, flirtatious, and openly affectionate, while Ochako is shy, responsible, and unsure how to handle the growing tension between them. What begins as simple tutoring becomes emotionally charged as Ochako realizes she’s developing deeper, possibly romantic feelings for Himiko—feelings she struggles to accept.
Warnings: cunningligus, smut, little plot, scissoring, fingering, face riding, thigh obsessed Toga (might add more later but I think those are the main ones)
w/c: 4766
note-> Happy kinktober! First time writing about a foot fetish, little nervous. Hope you enjoy! Cross posted to Ao3 as always<3
Every Tuesday and Thursday is the same for Ochako Uraraka; class from 9 am to 10:15 am, violin practice from 12 pm to 3 pm, and then her favorite part of the day: tutoring one Himiko Toga. Himiko approached her one day after Organic Chem, asking Ochako to tutor her for the semester, nearly in tears. Ochako, being the naive and kindhearted person she is, agreed and thus began their twice-a-week tutoring, which was last semester. Look, with both girls being health majors, it's fairly common for them to share at least one class a semester. Each semester, Himiko needed her help, and who was she to deny helping a fellow friend?
Himiko Toga is a very interesting girl; she’s bubbly most times, but tends to get that crazy, almost possessive look in her eye when their tutoring session gets interrupted by Ochako’s best friend, Izuku Midoriya. While she really has no right to be possessive, Ochako can’t help but enjoy the look on her face when he leaves; her mood and energy go down, a deep frown etched onto her features. That is, until Ochako offered to bring their sessions to her solo dorm room. Ochako felt as if maybe the girl was awkward around strangers, which seemed to be at least somewhat true because she had yet to see that beautiful yet devastating pout perched on her lips in the last few weeks.
Now, Ochako sits criss-crossed on her bed, clad in baggy sweats and an even baggier t-shirt, her hair in a loose bun, glasses perched on the slope of her nose, with a thick textbook sitting on the center of said bed. It’s been two hours since Himiko arrived, and they’ve been quizzing each other non-stop for their upcoming exam until Himiko dramatically flopped backwards onto the bed, claiming to be sick and tired of studying. The way she threw herself caused more of her abdomen to be revealed in her already too-cropped tank top, her loose shorts rising as well. As their friendship grew, the blonde seemed to be more and more comfortable in wearing less and less clothes, and while this usually won’t bother Ochako, her brain can’t get rid of the images of creamy pale skin flushed pink, coated in a thin layer of sweat, while she pulls noise after noise out of the girl; which isn’t proving exactly good for her sleep schedule.
Normally, Ochako would never even dare to think of a dear friend in such a way, but there’s something about Himiko Toga that draws her in, in the worst way possible. Even now, thrown across her bed, her stomach pulled taut and smooth, begging for a mark to grace it, whining on and on about studying, that dangerous pout directed toward her for entirely different reasons.
Clearing her throat and fixing her glass, Ochako spoke up, “Himiko, we need to at least finish these last two chapters, so all we have left is reviewing versus learning. You know that's how this goes.”
“But this is boring,” Himiko responded, dragging out the ‘n’ in ‘boring’, “Let's watch a movie and cuddle instead!”
And that's another thing: Himiko has gotten increasingly more touchy lately, and Ochako isn’t sure how much more she can handle it.
“No, Himiko,” she deadpanned.
“Aww, come on, ‘chako. Don’t ‘cha wanna cuddle me?” Himiko pouted, fluttering her lashes up at the brunette.
Ochako felt her cheeks heat up at the pout and big eyes directed towards her before pointedly ignoring the girl in favor of burying her face into the book. A couple of minutes of silence passed before a poke on her thigh startled the brunette.
“Whoa, ‘Chako! Your thigh is rock hard!” Himiko marvelled.
Turning even brighter than before, Ochako stuttered, “W-what–why are you f-feeling my, uh–”
“I was tryna get your attention since you so rudely ignored me,” that damn pout yet again, “but got distracted and rightfully so! Your muscle definition is insane!” Himiko exclaimed, her whole palm now laid flat against Ochako’s upper thigh, generously squeezing the muscle.
“H-Himiko, what are you doing?” Ochako was sure her face was bright red, her slight tan doing nothing in concealing the effect the blonde had on her.
Himiko, now sitting on her knees, crowding into Ochako’s space, paints an innocent look across her face, “Ya know, if we are studying anatomy…mmm, actually never mind.”
Himiko sits back onto her ankles, drawing her hand away from Ochako, a now dejected look in her eyes. As much as Ochako hates to admit it, she misses the feeling of Himiko’s hand on her and wishes she could change that look on her face.
Clearing her throat for the nth time that night, Ochako spoke, “No, no, tell me. I’ll do anything to keep your attention on studying!”
Immediately, Himiko’s face lit up as she leaned forward onto her hands, her face inches from Ochako’s, with a wide, bright grin stretched across it.
“Well, if you insist! I was thinking if we are studying anatomy, then we can use each other as guides!” That same bright grin is paired with just as bright eyes, a swirl of mischief in them.
“Y-you want to w-what?”
“I’ll give you an example,” Himiko said, sitting back once again, but her knees were now touching the side of Ochako’s thigh.
She gripped onto Ochako’s ankle softly before guiding her leg to unbend and stretch flat against the bed. Ochako watched with a pink face and buzzing nerves until Himiko cleared her throat, drawing Ochako’s attention to her amber colored eyes.
“Easy example first,” Himiko declared very professionally, her index finger in the air, “The femur is the strongest bone and just so happens to be the only one in the thigh. It runs from your hip,” her finger touched the crease of Ochako’s pubic bone her voice dropping, “down to your knee cap,” her finger slowly pressed into Ochako’s leg trailing down her thigh, her eyes never breaking the contact with Ochako’s.
At that moment, Ochako’s brain stopped working. She was frozen, red-faced, staring at Himiko’s narrowed eyes and undeniably turned way on.
“Quiz me, ‘Chako,” Himiko whispered into the thick air.
“I um– what?” Ochako smartly replied.
Giggles and then, “Give me another one. First one on your mind.”
“Oh, uh, fibula.”
“Hmm, the calf bone,” Himiko pondered before abruptly lifting Ochako’s leg so her ankle rested on her shoulder, Ochako falling back in response.
“Much thinner than the femur, runs right next to the tibia,” Himiko’s palm gripped the meaty part of Ochako’s calf, squeezing appreciatively before running her hand up and down, “It supports and stablizes the ankle,” her other hand slide to Ochako’s ankle, her pointer finger gracing the base, “It serves to attach the muscle but it doesnt carry much weight. Ya know, many people tend to overlook it, but it's just as important.”
As the last few words left her mouth, Himiko’s fingers walked up her shin, and Ochako had never hated herself more for wearing sweatpants and not something where she could feel Himiko’s skin brush hers.
“ ‘nother word, ‘Chako~”
Faced hotter than it's ever been, Ochako’s eyes darted everywhere but at the blonde who currently had her face nuzzled into the side of her leg. How did she end up here, and why is basic human anatomy turning her on?
God, she was gonna be a horrible doctor if she couldn’t keep it in her pants if a girl who she may have found extremely attractive for months said three damn bones.
Ochako was lost in thought when a sharp pinch to her inner thigh made her gasp out loud.
“‘Chako, you said you’d help me study, but you won't give me another body part,” Himiko pouted, a faux innocent look on her face.
Oh.
Oh.
This girl knew exactly what she was and had no shame.
And if she was going to have no shame, then Ochako wasn’t going to either.
“M-metatarsal.”
“Oh,” Himiko’s cheeks immediately flushed pink, “W-well, the metatarsals are five tubular bones in the middle of the foot,” without removing Ochako’s foot from her shoulder, her fingers pressed into the skin of the top of her feet, pushing against the bone. All while Ochako tried holding in a gasp at feeling her skin finally touch hers.
“They connect the ankle to the toes,” her fingers went back up to her ankle before slowly trailing down to her toes, a perfectly manicured finger grazing the tops of her toes, “it also forms the arch of the foot,” her fingers then lightly trailed the underside of Ochako’s foot, causing the brunette to let out an audibe gasp.
At the noise, Himiko looked up, and brown eyes met amber. Ochako knew her face had to be a deep shade of red as her chest rose and fell quickly, her hands thrown off to the side. God, she knew she looked a mess.
“You know, they do say the foot is a very sensitive and sensual body part. What do you think ‘Chako?”
A deep breath, “I-I don't know–”
“Oh, but I think you do,” Himiko cut her off, “Mind if I try something?”
Not trusting herself to speak, Ochako sharply nods.
Himiko’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as her fingers delicately wrapped around Ochako’s ankle, holding her steady. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her head until her breath ghosted over the top of Ochako’s foot, warm and feather-light.
Ochako bit down on her lip, every muscle in her body going taut, waiting.
Then came the first touch—soft, testing, the briefest brush of Himiko’s lips against the arch of her foot. It sent a jolt straight up Ochako’s spine, her back arching slightly before she even realized it. A shaky exhale left her lips. Himiko tilted her head up again, amber eyes glowing with delight, but no words left; her eyes said it all.
Ochako wanted to hide her face, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. Her hands flexed uselessly at her sides as her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Himiko’s hold around Ochako’s ankle tightened, her thumb brushing slowly over the delicate bone there, almost reverent. Her lips parted as she pressed another kiss to the top of Ochako’s foot, slower, wetter this time, letting her tongue peak out in the slightest bit.
Ochako’s breath caught hard in her throat, toes curling as if she could somehow escape the overwhelming heat blooming under every place Himiko touched. But Himiko wasn’t letting her go anywhere.
“You don’t even know…” Himiko whispered, voice thick and smooth as her mouth lingered over the arch, “…how perfect you are right here.” She dragged her tongue along the underside again, slower, making Ochako’s body jolt with each deliberate stroke.
“H-Himiko—!” Ochako gasped, her hands clutching desperately at her sheets. Her face was flushed crimson, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t get enough air.
Himiko only smiled against her skin, teeth grazing gently before she nipped at the ball of her foot. “Such pretty feet, ‘Chako. Such pretty noises,” she kissed down again, savoring the way Ochako trembled.
Ochako squeezed her eyes shut, a helpless whimper slipping out before she could swallow it back. Her body betrayed her, arching, trembling, begging in ways her lips couldn’t admit. Himiko’s tongue traced between each toe, slow, teasing, intimate in a way that made Ochako’s whole body quake. She kissed each one, lingering, worshipful, before sucking lightly on the tip of her big toe, a muffled moan humming low in her throat.
Ochako let out a broken cry, her hands flying to cover her burning face. “Ah—! T-this is— too much! We’re supposed to be studying!”
“Mmm, but I am studying,” Himiko’s eyes glinted as she trailed her lips down the arch again, “I have to know just how sensitive a patient's foot could be, no?”
“T-this would be a little unprofessional, no? A-and you’re not even studying any v-vocab,” God, Ochako hoped she didn’t sound that much of a mess already. But how could she not? When someone as beautiful as Himiko Toga is peering up at her from behind her foot, eyes slightly glazed over.
“Fine then,” Himiko slightly backed up from her foot, “Talus, cuboid, calcaneous,” Himiko spouted off different bones in the foot, her finger pointing to each one.
“W-wait, what are you–”
“Navicular, cuneiform bones, proximal, middle, and distal. There all the bones,” Himiko cheekily declared before placing a kiss on the top of her foot, maneuvering to place her tongue on her heel, and slowly starting to lick around the base of Ochako’s foot.
“A-ah, Himiko, wha–” A sharp gasp left Ochako’s mouth when Himiko licked her pinky toe into her mouth to greedily suck on it.
Ochako’s toes curled tight, her whole body shuddering. “H-Himiko, please—” she gasped, though even she didn’t know if she was begging for her to stop or to keep going.
Himiko only smiled against her, eyes flicking up in molten amusement. “Please, what? This?” She parted her lips and drew her tongue slowly between each of Ochako’s toes, one at a time, savoring the way her friend’s body arched in shock at the intimate touch.
Ochako covered her mouth with both hands, muffling a cry that threatened to tear out of her throat. Her chest rose and fell frantically, her face as red as a strawberry.
“Mm… sweet,” Himiko moaned low, sucking gently on her big toe, her lips closing around it in a heated pull that made her cheeks hollow. She released it with a wet pop, licking along the sensitive pad as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “I could spend hours here and never get enough of you.”
Ochako shook her head, wide-eyed, her voice trembling. “Y-you’re insane… this is— it’s too much—”
But Himiko silenced her with another kiss, slow and deliberate to the soft sole, before murmuring against her skin, “Then why does your body keep begging for more?”
Her free hand trailed up Ochako’s calf now, massaging the muscle there while her mouth lavished every inch of her foot, worshipful, relentless. Each kiss, each suck, each heated whisper made Ochako tremble harder, undone under the sheer devotion Himiko poured into every touch.
Yet one thought coursed through Ochako’s mind: “How the hell did this happen, and why do I want it to keep going?”
“Mmm, ya know ‘chako, I—“ Himiko started before a loud cherry tune blasted through the room, startling the two girls.
Ochako immediately sat up, her glasses slipping down her nose, “T-that’s my phone. Where…” she trailed off a little breathless before grabbing her phone that got lodged under the textbook.
She pulled her leg back from Himiko, face bright red as she looked away and answered the phone.
“O-ochako Uraraka speaking…oh…y-yeah, no worries, I’ll be there in a sec,” she hung up before looking back at Himiko without making eye contact, “um, that was one of the residents. They have a uh kitchen problem. I gotta go do my RA duties, um, so this session is cut short.”
The brunette immediately started gathering up her school supplies before standing from the bed, her cheeks getting darker by the second, “You can uh let yourself out or uh whatever I gotta go!” and out the door she went, red in the face, leaving behind a not so surprised Himiko Toga.
———————
Ochako managed to avoid Himiko in any and every possible way for two whole weeks. Two whole weeks before the one and only Himiko Toga stood in front of Ochako's dorm room.
“Himiko! W-what are you doing here?”
“You’re avoiding me,” Himiko pouted.
“What? No, I’m not.”
“You are!”
“I really—“
“Then why do you keep canceling on me?” Himiko demanded.
“I—“
“You’re always busy now, or sick, or dealing with Izuku, or I don’t know, how you’re coming up with any excuse to not talk to me!” Himiko huffed, “Are you mad at me?”
“W-what! No, Himiko, never! I just needed space, I guess,” Ochako muttered, her face tinting pink.
“From me?”
“In a sense, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“I asked why?” Himiko demanded, daring to take a step closer.
“I—“
“Was it because of what happened?”
“What? No, it’s—“ Ochako tried.
“Ochako,” Himiko sternly spoke, Ochako flinching at the sound of her full name, “Tell me the truth.”
“Himiko, please, can we do this another day? I’m tired—“
“No! I’m sick of your dumb excuses, tell me!” She took another step forward, poking Ochako in the chest, causing her to step back into the room.
“Fine! Yes, it was because of that! I couldn’t look you in the eye knowing you had done that!” Ochako exploded, her cheeks becoming darker, eyes turning glassy.
“I thought you liked it…” Himiko whispered, “Di-did I make you uncomfortable? I guess I never asked if you were even into girls, I just kinda, I don’t know, you seemed into me…”
“No, that's exactly what the problem was.” Ochako threw her hands up, “I was into it.”
Himiko’s face had yet to change from looking disappointed, “W-why would that be the problem..?”
“Because Himiko, you’re my friend! God, I couldn’t ever focus, and I felt horrible for imagining you under me, above me, anywhere! I felt horrible, and then you did that, and I don’t know. I felt horrible! I shouldn’t think this way about you, not because you’re a girl but because you’re my friend,” Ochako finished, huffing, hands in her hair like she was truly distraught.
Then, Himiko broke out into a full-on laugh. Clutching her stomach, leaning forward as she cackled into the air.
“Himi—“ Ochako started, but was abruptly cut off by Himiko surging forward, connecting their lips together.
After a few seconds, Himiko pulled back, grabbing Ochako’s face like it was the most precious thing in the world, “‘Chako, trust me when I say you are all I want, all I’ve ever wanted.”
“R-really?” Ochako breathed.
Another small kiss, “Yes, really. Now wanna tell me in what ways you were imagining me?”
Ochako simply stood staring, her mouth slightly parted in shock. The silence stretched on, causing Himiko’s hands to slowly slip from Ochako’s face.
“I um–mmph!” Ochako clutched at Himiko’s waist, pulling her close until their chests pressed together and their lips collided. Himiko didn’t hesitate, threading her fingers through Ochako’s hair, tilting her head, and deepening the kiss. Little gasps and soft, wet smacks filled the room, each one punctuating the intensity building between them. Their hands roamed, gripping and tugging frantically—Ochako’s fingers tangled in Himiko’s clothes, while Himiko’s palms traced the curves of her sides, memorizing every contour. Heat radiated between them, their breaths quickening, hearts hammering in unison as the moment stretched, thick and electric.
