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Ochako had woken up to the swearing before she even saw the news. With the rise of certain villains, many of whom were using illegal substances to be reckless with their quirks, there had been a few different instances that made the news in the past week alone. Reading her phone, the news alert said it was two different events that caused the damage to their entire ward.

The first was a displacement quirk, which had torn up the streets and made some structures a hazard if not carefully secured. The other was a poison quirk. It had filled the main street leading to their apartment complex, and the entire neighbour had been breathing it in. In the end everything was shut down. To allow workers a chance to fix and rebuild things, their entire district was on lockdown. It happened from time to time with certain cases. 

“I just want to get out of this fucking apartment!” Ochako heard the howl outside her bedroom door, then the unmistakable sound of a knife on a wooden board. Shooting up from her bed, Ochako scrambled to the kitchen.

“You aren’t touching my carrots, are you!?” she shouted, skidding into the kitchen before promptly tripping and falling just on the opposite side of the island bench. Bakugou made an obvious ‘tch’ sound before continuing to chop. “I was going to make your mum that quiche she likes,” she groaned, sitting up and rubbing at the bridge of her nose. 

“Don’t be nice to the hag,” he snapped. Pulling herself up and onto the island bench’s stool, she looked at the food Bakugou was making. An omelette that smelled divine, and him in his natural state of anger, and surprisingly, amazing chef. 

“She gave me a really nice birthday present,” she shrugged, leaning over to steal some of the spring onions, only to have Bakugou swat her hand, hard. He never did anything half assed. Ochako shook her hand, holding it close to her as he continued to whisk his eggs together, making yet another omelette. Ochako didn’t expect one for herself - Bakugou usually ate huge meals to bulk up for when he’d train. But from all the reports, he wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon. 

“What was it? What was so nice of her to get you?” he asked, not looking at her. As his back was turned, she stole her onions, chewing on them innocently, trying to get away with not answering. Then, the bowl slammed down, and her attention snapped back to him. In his hand he pointed a knife straight at her. “Ochako! Was it fucking money?” he barked. Ochako shrugged, trying to pout at her roommate. 

“She heard I wanted something and didn’t want to be picky so she just gave me the money,” she explained. Bakugou rolled his eyes, moving back to his meal. 

“You’re so fucking cheap.” 

“You’re already sick of being in the apartment,” Ochako commented, still rubbing at the bridge of her nose. It was stiff and felt achy across her cheek under her eyes. The impact from falling threw her more than she realised. 

“I wanted to go for a run, now I’m stuck here,” he grumbled before he gripped under her chin, inspecting her face with narrowed eyes, “you’ll be fine.” 

“At least you have me,” she smiled before Bakugou shoved his hand away.

“Fuck off,” he said, flipping over the omelette perfectly, presenting it on a plate and handing it to Ochako. With his own in hand as he moved to the couch, irritated by the circumstances he was now stuck in, “eat your damn breakfast.” 

Ochako looked down at her meal then back to her roommate. “Aw, Bakugou Katsuki likes me, he made me breakfast,” she cheered, almost to herself.

“I’ll fucking take it off you!” Bakugou snapped.

“I’m eating, I’m eating!” she shouted back, racing over to the other side of the couch, eating alongside Bakugou. 

~

“I need an apartment,” Ochako grumbled, looking at the now empty shot glass. One apartment to the next, either evicted or they hiked up the rent every few months because of her name. Regardless of how rich or well paid people thought she was, she was still sending money to her parents, which made living on her own extremely hard. 

“Why don’t you live with Bakugou?” Kirishima suggested, “You work at the same agency, and he doesn’t live far from the main office,” he offered on behalf of the blond. Ochako looked over to Bakugou, his bottle of beer hitting the bar as he scolded a look at his friend. Ochako’s mouth went dry. 

“Bakugou? Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother h-” 

“Whatever, I’ll text you the address,” he sighed, pulling out his phone and his address coming straight across to her phone. 

“Wait, what?” 

“Do you want to sleep on a fucking bed or a couch for the rest of your life?” 

“A bed, preferably,” she replied weakly.

“I have a spare room that’s going to fucking waste,” he offered, before he rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. “The rent ain’t cheap but I can at least help out instead of you getting evicted every fucking month and sleeping on the floor of the agency,” he started to trudge off out of the bar. “Besides, it’s cheaper for me if you chip in, fucker.” 

Ochako called after him.

“Bakugou,” she shouted, only to be ignored. Rushing through the door, she caught up, grabbing hold of the arm of his jacket sleeve. “Katsuki, you don’t have -” 

“I’m just saying look at the damn apartment, round face, not marry me,” he snapped, looking at her in the cold breeze of November. In the light, the plumes of air that billowed from his nose looked like he was breathing fire - if she said the wrong thing, he’d burn her alive. “Do you want to or not?” he asked suddenly, and Ochako jumped. 

“I want to,” she replied without thinking, “but…” 

“Fucking what?” 

“Why are you ok with living with me? You don’t like living with other people. You kicked out your last three roommates, if I’m not mistaken,” she reminded. Bakugou began to walk, letting her walk beside him, his hands tucking into his pockets. Ochako held herself a little tighter.

“I know you, round face. You won’t piss me off,” he replied. Ochako sniffed, looking up at him.

“How do you know?” 

“Cause I fucking do,” he said, no need to explain. He knew. So she trusted him. 

~

After five years, looking over to the other side of the couch, Ochako wondered if he still felt the same as he did that night. It was an offer she took, going to see the apartment and loving it - even if Bakugou got the bigger room and the ensuite, she was just happy she got a room to herself. They found common ground, one takeout meal a week, and swapping meal duties every other day - though Bakugou prefered to cook rather than clean, but Ochako didn’t mind. They respected each other’s privacy, especially ignoring the visitors that came into their rooms and left when morning came. 

Well, sometimes anyway. 

Ochako would tease him occasionally, to which Bakugou joined, not outright insulting his overnight guests - but just something that bonded them together. 

From what Ochako knew, Bakugou didn’t mind her as a roommate. 

She didn’t mind him either. 

From breakfast to midday, they lounged around together - which was unusual, as Bakugou rarely liked to sit still, but he had grumbled about wanting to try it, as he had to get used to the passage of time this way. He didn’t enjoy it, as Ochako stretched out on the couch, feet in his lap, and every few minutes he was squirming. Ochako rolled her eyes and kicked into his thigh when he was becoming bothersome. 

Suddenly, in the middle of something they were both watching, Bakugou launched from the couch, pacing a little before Ochako got fed up with his behaviour. She could see the impatience in him, edging towards the balcony just outside their living room. Although their apartment was big, they had a balcony for fresh air, and plus Bakugou had put a punching bag out there to get some workouts in. Ochako occasionally did yoga out, when she knew the neighbours weren’t perving on her. 

“And you’re -” she started, watching as Bakugou took his tank top off, throwing it towards the couch, landing somewhere near Ochako’s feet. She rolled her eyes. “We get it! You’re trying to impress the girl across the way!” 

“Shut the fuck up, like I’d ever fuck horse face,” Bakugou turned to her as he wrapped his fists to protect his knuckles. 

“I was talking about the flower girl, but the horse girl? That do something for you?” she joked. Bakugou grunted, fist meeting the punching bag hard enough to send it swaying lightly.

“Go back to your fucking chick flick, damn idiot,” he replied, huffing before he moved around, on his toes to manuver himself to the bag. Ochako followed his advice and went back to her show, lounging further into the couch, finding the perfect groove to get as comfortable as possible.

Ochako had to admit, she had watched from the corner of her eye, especially when her show dragged on - she always found some fascination with his workout. He had always favoured using his hands, she found, preferring to box at home when he could. He was an extremely skilled fighter, but when he could, he wanted to punch something as hard as he could. 

The crush she harboured, small and burning like that of a candle wick in a pool of wax, made her stares feel more heated than she wanted. He was a remarkable case of a hero if she ever saw one, but it shouldn’t have made her mouth water. When she asked to live with Bakugou and he had said yes, she told herself to push those feelings aside - she was better than that. He was her friend after all. 

Yet, she held out hope to see his body in any way she could. She marveled at his toned arms and physically amazing body. As a hero, of course. Nothing more, she reminded herself. Any time he walked past, Ochako got the faintest scent of caramel wafting towards her. When his barrage against the punching bag ended, Ochako quickly looked back to the TV, just as the credits of her movie started playing. She looked up as he walked back into the living room, and Bakugou gave her a slight nod as he went to his room and shut the door. It didn’t take long for her to hear the shower, and her attention was brought back to the TV again. Some show that had lost her attention far too long ago was on. She could catch up she supposed. 