Ochako’s resolve wavered under Himiko’s touch, a shiver running down her spine as Himiko’s lips trailed from hers to the sensitive curve of her neck. She let out a breathy moan, tilting her head further to give Himiko better access, her hands clinging to the other girl as if anchoring herself to this overwhelming feeling. Every touch, every press of lips against skin seemed to set her nerves alight, leaving her dizzy yet craving more.
“Himi, hah, bed,” Ochako panted into the air.
Himiko hummed in response before slightly bending, grabbing Ochako’s thighs, and heaving her up into her arms, “God, the weight of you in my hands turns me on so much,” Himiko breathed, trailing her tongue from Ochako’s clavicle up her neck while her fingers pressed hard into the brunette’s thighs.
Falling onto the bed, Ochako slightly bounced, letting out a gasp as Himiko immediately crowded into her space, their lips meeting once more. Nothing about the kiss was soft or sweet–it was wet, desperate, and full of yearning. Ochako struggled to keep up with Himiko’s frantic pace as her hands roamed over Himiko’s front, appreciating the slimness of her waist. In return, Himiko’s hands squeezed into the fat of Ochako’s thighs before separating their lips with a loud pop sound.
“I want you to suffocate me with your thighs,” Himiko panted into Ochako’s mouth.
“W-what?”
“Lemme eat you out, please, ‘Chako.”
Ochako could feel her entire face turn beet red as she stuttered out a response, “Oh! U-um, if you want to, I would love it. But not if you don't want to!”
A loud groan then, “As if I wouldn’t,” Himiko smirked, squeezing once more, “Feel free to pull my hair and squeeze your thighs shut all you want, baby.”
“A-ah, but what if I hurt you?”
“Oh god, I’m begging you; make it hurt,” Himiko moaned.
Ochako watched as Himiko moved down the bed before bending down, placing a kiss on her bare kneecap while maintaining eye contact. Ochako squirmed in anticipation as each kiss grew wetter and higher up her left thigh until Himiko reached the hem of her brown skirt. Himiko’s hand trailed up her side until it gripped the small of her waist, an eyebrow lifting in question. Chest heaving and cheeks flushed, Ochako nodded as her own hand went to grab Himiko’s on her waist.
Slowly massaging the slight pudge on Ochako’s stomach, Himiko used her other hand to flip the skirt up, lowering her mouth until Ochako could feel the warm breath on her inner thigh. She bit her lip, wiggling her hips until the unoccupied hand of Himiko gripped her hips, keeping her still. Ochako leaned her head back, closing her eyes, choosing to focus on the feel of Himiko’s lips barely tracing over the sensitive skin. Her plush bottom lip dragged before the top met the skin, placing an open-mouth kiss onto the skin, ever so slowly trailing up. Wet kiss after wet kiss seared itself into Ochako, ingrained itself in time with her gasps of air.
Slow fingers traced her hips down to her outer thigh, down to her knee, until a hand lifted and carefully placed her knee onto Himikos's shoulder. The delicate fingers trailed down the underside of her thigh until they reached the hem of her underwear. Her finger traced the outline before moving to rub over the tiny bow on the front of her underwear, causing Ochako to take a shuddering breath in.
“Hah, Himiko, please,” Ochako whimpered with her eyes still closed.
“Please what, baby?” Ochako could feel the words pressed into her skin, causing a tiny moan to escape.
“Touch me, Himi, please.”
“Maybe if you ask while looking at me, I’ll think about it.”
Ochako blinked her eyes open, her vision a little blurry due to the tears gathering before looking down, making eye contact with the girl lying between her legs. Himiko’s pupils were blown so big, the amber in them was almost a thin circle.
“Himi, please,” a sniffle, “Please touch me.”
A smile then, “Gladly,” she nearly purred before dipping down and licking a fat stripe up the clothed center of Ochako’s core.
“Ahh~” Ochako moaned out, her hand shooting down, grabbing onto Himiko's hair.
Himiko’s fingers pressed hard into the fat of Ochako’s thighs, sure to leave indents as she licked and sucked.
One of Himiko’s hands left her thigh, traveling to Ochako’s entrance before circling the hole with her index finger. Ochako’s hips bucked up in response, a needy, “please” being panted into the air.
A single finger popped in effortlessly, Ochako whining out, her back arching off the mattress.
“Hah, Himi,” Ochako moaned, her hips grinding up in tune with Himiko’s fingers.
The room filled with noises coming from Ochako and Himiko alike; one filling the room with gasps and moans, the other drawing these noises out, slurping and panting.
Himiko buried herself in Ochako’s pussy like a starved woman. As if this were her last meal on death row, and she couldn't get enough. Ochako dripped onto the sheets as Himiko continuously made a mess between her legs; slick coating the entire bottom half of her face, pooling into her mouth, and dripping down her hand.
Ochako glanced down, making eye contact with the blonde before whining out, her tone desperate and pleading.
“I wanna ride your face.”
Time seemed to freeze as Himiko stopped, her eyes blinking up at Ochako’s heaving figure.
“Please,” Ochako whispered into the air, which was more than enough, as the next thing she knew, she was being pulled up and flipped around, the movement nearly giving her whiplash.
Himiko moved the two of them around until Ochako was seated on Himiko’s chest, her skirt hiding her from view. Himiko’s hand crept up her thighs, squeezing before tugging her forward.
“Come on, baby, ride my face,” Himiko purred, tugging once more.
Ochako bit her lip, her skin flushing red before scooting up to hover over Himiko’s face, her fingers gripping onto the edge of her skirt. Himiko’s hands crept up higher, grabbing onto her ass and roughly pulling her down until Himiko’s mouth collided with her pussy. Ochako moaned out– high and whiny– as her hips jolted, her skirt falling out of her hand to cover Himiko’s face. Himiko groaned into her pussy, her hands slowly guiding her hips to rock back and forth.
At the prompt, Ochako slowly rolled her hips until she was fully riding Himiko’s face, moaning loudly into the air, one hand clutching onto her skirt to see the blonde's blissed-out face, the other supporting her against the wall.
Himiko’s tongue lapped up every drop from Ochako, slurping and groaning, not a care in the world for the mess she was helping create as her hands groped any part of skin she could reach.
“Hah, I-I’m close, don't stop, please, don’t stop,” Ochako whined out, each word broken by a gasp of air.
Himiko moaned into her, her licking becoming more insistent as Ochako’s hips became frantic, her moans louder. Ochako’s thighs squeezed tight around Himiko’s head as a loud whine broke passed her lips, her whole body shuddering as she came on Himiko’s tongue.
Himiko's licks became shorter and softer to guide her through the orgasm until Ochako was twitching in oversensitivity. Himiko moved Ochako to sit on her hips before shooting up and molding their lips together. The kiss was their messiest by far, more breathing and licking into the other's mouth than kissing.
Ochako could taste herself on Himiko’s lips as their tongues continuously grazed, saliva pooling as hands gripped clothes, hair and skin, pulling and tugging until nothing was left but their bare bodies.
“Chako, lemme ride your thigh,” Himiko panted into her mouth.
Without responding, Ochako moved herself so Himiko could plant herself on her thigh, which the girl wasted no time in doing so, already building a steady rhythm. The wet glide of Himiko’s pussy coated Ochako’s thigh, while the latter kissed up and down Himiko's neck and chest, sucking bruises into the milky skin.
“Hah, ‘Chako, I’m so close. I won’t last,” Himiko moaned, her hand buried into Ochako’s hair, her chest arched into the girl's mouth.
Without ceremony, Ochako used one hand to push the girl down, the other gripping her thigh before shifting to rub her pussy against Himiko’s.
Ochako moaned in response before grinding her hips against Himiko’s just right, their clits bumping with every upwards grind.
“Imma come, oh, please,” Himiko moaned, her own hand grabbin onto her chest.
“Come for me.”
Nearly mesmerized by the sight, Ochako moved faster while guiding Himiko’s hips until the girl broke with a loud whine, cum splattering, the sight of it all triggering Ochako’s second orgasm.
The two girls slowly rolled their hips to ride the wave until they were both too sensitive, panting into the air.
“Wow,” Ochako breathed.
A giggle erupted from Himiko, “Mmm, wow, indeed.”
“Shut up,” Ochako laughed, “Come up here.”
Ochako leaned forward, grabbing onto Himiko’s arm to help pull her until both girls were settled into the pillows, limbs tangled together. Himiko snuggled closer to Ochako, sighing in contentment while tracing small shapes against the fat of the brunette’s belly.
“Stop, that tickles,” Ochako swatted the girl's hand, “We’re gonna have to get up and clean off.”
“Don’t wanna,” Himiko complained, curling into her side more until there was no space between them.
“Mmm, fine, we can rest for a bit,” Ochako kissed the top of Himiko’s head, “I love you.”
Himiko’s head immediately snapped up, “Do you mean that?”
Ochako blinked back, “Of course I do, Himi. You’re perfect.”
“Hmm, am I cute?”
“The cutest in the whole world,” Ochako responded, fondness lacing her tone.
Synopsis: Ochako gets held up with hero work, leaving Himiko to wait alone at their shared apartment. Just how will Himiko spend her time waiting?
Warnings: unedited, pure smut, cunnilingus, 69, biting, face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, masturbation(I think that's it...)
Note-> listened to Picture You by Chappell Roan, and this came to me, idk man. This is pure filthy smut, not kidding
It’s a late Friday night, and Himiko lies bored on her shared bed, yet the person she shares it with is nowhere to be seen. Ochako was out doing Pro-Hero work as Uravity when she got held up at a meeting, leading to Himiko waiting for her lover. Now, since Himiko is an ‘ex-League of Villains’ member, she can’t exactly leave the luxury apartment as she pleases. It's only been a year since she left prison, all thanks to Ochako and her program to assist people with “problematic” quirks. Even after working closely with other Pro-Heroes to fix her image, the public is still wary of her, so she usually doesn’t leave unless it’s with Ochako. Instead, she occupies herself while her girlfriend goes off to save the world, which she usually doesn’t have a problem with.
Himiko spends her days watching movies she’s never seen, cleaning, reading books she’s never even heard of, and so much more; anything she never had the privilege of doing as a villain. And while she would normally pick one of the many things from that list, she has, well, been missing the touch of her girlfriend. With how busy Uravity has been, the times she comes home become later and later. The poor brunette looks so exhausted when she does finally come home. How could Himiko possibly ask her to love her or simply embrace one another? When the girl gets home, she’s barely coherent enough for a quick kiss before she collapses on the bed and is snoring within seconds. Due to this, Ochako had called earlier with the plans of a date night at home, cuddling on the couch, and possibly ravishing her girlfriend. The pro hero spent the day teasing the girl with promises and countdowns of when she’d get off. Positively excited, Himiko spent the day tidying the apartment and making it as romantic as possible. That is, until The Hero Commission demanded Uravity's presence. Not even two hours ago, Ochako had called her to explain how she had to be at this meeting due to its importance. She explained the meeting, but Himiko was too upset to pay much attention.
And well. That brings Himiko to her current problem; horny as fuck and no girlfriend to do something about it. She even wore her new pink set just for her, and yet here she lies. All alone. She craves Ochako’s loving touch so desperately that she knows nothing will compare. Nothing soothes that itch of her girlfriends' rough hands from years of hero work, her strong but delicate fingers that just know where Himiko needs it most, and, oh god, her mouth. That sweet mouth that whispers such loving words to her, the kisses that trail down her neck and chest until her cheeky grin reaches her thighs. Oh, how her fingers trace tiny shapes into her thighs as her tongue peeks out, tracing all the good spots. Licking and kissing and teasing until she reaches that peak.
Himiko shakes her head to clear her thoughts and ultimately decides to wait. She lay pretty in her pink set, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Himiko scrolls mindlessly through her phone. Nearly dozing off due to the late hour, her face knocks into her phone at the same time it vibrates in her hand. Her bleary eyes squint at the screen to notice a text from Ochako. Now wide awake, she clicks it to see a photo captioned with ‘miss you<3’. In the photo, Ochako is posing in front of a mirror, slightly bending forward with her head tilted, showing off the side of her neck that’s not covered by her hero suit. The hero suit that hugs her curves oh so well, the way she’s posing, showing off her thick hips and even thicker thighs. Just one glance at her thighs brings back all the memories of Himiko being stuck in between them, having to apply force to keep them open as she ate her out. Himiko bites her lip at the thought as her eyes trail to Ochako’s pictured face. Her headpiece is gone, letting her short brown hair topple over her cheekbones, which are highlighted by the kissy face she’s making on the phone. Ever the tease, Ochako is also flexing, showing off the thick, muscled arm that Himiko can’t help but bite on. Himiko quickly responds with an ‘I miss you too • 3•’ before clicking back into the photo. The longer she stares, the more her memories start to kick in. The way she’s leaning into the mirror reminds her of the time when she made Ochako stare at herself while she fingered her endlessly from the back. All because Ochako claimed she didn’t look good enough in some dress, Himiko had her panting and moaning, causing the mirror to get all foggy as she brought her to one orgasm after the next.
Himiko, now extremely turned on, rolls onto her back and trails her hand up to her chest. She pictures her girlfriend above her as her hand squeezes down. She pictures Ochako’s cute, round face looking down at her with that smug grin as her hand trails over her stomach and up her shirt. Her hands are trailing higher and higher until the shirt is no longer there. She pictures Ochako leaning down until her soft, pillowy lips make contact with her torso, pressing hard kisses, her leftover lipstick leaving light stains. Working herself up with her thoughts, Himiko can’t take it anymore, and the hand that’s not occupied with her chest trails down. She teases the edge of her underwear in the same way Ochako would. Her dainty fingers trace the edge of the pink lace, imagining Ochako whispering in her ear. Telling her how beautiful she is, how she can’t wait to consume every fiber of her being, how she’s undeniably hers.
A soft gasp rips through Himiko’s throat when her fingers make contact with her underwear. Biting her lip, she spreads her legs further apart as the hand on her chest squeezes harder, her thumb grazing her nipple. Sick of torturing herself, she finally slips her hand into the pink lace, her middle finger dipping to her entrance before gliding back up. Himiko rubs a quick circle into her clit, a moan escaping as she does.
“ah, oh god,” Himiko moans into the empty room as her middle finger enters her pussy. Caught up in the feeling, Himiko rhythmically pumps her finger in and out a few times before forcing a second one in. She immediately gasps out at the slight stretch as her hips jump up, her body searching for more friction.
She continues to work herself to the peak when one particular thrust causes her finger to graze her g-spot, a loud moan ripping through her throat.
“Oh my- fuck-,” she breathes, shoving another finger into herself, “Oh god, please, ‘Chako.” Nearing her climax, Himiko’s hips jerk up in time with her fingers when a loud ‘ahem’ comes from the doorway. Himiko’s eyes immediately shoot open as she yanks her hand away from herself and looks to the door. Standing there was Ochako with the most smug grin etched into her features, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the door frame. She had just gotten home, even if the suit still on her was anything to go by. For a couple of moments, the brunette just stands there, her gaze appreciatively running up and down Himiko’s body that lies flat on the sheets, save for her upper back, which is propped up on her elbows. Her staring felt like it lasted for hours until she broke the silence.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself, hm?” Ochako teased as she strutted over to the bed, her tight muscles being outlined with each step, “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home.” Himiko opens her mouth to respond when Ochako puts a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
“I bet you didn’t even see my text telling you I was coming home, huh?” Ochako, now at the end of the bed, grips the blonde’s ankle before forcing her legs apart, “Needed me that bad, baby?” The condescending tone in her words caused a whimper to come from Himiko as she wiggled her hips.
“‘Chako, please,” Himiko breathed out as she stared into Ochako’s coffee-colored eyes.
“I don’t know, you were putting on quite the show,” the brunette responds as she climbs onto the bed and slots her hips in between Himiko’s. Ochako places one hand next to the blonde’s head while the other grabs ahold of Himiko's hand that was buried in her pussy. While staring at Himiko’s panting, she slowly brings the hand to her face before licking from the bottom of her palm up to the tip of her middle finger before sticking the whole finger into her mouth. Himiko whined out at the erotic display before bucking her hips up.
“Ahh, ‘Chako,” the blonde moans out when her clit meets Ochako’s pelvic bone. Removing the finger from her mouth, Ochako presses her hips deeper into Himiko’s before laying her body over her completely.
“My poor Himi. I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” Himiko pouts her bottom lip and nods in response, “Aw, I’m sorry, baby, lemme make it up to you?”
“Oh god please,” comes Himiko’s fast answer as she bucks her hips once again, the pressure Ochako has placed over her doing nothing but heighten the feeling. Ochako leans down to brush her nose into Himiko’s cheek before slowly pressing a kiss into her jaw. The brunette takes her time pressing soft kisses into the side of Himiko’s face until a whine breaks from the blonde’s throat, and Ochako relents to kiss her on the lips.
The moment their lips brush, all softness disappears. Himiko immediately weaves her fingers into Ochako’s hair, pulling her closer as Ochako tilts her head and cups her cheek. Not even a few seconds into the kiss, Ochako parts her lips to trace her tongue against Himiko’s bottom one, which the blonde immediately replies to. The kiss turns messy when Ochako slides a hand down in between their bodies, her strong fingers rubbing against Himiko’s clit.
“mmh,” Himiko moans into the kiss as she rolls her hips to gain more pressure. Ochako then dips her hand a little deeper to press into the smaller girl under her, causing Himiko to break the kiss to gasp into the room. Expecting her reaction, Ochako simply redirects her mouth to trail kisses down until she’s at the girl's neck. There, she continues to press kiss after kiss when she reaches the juncture of her neck and closes her mouth completely over the pulsing vein. The brunette slightly bites down, causing a high-pitched moan to come from Himiko.
“Ochako, fuck, please.”
“Hm? Please, what, baby?” Ochako mumbles into Himiko's neck before licking up the column of her throat.
Himiko groans out, “Just— more, ah!”
“Mm, more what? Use your words, Himi~”
“God, Ochako! I just ah– need more! Finger, mouth– mmh- anything!” Himiko demands before grabbing her face and smashing their lips together. Ochako chuckles into the kiss as she slides another finger into her pussy to work the girl open. Himiko groans as she grinds on Ochako’s fingers.
“Hah, just like that baby,” Himiko mutters into Ochako’s mouth, her eyes half-lidded. Ochako continues to press open-mouthed kisses on the blonde girl as she slides her thumb up to her clit, rubbing quick tight circles on it. Himiko’s shoulders lift off the bed as a gasp racks her body.
“Come on, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers and I’ll give you my mouth,” Ochako teases as her hand speeds up.
“Ah, ah I’m, oh god, I’m almost there,” Himiko gasps out, “lemme see you, please? Take the, ah, suit off.”
“Cum for me then I’ll think about it.”
Himiko groans in response when it gets cut off by a high-pitched moan. She abruptly wraps her arms completely around Ochako’s back, molding their bodies together. Ochako’s middle finger rubs against the other girl's G-spot, causing a slight scream to rip through Himiko’s body,y followed by a shudder.
“Ahh, ‘Chako, I’m cumming!” the girl gasps out.
“Shh, I got you. Just let it out, baby,” Ochako whispers into Himiko’s ear as her fingers slow down to gently work her through her orgasm. Once the blonde relaxes, Ochako gently pulls her fingers out, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. The two girls lay in each other's embrace as Himiko’s breath evened out, pressing their lips together in soft, gentle kisses. Himiko’s hands grab onto Ochako’s waist, rubbing up her back before gripping the zipper at the base of her neck and pulling. She unzips the suit all the way down to the top of Ochako’s ass before slowly peeling it off her body as they lazily make out. Ochako sits up to pull the rest of her suit off, her black bra and underwear coming into view.
“Take yours off too,” Ochako demands as she unclips her bra and slides her underwear down her thick thighs. Himiko quickly pulls the pink baby doll top along with the matching bra off, leaving the two girls naked. Himiko wraps a leg around Ochako’s waist, her hand grabbing her arm, before pulling the brunette down and flipping the two of them over. Now on top, Himiko immediately starts placing kisses down Ochako’s chest as her hands wander to every part of her skin she can reach. Ochako’s chest starts to rise and fall rapidly as Himiko makes her way down the girl’s stomach. Not letting her get much farther, Ochako grabs her by the arm, pulling her back up to her face.
“Sit on my face.”
Himiko turns bright red in response before stuttering over her words, “I, uh, what? I thought- well, I came. So, you know…”
“I could give less of a shit, Himiko. Turn around,” without waiting for a response, Ochako bucks her hips up hard, making Himiko lose balance and fall forward. She grabs the other girl by the hips and effortlessly lifts her to her face. Before she can even realize it, Himiko is hovering over Ochako’s face, blown-out brown eyes staring back up at her.
“Oh my god, you’re so hot,” Himiko breathes, “Wait, I wanna eat you out too. Lemme just—” She lifts herself a little higher before turning so her ass is in Ochako’s face. The blonde hikes the other girl's knees up and apart to then lean down and lick a quick stripe down Ochako’s pussy.
“Ah! Himi!” Ochako moans before gripping harder onto the other girl's waist and yanking her down onto her face. The two girls eat at each other as if they were the other's last meal, the only noise coming from the room being muffled moans and wet smacking. Eventually their rhythm matches until their simultaneously rocking into the other.
Himiko latches onto Ochako’s clit giving it a hard suck causing the latter to moan loudly into Himiko. The vibration itself caused Himiko to grind down harder onto Ochako’s mouth when the girl stuck her tongue into her. Himiko separates from Ochako to moan out before looking back at the girl.
“Ahh, Ochako, please!” Himiko begs as she braces a hand on Ochako’s knee to rock back and forth on her mouth. Her other hand slithers down until two fingers are plunging deep into Ochak,o earning a high-pitched moan from her. Ochako slurps at Himiko’s pussy as the latter keeps a steady rhythm when both of their orgasms rip through their bodies unexpectedly. Both girls moan out as they aid the other in riding it out. Himiko then leans back down to clean Ochako with her mouth as the brunette does the same. They each slowly and softly lick at each other until the stimulation becomes too much, and Ochako grabs Himiko by the hair to pull her off.
Ahh, Himi, that's enough,” Himiko whines at the tug before lifting off of Ochako completely to cuddle into her side instead. Once the blonde settles, Ochako tucks a finger under her chin to lift it and connect their lips. Their lips slowly lock as they cradle each other’s faces, tasting themselves on their partner. They lovingly make out for a few minutes before separating. Himiko tucks her face into the crook of Ochako’s neck, placing kisses into it as her hand slowly starts to slide down the girl's body.
“Himi, what are you doing?” Ochako questions as she grabs onto Himiko’s wrist. The blonde flicks her hand off her wrist before traveling down to grab a handful of Ochako’s ass.
“Lemme eat you out again?”
“Himi, I’m tired. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m satisfied,d baby,” Ochako responds, placing a kiss on Himiko’s forehead. The girl sits up with a pout on her face.
“But I barely enjoyed it,” Himiko whined, “I’ll be gentle, and I know you barely enjoyed it too.”
Ochako sighed and bit her lip, thinking about it. She looks up at Himiko to already see her golden eyes pleading with her. Ochako grumbles something out before grabbing Himiko by the neck and smashing their lips together.
“Fine, go ahead, baby,” Ocahlob mutters into Himiko’s mouth. Excited, but the prospect of Himiko squeals before wiggling down the bed until she is face to face with Ochako’s crotch. The girl immediately slides two hands under to grip the girl's ass and lifts her before attaching herself to Ochako.
“Ahh, Himi. That’s good, right there, baby,” Lachko whispers into the air, her hand coming down to grip Himiko’s hair. She slowly rocks her hips up in time with Himiko’s ministrations as the girl sucks and licks enjoying her time.
“You think you can turn around?” Himiko mibles into Ochako’s pussy. Without response, Ochako tugs at Himiko’s hair to pull her off before turning, tucking her legs under her, and leaving on her forearms. Himiko licks her lips at the sight of Ochako’s plump ass before biting hard into the fat.
“Ahh, Himiko! That’ll bruise,” Ochako whined as she felt the girl's fangs pierce, drawing a bit of blood. Himiko licks at the spot in apology before diving back into eating Ochako out. She spread the girl's cheeks before licking from her clit to her entrance driving a moan from Ochako’s mouth. Himiko shoves her tongue into her, bringing her finger down to rub at Ochako’s clit when the pro hero moans loudly as she cums against Himiko’s face. The blonde slurps up all Ochako has to offer before placing a kiss on the bite of her ass cheek and settling Ochako’s hips down.
Ochako rolls onto her back as Himiko crawls back up to play a quick kiss to her lips. The girls pull back and simply stare at each other as they take in their lover's beauty. Brown eyes meet yellow ones as they stare into the other's soul. Words don’t need to be exchanged for one to know what the other is thinking.
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Hey guys! I've been gone for a bit, but I have been really active on Twitter and A03. I'm actually writing a multichapter fic rn on A03 titled "Not Even Death Can Keep Us Apart". I also have a few other fics in the making (I'm writing a bunch at once and editing so they'll come out one by one) heres the link for the fic (its bkdk) and here's the link for my twitter if you want to follow (I'm pretty active here)
Synopsis: Cutesy little oneshot for Bakugo’s birthday!
Warnings: Kissing, hints of past sex and future? sex, mainly just cute bkdk
w/c-> 1.5k
note-> ahh happy 26th birthday Bakugo Katsuki!!! Almost did not get this out in time😖I’ve been so busy lately but I wanted to get something out for his birthday, soo here it is! Also happy easter and 4/20 for those who celebrate!!
Izuku smiles softly, propping his head up on his bent arm staring at a sleeping Katsuki before reaching a hand out to brush a lock of hair covering his eye. At the slight touch Katsuki squints to then let a huff of air out and settle deeper into the bed.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, dragging out the last vowel, “Kacchan, wake up.”
Izuku crowds into his space to kiss his cheek making Katsuki slightly open one one before closing it again and swatting at Izuku causing him to let out a slight giggle.
“You kept me up all night with your insatiable self,” Katsuki grumbled, “let me sleep, nerd.”
“But, Kacchan!” Izuku whined, sitting up as he did so, “It's your birthday, Kacchan, I have a whole day planned!”
A loud groan came from Katsuki’s lips before he rolled onto his back all with his eyes closed. Izuku saw it as an opportunity to plant himself halfway on top of the blonde, placing another kiss onto his jaw. One of Katsuki’s arms came to drag lazily up and down Izuku’s back.
“I left the whole morning to ourselves,” another kiss, “We can spend it however you like,” a kiss on the side of his neck, “Spend the morning building an appetite,” a kiss to his bare chest, “You can let me take you to that spicy ramen place you like.”
Finally opening his eyes, Katsuki comes face to face with green curls being haloed in the sunlight, Izuku grinning up at him before placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and raising a singular brow at him. Katsuki huffs out a laugh before cupping the back of Izuku’s neck and properly connecting their lips.
The kiss starts off slow and soft—gentle pecks being passed back and forth— as they softly caress one another. Izuku tilts his head, deepening the kiss causing Katsuki to let out a small groan prompting Izuku to invade his mouth with his tongue. The gentle kiss transformed into something more passionate, messy—hands gripping versus tracing. Katsuki flips their positions crowding over Izuku, caging him in his arms, the sheets tangling in their legs as gasps of air escape in between each wet smack of lips. Katsuki breaks the kiss, staring down at a flushed Izuku with a content smile gracing his features. Reaching up, Izuku cups Katsukis cheek before giving him a wide grin in return.
“Happy birthday, Kacchan,” is whispered in the air between.
“Mmh, thanks, nerd,” is whispered back as Katsuki places a kiss on Izuku’s nose.
He stares a bit more at his freckled cheeks before placing a kiss to either side until he’s peppering kisses all across his face and neck causing Izuku to burst into giggles.
“It’s your birthday, not mine,” Izuku giggles, “Let me lavish you in kisses, Kacchan!”
“I do what I want, it’s my birthday,” is mumbled against Izuku’s neck.
“You do what you want everyday, Kacchan.”
“Mmh, all the more reason to let me today,” Katsuki hummed, “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?” He buried his face into Izuku’s neck, peppering it with kisses that made the latter giggle.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whined, “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Yeah, got the rings to prove it, dumbass,” Katsuki responded as he simply laid his head on Izuku’s chest.
Comfortable silence filled the room as Izuku raked his fingers through Katsuki’s hair. The two basked in their rare day off by holding one another until Katsuki broke the silence.
“You do know I love you right? I know I don’t say it much but I do.”
Izuku could feel his eyes filling with tears, “You do say it a ton, Kacchan!”
A laugh, “You don’t gotta lie—“
“No!” Izuku pushed Katsuki by the shoulders so the two of them were sitting up now, “You say it in how you care, Kacchan! You cook for me, clean up behind me, do my tie every morning, pack me bentos for work! Even drop it off when I forget them at home! Kacchan is an amazing husband who showers me in love everyday! Even when you’re overseas for a mission you fill the fridge with meals so I can eat! You mmph—“
Katsuki cuts off Izuku’s rambling by grabbing him by the neck and pulling him until their lips crash in a messy kiss. Katsuki crowds into his space until he’s seated onto his lap, his hand buried deep in green curls. A gasp tears its way through Izuku’s throat at Katsuki’s aggressive advances before meeting it with just as much vigor. Izuku’s hands trail down Katsuki’s sides to settle on his hips, slightly squeezing in appreciation.
“Mm, you know you talk too much,” Katsuki murmurs against Izuku's mouth.
“Can’t help it when it comes to my favorite thing, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers back, eyes half lidded, “Especially on his birthday.”
“God, you make me insane,” rushed out of Katsuki’s lips before colliding once more against Izuku’s.
The force of the kiss causes Izuku’s upper body to collapse onto the bed, a laugh being forced out at the impact.
“Stop laughing and kiss me dammit,” Katsuki grunts out.
“Mmh,” kiss, “I’m,” kiss, “sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku mutters back in between each kiss Katsuki plants on his lips, “But,” Izuku slightly pushes Katsuki causing him to groan, “We have to get ready, like I said we have a day planned,” he concluded with a boop onto Katsuki’s nose.
The blonde wrinkled his nose before flopping off Izuku and onto the bed all while muttering complaints and curses under his breath.
“Don’t be so pouty—“
“I don’t pout!” Katsuki interrupts.
“Yeah, yeah, stop pouting and I can give you one of your gifts in the shower,” Izuku teases as he stands and makes his way to the bathroom.
Katsuki watches him walk trying—and failing— to seem nonchalant before giving up and scrambling after his husband.
****
After a long shower and an even longer day filled with food and various attractions the sun was beginning to leave the sky. The sun's departure left the sky being painted in pinks and oranges as the pair walked hand in hand in a field—the car filled with gifts parked in a far off corner.
“Don’t you think you’ve spoiled me enough today? Where are we headed now?” Katsuki prompted.
“Patience, Kacchan, we’re almost there,” Izuku cheeked, moving his hand to wrap around Katsuki’s arm, squeezing it close to his chest.
Katsuki scoffed attempting to appear annoyed but the soft look in his eyes said otherwise as he stared down at Izuku. They walked for a bit longer before Izuku stopped them, turning towards Katsuki and wrapping his arms around his waist.
“I know we’ve been together for a few of your birthdays now but each year I can’t help but be so unbelievably happy that you choose to spend it with me. To spend each year with me,” Izuku spoke softly, looking off to the side, his cheeks tinged with pink.
Katsuki cups Izuku’s face, turning it towards him so they’re making eye contact, “There’s no one else I’d rather spend it with. I should be grateful that you allow me to be selfish and keep you even after all I’ve done to you, Izuku.”
They stare at one another with soft looks in each of their eyes before leaning in to join in a soft, love filled kiss. Izuku then grabs Katsuki by the hand and pulls him hard as he runs, causing the blonde to stumble after him. Laughs are exchanged as they reach the end of the clearing and Izuku puts his hand on his shoulders to push him down onto the floor before sitting down right next to him.
“Izuku, is this…” Katsuki trails off staring over the clearing to one lone river reflecting the moonlight.
“Hmm, it is,” Izuku hums back.
“It’s our river,” Katsuki breathes out, “You brought me this far out into the countryside?”
“Well, your mom demanded we end at hers for cake tonight so I thought this would be a nice way to end,” Izuku shyly explained, rubbing the back of his head.
At that, Katsuki looks over at Izuku noticing how his green curls look almost black in the moonlight as he rambles on about cake and the river and some surprise when Katsuki puts his hand on Izuku’s cheek pausing his muttering.
“Thank you,” he whispers, tears—even though he’ll deny it— filling his waterline.
“The best is yet to come,” Izuku whispers back just as a loud boom sounds in the sky.
Katsuki’s head whips forward, skin prickling in high alert when another boom rings in his ears. The once dark sky is now being lit up by various orange and green fireworks. The colors intertwine and fight to sit in the sky longer as Katsuki’s mouth drops in awe. A look of childlike happiness graces his features as he watches the colors dance around each other before looking at Izuku who is simply staring back at the blonde.
“You like?” Izuku asks softly.
“It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful,” Katsuki grabs Izuku’s face and plants a wet kiss into his lips, “Thank you.”
“Mmh, happy 26th birthday, Kacchan.”
note-> hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing this! I will start working on that multi-chapter fic at some point when I find the time lol. Also have a tgck fic that needs some editing that I’m posting soon, maybe a krbk…?
the people have spoken for bkdk!! the ideas are already in the works. so far in my head a pixie hollow au is winning ahhh.
i have two oneshots i'm working on right now and when i finish those, i'll start working on chapter one of the bkdk which will most likely be posted to my ao3 account.
my user is the same as here (starlitbun) or i also have it linked on my pinned post. I will make a post here as well when the first chapter gets published
Summary: Himiko, a die-hard fan of UA's pro-volleyball team, never misses a single game to see their team captain play. Ochako is a dedicated volleyball player who takes pride in her team and her title as captain. What happens when Ochako starts to take notice of a certain blonde who never misses a game and just so happens to stumble into her tattoo shop?
w/c-> 8.4k
Disclaimers: pro volleyball player!ochako, tattoo artist!Himiko, suggestive themes at the end, Ochako being dumb, the author knowing nothing about tattoos, not rly smut but gets close to it(lime, for my citrus scale lovers), touching, making out, clothes do come off, miscommunication, happy ending I promise, hints at Ochako never being with a girl before, sick of her shit!Toga, the both of them are down bad but refuse to see it
note-> the long awaited fic is here! it took FOREVER to edit omg. it was originally like 3-4k but i hated it T-T anyways hope you enjoy!!