Over the rest of the day, Bakugou resorted to calling around to the agency, to check in and rage about not being in the field. If he had the chance, and wouldn’t be arrested, he’d climb out onto the balcony and launch himself to the agency himself. Hell, Ochako was considering floating herself there, and it had only been a few hours. Maybe it was because she felt like, for the first time since moving in with Bakugou, that they were too close. That her skin felt like it was on fire - because she was the only person he could possibly draw his attention to. Being seen by him always made her feel like she was in high school - nervous and crushed by a crush. 

Ochako on the other hand wanted to get some much needed catching up on her social life. Her room was a mess, her finances weren’t that much different, and she needed to bring herself out of a rut - she was so focused on work, she was almost like Bakugou. She’d work out, she’d train, she’d go to work, and need to relieve tension that had built in her. Meeting people was hard - a few flings from high school kept her preoccupied from time to time, but Ochako mainly found her dates at bars. But because of her lifestyle, the job of being a hero was long and never ending - everything always seemed to end in disappointment. 

After Bakugou had made dinner, they sat at the dining table, facing across from each other as they both watched a news report. Once again, Deku was there to save the day on one of his many missions. Even though the two were on better terms than their childhood, Bakugou still rolled his eyes whenever the green-haired hero came into the news. Ochako was still friends with Deku, but once again, their jobs kept them from enjoying each other’s company. 

Once it was all over, and the pair was left in silence once again, Ochako arched her neck from side to side. She really should have taken a note from Bakugou’s book, tried to be more active - one day of rest and she was already feeling like she was getting soft around her edges. The sleeve of her shirt slipped from her shoulder, and it took her a moment to readjust. Once she had, she felt a heat from across the table. Looking up, her eyes met Bakugou’s.

“Want to fuck to pass the time?” 

Ochako choked on her pasta, splurting out her breath as she tried to regain herself. Her face felt like it was five times redder than it should have been. She could blame it on the choking, couldn’t she? “Oh god, you’re disgusting,” she said, though her words were harsh and wheezing.

“It was a suggestion, no need to get all fucking uptight about it,” Bakugou shrugged, spinning his fork and keeping his eyes on his food. 

“I get it, you didn’t get laid last night, but that’s a little desperate don’t you think?” she tried to joke, though she had to admit...it was her own little insecurity that kept her from saying yes. Ochako saw the women he brought home - the thought he’d willingly pick her was insane. 

“You took so fucking long writing your damn report, I didn’t get a chance to go out,” he snarled at her, and Ochako scoffed. 

“And then you’d be stuck with that girl indefinitely,” she reminded. To that, Bakugou’s face softened, realising the mistake. 

“I think I’m kind of glad I didn’t bring someone back here,” he said, his fork clinking to the empty dish in front of him. 

“See, my terrible reports have finally paid off for you,” Ochako beamed back a smile, to which it received nothing in return. 

“You will need to get better if you ever want to work on another fucking mission with me,” he snapped, reaching over and trying to grab Ochako’s bowl. She knew she couldn’t stop him, instead, she put as much of the food in her mouth before he took it away completely. 

“But we’re Zero Gravity...we’re awesome,” she mumbled with a mouthful of food. 

“Keep telling yourself that, cheeks,” Bakugou said, smirk on his lips, and Ochako followed after him, helping him wash up. 

Going to sleep that night, Ochako found it hard. Most nights she did, an emptiness that invaded her bed - one that plagued her for so many years. It was occupied from time to time, but it was never truly filled. She tossed and turned, wishing that she could take the night off from her brain and rest. That, however, was not in her nature, and unfortunately, she knew what she needed to do. She tore her blankets from her body and moved to the living room. The lights were still on, and on the couch sat Bakugou, foot on the couch as his elbow rested on his propped up knee. 

“What the hell are you doing up?” he asked. Ochako didn’t need to ask - Bakugou always hated staying at home, too much energy in his body for him to sleep calmly. 

“One of those nights,” she shrugged. Bakugou rolled his eyes and gestured for her to sit next to him. These sorts of nights happened from time to time. The first time it happened, she didn’t expect Bakugou to be so willing to stay with her until she felt comfortable to fall asleep. But he did, and after that, it just became their normal. They didn’t tell anyone - it felt wrong to betray one another that way. 

“Need to rant about some shit?” he asked as Ochako plopped down beside him.

“No. Just wanted to get out of my room,” she sighed, moving against him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” he grumbled. 

“I just…” she started, almost going to defend herself, but soon, she felt Bakugou’s arm go around her shoulder, and she knew she could stay there for a little while, “just shut up for like five minutes, ok?” 

“Whatever,” he scoffed, pulling her closer to him. 

She hadn’t even realised it, but just being in his warmth made her fall into a slumber that she had craved for months now. 

Waking, she was pressed up in her bed, cuddled in her sheets and feeling amazing. Which annoyed her. Jumping from her bed, she raced into the kitchen to see it barren. Ochako frowned, creeping to his bedroom, and found Bakugou still tangled in his sheets, fast asleep. One of his pillows had fallen to the ground, and Ochako took her chance. Snatching it up, she slammed it down onto him. Bakugou immediately sprung to life, hands crackling, ready to attack, only to see Ochako and growl angrily. 

“What the fuck!?” he roared, voice husky as he tried to wake up. He struggled against the light of morning, and exhaustion was written into his body.

“Stop taking me to my room! You can just kick me awake,” she snapped, though watching his tired form, she felt bad. What she really wanted was for Bakugou to not look after her so much - it was complicated, and made her feel like he pitied her somehow. It didn’t feel right. 

“You have trouble sleeping, round face. If I woke you, I’d have to stay the fuck up to make sure you go to sleep,” he replied, an obvious tension in the air with his anger, “get the fuck out, it’s too early for this shit.”

“It’s 7am! You’re always awake,” she replied, hands on her hips. Bakugou grumbled, turning over away from her. 

“Not when I don’t have work, and I stayed up until fuck early so you could get to sleep,” he snapped, trying to find comfort, but his frustrated sigh told her enough - she’d woken him up.

“I’ll make breakfast,” she said, almost turning back out of his room. 

“Coffee, not breakfast. No need to set the whole damn apartment on fire,” he replied, yawning. Ochako pouted, but went to the kitchen and made sure she brewed the strongest coffee she could - if she didn’t, Bakugou may actually kill her. She knew his wrath when he was tired. 

As Ochako moved around the day, fixing up her room as much as she could - rearranging it before pulling it all back together again, she felt like she hadn’t accomplished much over her day. With her hair up, strands of it falling in her face, she emerged from her room, loose clothes dangling from her shoulders. She felt exhausted, her limbs feeling like they could barely function - but years of training and being a hero, she knew she had more power in her than just moving around furniture. 

Her midday meal was more like a snack, with a few sweets and an apple to feel like she was accomplished - but she wanted to do more than just moving her furniture around. From her position in the kitchen, she had the perfect view of the balcony, Bakugou doing his same routine from the day before - pummeling his way through yet another punching bag. At this rate, she knew she’d be looking online for another one by the end of the day. Yet, there was a frustration to him that Ochako couldn’t explain - sure, he was pent up from being stuck in their apartment, but the tension that tightened his shoulders, grimace on his face far more intense than usual, it was all worrisome. 

Before she could go out to check, Bakugou had faced her, his features softening before they became aggravated once more. The stare made her stomach do flips, maybe a sort of fight or flight response, but she had no time to react as Bakugou stormed back into the living room and charged at her. 

“I need to spar.” Without a second to process his words, Bakugou grabbed hold of her wrist, dragging her to her room. 

“Wh - Ah! Bakugou you’re pulling me too tight,” she recoiled, and once he let go, he looked her over. 

“Get changed, I’ll move the furniture,” he huffed, moving back into their communal space, and Ochako rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not moving it back this time!” she called out, changing her top and jumping into a pair of tights. 

Coming back out, slowly strapping up her hands to avoid any harsh actions, Bakugou was already bouncing on his feet, stretching out to limber up, but already that seemed to be fair easier for him. Ochako tried to hurry up, get ready for what Bakugou was willing to dish out, but even that seemed like too long for him. Before she could confirm that she was ready, Bakugou was already throwing a fist her way. Ochako leaned back, kicking up and into his stomach to give herself some distance. 

It seemed like their entire spar was even - they were trading one offense to the others defense. They had made it a ground rule not to use quirks indoors, as the landlord probably wouldn’t be able to handle the repairs that would come with Bakugou’s attacks, or Ochako’s gravity. A spar with these two could end in blood or bruises, just depending on how hard they decided to go. They both fed into each other, especially in a fight. When they had first trained together, Ochako had thought she’d be frightened - but his own rage seemed to fuel her own. 

They ended up fighting for roughly fifteen minutes before Ochako decided to throw in one extra attack, kicking up towards his face, only for Bakugou to catch her ankle. He smirked, allowing himself a moment to readjust and give her an impressed look. 

His hand heated up rapidly against her ankle, and Ochako winced, trying to pull away. She didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but he was dripping sweat at this point, so it could have been anything. 