The sound of the ball smacking against her hand rings through the arena as the score reads 23-24. Ochako takes a deep breath before tossing the volleyball into the air before jumping, making contact with the ball at her highest point in a perfect float serve. The ball floats over the net before quickly descending within the 10-foot line. The opposing team’s captain screams with the crowd as one player jumps forward barely making it in time to bump the ball high enough for their setter.
Fully believing that would be the game point, Ochako grumbles profanities under her breath, wiping the sweat on her palms off her number 1 jersey before making eye contact with her setter, Yaoyorozu. The ball flies right back over as Ochako positions herself mouthing “no bump”.
Yaoyorozu nods before yelling, “Mine!”
She lifts her hands in the air, jumping slightly, setting the ball perfectly to the far right corner. She lands, her black ponytail fluttering down as she watches her captain sprint from the side of the court.
Ochako jumps perfectly before cranking her arm back and smacking the ball with all the strength left in her sending it straight to the floor, all while feeling a certain someone’s eyes stuck to her like glue. One fan with bright blonde hair showed up to every game without fail, yet only ever stared at her. –
And Ochako knew it. Felt it.
The heat of her gaze as it followed her across the court.
Like a snake drawn to its prey.
And in every game, she was almost impossible to ignore. –
Not expecting an immediate spike, the opposing team was too late to receive, a loud smack resonating in the gym as the ball made contact with the floor. Ochako lands just after the ball does, her brown bob tickling the back of her neck. Her thighs burn and her ears are ringing from the adrenaline when the entire gym starts screaming and cheering. She turns her sharp gaze towards the crowd searching for the blond while resting her hands on her knees.
Hunched over her knees she sees her.
Sharp yellow eyes meeting brown ones. Nothing but pure adoration shining in them– A shock of electricity ran down her spine, nearly knocking the wind out of her. The whole room seems to fade in the background as the two girls stare from across the gym–
Breaking the fleeting moment, her entire team launches at her as they tumble to the ground. The Pro UA volleyball team celebrates with hugs and cheers as their fans jump up and down cheering them on. One fan’s gaze never left Ocako’s figure, burning holes into her skin that Ochako couldn’t help but search for.
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“Dabi! Did you see that? That kill!” Himiko shouts directly into Dabi’s ear as she fangirls over her favorite pro volleyball player, “And I kid you not we made eye contact!”
“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me deaf, of course, I saw I was here,” Dabi deadpans, shaking his head causing his messy white hair to be even messier as they start going down the stairs to get to the exit.
“God, isn’t she just amazing? I mean that quick thinking and to be able to move that fast?” Toga sighs out before dramatically fanning herself, “Look at her thighs. I would kill to just bite one. You think she’d let me if I ask nicely?”
Dabi rolls his eyes in response holding the door to the gym open for Himiko as the girl practically vibrates in excitement.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Lemme smoke this before we head back.” Dabi grumbles pulling out a cigarette and a lighter while leaning against the brick wall off to the side.
Toga sighs leaning against the wall and watching as the crowd slowly trails out of the gym some eyeing them, others paying the pair no mind. Just as the last few trickle out of the gym Himiko stretches her arms out and turns to Dabi to see him inhaling the last few puffs.
Then the doors slam open and Ochako walks out with the biggest grin on her face.
Himiko’s chest tightens, her heart skipping a beat.
Ochako looks over, her eyes immediately finding Himiko’s. The blonde holds her breath when it happens.
When the Ochako Uraraka’s gaze slowly looked her up and down. Not in disgust like she was used to. Oh no. She looked at her with curiosity. With want. With need.
And just as fast as it happened it stopped. She kept walking with her team and Himiko stayed behind, breathless.
The next time Himiko sees Ochako is at yet another game. Not an official one. One for charity done in a small crappy gym that can house half of the normal game attendees. And of course, Himiko had a seat.
She stared as Ochako claimed the court. Running, commanding, leading. Spike after spike. Score after score, she still held a bright grin. One that screamed in happiness. One that Himiko wished she could be the reason for.
Then it happened again.
The eye contact.
Just as fleeting as before. Quick, but oh so powerful.
The gaze could’ve been nothing to most, but to Himiko it was everything. It was acknowledgment. That one glance held so much behind it that Himiko could feel it throughout every fiber of her being. Her brown eyes were sharp. Strong. Almost as if they were calling her. Daring her to try. Himiko’s gaze trailed over Ochako like the sweat drop that started at her jawline, sliding down her neck til it dripped under her tight sports bra, right where her boobs met in the middle.
Himiko forced herself out of her thoughts, her thighs clenching as heat pooled in her stomach and flooded her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward to focus on the game to see that it had ended. Sitting up straighter, Himiko’s eyes darted to the score, 25-20, and the girls jumped in excitement. Looking over each of the girls, their happiness became infectious, Himiko smiling in turn when her eyes went back to Ochako.
Who was already looking at her with a tiny, barely there smirk. Her eyes holding so much– it caused Himiko’s entire body to shiver and burst with goosebumps. Almost as if Ochako knew the effect she had, her eyes narrowed before she broke eye contact leaving Himiko to feel breathless yet again.
Feeling disoriented Himiko stopped by the bathroom before heading out. She splashed her face with cold water grabbing a napkin to pat it dry. As she turned to walk out she noticed Ochako walking in and stopping to simply look at Himiko.
“You know you stare a lot?” Ochako broke the silence, crossing her arms over her chest.
Himiko’s face burned as her mouth opened and closed trying to come up with a subtle excuse.
“It's okay, cutie. I like it. No harm done,” came Ochako’s smooth voice as she took a step closer.
Himiko stuttered out a response, “I, um, just really like you. As a player of course! You’re just so interesting to watch…”
“Ah, well, thank you! I love meeting fans, what’s your name?”
Red as ever, Himiko speaks, “Uh Himiko.”
Ochako gives a kind smile, reaching out to twirl a piece of blonde hair sticking out of Himiko’s bun, “Beautiful name, Himi. Can I call you that?”
“You can call me whatever you want,” comes Himiko’s breathless reply.
Ochako full-on laughs, “You’re pretty cute, Himi.” Before Himiko can even process the words out of her mouth, Ochako’s name is called.
“Ah, looks like I gotta go! But I hope I see you around much more often, okay Himi?” Ochako lets out as she walks out, casually waving a hand, not waiting for Himiko’s response.
Himiko stands there for a few minutes simply processing the entire exchange. She lifts a hand and pinches her cheek hard winching slightly at the pain.
Nope, not a dream. She thought. Very real, oh my God.
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“And then she called me cute!” Himiko rants to an uninterested Shigaraki, explaining her encounter with Ochako for the third time. Dabi chooses then to walk over flicking Himiko in the forehead.
“Say her name or anything volleyball related for the rest of the day and I will peel your damn skin off, Toga.
Himiko rubbed the sore spot on her forehead with a pout before sticking her tongue out at the two boys. With a playful huff, she made her way over to her tattoo station. The three of them had started their small tattoo shop back when Himiko was in high school, and the other two were barely working under other artists. As a few years passed they had gained a solid reputation. The shop was compact but well-established, featuring two open tattoo stations—one for her and one for Dabi. A single private room in the back was reserved for tattoos placed in more intimate areas. Shigaraki, on the other hand, refused to touch a tattoo gun and instead focused exclusively on piercings. While Himiko and Dabi also handled piercings, she only did so when necessary, as her true passion lay in the intricate artistry of tattooing.
Shigaraki mostly stationed himself at the reception desk, a glass display case filled with various jewelry pieces, while the other two worked at their own pace. The shop's aesthetic was a moody mix of blacks and purples, except for one stark white wall covered in tattoo sketches and photos of past work. Dabi, ever in sync with the shop’s dark theme, was almost always dressed in black. Meanwhile, Himiko, with her frilly skirts and pastel tones, stood out like a sore thumb. Shigaraki, as usual, looked like he had just rolled out of a dumpster—but that was nothing new.
“Nobody is even here,” Himiko whines as she pulls out her sketchbook drawing sparrows, “You guys are the absolute worst.”
Shigaraki grunts while Dabi responds, “You can have the next customer if it keeps you from speaking.”
The bell above the glass door rings out, signaling a new customer. Himiko continues to sketch, expecting Shigaraki to tend to the stranger until the stranger opens her mouth.
“Hi, um I was looking to get a small tattoo and heard this is the best place in the area! Do you guys possibly do walk-ins?” a familiar honeyed voice carried through the shop causing Himiko's head to snap up. No way that the Ochako Uraraka just walked into this shop like it was nothing.
The next thing Himiko thinks is how gorgeously attractive Ochako looks in casual clothing. The brunette is wearing baggy low-rise jeans with bleached butterflies plastered all over the pants paired with a tight white sleeveless crop top. She’s attempting to cover herself with a pink button down but all it’s covering are her forearms as it’s draped off her shoulders revealing her muscled back. In summary, Himiko thinks she’s going to die if she stares at Ochako’s casual fit any longer.
“Uh yeah, whatever. Not like we got people lining up outside,” responded Shigaraki, “Toga will sketch what you want. Toga! Get over here!”
Himiko scrambles up out of her chair and walks over, still a little dazed. Upon hearing footsteps behind her Ochako turns making eye contact with the blonde girl.
“Ah, Himi! It’s you! I didn’t know you did tattoos,” exclaimed Ochako with a bright grin on her face, looking the girl up and down. Himiko’s entire face tinged with pink smiles back, awkwardly rubbing her arm.
“Um yeah, yes I do! What did you, uh, want Uraraka-san?” Himiko replies, stumbling over a few words.
Ochako’s face scrunches up, “Himi! Don’t call me by my last name. I figured after our interaction and your hardcore staring, you would refer to me as Ochako, no?” Her sentence trails off as she leans back against the counter tilting her head to the side.
Her eyes are intense as she stares back. Himiko nods a shy smile gracing her features as she gestures to her station to direct the brunette over. Ochako follows plopping down on the bench leaning her elbows on her thighs to place her chin in her hands. Himiko in turn sits at her chair turning to a new page in her book. In her element, she brings a pen to the paper before speaking,
“What did you have in…mind…?” Himiko trails off as she looks up to see Ochako’s face a mere inches away from hers, her brown eyes shining as if the stars were in them. Ochako leans even closer, her gaze playfully flickering down.
“A volleyball.”
“A- what?”
“I want a volleyball with my number somehow incorporated, can you do that?” Ochako repeats, smiling cheekily at Himiko. The blonde sharply nods before tucking her head down and drawing. A few minutes pass of Himiko drawing and Ochako swinging her legs as she patiently waits until the blonde taps her knee to get her attention. Ochako looks down at the tap to see Himiko holding the sketch pad towards her. The sketch depicted a simple yet intricately detailed volleyball with careful shading to convey its resting position on the gym floor. The letters "UA" in a graceful script were inscribed on the ball, with "#1" positioned just beneath it to the left. Ochako gazed at the drawing in awe before meeting Himiko's eyes.
“I love it! You are so talented!” she exclaimed leaning in even closer.
“It’s just a ball…” Himiko trails off her face a little pink at the compliment. Ochako gasps, grabbing Himiko’s hand and pulling it towards her.
Himiko, still slightly dazed, mutters, “Where do you want it?”
“My hip.”
Himiko gulps, clearing her throat and blinking a few times before speaking, “W-where?”
“My left hip. Like right above my panty line, you know?” Ochako smiles, slightly looking Himiko down. Himiko takes a deep breath, slightly nodding and humming. She turns back to the stand next to her to put the drawing on transfer paper and prepare the ink and gun.
“Okay, um, can you unbutton your pants so I, uh, can place it and you tell me if you like the position?” Himiko asks.
“How about you ask me with more confidence this time, cutie?” Ochako grins.
In turn, Himiko’s jaw drops as her cheeks slowly warm up. Her mouth opens and closes a few times looking for a response and Ochako’s grin only widens.
“Ah, don't stress about it. I’ll do what you ask!”
Ochako leaned down and shimmed her pants a little lower on her hips. She smiles and tucks her hands under her hand. The two make eye contact, the air between them turning into static. Himiko notices Ochako’s gaze dipping down just before she closes her eyes and leans her head completely on her arms as if nothing happened.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, Himiko leans over her to place the paper on her lower stomach, moving the flap of her jeans over causing the top of Ochako’s underwear to come into view. Himiko’s eyes shift over catching a glimpse of the white lace before completely snapping her head upwards.
“You can look in the um mirror. If you like it or not,” Himiko stutters out, her face bright red. At the prompt, Ochako gets up to stand in front of the body-length mirror, the motion causing her pants to sag a tiny bit more. Himiko looks over and catches yet another glimpse of the lacy trim of Ochako’s white underwear, in the back this time.
“Mmm, I like it, what do you think, Himi?” Ochako turns showing off the placement, “Does it look good on me?”
Himiko, practically stuck in a trance simply nods muttering out a quiet “I like it” before abruptly standing.
“I’ll be right back!” Himiko exclaims and heads to the back of the shop where she finds Dabi chilling on a black sofa scrolling on his phone. She walks right past him and to a body-length mirror before slapping her cheeks aggressively.
“Himiko, be professional! She is just a customer!” the girl whisper-yelled to herself as she continuously slapped herself.
Dabi chuckles at the girls' antics before muttering, “You good?”
“No I am not good,” the blonde complains while dramatically fanning herself, “I’m going to die out there.”
“I’m not helping you,” he deadpans, waving his hand dismissively. Himiko huffs muttering “Didn’t ask you to”, then turns to walk back out to the main section of the shop. Walking out she notices how Ochako is practically draped over the bench, her shirt raised revealing her muscled abdomen and her pants still lowered. One arm was tucked under her head, the muscles pulled taut as she scrolled on her phone with the other.
“Hey, sorry I’m back,” the blonde speaks up after shamelessly eyeing her, Ochako simply smiling in return. Himiko gathers herself and sits in her chair to pull gloves on and starts the tattoo. She places her hand on Ochako’s stomach feeling the sharp intake of breath before she places the gun to her skin and gets to work.
“So, what made you get into tattooing?” questioned Ochako looking to break the silence.
“I uh started in high school. I wasn’t exactly popular so I kept to myself drawing different things, giving myself stick and pokes until I started doing it to others in a park near the school where I eventually met those two,” the blonde explains with no filter, “A lot of people thought I was weird for being so hell-bent on the stick and pokes but I don’t know there was something so intimate and delicate about it, that I couldn't help but to crave the meticulousness.” Her voice slowly dindles as if she’s ashamed before quickly brightening. “Dabi and Shiggy were the only people who liked me for me and encouraged my passion until Dabi suggested we open a shop and here I am.”
Ochako hums in thought as the two sit in silence for a few seconds until Ochako speaks up, “Well, I think that it's admirable that you continued to push for your passion even if you felt alone in it all at one point.”
Himiko slightly looks up when she finishes speaking, “I’ve never really thought about it like that…”
“Ah, well maybe you should start,” the brunette shrugs, “Be proud of who you are, Himi.”
The silence carries on for a few more minutes as Himiko touches up the tattoo before she declares that it’s finished. She wipes off any extra residue and places a clear film over it for protection before yanking her gloves off. Ochako stands and walks over to the mirror again to marvel at the new ink on her body.
“I love it. You really are talented, Himi,” Ochako looks at the blonde through the mirror. She walks back over to the other girl's station. Ochako places her hand on Himiko’s arm, her thumb rubbing up and down in thanks, causing the blonde to flinch and spill black ink all over her tray.
“Omg, the ink- oh uh thank you! It probably looks great because it’s on you. Not to say I can’t tattoo other people! It just looks great on you!” Himiko spits out, causing Ochako to let out a little giggle.
“You’re cute when you get all flustered; there's no need to stress it, Himi,” the girl responds, not allowing Himiko a second to process before speaking again. “How much do I owe you for it?”
“It’s on the house!”
“What? No, lemme pay you!”
“No, no! I’m serious! I’m such a huge fan it was an honor to even tattoo you.”
Ochako hummed and looked around before grasping the pen off Himiko’s sketchbook and writing right under the drawing of the volleyball.
“There. My number. Text me when you want to come to a game and I’ll get you in for free. As payback,” Ochako announced.
Himiko’s mouth dropped open, “What? You-what?”
“My number, Himi. Call it, come see me play,” Ochako smirked, “Or ya know. Just call it and come see me off the court.” Ochako winks at the flustered blonde.
“Maybe I’ll come see you before then. Now that we have a break before finals, I might even get my tongue pierced—like yours. It’s hot.”
Once again, Ochako’s words send a surge of heat through Himiko’s body. The blonde slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in shock. Meanwhile, Ochako just laughs, turning to leave the tattoo shop. But before stepping out, she throws a playful wave and a teasing wink over her shoulder, leaving Himiko utterly stunned.
“Oh, god I’m going to be sick.”
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A few days passed and now Himiko lies in her bed staring at the piece of paper with Ochako’s number still scrawled on it.
“Should I text her? Was she even serious or was it like fan work?” questions like these and more flooded the girl's thoughts as she bit the skin around her nails raw. Ultimately deciding to send a message the blonde's fingers type rapidly across the screen with a simple “hey”.
Ochako: thought you’d never text me…were you gathering up the courage;)
Himiko: …what, no. I was just busy.
Ochako: mhm, sureee
Himiko’s face flushes at the girl's response and over the fact that she’s texting the star of her wet dreams and quickly types out.
Himiko: I WAS!
Ochako: Okay pretty girl wtv you want to say.
Himiko: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!!!
Ochako: I didn’t. I typed it.
At this point, Himiko’s entire face is hot to the touch. She grabs the frilly pillow tucked under her arm immediately smushing her face against it and screaming. The girl kicks her feet against the mattress when her phone pings again.
Ochako: anyways now that you finally texted and before you run off again…
Ochako: wanna meet up? \(^o^)/
Trying to keep any ounce of chill left in her body Himiko responds with,
Himiko: Oh, sure with the team?
Ochako: no, silly. Just us ;)
Just them? Just them as in just her and Ochako? Himiko’s mouth falls open in shock before promptly rolling over to shove her face into the mess the blankets screaming and flailing around.
Himiko: OH of course! Let's meet for sure!
Ochako: It's cute how you try to act like you’re not excited.
Ochako: Let me know when you’re available and I’ll clear my schedule (*^w^*)
“Oh God, this girl is going to be the death of me,” Himiko mutters sliding her hands into her hair and tugging slightly on the strands.
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A week goes by of the two girls non-stop texting and Ochako randomly showing up at the tattoo shop before any solid plans of meeting up happen, which is prompted by Ochako herself.
On a random day when Ochako not surprisingly shows up at the shop that has since bloomed in business as more people saw the famous volleyball player frequently enter, Ochako plops herself directly in front of Himiko who is on break. At the noise of her body weight plopping on the leather chair, Himiko looks up from her phone her eyes meeting brown ones as a small smile graces her features.
“Take the rest of the day off,” leaves Ochakos mouth after the two stared at one another for a bit. Himiko slightly chokes on her food, slamming her hand into a chest a few times before looking back at the girl.
“Wha…”
“You heard me, take the rest off. We are going out right now.”
Himiko looked around the shop and then back at Ochako who was now leaning with her chin in her hands and the cheekiest grin plastered across her face.
Himiko swallowed the rest of the rice in her mouth, “Um... I’m not sure I could just leave, ‘Chako-chan–”
“I already talked to Dabi, you’re good,” Ochako swiftly cuts her off, her grin growing, “Plus it seems if I didn’t do this, you would have never told me when you were available.”
Ochako’s left eyebrow raises as Himiko’s face flushes and she diverts her attention towards Dabi in the corner of the shop who shoots her a not-so-subtle wink. She takes a deep breath before looking back at the girl in front of her and smiling.
“Okay, fine you got me. What’d you have in mind?”
“Follow me and you’ll find out,” comes Ochako’s reply as she stands and grips Himiko’s wrist pulling her out of the shop.
Not even five minutes later Himiko finds herself inside Ochako’s yellow Chrysler Coupe, the roof down causing the wind to blow Himiko’s bangs off her forehead as they drive along the near-empty road. ‘I’ll Call You Mine’ by girl in red played softly from the speakers as Ochako quietly hummed along.
Within the peace of the car, Himiko sneaks a glance over at Ochako taking note of how the late afternoon sun reflects in her eyes making them appear almost hazel rather than brown. Her hair flowed in the wind, two strawberry clips in one side of her hair revealing her soft jawline. Her skin is tanner during the off-season, Himiko notices, the sun making her tan skin look honey-like.
“Where are we going ‘Chako-chan?”
Ochako takes her eyes off the road for a split second to throw a glance toward the blonde, “You’ll find out when we get there.”
“Well, are we almost there?” Himiko huffs crossing her arms.
Ochako pointedly ignores the girl so Himiko opts to pout and sit in silence when Ochako breaks it a few minutes later.
“We just got here miss impatient.”
Himiko sits up excitedly, her gaze darting around to notice they are in a random field. Ochako climbs out of the car her strawberry-printed sundress flowing in the wind before reaching into the backseat and pulling out a basket and a blanket. Ochako starts walking to the front of the car before turning and raising an eyebrow at Himiko.
“Are you coming or do I have to carry you out of the car too?”
“No, No! I’m coming!” flushed pink, Himiko scrambles out of the car brushing off her black skirt and pulling her oversized bomber jacket over her green shirt.
Walking up beside Ochako, Himiko takes a moment to take in her surroundings. The car sits parked at the edge of a gently sloping hill, its grass a vivid shade of green. A sea of wildflowers blankets the hillside, their brilliant hues shimmering under the sun as if glowing beneath its intense light. A small patch of untouched grass rests alone at the very top, where the flowers thin out, swaying softly in the breeze—a quiet contrast to the vibrant bloom below.
“‘Chako-chan, this is…beautiful,” Himiko breathed out.
Ochako softly smiled at Himiko, “Yeah? You like it?”
“I love it…”
“Well then let's hurry up and get to the top,” Ochako giggles, grabs onto Himiko’s wrist, and starts running. Himiko lets out a loud laugh as she stumbles for the first few seconds before catching up and running alongside Ochako. The two girls laugh and giggle as they run up the hill, the flowers kiss at their ankles. They reach the top with soft giggles and gentle holds. Ochako stares a bit at Himiko before placing the basket on the floor. Ochako plops down on the ground and then tugs Himiko down with the hand holding her own.
Himiko ungracefully plops, letting out a small laugh as she does so.
“I’m glad you took me here. It's so peaceful. Beautiful,” Himiko leans slightly against Ochako’s shoulder gazing up at her as Ochako looks down. Ochako smiles and brushes a piece of hair from Himiko’s forehead. Her gaze drops down before flicking back up just as fast. Himiko bites her lip, slightly leaning in when Ochako clears her throat and leans back, turning her head away.
“I brought some food!”
Himiko blinked a few times, “Oh, yeah.”
Ochako grabs a few sandwiches and fruit and places them on the ground in front of them. The two girls eat in silence for a bit until Himiko brushes her hands off and leans back until she’s lying on her back. Ochako leans back against her hands and looks back at Himiko, prompting the blonde to look up at her.
“Why did you start playing? I feel like you don’t do a lot of interviews about that,” Himiko speaks up.
Ochako sighed and laid down next to Himiko, “I don’t really know how it started but once it did I kinda felt like I had to stick with it. My dad always played with me, just for fun, ya know?” Ochako breathes before continuing, “I guess I had some talent as a kid and they threw me into lessons until it bled their pockets dry. By that point, I was too deep into it and I knew that if I dedicated my whole life to it, I could make a career out of it and I don't know pay my parents back for everything.”
Himiko is silent as Ochako spares a glance at her, “Sorry I was probably rambling and talking about needless things.”
Himiko immediately turns to face Ochako by shifting on her side, “No, I love hearing you talk about yourself. I could listen to you for hours.”
Ochakos face slightly turns pink before she shifts herself to face Himiko as well. She mutters out a small “Really?”
Himiko bites her lip before nodding. Ochako scoots a little closer and reaches a hand out, her fingertips barely grazing Himiko’s forehead to nudge a piece of her bangs. Himiko grabs her hand to lace their fingers together. Himikos notices Ochako's eyes dipping down and then back up. Ochako took a deep breath with her eyes closed, opened them, and abruptly smashed their faces together.
Himiko makes a slight squeak in surprise before cupping Ochako’s face and deepening the kiss. Himiko tilts her head and slides a hand into the other girl's hair gripping it as the kiss grows more passionate. Ochako lets out a sigh sliding a hand across Himiko’s shoulder before her entire body freezes up. Ochako quickly breaks the kiss and backs up, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Himiko still caught in the moment slowly breathes out, opening her eyes, “That was–”
“Oh god. I am so sorry,” Ochako rushes out.
“wait, Ochako–” Himiko blinks trying to wrap her head around the newly developing situation.
Ochako sits up sliding a hand in her hair and tugging a little bit, “I didn’t– I don't even know,” She lets out a slight laugh, “That was an accident, oh god. I’m sorry Himiko.”
At her full name falling from the girl's mouth, Himiko feels her heart shatter and all that leaves her mouth is a small, “Oh.”
At this Ochako stops her rambling, clearing her throat and staring down at the bottom of the hill. Her arms go to wrap around themselves as the two sit in awkward silence.
“Um, maybe we should go. I can drive you home,” Ochako breaks the silence.
“No, it’s fine. You can take me back to the tattoo shop,” Himiko speaks up, now standing.
“What, no? Himiko,” Ochako takes a step closer and reaches a hand out causing Himiko to take a step back in return and move her arm out of Ochako’s reach.
“No. Just, Dabi is probably there still,” Himiko sighs, “That’s where I want to go.”
“I’m sorry, Himi–”
“Don’t. It's whatever.” Himiko grumbles as she starts walking down the hill.
“Himiko wait. That’s not how I meant it. I just never been with ya know,” she laughs, “It's just new, I don’t know. Can we–”
“Ochako, honestly I don’t care right now. Can we just go?” Himiko sighs.
Ochako walks behind Himiko in silence until the pair reach the car.
“I just… can we talk? When you’re ready? I’m just, I don’t know,” Ochako pleads as she starts the car.
“Sure, Ochako. Just not now I’ll let you know.”
Ochako nods and starts driving.
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There are a few weeks between the semifinals and finals in the Volleyball season, which Ochako spends grilling the rest of her team and ignoring a certain problem looming over her. From 6 am to 6 pm, the girls spend the day doing different drills and testing new techniques. Ochako being the main spiker and float server was paired with Mina, the newest addition to the team and their substitute setter. On the other side of the net was Jirou, the team's libero, receiving every serve or spike Ochako sent her way to improve her reaction time.
The girls worked in tandem with their manager, Izuku Midoriya, tossing balls up in the air for Mina to set. Izuku’s hand smacks the side of the ball before he tosses it in Mina’s direction. The green-haired girl swiftly maneuvers her body to be right under it just as Ochako calls out “4, 4, 4” and sets it backward towards the brunette's direction. Ochako quickly approaches the ball, getting her feet under herself before slightly squatting, and then launching herself in the air. She cranks her right arm back as if she’s cocking an arrow, her left straight out as a guide. Her right arm cracks against the ball like a whip causing the ball to rip through the air aiming for right behind the 10-foot line. Jirou dives, her right arm stretched to the max as she flattens her hand. In the split second when the ball is about to hit the gym floor, Jirou’s hand slips under it popping the ball straight up perfectly for a possible bump.
“Ah, that was amazing girls! I’m sure coach would say the same,” came Izuku’s cheerful voice. The three girls smile in his direction breathing heavily after their many rounds of different plays when a gruff voice cuts through the air.
“Don’t be spitting bullshit Izuku. Pinky, your set was a little off. Round face, your approach was sloppy. And Ears, I need you to plant your feet. No need to dive for every ball, get there,” their coach, Katsuki Bakugou snaps.
“Unbunch your panties, that was good,” came Ochako’s reply, “Does it need to be cleaned up? Okay yeah, but it’s 5:30 and we’ve been going for hours.”
“Yeah yeah. You shitheads aren’t fucking horrible”
“Kacchan, must you hide a compliment in an insult every time?” Izuku deadpans.
“Shut the hell up, Izuku! I say what I want, I'm the coach!”
The group of girls laugh as the two guys argue like the married couple they are. The said group heads to the locker room to quickly freshen up before they all head to their respective places. Ochako pulls her shirt off to change when Yao-momo and Jirou pop up on each side of her.
“You gonna go visit that tattoo shop again?” Jirou teases.
“Yeah, you’re going to see that blonde girl aren’t you?” Yao-momo adds on. The two girls crowd into the brunette's space nudging her until a pink tint dusts her cheeks.
“Guys stop,” Ochako whines, covering her face with her hands after she finishes pulling her shirt off, “It’s not even like that. Well, I don’t know it's weird.” Ochako’s shoulders slump as she explains.
“What do you mean weird?” Jirou questions.
Ochako’s face flushes a dark pink, “You guys are gonna hate me.”
Jirou scoffs, “Try me.”
“I kissed her then freaked out then told it I didn’t mean it like that.”
The locker room becomes dead silent as all the girls stare back at Ochako’s steadily reddening face.
“You two…kissed? And you said it meant nothing?” Momo questions.
“Well, I didn’t say it meant nothing per se. I just kinda freaked?” Ochako explains.
The girls share glances just as Mina rounds the corner of the lockers already showered. The pink-haired girl is clad in jean shorts with a clunky belt and a tight cheetah print tank top, clicking on bracelets as she walks.
“So it’s just casual then? Like you experimenting or..?” Mina pipes in, her bracelets clinking as she waves her hand around.
“I-uh…” Ochako starts before Mina cuts her off again.
“I mean that’s pretty much what you’re giving. Or are you playing her?”
“No, no it’s not like that!” Ochako defends.
“Then what’s it like?” Momo pipes in.
Ochako sighs out before plopping on the bench and putting her head in her hands.
“I just don’t know. This is new to me,” Ochako sighs, “What if I don’t want her? What if I do? How am I supposed to know she feels the same?”
“Uh, the fact that she kissed you maybe?” Jirou speaks up.
“But what if she was going for something more casual?!”
“Nothing about what you two do is casual!” Mina chimes in, “Ochako I love you but you’re killing me and probably killing her.”
“Just ask her out, officially. Like girlfriends.” Momo suggests, “The worst she can say is no.”
Ochako has the decency to sheepishly look away, “Okay, okay. I’ll ask her out. But! You have to let me think of something.”
“The words: ‘wanna go out’ work pretty well,” Mina comments to then receive a sweaty balled shirt thrown her way.
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Ochako now showered and dressed in clean clothes, walks up to the infamous tattoo shop testing out different combinations of the same set of words strung together.
“Hey, Himiko sorry for the confusion,” Ochako tries, “No that sounds like a business email.”
“Hi, sorry I’m a huge idiot, I’m in love with you,” she throws out, “maybe…could make her laugh.”
Now in front of the shop, she takes a deep breath and looks into the window to see an interesting sight. Some woman with straight black hair had her arm wrapped around Himiko’s back as she cleaned her station. The woman had her so close as she whispered something into her ear with a smirk resting on her lips. Himiko’s face was tinted a bright pink and her hands kept working at the task at hand. Her body was slightly leaned away, giving the impression of the girl feeling awkward.
Ochako blinks a few times and crosses her arms as she tries to get a better view. Stepping slightly closer she catches the black haired woman turning Himiko’s body towards her and pulling her in by the hips. The abrupt movement caused Himiko’s hands to rest against the other girl’s upper chest.
Ochako decides enough is enough and scoffs before marching into the shop causing both girls to look in her direction. Himiko’s yellow eyes flashed with something that Ochako wasn’t sure of when they came in contact. Seeing nothing but red, the brunette stomped over to the pair before grabbing the other woman’s arm and yanking it off of Himiko’s waist. Ochako then grips the cream fabric of Himiko’s sweater before pulling her back into her chest, a protective arm looping around her middle.
“Keep your hands off her,” Ochako gritted out.
“Oh come on un-bunch yer panties. I was only playin’,” came the other woman’s voice, a thick southern drawl seeping through, “Plus lil Himiko here wasn’t saying nothing.”
The woman smirks at Himiko causing Ochako to look down at the girl who simply avoids her eyes.
“I said,” Ochako spits out, a menacing smile gracing her features, “Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off, got it?”
The southern woman scoffs, mockingly raising her hands before walking out of the store; flipping both of them off. Ochako immediately turns Himiko around and brings both hands to her cheeks as her eyes frantically dart around.
“Are you okay? She didn’t do anything, did she?”
Himiko rolls her eyes pushing Ochako’s hands off of her.
“Why do you even care?”
Ochako sputtered, “What do you mean? Of course, I care!”
“O,h bullshit.” Himiko spits out.
“Why are you even—“
“You know I thought you of all people would be there for me so thank you for showing me who you are,” Himiko cuts Ochako off before walking off and waving dismissively.
“Wait Himiko stop!” Ochako yells, walking to Himiko and grabbing her wrist to spin her around.
Himiko tries to pull her hand back but Ochako’s grip becomes tighter in retaliation.
“Himiko please!”
“No! I’m done, Ochako! I’m not doing this again! ‘it’s casual’, What if I don’t want her?’ I won’t be someone you pull around, Ochako,” Himiko explodes all while trying to pull her hand away.
“Himi, no, what? Who told you that?” Ochako asks, confused.
“Oh now that’s rich,” Himiko laughs, “ I fucking heard you! I went to your damn practice to talk about the damn flower field where you kissed me then acted like I stabbed you in the stomach!”
“No, Himi! That’s all a misunderstanding!”