“Ah! I give! I give!” she cried, Bakugou’s hand letting her go, and she tumbled to the ground, laying on her back. Panting and worn out, she thought she was let off the hook, but once Bakugou’s shadow loomed over her, Ochako could be in for another beating. Bakugou stood over her, feet either side of her waist, and he suddenly bent down, hovering dangerously close to her. 

“You’ve gotten better,” he said, eyes narrowing in on her as though she were something to marvel at. Ochako found it hard to find her voice, her whole body feeling like it was on the verge of overheating.

“I can almost kick you in the face now,” she said, sliding up to sit across from the crouching blond.

“You could, but I’m too fast,” he smirked to himself. Ochako shook her head, turning from him and undoing the tape that laced around her fingers and knuckles. 

“Ok, Ground Zero, we get it, you’re good, stop stroking your own dick,” she scoffed. She expected a round of yelling and further sparring, but from where she sat, untying the straps around her wrists, she swore she heard him growl. Ochako snapped to attention, looking over her shoulder to him. “You say something?” she asked. 

“You’re a pain in the ass,” he snapped, standing and moving towards his room. 

“Takes one to know one,” she replied, sticking out her tongue before he turned. Before he could see it, she went tight lipped, watching him scowl back at her. 

“Great comeback, remind me to come to you when I need to take down a villain with only my wits,” he scoffed, opening his bedroom door. 

“Oh fuck you,” she replied, watching as he closed his door and left Ochako on her own. 

Ochako showered, taking herself to the kitchen and grabbing ice. Proppering herself on the couch, turning on the television and letting herself relax and recover. The part of her ankle that was scorched wasn’t terrible - he’d given her far worse in the past - but it felt tender and in need of some rest. For the most part, Bakugou stayed in his room for the rest of the day until it was dim out, night brought in quickly, and dinner was ready to be served. Bakugou had a simple rice dish, and they ate it all quickly. 

Still remaining on the couch, Bakugou sat at the other side, letting her feet rest in his lap, fixing the ice when it became bothersome. Even so, Ochako felt like something was off - that he was treating her just a little more fragile than normal. Maybe it was because of his hand on her ankle, rubbing at it slightly to ease some form of pain or tension. His fingers were delicate against her, but she noticed, somewhere in the evening, that his touch traced up her calf - as though he wanted more of her. But...that couldn’t have...

“Do you know how to leave a woman alone!” she snapped, pulling her ankle out of his grasp. Her face felt hot and her skin felt like it was on edge - if he touched her again, she’d do something she’d regret. 

“What’s with you?” Bakugou snapped, looking over to her. Ochako scrambled to the other side of the couch, trying to create distance between them. 

“What’s with you !? You’re being all clingy,” she snapped, half joking - but Bakugou didn’t always take care of her like he had been doing that night. It felt like he was trying 

“Cheeks.” Bakugou’s arm swung over the back of the couch, looking directly at her. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she said, her throat going dry, a shiver going down her spine, pooling in her belly. 

“I want you to answer seriously,” he said, stern as always. 

“You’re being really serious and it’s freaking me out,” she tried to laugh, but her heart was racing, “what?” 

“Do you want to fuck?” 

“What!?” she exclaimed, almost laughing, “You can’t be -” she paused. “You...actually want to have sex with me?” she started to giggle, only to think of something. “Is this because you haven’t had a girl come around here for like twenty four hours?” His expression didn’t change. He was waiting for her to answer, but all she had done was avoid the question. 

The truth was, she had thought about it. Since high school, Katsuki had always been someone that challenged her - to be a better hero, to stay focused, challenged her to be a better version of herself - and through all of it, something slipped, because any time he paid her attention, it felt like she was seen. Deku had always acknowledged her, but Katsuki...he didn’t pay attention to just anyone. 

She was someone. 

“Do you mean it? You’re not being mean and gonna pull the rug out if I say yes?” 

“When have I ever done that?” 

“That’s true,” she replied. And yet, when she expected a snappy comeback, making her bite her tongue and say no - he said nothing. He waited once more. “I...” she stopped herself. It was like her heart was hammering a beat that was so fast, she couldn’t recognise the rhythm of herself anymore. “I want to.” 

“What?” he said, but it wasn’t a confused question. He was trying to define it. The question made her cheeks go hot. “What do you want?” he asked, shifting up, almost leaning right across the couch. 

“I want to…” she choked on the confession. “I want to have sex with you,” she confirmed, not meeting his gaze. 

“Thank fuck,” he whispered, just as his hand cupped her chin, forcing her face up to meet his. In one sharp movement, his lips crashed down onto hers and his weight suffocated her own. She hadn’t expected Bakugou to be so eager - let alone kiss her. He said he wanted to fuck...she’d seen how he stumbled into their apartment - girls always wanting to be clingy, but he never let their lips touch. As far as she knew, he didn’t do it - didn’t like to. 

But he should kiss women more often, because even as their lips met, she felt herself lose all sense of everything. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body gave over to his fully. Ochako slipped down further into the couch, giving Bakugou the perfect opportunity to lay his weight down onto her, hand slid underneath her back and pull her closer. His hands were hot, like they had been when they sparred earlier. 

There was a part of her that knew why he was so frustrated - with the way his hands dragged over her skin, savouring the moments he could...just to touch her. He wanted to do something, he wanted to fuck. But why her? She looked a mess the last two days? 

All thoughts of insecurity left her as she felt his mouth trail down from her lips to her neck, sucking at the apex of her neck and shoulder. Either it was a spot that she hadn’t realised was tender, or Bakugou’s mouth was a wonder. 

Hands in his hair, Ochako moaned into his mouth, feeling a groan reverberate through her chest, his hands clinging to her tighter. Why did he have to make everything feel like she was losing her mind - sense lost and her toes trying to curl into the couch cushions, to no real gain. She wanted more of him, tearing his shirt over his head and curling her fingers into his hair and dragging nails down his back, just to pull him closer. It seemed like Bakugou had similar ideas on the matter. She didn’t need to help much, Bakugou’s hips grinding down to hers, and even through his sweatpants, she could feel a hardness that hadn’t been there before. It took her breath away just thinking about it.

When air suddenly hit her, and Ochako was left wondering what was going on, she was tugged up from the couch and brought to her feet. With a screech and a puff of air escaping her as she landed on his shoulder, Ochako was stuck staring at the muscles across Bakugou’s shoulders and back. “Where are we going?” she asked a little breathlessly, hands scaling up his back to try and get some semblance of being an actual person and not just his play thing. 

“I’m not fucking you on the couch, cheeks,” he said firmly. 

“We can walk there, you know?” she said, because frankly, she missed kissing him. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” he said, pausing his strides to bite down hard into the top of the back of her thigh. Ochako yelped, Bakugou essentially biting into her ass for his own sick game. But she didn’t care - it didn’t bother her. In fact, it made it all feel a little more wild and reckless, something she’d never truly felt before. 

Without much grace, Bakugou kicked open the door and threw Ochako down onto a mattress. Bakugou’s hands went up her thighs, moving her tights down her legs, and making her hips rise to get them off easier. The action made her heart race, hands bind into her sheets - only to realise they were in fact her sheets. 

“Wait, my room?” she blushed, watching as Bakugou grinned. 

“You got a problem?” 

“My room is never going to be the same again,” she said, voice small and worrisome. To that, Bakugou merely scoffed. 

“ You’re never going to be the same, cheeks,” he corrected, before diving straight back to her mouth, lips harsh against her own, teeth latching into her bottom lip as his hands roamed her body. 

Hands slid up her shirt, slowly moving it up and past her shoulders, their kiss breaking for only a moment. He drew his body close to hers once more, his erection pressing up against her belly - and she couldn’t help but arching into him, begging for that length to be inside her. She craved it like she’d never craved sex before - needy little thing, desperate to be fucked. 

Bakugou’s mouth moved down her body, sucking at a tender spot on her neck again before it trailed down further, biting into the cup of her bra and tugging it down with his teeth. No grin could tell her what Bakugou had in mind, as her nipple went in his mouth, teeth teasing at the crescent. Ochako yearned for more, biting at her lip as she fiddled with the clasps on her back. In a second, she flung it aside and Bakugou gathered her in his hands, eyes closing as he savoured the taste of her breast in his mouth. Ochako shivered as Katsuki growled into her skin. 

It didn’t take Katsuki long to move away from her breast, biting into the sensitive underside of each before nipping his way down her stomach, hands gliding down to move her underwear down without much effort at all. When he ended up between her legs, he sucked two fingers between his lips before he slid them over her clit. For the first time since it had all started, his fingers were almost dancing - light to the touch as he spread her lips apart, teasing at her entrance just to get a rise out of her. It worked, her back arching off the bed.  