Himiko lets out another disbelieving laugh, “I don’t give a shit. I really don’t.”
“I promise you heard wrong. Just let me—“ Ochako starts.
“I am done, Ochako. I won’t sit here and be played and hurt by someone I would—“
Ochako grabs Himiko by her shoulders, yanking her forward, crashing their lips together. Himiko makes a startled sound as Ochako just smushes their faces harder together. Himiko slightly falls into the kiss her hands coming to wrap around Ochako’s middle. At the last second Himiko grabs onto Ochako’s hips instead and pushes her back separating their lips to stare into Ochako’s pleading eyes.
“What do you even want Ochako,” was Himiko’s breathless reply.
Ochako blinks back a few times, “I— I’m not sure. I just can’t lose you please.”
Himiko groaned and rubbed her hand down her face.
“God, Ochako, I’m sick of this cat-and-mouse game. I’m sick of acting like I don’t want you just as much as I know you want me. I’m sick of imagining you every night. And god am I sick of acting like I don’t think you’re the sexiest woman on this planet,” Himiko rushes out, exasperated, “But I know what I heard in the locker room.”
“I swear to you it was a misunderstanding!” Ochako rushes out, “The girls were asking about you and I didn’t know what to say because I’m not even sure where we stand! And I know it’s my fault! But I promise I wasn’t trying to play you, Himiko.”
“Then what do you want, Ochako?” Himiko softly says.
“You! God, I just want you!” Ochako exclaims, “I want to know what makes you tick, your hopes, your fears, everything!”
The two stare back at each other, yellow meeting brown, as two chests heave up and down. Desperation clouded Ochako’s expression while Himiko stared back in shock. The silence seems to stretch for hours before Ochako breaks it.
“Oh, fuck it,” Ochako mutters before crossing the small distance between them, reaching towards Himiko’s face and yanking her closer until their faces are mere millimeters apart.
“Please, Himi,” Ochako softly whispers, her breath tickling the other girl's lips. The moment Himiko slightly nods, Ochako smashes their lips together. A small yelp comes from Himiko before her left arm wraps around Ochako’s waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Ochako hums into the kiss as a groan escapes Himiko and she pulls the brunette even closer, deepening the kiss.
The two separate for a split second, a sharp gasp ringing through the air before colliding once more as they desperately grab onto each other.
“I’m sorry for making you doubt me,” Ochako breathes against Himiko’s lips, each word separated with a kiss.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Himiko slides a hand into Ochako’s hair pulling on it to direct the kiss. Her other hand travels down her back until it gets low endings to grab Ochako’s ass and pull the girl impossibly closer.
Tiny moans and quick inhalations of air fill the shop as the two grasp onto each other. Out of breath, Ochako pulls away, her chest rising and falling quickly. Craving any part that she can get, Himiko uses the hand in Ochako’s hair to pull at it, baring her neck. Himiko quickly leans into trail kisses down the column of her throat. The girl nips at the thin skin against Ochako’s neck while her hands explore the curves along her body.
A rather loud moan leaves Ochako’s mouth when Himiko bites a little harshly at the junction of her neck. Ochako grips onto the blonde's shoulders causing her to look up before placing a kiss on her jawline. Keeping eye contact, Himiko slowly starts trailing wet kisses straight down her neck to her chest. Immersed in the feeling, Ochako closes her eyes letting out little noises of pleasure when Himiko bites down hard where her boob starts. The sharp pain causes the brunette's eyes to widen as a moan rips through her throat. She rolls her head back, biting her lip when she registers the floor-to-ceiling windows that they’ve been standing in front of.
“Himi, oh my god, the…,” Ochako takes a deep breath, “the windows. You can, ah, see straight through them.”
Himiko licks at the tiny bit of blood that seeps from the bite, “You wanted to put in a little show earlier, what if I wanna put on my own?” Then she proceeds to pepper tiny kisses down Ochako’s slightly exposed chest without moving an inch.
“Ah, Himi, please. Just stop for a second. I don’t want people to, uh, see,” Ochako gasps out breathlessly, “God, woman, just take me to the back room and I'll let you do, hah, anything, please!”
Ochako slides her hand into Himiko’s hair to pull her away from her neck. Ochako looks down at the slightly shorter woman, noticing her blown pupils and spit-covered swollen lips before smashing their lips together, disregarding her own pleas.
Himiko moans out at the contact, stepping backward as she pulls Ochako with her towards the back room. Himiko bumps into a few walls, before pinning her against the hallway wall.
“You don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted this,” Himiko breathlessly says, placing kisses everywhere.
Instead of responding, Ochako nudges Himiko slightly off her, receiving a confused look before she pulls off her shirt. A loud groan claws its way out of Himiko’s throat as she comes back in and starts frantically kissing her. Himiko takes her time in pressing kisses down Ochako’s body, keeping hard eye contact as she makes her descent. Reaching the relatively new tattoo on her hip, Himiko gives it a bite before slowly licking over it– all while making intensive eye contact. Ochako pants heavily above her while her fingers swiftly un-does Himiko’s hair to rake her fingers through the soft hair. Just as Himiko reaches the girl's pants and sticks a finger in the waistband, Ochako quickly pulls her up pressing her lips to hers.
“Take me to the room,” Ochako mutters as one arm draped over Himiko’s shoulder and the other has a tight grip on her sweater.
Himiko giggles before placing more kisses on Ochako’s lips and leading the way blindly. Stumbling around a bit more the pair finally makes it to the back room. The blonde pulls away only to shove Ochako down onto the couch before straddling her.
“God you’re so perfect,” Himiko breathlessly lets out, “I just wanna bite and claim every part of you.”
She then dips down to press kisses into her neck once more. One hand cup presses into her neck with a tiny bit of pressure while the other gropes her chest. Ochako lets out a shaky exhale as she reaches down to slide her hands up Himiko’s skirt, squeezing the girl’s ass. Himiko moans out softly against her skin before grinding down into Ochako’s lap.
Himiko groans as she leans back, getting a perfect view of Ocahko flushed pink under her in a red bra and unbuttoned pants before grabbing two handfuls of the girl's chest. The blonde leans over Ochako’s heaving figure, their lips a few centimeters apart, eyes half-lidded, “Red’s my favorite color, ya know. And holy shit ‘chako, I wanna paint you in it.”
Ochako gasps out at the proclamation as Himiko wastes no time and immediately starts kissing and biting into her chest, red marks blooming. The brunette slides her hands up Himiko’s sweater, tracing the sides of her slender waist, squeezing. Sliding a hand higher, her thumb grazes under Himiko’s bra, barely grazing the swell of her chest causing the blonde to let out a tiny moan, as she grinds down once more. Breathlessly the girls frantically put their hands wherever they can reach, moans and gasps of air filling the room. Himiko grinds down once more when Ochako lifts her easily and all but slams her down onto the couch, crawling over her.
“‘Chako, wha–”
“Take your damn shirt off.”
The blonde lets a feral grin paint her face at Ochako’s command before yanking her sweater off. In this position, Himiko lays on her back with her legs spread so Ochako can fit right in between. All the movement caused Himiko’s skirt to flip up a tad bit, revealing her black underwear.
“And to think that you didn’t want me, my god was I missing out,” Ochako breathes into Himiko’s abdomen as she plants kisses on every piece of skin.
“ah, you were the one, please ‘Chako, who teased and toyed- ah!” Himiko’s words get cut off with a sharp moan when Ochako bites into the blonde's thigh, placing a kiss there afterward.
“I don’t need back talk. I need you to take what you’re given, can you do that?” Ochako spits out condescendingly.
Himiko lets out another moan, “Yes, ma’am.”
Ochako grins, lowering herself to be face to face with Himiko’s crotch, separating her thighs even more. She places kisses and tiny bites along the inside of the blonde's thigh, as Himiko moans and wiggles in her hold. Himiko’s entire body is flushed a light pink as she lays there, thanking the universe for this Greek Goddess of a woman. Ochako hikes the girl’s legs up before licking a strip up the girl's underwear.
“Ah! Ochako, please!” Himiko moans out as her back arches and her hand darts out to grab at Ochako’s hair.
A short giggle left Ochako’s mouth before placing a soft kiss on the spot.
“Now, I know I fucked up and hurt my poor Himi,” Ochako starts with a pout as she slowly peels Himiko’s black underwear down her thighs, a smug grin covering any real sympathy, “So, how about I give you a formal apology that we’ll both enjoy, hm?”
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Summary: Himiko, a die-hard fan of UA's pro-volleyball team, never misses a single game to see their team captain play. Ochako is a dedicated volleyball player who takes pride in her team and her title as captain. What happens when Ochako starts to take notice of a certain blonde who never misses a game and just so happens to stumble into her tattoo shop?
w/c-> 8.4k
Disclaimers: pro volleyball player!ochako, tattoo artist!Himiko, suggestive themes at the end, Ochako being dumb, the author knowing nothing about tattoos, not rly smut but gets close to it(lime, for my citrus scale lovers), touching, making out, clothes do come off, miscommunication, happy ending I promise, hints at Ochako never being with a girl before, sick of her shit!Toga, the both of them are down bad but refuse to see it
note-> the long awaited fic is here! it took FOREVER to edit omg. it was originally like 3-4k but i hated it T-T anyways hope you enjoy!!
The sound of the ball smacking against her hand rings through the arena as the score reads 23-24. Ochako takes a deep breath before tossing the volleyball into the air before jumping, making contact with the ball at her highest point in a perfect float serve. The ball floats over the net before quickly descending within the 10-foot line. The opposing team’s captain screams with the crowd as one player jumps forward barely making it in time to bump the ball high enough for their setter.
Fully believing that would be the game point, Ochako grumbles profanities under her breath, wiping the sweat on her palms off her number 1 jersey before making eye contact with her setter, Yaoyorozu. The ball flies right back over as Ochako positions herself mouthing “no bump”.
Yaoyorozu nods before yelling, “Mine!”
She lifts her hands in the air, jumping slightly, setting the ball perfectly to the far right corner. She lands, her black ponytail fluttering down as she watches her captain sprint from the side of the court.
Ochako jumps perfectly before cranking her arm back and smacking the ball with all the strength left in her sending it straight to the floor, all while feeling a certain someone’s eyes stuck to her like glue. One fan with bright blonde hair showed up to every game without fail, yet only ever stared at her. –
And Ochako knew it. Felt it.
The heat of her gaze as it followed her across the court.
Like a snake drawn to its prey.
And in every game, she was almost impossible to ignore. –
Not expecting an immediate spike, the opposing team was too late to receive, a loud smack resonating in the gym as the ball made contact with the floor. Ochako lands just after the ball does, her brown bob tickling the back of her neck. Her thighs burn and her ears are ringing from the adrenaline when the entire gym starts screaming and cheering. She turns her sharp gaze towards the crowd searching for the blond while resting her hands on her knees.
Hunched over her knees she sees her.
Sharp yellow eyes meeting brown ones. Nothing but pure adoration shining in them– A shock of electricity ran down her spine, nearly knocking the wind out of her. The whole room seems to fade in the background as the two girls stare from across the gym–
Breaking the fleeting moment, her entire team launches at her as they tumble to the ground. The Pro UA volleyball team celebrates with hugs and cheers as their fans jump up and down cheering them on. One fan’s gaze never left Ocako’s figure, burning holes into her skin that Ochako couldn’t help but search for.
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“Dabi! Did you see that? That kill!” Himiko shouts directly into Dabi’s ear as she fangirls over her favorite pro volleyball player, “And I kid you not we made eye contact!”
“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me deaf, of course, I saw I was here,” Dabi deadpans, shaking his head causing his messy white hair to be even messier as they start going down the stairs to get to the exit.
“God, isn’t she just amazing? I mean that quick thinking and to be able to move that fast?” Toga sighs out before dramatically fanning herself, “Look at her thighs. I would kill to just bite one. You think she’d let me if I ask nicely?”
Dabi rolls his eyes in response holding the door to the gym open for Himiko as the girl practically vibrates in excitement.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Lemme smoke this before we head back.” Dabi grumbles pulling out a cigarette and a lighter while leaning against the brick wall off to the side.
Toga sighs leaning against the wall and watching as the crowd slowly trails out of the gym some eyeing them, others paying the pair no mind. Just as the last few trickle out of the gym Himiko stretches her arms out and turns to Dabi to see him inhaling the last few puffs.
Then the doors slam open and Ochako walks out with the biggest grin on her face.
Himiko’s chest tightens, her heart skipping a beat.
Ochako looks over, her eyes immediately finding Himiko’s. The blonde holds her breath when it happens.
When the Ochako Uraraka’s gaze slowly looked her up and down. Not in disgust like she was used to. Oh no. She looked at her with curiosity. With want. With need.
And just as fast as it happened it stopped. She kept walking with her team and Himiko stayed behind, breathless.
The next time Himiko sees Ochako is at yet another game. Not an official one. One for charity done in a small crappy gym that can house half of the normal game attendees. And of course, Himiko had a seat.
She stared as Ochako claimed the court. Running, commanding, leading. Spike after spike. Score after score, she still held a bright grin. One that screamed in happiness. One that Himiko wished she could be the reason for.
Then it happened again.
The eye contact.
Just as fleeting as before. Quick, but oh so powerful.
The gaze could’ve been nothing to most, but to Himiko it was everything. It was acknowledgment. That one glance held so much behind it that Himiko could feel it throughout every fiber of her being. Her brown eyes were sharp. Strong. Almost as if they were calling her. Daring her to try. Himiko’s gaze trailed over Ochako like the sweat drop that started at her jawline, sliding down her neck til it dripped under her tight sports bra, right where her boobs met in the middle.
Himiko forced herself out of her thoughts, her thighs clenching as heat pooled in her stomach and flooded her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward to focus on the game to see that it had ended. Sitting up straighter, Himiko’s eyes darted to the score, 25-20, and the girls jumped in excitement. Looking over each of the girls, their happiness became infectious, Himiko smiling in turn when her eyes went back to Ochako.
Who was already looking at her with a tiny, barely there smirk. Her eyes holding so much– it caused Himiko’s entire body to shiver and burst with goosebumps. Almost as if Ochako knew the effect she had, her eyes narrowed before she broke eye contact leaving Himiko to feel breathless yet again.
Feeling disoriented Himiko stopped by the bathroom before heading out. She splashed her face with cold water grabbing a napkin to pat it dry. As she turned to walk out she noticed Ochako walking in and stopping to simply look at Himiko.
“You know you stare a lot?” Ochako broke the silence, crossing her arms over her chest.
Himiko’s face burned as her mouth opened and closed trying to come up with a subtle excuse.
“It's okay, cutie. I like it. No harm done,” came Ochako’s smooth voice as she took a step closer.
Himiko stuttered out a response, “I, um, just really like you. As a player of course! You’re just so interesting to watch…”
“Ah, well, thank you! I love meeting fans, what’s your name?”
Red as ever, Himiko speaks, “Uh Himiko.”
Ochako gives a kind smile, reaching out to twirl a piece of blonde hair sticking out of Himiko’s bun, “Beautiful name, Himi. Can I call you that?”
“You can call me whatever you want,” comes Himiko’s breathless reply.
Ochako full-on laughs, “You’re pretty cute, Himi.” Before Himiko can even process the words out of her mouth, Ochako’s name is called.
“Ah, looks like I gotta go! But I hope I see you around much more often, okay Himi?” Ochako lets out as she walks out, casually waving a hand, not waiting for Himiko’s response.
Himiko stands there for a few minutes simply processing the entire exchange. She lifts a hand and pinches her cheek hard winching slightly at the pain.
Nope, not a dream. She thought. Very real, oh my God.
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“And then she called me cute!” Himiko rants to an uninterested Shigaraki, explaining her encounter with Ochako for the third time. Dabi chooses then to walk over flicking Himiko in the forehead.
“Say her name or anything volleyball related for the rest of the day and I will peel your damn skin off, Toga.
Himiko rubbed the sore spot on her forehead with a pout before sticking her tongue out at the two boys. With a playful huff, she made her way over to her tattoo station. The three of them had started their small tattoo shop back when Himiko was in high school, and the other two were barely working under other artists. As a few years passed they had gained a solid reputation. The shop was compact but well-established, featuring two open tattoo stations—one for her and one for Dabi. A single private room in the back was reserved for tattoos placed in more intimate areas. Shigaraki, on the other hand, refused to touch a tattoo gun and instead focused exclusively on piercings. While Himiko and Dabi also handled piercings, she only did so when necessary, as her true passion lay in the intricate artistry of tattooing.
Shigaraki mostly stationed himself at the reception desk, a glass display case filled with various jewelry pieces, while the other two worked at their own pace. The shop's aesthetic was a moody mix of blacks and purples, except for one stark white wall covered in tattoo sketches and photos of past work. Dabi, ever in sync with the shop’s dark theme, was almost always dressed in black. Meanwhile, Himiko, with her frilly skirts and pastel tones, stood out like a sore thumb. Shigaraki, as usual, looked like he had just rolled out of a dumpster—but that was nothing new.
“Nobody is even here,” Himiko whines as she pulls out her sketchbook drawing sparrows, “You guys are the absolute worst.”
Shigaraki grunts while Dabi responds, “You can have the next customer if it keeps you from speaking.”
The bell above the glass door rings out, signaling a new customer. Himiko continues to sketch, expecting Shigaraki to tend to the stranger until the stranger opens her mouth.
“Hi, um I was looking to get a small tattoo and heard this is the best place in the area! Do you guys possibly do walk-ins?” a familiar honeyed voice carried through the shop causing Himiko's head to snap up. No way that the Ochako Uraraka just walked into this shop like it was nothing.
The next thing Himiko thinks is how gorgeously attractive Ochako looks in casual clothing. The brunette is wearing baggy low-rise jeans with bleached butterflies plastered all over the pants paired with a tight white sleeveless crop top. She’s attempting to cover herself with a pink button down but all it’s covering are her forearms as it’s draped off her shoulders revealing her muscled back. In summary, Himiko thinks she’s going to die if she stares at Ochako’s casual fit any longer.
“Uh yeah, whatever. Not like we got people lining up outside,” responded Shigaraki, “Toga will sketch what you want. Toga! Get over here!”
Himiko scrambles up out of her chair and walks over, still a little dazed. Upon hearing footsteps behind her Ochako turns making eye contact with the blonde girl.
“Ah, Himi! It’s you! I didn’t know you did tattoos,” exclaimed Ochako with a bright grin on her face, looking the girl up and down. Himiko’s entire face tinged with pink smiles back, awkwardly rubbing her arm.
“Um yeah, yes I do! What did you, uh, want Uraraka-san?” Himiko replies, stumbling over a few words.
Ochako’s face scrunches up, “Himi! Don’t call me by my last name. I figured after our interaction and your hardcore staring, you would refer to me as Ochako, no?” Her sentence trails off as she leans back against the counter tilting her head to the side.
Her eyes are intense as she stares back. Himiko nods a shy smile gracing her features as she gestures to her station to direct the brunette over. Ochako follows plopping down on the bench leaning her elbows on her thighs to place her chin in her hands. Himiko in turn sits at her chair turning to a new page in her book. In her element, she brings a pen to the paper before speaking,
“What did you have in…mind…?” Himiko trails off as she looks up to see Ochako’s face a mere inches away from hers, her brown eyes shining as if the stars were in them. Ochako leans even closer, her gaze playfully flickering down.
“A volleyball.”
“A- what?”
“I want a volleyball with my number somehow incorporated, can you do that?” Ochako repeats, smiling cheekily at Himiko. The blonde sharply nods before tucking her head down and drawing. A few minutes pass of Himiko drawing and Ochako swinging her legs as she patiently waits until the blonde taps her knee to get her attention. Ochako looks down at the tap to see Himiko holding the sketch pad towards her. The sketch depicted a simple yet intricately detailed volleyball with careful shading to convey its resting position on the gym floor. The letters "UA" in a graceful script were inscribed on the ball, with "#1" positioned just beneath it to the left. Ochako gazed at the drawing in awe before meeting Himiko's eyes.
“I love it! You are so talented!” she exclaimed leaning in even closer.
“It’s just a ball…” Himiko trails off her face a little pink at the compliment. Ochako gasps, grabbing Himiko’s hand and pulling it towards her.
Himiko, still slightly dazed, mutters, “Where do you want it?”
“My hip.”
Himiko gulps, clearing her throat and blinking a few times before speaking, “W-where?”
“My left hip. Like right above my panty line, you know?” Ochako smiles, slightly looking Himiko down. Himiko takes a deep breath, slightly nodding and humming. She turns back to the stand next to her to put the drawing on transfer paper and prepare the ink and gun.
“Okay, um, can you unbutton your pants so I, uh, can place it and you tell me if you like the position?” Himiko asks.
“How about you ask me with more confidence this time, cutie?” Ochako grins.
In turn, Himiko’s jaw drops as her cheeks slowly warm up. Her mouth opens and closes a few times looking for a response and Ochako’s grin only widens.
“Ah, don't stress about it. I’ll do what you ask!”
Ochako leaned down and shimmed her pants a little lower on her hips. She smiles and tucks her hands under her hand. The two make eye contact, the air between them turning into static. Himiko notices Ochako’s gaze dipping down just before she closes her eyes and leans her head completely on her arms as if nothing happened.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, Himiko leans over her to place the paper on her lower stomach, moving the flap of her jeans over causing the top of Ochako’s underwear to come into view. Himiko’s eyes shift over catching a glimpse of the white lace before completely snapping her head upwards.
“You can look in the um mirror. If you like it or not,” Himiko stutters out, her face bright red. At the prompt, Ochako gets up to stand in front of the body-length mirror, the motion causing her pants to sag a tiny bit more. Himiko looks over and catches yet another glimpse of the lacy trim of Ochako’s white underwear, in the back this time.
“Mmm, I like it, what do you think, Himi?” Ochako turns showing off the placement, “Does it look good on me?”
Himiko, practically stuck in a trance simply nods muttering out a quiet “I like it” before abruptly standing.
“I’ll be right back!” Himiko exclaims and heads to the back of the shop where she finds Dabi chilling on a black sofa scrolling on his phone. She walks right past him and to a body-length mirror before slapping her cheeks aggressively.
“Himiko, be professional! She is just a customer!” the girl whisper-yelled to herself as she continuously slapped herself.
Dabi chuckles at the girls' antics before muttering, “You good?”
“No I am not good,” the blonde complains while dramatically fanning herself, “I’m going to die out there.”
“I’m not helping you,” he deadpans, waving his hand dismissively. Himiko huffs muttering “Didn’t ask you to”, then turns to walk back out to the main section of the shop. Walking out she notices how Ochako is practically draped over the bench, her shirt raised revealing her muscled abdomen and her pants still lowered. One arm was tucked under her head, the muscles pulled taut as she scrolled on her phone with the other.
“Hey, sorry I’m back,” the blonde speaks up after shamelessly eyeing her, Ochako simply smiling in return. Himiko gathers herself and sits in her chair to pull gloves on and starts the tattoo. She places her hand on Ochako’s stomach feeling the sharp intake of breath before she places the gun to her skin and gets to work.
“So, what made you get into tattooing?” questioned Ochako looking to break the silence.
“I uh started in high school. I wasn’t exactly popular so I kept to myself drawing different things, giving myself stick and pokes until I started doing it to others in a park near the school where I eventually met those two,” the blonde explains with no filter, “A lot of people thought I was weird for being so hell-bent on the stick and pokes but I don’t know there was something so intimate and delicate about it, that I couldn't help but to crave the meticulousness.” Her voice slowly dindles as if she’s ashamed before quickly brightening. “Dabi and Shiggy were the only people who liked me for me and encouraged my passion until Dabi suggested we open a shop and here I am.”
Ochako hums in thought as the two sit in silence for a few seconds until Ochako speaks up, “Well, I think that it's admirable that you continued to push for your passion even if you felt alone in it all at one point.”
Himiko slightly looks up when she finishes speaking, “I’ve never really thought about it like that…”
“Ah, well maybe you should start,” the brunette shrugs, “Be proud of who you are, Himi.”
The silence carries on for a few more minutes as Himiko touches up the tattoo before she declares that it’s finished. She wipes off any extra residue and places a clear film over it for protection before yanking her gloves off. Ochako stands and walks over to the mirror again to marvel at the new ink on her body.
“I love it. You really are talented, Himi,” Ochako looks at the blonde through the mirror. She walks back over to the other girl's station. Ochako places her hand on Himiko’s arm, her thumb rubbing up and down in thanks, causing the blonde to flinch and spill black ink all over her tray.
“Omg, the ink- oh uh thank you! It probably looks great because it’s on you. Not to say I can’t tattoo other people! It just looks great on you!” Himiko spits out, causing Ochako to let out a little giggle.
“You’re cute when you get all flustered; there's no need to stress it, Himi,” the girl responds, not allowing Himiko a second to process before speaking again. “How much do I owe you for it?”
“It’s on the house!”
“What? No, lemme pay you!”
“No, no! I’m serious! I’m such a huge fan it was an honor to even tattoo you.”
Ochako hummed and looked around before grasping the pen off Himiko’s sketchbook and writing right under the drawing of the volleyball.
“There. My number. Text me when you want to come to a game and I’ll get you in for free. As payback,” Ochako announced.
Himiko’s mouth dropped open, “What? You-what?”
“My number, Himi. Call it, come see me play,” Ochako smirked, “Or ya know. Just call it and come see me off the court.” Ochako winks at the flustered blonde.
“Maybe I’ll come see you before then. Now that we have a break before finals, I might even get my tongue pierced—like yours. It’s hot.”
Once again, Ochako’s words send a surge of heat through Himiko’s body. The blonde slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in shock. Meanwhile, Ochako just laughs, turning to leave the tattoo shop. But before stepping out, she throws a playful wave and a teasing wink over her shoulder, leaving Himiko utterly stunned.
“Oh, god I’m going to be sick.”
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A few days passed and now Himiko lies in her bed staring at the piece of paper with Ochako’s number still scrawled on it.
“Should I text her? Was she even serious or was it like fan work?” questions like these and more flooded the girl's thoughts as she bit the skin around her nails raw. Ultimately deciding to send a message the blonde's fingers type rapidly across the screen with a simple “hey”.
Ochako: thought you’d never text me…were you gathering up the courage;)
Himiko: …what, no. I was just busy.
Ochako: mhm, sureee
Himiko’s face flushes at the girl's response and over the fact that she’s texting the star of her wet dreams and quickly types out.
Himiko: I WAS!
Ochako: Okay pretty girl wtv you want to say.
Himiko: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!!!
Ochako: I didn’t. I typed it.
At this point, Himiko’s entire face is hot to the touch. She grabs the frilly pillow tucked under her arm immediately smushing her face against it and screaming. The girl kicks her feet against the mattress when her phone pings again.
Ochako: anyways now that you finally texted and before you run off again…
Ochako: wanna meet up? \(^o^)/
Trying to keep any ounce of chill left in her body Himiko responds with,
Himiko: Oh, sure with the team?
Ochako: no, silly. Just us ;)
Just them? Just them as in just her and Ochako? Himiko’s mouth falls open in shock before promptly rolling over to shove her face into the mess the blankets screaming and flailing around.
Himiko: OH of course! Let's meet for sure!
Ochako: It's cute how you try to act like you’re not excited.
Ochako: Let me know when you’re available and I’ll clear my schedule (*^w^*)
“Oh God, this girl is going to be the death of me,” Himiko mutters sliding her hands into her hair and tugging slightly on the strands.
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A week goes by of the two girls non-stop texting and Ochako randomly showing up at the tattoo shop before any solid plans of meeting up happen, which is prompted by Ochako herself.
On a random day when Ochako not surprisingly shows up at the shop that has since bloomed in business as more people saw the famous volleyball player frequently enter, Ochako plops herself directly in front of Himiko who is on break. At the noise of her body weight plopping on the leather chair, Himiko looks up from her phone her eyes meeting brown ones as a small smile graces her features.
“Take the rest of the day off,” leaves Ochakos mouth after the two stared at one another for a bit. Himiko slightly chokes on her food, slamming her hand into a chest a few times before looking back at the girl.
“Wha…”
“You heard me, take the rest off. We are going out right now.”
Himiko looked around the shop and then back at Ochako who was now leaning with her chin in her hands and the cheekiest grin plastered across her face.
Himiko swallowed the rest of the rice in her mouth, “Um... I’m not sure I could just leave, ‘Chako-chan–”
“I already talked to Dabi, you’re good,” Ochako swiftly cuts her off, her grin growing, “Plus it seems if I didn’t do this, you would have never told me when you were available.”
Ochako’s left eyebrow raises as Himiko’s face flushes and she diverts her attention towards Dabi in the corner of the shop who shoots her a not-so-subtle wink. She takes a deep breath before looking back at the girl in front of her and smiling.
“Okay, fine you got me. What’d you have in mind?”
“Follow me and you’ll find out,” comes Ochako’s reply as she stands and grips Himiko’s wrist pulling her out of the shop.
Not even five minutes later Himiko finds herself inside Ochako’s yellow Chrysler Coupe, the roof down causing the wind to blow Himiko’s bangs off her forehead as they drive along the near-empty road. ‘I’ll Call You Mine’ by girl in red played softly from the speakers as Ochako quietly hummed along.
Within the peace of the car, Himiko sneaks a glance over at Ochako taking note of how the late afternoon sun reflects in her eyes making them appear almost hazel rather than brown. Her hair flowed in the wind, two strawberry clips in one side of her hair revealing her soft jawline. Her skin is tanner during the off-season, Himiko notices, the sun making her tan skin look honey-like.
“Where are we going ‘Chako-chan?”
Ochako takes her eyes off the road for a split second to throw a glance toward the blonde, “You’ll find out when we get there.”
“Well, are we almost there?” Himiko huffs crossing her arms.
Ochako pointedly ignores the girl so Himiko opts to pout and sit in silence when Ochako breaks it a few minutes later.
“We just got here miss impatient.”
Himiko sits up excitedly, her gaze darting around to notice they are in a random field. Ochako climbs out of the car her strawberry-printed sundress flowing in the wind before reaching into the backseat and pulling out a basket and a blanket. Ochako starts walking to the front of the car before turning and raising an eyebrow at Himiko.
“Are you coming or do I have to carry you out of the car too?”
“No, No! I’m coming!” flushed pink, Himiko scrambles out of the car brushing off her black skirt and pulling her oversized bomber jacket over her green shirt.
Walking up beside Ochako, Himiko takes a moment to take in her surroundings. The car sits parked at the edge of a gently sloping hill, its grass a vivid shade of green. A sea of wildflowers blankets the hillside, their brilliant hues shimmering under the sun as if glowing beneath its intense light. A small patch of untouched grass rests alone at the very top, where the flowers thin out, swaying softly in the breeze—a quiet contrast to the vibrant bloom below.
“‘Chako-chan, this is…beautiful,” Himiko breathed out.
Ochako softly smiled at Himiko, “Yeah? You like it?”
“I love it…”
“Well then let's hurry up and get to the top,” Ochako giggles, grabs onto Himiko’s wrist, and starts running. Himiko lets out a loud laugh as she stumbles for the first few seconds before catching up and running alongside Ochako. The two girls laugh and giggle as they run up the hill, the flowers kiss at their ankles. They reach the top with soft giggles and gentle holds. Ochako stares a bit at Himiko before placing the basket on the floor. Ochako plops down on the ground and then tugs Himiko down with the hand holding her own.
Himiko ungracefully plops, letting out a small laugh as she does so.
“I’m glad you took me here. It's so peaceful. Beautiful,” Himiko leans slightly against Ochako’s shoulder gazing up at her as Ochako looks down. Ochako smiles and brushes a piece of hair from Himiko’s forehead. Her gaze drops down before flicking back up just as fast. Himiko bites her lip, slightly leaning in when Ochako clears her throat and leans back, turning her head away.
“I brought some food!”
Himiko blinked a few times, “Oh, yeah.”
Ochako grabs a few sandwiches and fruit and places them on the ground in front of them. The two girls eat in silence for a bit until Himiko brushes her hands off and leans back until she’s lying on her back. Ochako leans back against her hands and looks back at Himiko, prompting the blonde to look up at her.
“Why did you start playing? I feel like you don’t do a lot of interviews about that,” Himiko speaks up.
Ochako sighed and laid down next to Himiko, “I don’t really know how it started but once it did I kinda felt like I had to stick with it. My dad always played with me, just for fun, ya know?” Ochako breathes before continuing, “I guess I had some talent as a kid and they threw me into lessons until it bled their pockets dry. By that point, I was too deep into it and I knew that if I dedicated my whole life to it, I could make a career out of it and I don't know pay my parents back for everything.”
Himiko is silent as Ochako spares a glance at her, “Sorry I was probably rambling and talking about needless things.”
Himiko immediately turns to face Ochako by shifting on her side, “No, I love hearing you talk about yourself. I could listen to you for hours.”
Ochakos face slightly turns pink before she shifts herself to face Himiko as well. She mutters out a small “Really?”
Himiko bites her lip before nodding. Ochako scoots a little closer and reaches a hand out, her fingertips barely grazing Himiko’s forehead to nudge a piece of her bangs. Himiko grabs her hand to lace their fingers together. Himikos notices Ochako's eyes dipping down and then back up. Ochako took a deep breath with her eyes closed, opened them, and abruptly smashed their faces together.
Himiko makes a slight squeak in surprise before cupping Ochako’s face and deepening the kiss. Himiko tilts her head and slides a hand into the other girl's hair gripping it as the kiss grows more passionate. Ochako lets out a sigh sliding a hand across Himiko’s shoulder before her entire body freezes up. Ochako quickly breaks the kiss and backs up, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Himiko still caught in the moment slowly breathes out, opening her eyes, “That was–”
“Oh god. I am so sorry,” Ochako rushes out.
“wait, Ochako–” Himiko blinks trying to wrap her head around the newly developing situation.
Ochako sits up sliding a hand in her hair and tugging a little bit, “I didn’t– I don't even know,” She lets out a slight laugh, “That was an accident, oh god. I’m sorry Himiko.”