His fingers went inside her, mouth warm to her clit, and Ochako felt like she was falling apart just from the small strokes he laid over her with just his tongue. With every stroke of his tongue and fingers curling to reach for the spot that would make her weak, Ochako felt herself heave - breath coming so ragged, arching from bed as she panted for a breath that didn’t want to come. It was all spurred on by the tension that was building between her thighs, her core acting like a coil, wrapping around itself and waiting to snap. 

He had power in those hands, and those far beyond his quirk.

“Katsuki,” she moaned, and from between her legs his tongue and fingers froze. Ochako whimpered, looking down to be met with blazing crimson eyes that narrowed in and everything was like it was a moment before, but amplified. Katsuki’s tongue worked over her so well that she couldn’t help but fist into her sheets, his fingers pumping into her without any regard to how it really felt - it was almost torture, but one that she welcomed between her thighs. 

The sound of panting and wetness were all the noises that ran through the air. At first, Ochako bound her hand in Katsuki’s hair, but she felt like she was losing a fight over and over again with the combination of his tongue and hair. Every few seconds, she gripped hard into her bed sheets, feeling the rising tension in the pit of her belly, before long moans left and her hands fell apart. 

The back of Ochako’s hand met her mouth, trying to soften the cries she was creating, only to have Katsuki snatch it away. “Don’t cover your fucking mouth,” he snarled, “scream for me, cheeks.” It was a demand. If she didn’t, he’d be making her life misery - or worse, he wouldn’t finish what he started. 

“Kat…” she stuttered, “ Katsuki!”

“God you’re so beautiful when you scream my name,”he mumbled, licking over her sensitive skin. 

“You haven’t even fucked me yet, you think I’m done screaming?” she panted, trying to be confident, but that only spurred him on - making Ochako weak in comparison. 

Binding and unbinding her hands proved to be an exhausting effort; it felt like she was pouring all her effort into not reaching her climax. With Katsuki’s eyes staring up at her as she was coming undone, she felt like she needed to prove she could last - but he was proving to be a master at everything he did. At the end of her rope, climax mounting so quickly, Ochako’s back floated up from the mattress. Her thighs squeezing around Katsuki’s ears, her breath coming in short bursts until it Katsuki became her undoing - teeth scraped at her clit, and she was gone, falling back down to the bed. 

In a massive explosion of noise, they fell to the mattress, and Ochako just tried to gather her breath back - feeling lightheaded and out of her wits to function normally. 

“I think you’re going to need a new bed,” Katsuki laughed, and Ochako lazily got up on her elbows. Her bed frame was destroyed - repetitive elevations and hash releases cause the poor legs to snap and the mattress had fallen to the ground in its wake. 

Ochako looked around, stunned, combing her hair out of her face. “Did I -” 

“You’ve never done that before, huh?” he smirked. 

He sounded proud, and her heart twisted - what the fuck was he doing to her? 

Katsuki sprung up, gripping the back of her neck and forcing their lips together. Oh god, the taste on his lips was her, and it made her stomach feel like it was full of butterflies. She’d never been treated like that - like she was something to savour and taste, to be adored and wanted. Sure, she’d been eaten out before, but fuck, why did Katsuki have to make it feel like it was something entirely new to her. 

“Katsuki,” she moaned. When he attacked her neck again, biting down and kissing her roughly, she realised one thing was for sure - his name had power over him, and the way she said it fuelled him to act like an animal. She loved taming the beast in her bed. Bringing her hands up to his face, she forced them apart to stare back at those eyes, red and frightening to everyone else but her. “I need you inside me,” she panted, mouth ajar, frantic to be kissed again. 

Not needing any more convincing, Katsuki pushed his pants down, boxer briefs following after, kissing her all the while she reached in between them. Her hand was on his cock, stroking it with tentative fingers, swiping the precum over the tip just to hear him groan the way she wanted to. The noise poured into her mouth and she felt like she was in heaven - perfection was on top of her, and it was about to be inside her. “You got anything?” he asked, an impatience to him. She nodded, trying to get to her bedside table, but Katsuki was ahead of her, fumbling through her drawers and finding the condom amongst the mess. 

Ochako was lost in lacing his shoulders with kisses and bites that she didn’t realise how quickly he put the condom over his shaft - the only reason she knew he had was because he thrust into her so fast and hard, she lost her breath. Head falling back against her pillow, she clutched around the back of his neck, legs binding around his hips as they remained still. 

Katsuki breathed into her chest, sighs so hot that it felt like he were setting her breasts alight. Her chest rose towards it, aching for the warmth. No convincing needed, teeth scraping over the top before he recaptured the nipple he had favoured before. As they clutched to one another, his hips slowly started to roll and Ochako held on tighter, gasping in tight breaths. “Don’t stop,” she begged, voice so much higher than it normally was. 

“Like I’d ever,” he replied in a growl, his cock almost slipping out entirely, only his tip left inside her, before he charged forward. Ochako cried out, nails purposely digging into his back. Katsuki groaned, his pace evening out to allow them both the feeling of...well... all of it . It wasn’t long before the feeling that had erupted in her only a few minutes before was building again. Every thrust that Katsuki gave to her made her roll her hips, trying to meet him - build the small friction between them further. 

With his mouth leaving her breast, he went back to her lips, panting every few thrusts. Ochako hadn’t realised how fragile he’d sound - some desperate hidden in him, whatever he was feeling was getting so much deeper with every movement both of them made. Her hips bucked against his, chasing the feeling faster than she could have thought she could, moaning in his ear until it came flooding over her so fast, she hadn’t a chance to even scream. Her teeth went tight as the tightest whimper left her, hips unable to move and thighs clinging around his hips - all the while, Katsuki worked wonders over her, his pace faster than it had been before. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, stealing her lips briefly, forehead resting against hers, “you are so fucking tight. So beautiful how you take my cock,” he moaned, and another thrill went through her, edging at the spot where his tip ended up. He was burying himself inside her, relentless and god so fucking amazingly. She whined before kissing him again, making it last and moaning to suffocate her pleasures onto his lips. 

“God, just fucking scream for me, cheeks,” he said, hand moving up from her back, and slipping delicately over her throat. 

“Oh, Katsuki,” she whimpered, hand gracing over his, tightening his hold. He growled into her, eyes focused on hers as he pounded into her without mercy. Not that she’d want it - she wanted to be ruined by his cock - the only thing that would ever truly satisfy her again.

“You like my cock that much, huh?” he said, breathing becoming more ragged then ever. 

“Yes. Oh god, yes , keep fucking me with that huge cock, Katsuki !” Her words were not her own, something deep inside her pulled them from her lips - and god did it work wonders for both of them - a frenzy of hips, their pace erratic, both chasing down their orgasms, fighting for the ending they so rightly deserved. 

Every exhale was a moan, begging for her release, and when she thought she couldn’t get anymore desperate, Katsuki’s hand slipped in between them and circled his rough fingers over her clit. From there, her moans only became sharper, every noise she made from inhale to exhale was on the edge. She was clutched into his bicep, watching as he grunted, sweat dripping from his hair, and body arching into hers so beautifully, she thought he had to be thinking of someone else - there was no way he saw her and could perform so fucking well. He made her a screaming mess in such a short amount of time it was ridiculous.

“I’m gonna..” she stuttered, her chest rising from the bed, hips jutting out to meet Katsuki’s thrusts. His hands slipped from her body completely, binding in tightly to the mattress. Ochako replaced his hand, continuing to stroke her clit. “Oh god, Katsuki , I’m gonna cum,” she squeaked, his lips at her jaw, not silencing her how she thought he might. The realisation dawned as her moan ripped through her chest and sung from her lips - Katsuki wanted to hear her scream. She moaned his name over and over again, just as she heard the faint sound of crackling beside her. 

As she heard Katsuki grunt, long and wheezing into the side of her neck, Ochako realised what had happened. In one blinding action, Uraraka’s mattress went up in flames and exploded across her room, sending the pair to the ground. They both grunted, forced apart by the impact and laid out on their backs in the aftermath of what they had done. Ochako panted, holding her hand to her chest, trying to see if she was in fact breathing or she was playing dumb. It was hard for her, in that moment of pure ecstasy, what was reality, and what was her euphoric afterglow. 

“ Wow ,” she panted, arms laying over her chest. After the heated encounter, she didn’t expect to so so bashful - but it had ended, and they were themselves. Being naked in front of him was far too indecent now. 

“You bet your fuckin ass ‘wow’ cheeks.” 

“I’ve heard the girls that come in here, but I get it now,” she admitted, cheeks flushed with a confession and exhaustion. Katsuki moved, pressing up to her side to look down at her, moving the strands of hair that had fallen in her face.

“Is that right,” he asked with a smirk. 

“Oh shut up,” she said, shoving his shoulder. “How the fuck did you learn to fuck like that?” 

“Practice,” he shrugged, lying back down, hands underneath the back of his head when he relaxed, “you don’t need any,” he said, looking back over to her. This time, Ochako rose, looking down at him, resting on his chest.

“Really?” 