At her full name falling from the girl's mouth, Himiko feels her heart shatter and all that leaves her mouth is a small, “Oh.”
At this Ochako stops her rambling, clearing her throat and staring down at the bottom of the hill. Her arms go to wrap around themselves as the two sit in awkward silence.
“Um, maybe we should go. I can drive you home,” Ochako breaks the silence.
“No, it’s fine. You can take me back to the tattoo shop,” Himiko speaks up, now standing.
“What, no? Himiko,” Ochako takes a step closer and reaches a hand out causing Himiko to take a step back in return and move her arm out of Ochako’s reach.
“No. Just, Dabi is probably there still,” Himiko sighs, “That’s where I want to go.”
“I’m sorry, Himi–”
“Don’t. It's whatever.” Himiko grumbles as she starts walking down the hill.
“Himiko wait. That’s not how I meant it. I just never been with ya know,” she laughs, “It's just new, I don’t know. Can we–”
“Ochako, honestly I don’t care right now. Can we just go?” Himiko sighs.
Ochako walks behind Himiko in silence until the pair reach the car.
“I just… can we talk? When you’re ready? I’m just, I don’t know,” Ochako pleads as she starts the car.
“Sure, Ochako. Just not now I’ll let you know.”
Ochako nods and starts driving.
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There are a few weeks between the semifinals and finals in the Volleyball season, which Ochako spends grilling the rest of her team and ignoring a certain problem looming over her. From 6 am to 6 pm, the girls spend the day doing different drills and testing new techniques. Ochako being the main spiker and float server was paired with Mina, the newest addition to the team and their substitute setter. On the other side of the net was Jirou, the team's libero, receiving every serve or spike Ochako sent her way to improve her reaction time.
The girls worked in tandem with their manager, Izuku Midoriya, tossing balls up in the air for Mina to set. Izuku’s hand smacks the side of the ball before he tosses it in Mina’s direction. The green-haired girl swiftly maneuvers her body to be right under it just as Ochako calls out “4, 4, 4” and sets it backward towards the brunette's direction. Ochako quickly approaches the ball, getting her feet under herself before slightly squatting, and then launching herself in the air. She cranks her right arm back as if she’s cocking an arrow, her left straight out as a guide. Her right arm cracks against the ball like a whip causing the ball to rip through the air aiming for right behind the 10-foot line. Jirou dives, her right arm stretched to the max as she flattens her hand. In the split second when the ball is about to hit the gym floor, Jirou’s hand slips under it popping the ball straight up perfectly for a possible bump.
“Ah, that was amazing girls! I’m sure coach would say the same,” came Izuku’s cheerful voice. The three girls smile in his direction breathing heavily after their many rounds of different plays when a gruff voice cuts through the air.
“Don’t be spitting bullshit Izuku. Pinky, your set was a little off. Round face, your approach was sloppy. And Ears, I need you to plant your feet. No need to dive for every ball, get there,” their coach, Katsuki Bakugou snaps.
“Unbunch your panties, that was good,” came Ochako’s reply, “Does it need to be cleaned up? Okay yeah, but it’s 5:30 and we’ve been going for hours.”
“Yeah yeah. You shitheads aren’t fucking horrible”
“Kacchan, must you hide a compliment in an insult every time?” Izuku deadpans.
“Shut the hell up, Izuku! I say what I want, I'm the coach!”
The group of girls laugh as the two guys argue like the married couple they are. The said group heads to the locker room to quickly freshen up before they all head to their respective places. Ochako pulls her shirt off to change when Yao-momo and Jirou pop up on each side of her.
“You gonna go visit that tattoo shop again?” Jirou teases.
“Yeah, you’re going to see that blonde girl aren’t you?” Yao-momo adds on. The two girls crowd into the brunette's space nudging her until a pink tint dusts her cheeks.
“Guys stop,” Ochako whines, covering her face with her hands after she finishes pulling her shirt off, “It’s not even like that. Well, I don’t know it's weird.” Ochako’s shoulders slump as she explains.
“What do you mean weird?” Jirou questions.
Ochako’s face flushes a dark pink, “You guys are gonna hate me.”
Jirou scoffs, “Try me.”
“I kissed her then freaked out then told it I didn’t mean it like that.”
The locker room becomes dead silent as all the girls stare back at Ochako’s steadily reddening face.
“You two…kissed? And you said it meant nothing?” Momo questions.
“Well, I didn’t say it meant nothing per se. I just kinda freaked?” Ochako explains.
The girls share glances just as Mina rounds the corner of the lockers already showered. The pink-haired girl is clad in jean shorts with a clunky belt and a tight cheetah print tank top, clicking on bracelets as she walks.
“So it’s just casual then? Like you experimenting or..?” Mina pipes in, her bracelets clinking as she waves her hand around.
“I-uh…” Ochako starts before Mina cuts her off again.
“I mean that’s pretty much what you’re giving. Or are you playing her?”
“No, no it’s not like that!” Ochako defends.
“Then what’s it like?” Momo pipes in.
Ochako sighs out before plopping on the bench and putting her head in her hands.
“I just don’t know. This is new to me,” Ochako sighs, “What if I don’t want her? What if I do? How am I supposed to know she feels the same?”
“Uh, the fact that she kissed you maybe?” Jirou speaks up.
“But what if she was going for something more casual?!”
“Nothing about what you two do is casual!” Mina chimes in, “Ochako I love you but you’re killing me and probably killing her.”
“Just ask her out, officially. Like girlfriends.” Momo suggests, “The worst she can say is no.”
Ochako has the decency to sheepishly look away, “Okay, okay. I’ll ask her out. But! You have to let me think of something.”
“The words: ‘wanna go out’ work pretty well,” Mina comments to then receive a sweaty balled shirt thrown her way.
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Ochako now showered and dressed in clean clothes, walks up to the infamous tattoo shop testing out different combinations of the same set of words strung together.
“Hey, Himiko sorry for the confusion,” Ochako tries, “No that sounds like a business email.”
“Hi, sorry I’m a huge idiot, I’m in love with you,” she throws out, “maybe…could make her laugh.”
Now in front of the shop, she takes a deep breath and looks into the window to see an interesting sight. Some woman with straight black hair had her arm wrapped around Himiko’s back as she cleaned her station. The woman had her so close as she whispered something into her ear with a smirk resting on her lips. Himiko’s face was tinted a bright pink and her hands kept working at the task at hand. Her body was slightly leaned away, giving the impression of the girl feeling awkward.
Ochako blinks a few times and crosses her arms as she tries to get a better view. Stepping slightly closer she catches the black haired woman turning Himiko’s body towards her and pulling her in by the hips. The abrupt movement caused Himiko’s hands to rest against the other girl’s upper chest.
Ochako decides enough is enough and scoffs before marching into the shop causing both girls to look in her direction. Himiko’s yellow eyes flashed with something that Ochako wasn’t sure of when they came in contact. Seeing nothing but red, the brunette stomped over to the pair before grabbing the other woman’s arm and yanking it off of Himiko’s waist. Ochako then grips the cream fabric of Himiko’s sweater before pulling her back into her chest, a protective arm looping around her middle.
“Keep your hands off her,” Ochako gritted out.
“Oh come on un-bunch yer panties. I was only playin’,” came the other woman’s voice, a thick southern drawl seeping through, “Plus lil Himiko here wasn’t saying nothing.”
The woman smirks at Himiko causing Ochako to look down at the girl who simply avoids her eyes.
“I said,” Ochako spits out, a menacing smile gracing her features, “Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off, got it?”
The southern woman scoffs, mockingly raising her hands before walking out of the store; flipping both of them off. Ochako immediately turns Himiko around and brings both hands to her cheeks as her eyes frantically dart around.
“Are you okay? She didn’t do anything, did she?”
Himiko rolls her eyes pushing Ochako’s hands off of her.
“Why do you even care?”
Ochako sputtered, “What do you mean? Of course, I care!”
“O,h bullshit.” Himiko spits out.
“Why are you even—“
“You know I thought you of all people would be there for me so thank you for showing me who you are,” Himiko cuts Ochako off before walking off and waving dismissively.
“Wait Himiko stop!” Ochako yells, walking to Himiko and grabbing her wrist to spin her around.
Himiko tries to pull her hand back but Ochako’s grip becomes tighter in retaliation.
“Himiko please!”
“No! I’m done, Ochako! I’m not doing this again! ‘it’s casual’, What if I don’t want her?’ I won’t be someone you pull around, Ochako,” Himiko explodes all while trying to pull her hand away.
“Himi, no, what? Who told you that?” Ochako asks, confused.
“Oh now that’s rich,” Himiko laughs, “ I fucking heard you! I went to your damn practice to talk about the damn flower field where you kissed me then acted like I stabbed you in the stomach!”
“No, Himi! That’s all a misunderstanding!”
Himiko lets out another disbelieving laugh, “I don’t give a shit. I really don’t.”
“I promise you heard wrong. Just let me—“ Ochako starts.
“I am done, Ochako. I won’t sit here and be played and hurt by someone I would—“
Ochako grabs Himiko by her shoulders, yanking her forward, crashing their lips together. Himiko makes a startled sound as Ochako just smushes their faces harder together. Himiko slightly falls into the kiss her hands coming to wrap around Ochako’s middle. At the last second Himiko grabs onto Ochako’s hips instead and pushes her back separating their lips to stare into Ochako’s pleading eyes.
“What do you even want Ochako,” was Himiko’s breathless reply.
Ochako blinks back a few times, “I— I’m not sure. I just can’t lose you please.”
Himiko groaned and rubbed her hand down her face.
“God, Ochako, I’m sick of this cat-and-mouse game. I’m sick of acting like I don’t want you just as much as I know you want me. I’m sick of imagining you every night. And god am I sick of acting like I don’t think you’re the sexiest woman on this planet,” Himiko rushes out, exasperated, “But I know what I heard in the locker room.”
“I swear to you it was a misunderstanding!” Ochako rushes out, “The girls were asking about you and I didn’t know what to say because I’m not even sure where we stand! And I know it’s my fault! But I promise I wasn’t trying to play you, Himiko.”
“Then what do you want, Ochako?” Himiko softly says.
“You! God, I just want you!” Ochako exclaims, “I want to know what makes you tick, your hopes, your fears, everything!”
The two stare back at each other, yellow meeting brown, as two chests heave up and down. Desperation clouded Ochako’s expression while Himiko stared back in shock. The silence seems to stretch for hours before Ochako breaks it.
“Oh, fuck it,” Ochako mutters before crossing the small distance between them, reaching towards Himiko’s face and yanking her closer until their faces are mere millimeters apart.
“Please, Himi,” Ochako softly whispers, her breath tickling the other girl's lips. The moment Himiko slightly nods, Ochako smashes their lips together. A small yelp comes from Himiko before her left arm wraps around Ochako’s waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Ochako hums into the kiss as a groan escapes Himiko and she pulls the brunette even closer, deepening the kiss.
The two separate for a split second, a sharp gasp ringing through the air before colliding once more as they desperately grab onto each other.
“I’m sorry for making you doubt me,” Ochako breathes against Himiko’s lips, each word separated with a kiss.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Himiko slides a hand into Ochako’s hair pulling on it to direct the kiss. Her other hand travels down her back until it gets low endings to grab Ochako’s ass and pull the girl impossibly closer.
Tiny moans and quick inhalations of air fill the shop as the two grasp onto each other. Out of breath, Ochako pulls away, her chest rising and falling quickly. Craving any part that she can get, Himiko uses the hand in Ochako’s hair to pull at it, baring her neck. Himiko quickly leans into trail kisses down the column of her throat. The girl nips at the thin skin against Ochako’s neck while her hands explore the curves along her body.
A rather loud moan leaves Ochako’s mouth when Himiko bites a little harshly at the junction of her neck. Ochako grips onto the blonde's shoulders causing her to look up before placing a kiss on her jawline. Keeping eye contact, Himiko slowly starts trailing wet kisses straight down her neck to her chest. Immersed in the feeling, Ochako closes her eyes letting out little noises of pleasure when Himiko bites down hard where her boob starts. The sharp pain causes the brunette's eyes to widen as a moan rips through her throat. She rolls her head back, biting her lip when she registers the floor-to-ceiling windows that they’ve been standing in front of.
“Himi, oh my god, the…,” Ochako takes a deep breath, “the windows. You can, ah, see straight through them.”
Himiko licks at the tiny bit of blood that seeps from the bite, “You wanted to put in a little show earlier, what if I wanna put on my own?” Then she proceeds to pepper tiny kisses down Ochako’s slightly exposed chest without moving an inch.
“Ah, Himi, please. Just stop for a second. I don’t want people to, uh, see,” Ochako gasps out breathlessly, “God, woman, just take me to the back room and I'll let you do, hah, anything, please!”
Ochako slides her hand into Himiko’s hair to pull her away from her neck. Ochako looks down at the slightly shorter woman, noticing her blown pupils and spit-covered swollen lips before smashing their lips together, disregarding her own pleas.
Himiko moans out at the contact, stepping backward as she pulls Ochako with her towards the back room. Himiko bumps into a few walls, before pinning her against the hallway wall.
“You don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted this,” Himiko breathlessly says, placing kisses everywhere.
Instead of responding, Ochako nudges Himiko slightly off her, receiving a confused look before she pulls off her shirt. A loud groan claws its way out of Himiko’s throat as she comes back in and starts frantically kissing her. Himiko takes her time in pressing kisses down Ochako’s body, keeping hard eye contact as she makes her descent. Reaching the relatively new tattoo on her hip, Himiko gives it a bite before slowly licking over it– all while making intensive eye contact. Ochako pants heavily above her while her fingers swiftly un-does Himiko’s hair to rake her fingers through the soft hair. Just as Himiko reaches the girl's pants and sticks a finger in the waistband, Ochako quickly pulls her up pressing her lips to hers.
“Take me to the room,” Ochako mutters as one arm draped over Himiko’s shoulder and the other has a tight grip on her sweater.
Himiko giggles before placing more kisses on Ochako’s lips and leading the way blindly. Stumbling around a bit more the pair finally makes it to the back room. The blonde pulls away only to shove Ochako down onto the couch before straddling her.
“God you’re so perfect,” Himiko breathlessly lets out, “I just wanna bite and claim every part of you.”
She then dips down to press kisses into her neck once more. One hand cup presses into her neck with a tiny bit of pressure while the other gropes her chest. Ochako lets out a shaky exhale as she reaches down to slide her hands up Himiko’s skirt, squeezing the girl’s ass. Himiko moans out softly against her skin before grinding down into Ochako’s lap.
Himiko groans as she leans back, getting a perfect view of Ocahko flushed pink under her in a red bra and unbuttoned pants before grabbing two handfuls of the girl's chest. The blonde leans over Ochako’s heaving figure, their lips a few centimeters apart, eyes half-lidded, “Red’s my favorite color, ya know. And holy shit ‘chako, I wanna paint you in it.”
Ochako gasps out at the proclamation as Himiko wastes no time and immediately starts kissing and biting into her chest, red marks blooming. The brunette slides her hands up Himiko’s sweater, tracing the sides of her slender waist, squeezing. Sliding a hand higher, her thumb grazes under Himiko’s bra, barely grazing the swell of her chest causing the blonde to let out a tiny moan, as she grinds down once more. Breathlessly the girls frantically put their hands wherever they can reach, moans and gasps of air filling the room. Himiko grinds down once more when Ochako lifts her easily and all but slams her down onto the couch, crawling over her.
“‘Chako, wha–”
“Take your damn shirt off.”
The blonde lets a feral grin paint her face at Ochako’s command before yanking her sweater off. In this position, Himiko lays on her back with her legs spread so Ochako can fit right in between. All the movement caused Himiko’s skirt to flip up a tad bit, revealing her black underwear.
“And to think that you didn’t want me, my god was I missing out,” Ochako breathes into Himiko’s abdomen as she plants kisses on every piece of skin.
“ah, you were the one, please ‘Chako, who teased and toyed- ah!” Himiko’s words get cut off with a sharp moan when Ochako bites into the blonde's thigh, placing a kiss there afterward.
“I don’t need back talk. I need you to take what you’re given, can you do that?” Ochako spits out condescendingly.
Himiko lets out another moan, “Yes, ma’am.”
Ochako grins, lowering herself to be face to face with Himiko’s crotch, separating her thighs even more. She places kisses and tiny bites along the inside of the blonde's thigh, as Himiko moans and wiggles in her hold. Himiko’s entire body is flushed a light pink as she lays there, thanking the universe for this Greek Goddess of a woman. Ochako hikes the girl’s legs up before licking a strip up the girl's underwear.
“Ah! Ochako, please!” Himiko moans out as her back arches and her hand darts out to grab at Ochako’s hair.
A short giggle left Ochako’s mouth before placing a soft kiss on the spot.
“Now, I know I fucked up and hurt my poor Himi,” Ochako starts with a pout as she slowly peels Himiko’s black underwear down her thighs, a smug grin covering any real sympathy, “So, how about I give you a formal apology that we’ll both enjoy, hm?”
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