“You can’t be that fucking dumb to think you aren’t good,” he said, hand going to her face, thumb pinching at her cheek. She snagged it away but couldn’t help but keep smiling down at him. 

“I’ve only had sex a few times, it isn’t like I would really know,” she admitted. 

“You need better fuckbuddies,” Katsuki scoffed. 

“Like who?” 

“Me.” 

Ochako’s cheeks went hot in a flash, not knowing if he were serious or not. “Ha!” 

“I’m serious,” Katsuki replied, voice unwavering. Ochako glanced over, feeling a smile slowly creep onto her lips. 

“Round two?” she asked, a slight inkling of hope coursing through her. 

“Ten minutes,” he said, not even missing a beat. 

From the corner of her eyes, there was something she had been ignoring, but it was getting a little out of hand now. 

“I’ll get the fire extinguisher,” she said, finding her shirt on the floor and slipping it over her shoulders as she moved out of her room. Living with a hothead - quite literally - a fire extinguisher was a handy thing to have around. And her mattress was charred and essentially in pieces of its former self, were still ablaze from his damn quirk.

“Oh fuck,” he said, calling out to her once she was out of the room. “You think amazon or some shit sell mattresses?” he shouted, and Ochako only giggled, finding the extinguisher hidden underneath the kitchen sink. 

Maybe everything didn’t end in disappointment after all. 

~*~*~

When Ochako woke the next morning in Katsuki’s bed, his arms curled around her after what would have been their third - or was it fourth? - round of fucking over the apartment, she was sore. In between her legs was tender, and her throat felt hoarse after screaming most of the night. Glancing to the blond that slept in such peace, Ochako felt her chest flutter, knowing she was one of the few that had ever truly seen it. Pursing her lips, she crept out from underneath his arms and tenderly took steps out of his room. 

Once she got clear of his door, she went to her room and dressed in loose clothes. She tried to put on a damn bra but found even that was restrictive - her whole body was on edge, everything that touched her body seemed to set her off, even her underwear was proving to be somewhat uncomfortable. 

She wanted to brew some coffee, but her legs failed her and she ended up on the couch, lounging on her stomach to ease whatever tension had built in her body. No villain fight could compare to the workout that Katsuki had put her through. She was practically a dead woman walking. 

It was only a few minutes later that Katsuki came out of his room, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his hand. Ochako picked up her head, smiling sheepishly towards him. 

“Morning,” she mumbled, resting back onto her arm. Katsuki moved around the kitchen - or at least she thought he did - so when his hands ran up the back of her thighs, moving her shirt over the slope of her ass. “Katsuki, you cannot be that eager,” she laughed, gasping as he pulled her underwear up to rub it against her slit. She mewled, sighing as he let the pressure wane. He kissed a cheek on her ass before he hovered over her, pressing down into her back. She gasped feeling the hard length that had been inside her many times over. 

“Wanna take a fucking bet,” he said, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. Katsuki moved back between her legs, face diving back to her wet lips between her legs, pulling aside the underwear, only to snap the band completely and tear them from her body. Ochako didn’t care, the excitement urged her on to a point where she didn’t mind whatever Katsuki did to her. 

Her hips jerked up to his mouth, his satisfied grin printing into her cheeks before his mouth started to devour her yet again. Ochako gripped into the cushions, trying her hardest not to grip all five fingers, but with every stroke of his tongue, Ochako was left speechless and gasp for air, her purchase in the couch was her only saving grace. It wasn’t long before his tongue was getting her off, calling out his name in tiny sighs, almost floating the couch with how much she wanted to grip into something. 

“So now you’ll fuck me on the couch?” she asked in a giggle, trying to regain her breath, but as Katsuki’s hand replaced his mouth, two fingers slipping inside her with ease, she was rendered his little plaything all over again. 

“I’ll ruin you in every room of this apartment, cheeks, just fucking wait,” he said at the back of her ear. Ochako whimpered before feeling him shift his weight - over her shoulder watching as he found a condom in the drawer of the side table and sheath it over his length. A moment later he was teasing at her slit, only to sink in, rolling his hips to enter her in a slow - almost agonising - way. Ochako moaned, clutching at his wrist that bound into the couch cushion she rested on. 

She wondered if he was just allowing himself a moment to get her used to him. When they first had sex, it was frantic and wanting, neither of them completely caring about the other - just trying to reach their own ends to wind the night down. Or at least it was supposed to be. It wasn’t Ochako’s fault that Katsuki had a dick like a greek god and he knew how to use it like one. Maybe Ochako wasn’t that bad either. 

It wasn’t until Katsuki’s hips withdrew from hers and snapped back as violently as possible that Ochako just wanted to see how far he could push the moans that escaped her. When she felt his cock go as deep as it did, she squealed, long whining and pitch like that of an opera singer. She had never been fucked so thoroughly and she enjoyed every second of the little tortures he placed on her body. 

“Take my cock so well,” he murmured, kissing her neck and Ochako sighed, loving his length pressing up to her core, “love hearing you moan, every time I fuck you hard,” he praised and everything in her wanted more. Begged for it. 

“Yes,” she sighed, holding tight to his wrist, “harder,” she pleaded. 

“You want it, you take it,” he said, his chest leaving her back, and she whined from the lack of warmth that he had been radiating. He jerked her hisp back, making her sit back on her heels, and she glanced over her shoulder, watching as Katsuki sat back - completely relaxed and waiting for her. Ochako bit her lip. Flinging the shirt over her head, she swivelled around, knees moving to either side of his hips and hands on his shoulders. 

Katsuki positioned himself perfectly so as Ochako braced down, he filled her evenly and made her head fall back. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to sit back into his length entirely - she wasn’t sure if she were scared to or if her body wouldn’t allow it - but the small breaths he gave of frustration kept Ochako going. Katsuki’s hands went around her back, pulling her close and his mouth descended on her chest, peppering kisses to her skin and nipping over the sensitive buds on her breasts. 

To aid Ochako, Katsuki’s hand slipped from her back and moved to her ass, making her swivel her hips every time she came back down onto him. She gasped, not realising how fucking fantastic the sensation really was - and the way Katsuki groaned, baring his teeth as he watched her move made her feel powerful sitting upon him. 

His hands were so tight in her ass cheeks, she knew she’d have bruises there the next day - but the action only spurred her on the more. She wanted him to ruin her like all the times he promised, the call to it feeling so natural, she’d willingly go to it once it finally rang out to her. 

“Yes,” she sighed, mouth ajar as she breathed in harder and harder. 

“You like that, angel face?” 

“Fuck,” she swore, trying to regain her composure enough to look him in the eye - but it was so damn hard. When she finally did, the red that stared back made her go weak, unable to keep her pace. To that, he slammed her down hard into his lap, making her take him to his hilt. “yes, yes I like that,” she moaned, her head flying back. Katsuki forced her back up, hand on the back of her neck, making her look at him.

“What do you like?” he said, a smirk on his face. Ochako bit her lip, moving to a pace again, but she was becoming more frantic, just as Katsuki’s hand released then bore down onto her ass cheek in one thunderous clap. She moaned, tight and hands binding to his shoulders - nails dragging in skin. He chuckled, doing it again and she cried out once more, her brewing orgasm on the rise, and by the way Katsuki was thrusting up to her, she could tell his own was coming soon too. 

“I like when you slap my ass and fuck me hard with your cock,” she replied, hearing him moan, face as her sternum as he tried to suffocate his moans into her skin, “shit,” she cursed, trying her best to keep up her stamina. If he could, so could she. But it wasn’t much use, as she wanted to be wild, to get there before he did - she didn’t care about winning, she just wanted to reach her climax so spectacularly, maybe he’d fall apart too. 

Each time she sunk down onto him, taking him fully and without restraint, Katsuki’s moans were louder than she had ever heard them - grunts and moans that could be like tearing a man apart. With every noise he made, it kept her going - and made her feel like she was so fucking special, she wanted to bring him to his edge and have him - 

Before she could even think about it, her orgasm came, clamping down on his length and had her clawing at him for safety. Katsuki bucked up, holding onto her as he came hips still before pumping into her a few times, though slow and hard. They came together, making each other their own weakness. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips jerking up and making Ochako jump in his lap. She tried to ride out their orgasms as easily as possible, but she’d twitch and have to rest her hand back on his thigh, trying to not get carried away. He just kept doing things to her that she didn’t realise were driving her to be a mad woman in bed. Or on the couch, for this instance. “You could kill a man with a pussy like that,” he moaned, head leaning back. Ochako kissed at his pulse. 

“I think I just did,” she laughed, to which he moaned, holding her close and not wanting to leave her. Even as he softened inside her, Ochako still didn’t want him to leave. 

The rest of their Wednesday they spent either fucking or eating. 

The same could be said for their Thursday, always ending up in Katsuki’s bed with messy hair and limbs too tired to be functioning anymore. 

Yet, Ochako found that waking up beside Katsuki was a beautiful thing - and maybe, quite possibly, she had been the only woman to ever see it. Who had ever stayed the night to see him so thoroughly worn out, he was a beauty in the bed beside them? Ochako felt like she had been the only one. On Thursday, waking before he did, she curled into him more, sleeping soundly to the sound of his heartbeat. 

It also didn’t hurt that when she woke up again an hour later, Katsuki was once again between her legs, eating her to perfection to wake her up. 

She really loved waking up to those crimson eyes. 

~*~*~

Ochako felt like she’d never had so much sex in her life. When they had started, it was a Tuesday night, and it felt nonstop to that Friday morning. Even as she showered, there was an inkling between her thighs that begged her to go back to the bed and start where they had left off the night before. Yet, her legs ached, the junction between her thighs was so tender it felt like it had been bruised. 

“Hey! Stop wasting water,” Katsuki barked, stepping in behind her. She had jumped at the sound of him, but sighed once she saw him. Ochako stepped aside, allowing some of the spray to hit him. By just doing that, she noticed the erection that made her mouth water. 

“They’re not going to turn off the hot water,” she said, clearing her throat. 

“You don’t know that,” he murmured, grabbing hold of her waist.

“Katsuki,” she whined, feeling his hands roamed, fingers edging at the crescent of her breasts, ready to play with her some more. She really didn’t know how much more she could take. 

“Anyone ever tell you, you look so fucking beautiful when you cum?” he whispered, making her purr. She hated the sway he had over her. A few days of fucking her senseless really wore her down - in more ways than one. 

“I’m still tired, you really wore me out,” she complained. 

“I can wear you out more, bury my head in between your legs until you’re screaming my name,” he said, pressing a kiss to her neck. Swatting his hands away, she moved out of the spray to allow him in. 

“Keep your hands to yourself mister,” she warned.

“Fine,” Katsuki pouted, getting completely under the spray, lathering himself up in the process. Regardless of the cold air that touched her, Ochako felt like she was on fire. Temptation won her over and she wrapped her arms around his back, hand moving down his stomach to take hold of his cock in her hand.  “Wh-” he started, and Ochako pushed her chin up onto his shoulder as he looked over to her. 

“I said hands to yourself, I didn’t say anything about my hands,” she teased, pumping her fist over him a few times, slow and knowing it would be agonising to do so. He was a girthy son of a bitch, probably one of the reasons Ochako was so sore, but to take him in one hand was harder than she thought. Instead of worrying, she continued to draw her fingers over him, again and again, watching as his mouth hung open and his hands crashed against the wall of the shower. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, watching her hand stroke over him so well. She chewed on her lip as she watched him

“Hands to yourself,” she reminded. 

“You’re gonna make me bust the damn tiles, cheeks,” he said, planting his hands back to the wall, though she noticed the tension in them now; what he’d do with those hands if they could grip into her soft skin, only the bruises that were on her currently could say for sure. 

“We’ll get them replaced,” she grinned, watching him and panting slightly, because watching him fall apart was so fucking amazing. “You’re being such a good boy,” she said, losing herself to the moment. 

“Oi, knock it off,” he grunted, but his head fell forward, teeth latched hard into his bottom lip. 

“Only good boys get to have my mouth around their cocks,” she teased once more, “do you wanna be a good boy, let me touch you anyway I want?” 

“Y-yes,” he choked before he growled, “fuck.”

“Do you want me on my knees for you?” 

“Yes,”

“Then beg.” 

“What?” he said, almost spinning to her. Ochako’s grip got tighter, pumping him a little faster than she had been before. “Why the fuck shoul - oh, fuck ,” he grunted, the small popping sound giving away that he was nearing his limit, especially when Ochako saw the crack that had now formed in the tiles. 

“If you want me, on my knees, letting you have your way with my mouth, you have to beg for it,” 

“No,” 

“Then we’ll just leave the bathroom and pretend like none of this ever happened,” she said, releasing much of her grip and stopping her motion completely. 

“None of what?” he asked, fear at the edge of his words.

“Any of it,” she shrugged, looking at him with a soft pout.

“Ochako,” he said, the word choked at the back of his throat, “please,” he said through grit teeth. 

“Please what?” she asked, grinning - knowing she was winning. She finally realised how it must have felt for him. 

“Please suck my cock,” he begged, and Ochako kissed his shoulder, moving around him as he switched the water off, Ochako landing on her knees as the water drained out of the shower. “Fuck, you look so fucking good on your knees for me,” he said, hand going to her hair.

“Wasn’t I the one that’s meant to be praising you?” she said, continuing to pump his length. 

“You’re gonna be letting your mouth do the talking any second n-” she didn’t even give him the chance to continue before her mouth enveloped his cock, “Holy shit,” he grunted, throwing his head back. 

Her tongue swirled over him, taking him as far back as she could before she released him, pressing a kiss to his tip, licking at the precum that seeped from the head. He was so fucking hot when he was at her mercy - and it made her feel like she was dripping wet. She wanted to touch herself at the sight of him, instead, she focused on him, taking him and bobbing her head to the length he had. 

His hand gripping hard into her hair, his own will guiding the pace he wanted rather than the other way around. Her tongue danced over him, sucking and caressing him in all the ways she knew how. She felt like she was pulling out all her tricks for him, but wasn’t sure if she was doing enough. 

“No!” Katsuki shouted, tearing her shoulders back and hoisting Ochako to her feet. Fear flooded her, hot disappointment running through her belly. “I’m fucking you if it’s the last thing I do!” he shouted, tugging her up to wrap her legs around his waist and his mouth crashed onto hers. The fear that was once there was gone, and accomplishment took its place. Katsuki took them out of the bathroom and went to his bed quickly, tumbling down until he was on top of her, cock primed at her slit. 

“I ain’t gonna last long,” he said, and Ochako knew he was selling himself short. He could last, but the way he looked at her - he didn’t want to.  

“Just cum for me,” she said, panting, waiting for him to be inside her. “I love good boys that cum inside me,” she said, knowing what she said, but not fully sure she meant them. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing hold of her hand and pressing it to her clit, “touch yourself.” She complied with his demand and he dove into her without much grace, just a desperate need to fuck her. She loved it, arching off the bed as he held onto her hips with urgency. His pace was insane, unlike anything he’d ever done in the past few days. She felt dizzy, her ecstasy so close, her fingers aiding him to their mutual ends.  

“Right there,” she moaned, hearing him grunt with every thrust, her toes curling as her thighs held tight into his waist. “Oh god, yes, you’re such a good boy with that hard cock,” she cried, hand on the back of his neck, eyes locked, “fuck me harder.” 

“Yes,” he said, softly, almost as though he were praying to her, “fucking always,” he moaned, stealing her lips as her fingers worked over her faster. 

“I love…” the words caught in the back of her throat. She wanted to say it, wanted it to be free of her - but lust was spurring her on, she didn’t want him to think of her like that; caught up in sex and led her down to feelings. “I love your cock,” she said, her brow pinching together as she felt herself at the end of her rope. 

It didn’t take long for Katsuki to pour inside her, stilling over her as her fingers got her to the end. She cried out, clutching to the back of his neck. 

Ochako knew she shouldn’t have let it happen so fast, to let him cum inside her like that, but she didn’t care - after everything, she wanted to feel him as fully as ever. He was amazing, and feeling him pour into her, so warm and filling, she craved it more. Falling to her side, Katsuki chuckled to himself. 

“Since when do you talk like that?” Katsuki asked, panting on his back.

“Like what?” 

“Like the shower,” he asked, looking over to her. “I’ve also heard the guys you bring home, and you’ve never gone all mistress dominatrix on them,” he said, and her cheeks felt red hot. 

“Maybe I did it when you weren’t here,” she shrugged, but he was right, she’d never done it before - be brought something out in her that she liked. 

“We both know that the guys you bring home only wanna fuck you cause you’re Uravity, they don’t wanna please you,” he laughed looking back up to the cieling. Ochako frowned, his words hurting her more than she realised they might. 

“So, I’m not appealing outside of the fact I’m a hero?” she asked, not looking at him. She was afraid of herself in that moment. What she’d do. What she’d say. 

“What? I didn’t -” 

“No, you said that I’m only fuckable because of the hero name I have,” she said, biting her lip and refusing to look at him. Ochako stood, moving out of his room, snagging one of his shirts and letting it drape over her as she left. Bakugou fumbled after her, jumping into his sweats. 

“You’re getting all worked up over something I didn’t even say,” Bakugou said, reaching for her and spinning her to face him. When he looked at her, his anger softened, chest shimmering from the rage he had just been hurling. Ochako felt her bottom lip wobble as she looked at him. 

“Then what the fuck did you mean! Because to me it sounded like you’re saying I knew they wanted me as Uravity and only wanted to fuck them back,” she shouted. 

“I’m not talking about this when you’re so -” 

“Fuck you,” she snapped, readying to go to the front door but found it was a dead end. “I can’t even storm out of my own apartment because of that stupid fucking villain,” she screamed, going to her room and slamming the door behind her. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. He didn’t mean it like that. 

But what if he did? What if that was all this was? Every moment where she thought she was cherished, that she was wanted beyond what all the others were, was just like the rest. Every look changed, every moment with him felt tainted by her own anxiety. 

From behind her back, she felt the door shift, as though something were resting on the other side. That was when she felt a sob leave her - unable to contain it anymore. It was her imagination - that Bakugou would be on the other side, longing for her as she did him. Letting herself crouch down onto the floor, she held herself tightly, containing the cries from the silence of the apartment. 

Soon, she heard Bakugou’s door slam. 

She was right. Everything did end in disappointment. 

For the rest of the day and night, Ochako stayed in her room. She went out for food but even then she ignored Bakugou if he were around. But when the night was winding down, she realised she needed to go sleep on the couch. Her bed was completely destroyed and sleeping on her floor was not what she wanted to when her body was so tender. 

A knock came to her door at the time she thought Bakugou was disappear into his room and she could sneak out. Instead, she curled herself up and faced away from her door.

“Oi, come to bed,” he grunted. 

“I am in bed,” she said, bringing her knees up to her chest. 

“You’re on the floor where your mattress used to be,” he said, though it was a fact that she was acutely aware of.

“Whose fault is that!” she spat over her shoulder. 

“It’s mine,” he said flatly. Bakugou was closer than she thought, especially when she heard the shifting of clothing, Bakugou obviously bending to her side. 

His hand rested on her hip, the warmth of it so welcoming as it had been all the days before. She wanted so desperately to fall into it - to be his, but he didn’t want her like she wanted him. He wanted something to fuck. She wasn’t wanted, curling herself tighter. 

“Oi,” he started, hand gripping tighter into her hip. She shifted uncomfortably, torn between her pride and her desire. “You know I hate silent treatment shit,” he said, and she did know. She didn’t know why she was taking it out on him - she was just frustrated. “I normally like it when people don’t talk to me, but not you,” he said, voice quiet. 

“Just go away, Bakugou,” she said, though her body didn’t want him to. She didn’t want him to. 

“I didn’t mean you weren’t...desirable,” he said, but the word was foreign on his lips, as though he hated even saying it. “I meant…” he stopped, and she looked up, his gaze away from hers, as though he were thinking - formulating the right words. “I meant that they didn’t appreciate you. You’re a hero, and they wanted the woman you are,” he said before a growl, almost spitting the words that had come from his mouth. 

“Bakugou…” Ochako turned to him, his hand remaining on her to slip up to her waist. 

“They didn’t take their time with your body,” he said, looking her over, hand tightening as though he were holding himself back - that the wanting of her was almost unbearable, just touching one part of her was not enough, “they wanted to fuck you, but they didn’t want to bring you to the edge, have you screaming their names. I want you to always scream my name,” he said, voice husky, dragging out as he looked at her. 

“Katsuki,” she said, rising up to sit across from him. 

“Say it again,” he asked, eyes hopeful. 

“Katsuki,” she said, his forehead leaning against hers.

“They wanted to fuck you, but they could never get you off like you wanted. Never asked what you wanted to do,” he said, his other hand going to her free waist, holding her so delicately, like she’d break if he held her any tighter. “You like to please, but want to be in control of it, don’t you, cheeks?” 

“ Katsuki ,” she said once more, her voice coming out like a whine, begging him to come back to her. 

“I don’t like saying what I mean, I hate it. But I’m...sorry, if it hurt you or whatever,” he tried, to which Ochako giggled.

“You’re a real charmer,” she replied. 

“Fucking, fine! I tried to -” 

“Take me to bed,” she interrupted. 

He didn’t need anymore encouragement. Katsuki’s hand slid up her thigh, dragging her into his lap, their lips barely parting. Gripping around the back of his neck, her legs tightening up around his hips, they were bound together - giving Katsuki the perfect opportunity to scoop them up in one easy movement, walking them to his bedroom, falling into walls just to get another moment to kiss Ochako as deeply as he wanted. In their moments, pinned to walls or doorframes, he holds her against his chest, pouring each ounce of desire onto her. It isn’t lust, it isn’t ignoring tension that has been between them - it fuelled it, the passion they held for one another. When he kissed her, he wanted it to last - rushing it would ruin the moment, to ignore the perfect shape of their bodies together. Ochako found she could fall in love with just the way his hands held at her waist. 

“Too many clothes,” she whined. Katsuki pulled his shirt over the back of his head and she aided to get it off and he in turn helped her take her own shirt off. When they finally made it to his bed, they were frantic to get their clothes off, freeing themselves of the burden between them. They wanted to be bare, to show each other the raw passion that lay on the surface if the other dared to taste. 

And they both wanted to taste. 

Their lips found each other again, and within a breath, Katsuki was inside her. Ochako breathed his air, clutching onto the back of his neck as his hand was in her waist, guiding her hips to take his cock, drag them together so perfectly, it was like everything else didn’t matter. 

“The others, they didn’t fuck you like this, did they?” he asked, and Ochako chewed on her bottom lip, Katsuki’s hand binding into the sheets beside her. 

“No,” she whined, hand bound at his wrist, save for her pinky. 

“They couldn’t make you beg,” he growled. 

“No,” she shook her head.

“You want to beg, don’t you?”

“Yes, always,” she said, only to be met with harsh hips that stopped suddenly - the building tension in the pit of her stomach lost. “No! Why…” she cried out, hand holding tight to his bicep as he stilled within her. 

“Beg, angel face, how about you beg?”

“Please Bakugou,” she pleaded. Katsuki shook his head, eyes stern with her. 

“That’s not what you call me,” he replied, voice like gravel, tearing into her. She whimpered at it, knowing what he wanted from her. How she wanted to give it right back. 

“Katsuki,” she whined again, her hips circling, trying to get some friction. She hated that he wasn’t moving. 

“Again,” he demanded. 

“ Katsuki!”

“That’s what I like to hear, cheeks,” he praised, kissing her and driving into her with force. She hiccuped a breath, moaning in a ragged and needy way, trying to contain herself, but as he kissed her, his own moans mouth into her skin - she didn’t care. She wanted him to hear her, how good he made her feel. 

He was right, he was the only one that made her feel wanted - who cared about pleasing her. Katsuki wanted to fuck her, but do it right . The one way she’d ever want it again.

The tension in her body, making her hips snap to his, roll against him was quickening - she was frantic for her release. It didn’t take long before she was scrambling for 

“Oh, god, Katsuki,” 

“I’m right here,” he said, his thrusts becoming erratic and needy, and she chased him, looking the feel he gave over to her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, hand on the side of her cheek. 

“Right there,” she cried, clawing at his back, holding onto him for dear life as she finally felt her orgasm arrive, spinning her out of control and warmth filled her belly, sparking a need within her. Katsuki pumped into her twice more before she felt the heat that filled her that morning seep into her once more. It was so satisfying, to just feel it within her, to have him cry out into her shoulder as he gave her everything he had. 

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, holding onto each other, just to keep them from parting, but it was heaven to her. 

“Ochako?” Katsuki growled. 

“Hmm?” she purred, hands in his hair. 

“Let us down.” 

“What?” she said, looking up at him. 

“Did I really fuck your brains right out of your head? We’re on the roof, cheeks!” he said. Ochako was in such a daze, she hadn’t even realised she’d done it.

“Oh... hehe... sorry” she said, cheeks flushing as she allowed them to float back down to his mattress. He held her, kissing at the side of her neck, trailing beautiful kisses along her collar until they hit the mattress and he was finally able to curl himself around her. She loved his arms around her - it made her feel so much safer than anything had ever made her feel. 

They didn’t speak for a while, and Ochako felt like she was completely spent, trying to wander to her slumber, but everything about that night set her alight. She felt cared for - loved even - and she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to hold him and kiss him, and have him make her scream his name at least five more times. Ochako just wanted him fully. 

Her eyes were fluttering shut when she heard Katsuki sigh, as though something were wrong. She didn’t budge, but it did bother her. 

“Why did you have to come into my life like that?” she heard his voice, it was soft, barely a whisper, breath touching at the back of her ear. She didn’t react, thinking it was best not to face him - he always had trouble making eye contact with her, emotions stunting his way of speaking. “I want you so fucking badly...more than these goddamn nights...” he said, and it was then that she realised; he thought she was asleep. From the way his voice didn’t raise as though he were speaking to her, and the soft strokes of his thumb on her shoulder, as he had done the nights before to lull her to sleep. 

She wants to cover her mouth, to hold in any gasps, but she didn’t dare move. Instead, she bit her lip, keeping a steady breath. “I want you to be mine…” he trailed off. Keep going. Please. “I’ve loved you since we were sixteen. For so many damn years.” 

Ochako’s heart clenched. 

“I wish I could fucking tell you,” he sighed, holding her closer. 

Her lip wobbled. Did she even dare…

She’d been bold enough, she could…

Ochako tossed over, and Katsuki stiffened. His jaw went slack before shutting tightly, eyes wild with hurt and anger. Her heart was screaming at her, and it won out - her hands reached for his face as she dipped her lips to his, pulling herself as close to him as she could. He didn’t react at first, hands completely still around her body, until his arms tightened, tugging her into him. 

“I love you, Katsuki,” she breathed, her heart at peace. Katsuki stared at her, eyes searching for a lie. “I should have said…” she started. “I want you. Please don’t regret what you said. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it, it’s -” 

“I don’t want to pretend,” he said, forehead to hers, breath a little heavier than it had been before. “I want you.” There was a gleam in his eyes. “I love you.” 

Katsuki rolled on top of her, kissing her slowly - slower than he had ever kissed her before - making it all last. Her heart had never felt so full, and when Katsuki’s hand slipped into hers, fingers lacing together with the tightest hold, she never wanted this moment to end. 

For the first time, she felt what it was like to be loved - because as they rolled in his bed together, panting and swearing out their pleasures, all the while their eyes spoke words they couldn’t. Every second Ochako found it harder and harder to leave his eyes - needing to watch them as she came apart because it was more than just the mounting friction of their bodies, it was so much more than she could possibly say. 

It was love. 

They both felt it, clutching to one another as they came at the same time, bonded in more than just rough sex or playful fucks around their apartment. It was only them, in their bed together, tangled amongst each other and never wanting to leave. 

When all was said and said, Katsuki cupped her cheek, looking at her with dazed eyes and wonder in his gaze. She’d never felt such emotion from him before. He didn’t speak, but there were words on his lips, scared to say what he wanted to. 

“I know,” she whispered to him, his eyes flicking to hers. “I do too.” 

To that, Katsuki cracked a grin, kissing her sweetly before curling his arms around her body - they were in complete bliss. 

~*~*~

Waking the next morning, Ochako was alone, and ultimately she was cold. She looked around for any sign of him before hearing noise in the kitchen. Finding the bed sheet at the bottom of the bed, she curled it around herself, hanging it around her shoulders, yawning as she made her way to the kitchen. 

There, she found Katsuki cooking away as he had been doing at the start of the week. But everything was different now. She smiled at him, but as soon as he looked at her, he looked away, her smile fading and chest feeling tight with nerves. 

Why won’t he look at her? Why can’t he even met her gaze at all? He was obviously glancing her way, why couldn’t he just look at her?

“So,” she started, sitting at the stool across from where he was cooking. “we are pretending?” 

“Pretending what?” he snapped, irritated by her accusation. 

“That we didn’t say that we loved each other last night,” she reminded, to which Katsuki only shook his head. 

“No, not pretending,” he said. 

“Then why can’t you look at me?” she said, her voice wavering as she felt her bottom lip tremble. Katsuki sighed, turning off the stove top and glancing back at her. He moved to the island bench where she was. His hands braced on the counter. 

“Because if I look at you in that damn bed sheet, I’ll fuck you on the counter and we’re running out of condoms,” he snarled, finally looking at her with the hungriest eyes she’d ever seen on him. Her stomach did flips. She bit her lip and smiled to him. 

“You know I’m on birth control right?” she said, standing up and making her way towards the hall, leading to his room. 

“No way. You’re gonna get mad when I fucking ruin your a-” he didn’t have to chance to finish as Ochako dropped the sheet to the floor. Maybe his brazen attitude had finally rubbed off on her. 

“What were you saying, Ground Zero ?” she asked, her bottom lip going between her teeth. 

“You’re gonna fucking get it, angel face,” he smirked, ripping the tank top off over his head and bounding towards her, capturing her legs and lifting her over his shoulder. She giggled before being thrown onto his bed, him following after with far less clothes than he had been just a second before. 

Ochako had to admit, if she woke up like that everyday, she would never hate getting up in the morning.

~*~*~

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Ochako asked, hand tracing the line of his cheekbone down to his jaw. 

“Does it fucking matter?” 

Ochako shrugged. “Could have saved a lot of time.”

“Huh?” 

“I liked you in high school too, you know?” she laughed, to which Katsuki scrunched up his face, “don’t make that face. You were the first person that saw me as someone who could be a hero. You pushed me to my limit, and made me better,” she confessed, cheeks feeling hotter than they should have. 

“So you fell for me cause I kicked your ass,” he said with a smirk. 

“I liked being someone that was different to you,” she said, smacking at his chest before laying her palm down on it, his heart underneath it. She could feel it beating so fast, it made her own mimic his. 

“You’re the only person that’s pushed me that far,” he replied, “at that time anyway,” he shrugged. 

“Is that so?” she said, very proud of herself. 

“Couldn’t look at you the same after that,” he said, stroking her face once more. “Ochako,” he sighed and her heart clenched.

“Say it again,” she asked, almost a little too breathlessly. Katsuki smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, nose nudging nose. 

“Ochako,” he said, low and gravelly. 

“God, you’re intoxicating,” she whined, diving on top of him before kissing him with everything she had left. Katsuki smiled against her lips, holding her to his chest and letting his hands wander over her form. She’d never get tired of his beautiful hands.

~*~*~

They got word on Sunday afternoon that everything was fixed and that they were able to go back to work when they needed to. They both had their Monday shift to be concerned about, so most of Sunday afternoon and night they exercised. It kept them busy and their hands off each other. They made it clear they didn’t want others to know just yet, especially as heroes, it made everything a little harder. But eventually. 

Katsuki was out earlier than she was - being number two was definitely harder work than being number eight, but Ochako’s rank didn’t bother her. When she was called in to the scene for rescue, Katsuki still being the badass he was in villain control, they often caught sight of each other and smiled, urging each other on. 

In the end, the villain was taken down and there were no civilian casualties. They did a great job and were commended for it all day. 

In the elevator, just the two of them, Ochako smiled and looked at her boyfriend - tilting her head to him in awe as she realised she got to call him that. Her boyfriend. 

“What you starin’ at, round face?” he asked. 

“My boyfriend,” she said quietly. His attention snapped to her, his cheeks slightly flushed. She giggled, turning her attention to the elevator doors that opened. They walked together towards the coffee pot and she grabbed her mug and poured some for herself. She offered the pot to Katsuki but he shook his head. 

“You did well out there today,” he praised. 

“Is that so? Do I get a treat when I get home?” she asked, to which Katsuki growled back, almost clutching at her side. Then Kirishima came in, forcing Katsuki to move away from her and towards his desk, opposite Ochako’s. She sat down and began to log the report for the day. 

“Hey, did you guys hear the couple in your building last week?” Kirishima asked. Ochako took off her helmet and began to drink her coffee. 

“What? No?” Katsuki replied, a little annoyed he was being asked anything at all. Ochako caught his gaze burning into her. 

“There were like five different reports that they were causing a ‘disturbance’ but because the police couldn’t get there, we had to tell them it wasn’t a big deal,” Kirishima laughed, and Ochako looked up at Katsuki, brow furrowed. She took her cup to her lips, listening to the two talk. 

“What kind of disturbance?” Katsuki asked. 

“Dude, they were fucking for a week straight, and neither of them could shut the hell up,” Kirishima laughed, to which Ochako sprayed her coffee across her desk, choking in the process. “You ok, Ochako?” 

“Peachy,” she choked, coughing and excusing herself to the kitchen. 

Wiping herself down and making sure to clean up her coffee mug and sigh at the completely embarrassing situation. 

“We’re a public disturbance now,” Katsuki said, making Ochako jump, her entire body feeling defensive. 

“You…” she started, but with that stupid smirk on his face, she felt her resolve loosen, and her heart hammering. “Shut up,” she grumbled, feeling Katsuki’s hand slip in between her waist and the benchtop. “Hey, we’re at work,” she replied, voice hushed as to not draw attention. 

“I don’t care if we’re at work,” he said, voice low and hitting a point in her belly that made her want to whimper. She arched up into him, her forehead resting against his. She desperately wanted to kiss him, but the risk felt -

“Oh, now I get why you didn’t hear anything,” Kirishima’s voice rocked through them, tearing them apart from one another in a sharp jump. The red haired hero turned, bounding towards the other heroes that had huddled around desks. “Hey guys! I won the bet, pay up!” he called, and Ochako felt her face go so hot, she would have been the shade of a fire hydrant. 

“What fucking bet!?” Katsuki shouted, watching as he stormed off after Kirishima, who had now taken it upon himself to start running. “Get back here shitty hair!” 

Even with the chaos that surrounded Katsuki in general, and being a hero, Ochako felt happy - content even. She was loved. And it felt perfect. 

Ochako would never be disappointed again.