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There’s a first time for everything , Shouto reasons. Even kinky strap sex. Especially kinky strap sex.
It was Denki’s idea at first, but Shouto immediately attuned to it, and Ochako was keen to agree. Stun Gun Hero Chargebolt provided everything: the scenario, the toys, and the incentive. If there’s anyone from their old class of 1-A who knows about sex—the good kind of sex—it’s him.
Admittedly, the novelties are an attractive addition. The blindfold is a deep crimson, smooth and cool to the touch, large oval shapes dipping down in a partial shade over her round, rosy cheeks. Shouto’s finger glides underneath it, over the bridge of her nose to the other side and back. Moving south next, he traces her lips, finally settling to stroke the little pink collar with a bell. The slightest pressure is applied to jostle it, just to gauge Ochako’s reaction.
Her collarbones jut forward, seeking more of his touch. Shouto continues to answer her, just as eager. Ochako’s lingerie is a fluttering, delicate thing. White and sheer, parting like the wings of a swan down the middle. A light curtain of the silky fabric bunches at her hips. It’s nothing too fancy, no fur on the cups barely covering her breasts or intricate patterns, but it’s just enough of a piece to highlight everything Shouto loves about her body. She looks so vulnerable like this—elongated and graceful—hands stretching above her head, cuffed and restrained.
Shouto stole them from his father. There’s a little extra satisfaction in the knowledge with the sound of every jangle and click.
A polite pause allows the echo to fade before they go on. Ochako’s nipples harden instantly as Shouto caresses them with his frozen fingertips, both chuckling at the impulsive invitation. They’ve issued a playful challenge to each other to get out of their instinctual elements. Shouto is thoughtful, but he thinks too much. Sometimes he assumes less is more and chooses the safer route. It gets in the way of what they both want—what they crave.
Ochako has her own hangups. She’s compelled to be useful and naturally driven; she’s surprisingly more stubborn than Shouto is about guiding their pleasure. The idea of topping Ochako for the first time makes Shouto nervous. If he’s distracted by enough new stimuli and if Ochako can’t see him, or physically direct him, it should make the transition easier.
In theory. Time to test it.
Shouto adjusts the harness crossing over his hips, making sure the strap is secure. They spent a long time trying out every dildo in the pile before he was sure of the one he wanted. It’s thick, with a knot before the base that caused Ochako to shiver as she wrapped her hand around it. Shouto was and still is right there with her; he only wished it extended in the opposite direction, so that he could slip it inside of himself at the same time.
Another night, perhaps. Tonight, it was all about her.
The underwear Ochako’s wearing is obviously for show, unpractically tiny to the point that her labia threatens to spill out, yet there’s something undeniably sexy about the way it sinks so easily into her pussy when he runs his fingers over her lips. There’s something even sexier in the slick sound of her opening up to him, already weeping when he follows it up with a wet, wide swipe of his tongue.
Even through her panties he can taste her arousal. Ochako is always so sensitive when it comes to oral.
Shouto turns his face slightly to the side, breathing hard through his nose, refusing to let go of her clit as it hardens between his lips. He would eat her out all night and day if he could. He does get a little lost in the memories of the hours he’s spent licking and sucking away at her cunt, snapping back to take control when she closes her thighs around his head.
Ochako squirms when he pulls away, making a little line of spit break in midair. She sighs, exasperated at the loss of an orgasm that was so close, but Shouto knows she enjoys the gentle way he edges her just as much as she enjoys the explosive sensation when she actually comes. Shouto gives her swollen clit a little rub before he pulls the panties to the side so her pussy can hang free. It’s all soaked now, full and flushed. He can’t help but give himself another taste—a true taste—pulling her open to get his tongue deep into her hole.
It makes him breathless, the way she shakes like she’s going to cry when he’s inside of her. His fingers, his tongue, the heel of his palm grinding whatever toy she begs for deep into her cunt. It’s hard to tell with the blindfold on, but Shouto is sure she’s squeezing her eyes shut based on the scrunch of her nose. She’s doing so well for him, trying hard to stay still. Shouto has a healthy respect for her authority and discipline. If Ochako really wanted to, she could stop him even without a safe word.
She won’t. Turns out, Shouto knows how to read her even like this. She wants it all as badly as he does—wants to stay exposed—defenseless by all appearances.
“Here, Kitten .” Shouto gives his best impression of a purr, helping her into a sitting position, checking that the quirk-canceling handcuffs aren’t causing any real harm. Ochako goes easily, chin down, wobbling thighs finding little balance until she falls into Shouto’s arms. The silicone strap nudges between her thighs and she gasps, remembering what they were there to do in the first place.
“Suck me off,” Shouto instructs, kissing her once first, quick, but soft. His hands in her hair guide her down; Ochako’s jaw stays hung open and ready from the start, dripping with saliva. It makes Shouto hungry to look at it.
“Good girl.” He says, easing her down on the tip. He lets her work her mouth by her own instinct, supporting her waist. “You like my cock, baby? Want me to... split you open on it?
Shouto blushes, grateful for the moment that Ochako can’t see him on the verge of stumbling through the words. Dirty talk doesn’t come naturally to him, but they’re already trying so many new things tonight that it’s hard not to get caught up in the momentum.
Ochako snorts around the strap until she starts to choke from laughter. She coughs as soon as she’s free, making a mess of flinging spit and the rattling chains at her lower back.
“Oh, Shouto.” Hack. “ Where did you hear that?” Another hack. “You know you don’t have to talk to me like that, right?
“I want to talk to you like that.” He frowns. “Do you not like it?”
“I like it.” Her voice is a little rough, but warm. “I like that you want to please me so much.” She grins coyly. “Give me that fat cock, baby. ”
“Okay.” Shouto shrugs and pulls Ochako’s hands over her head again, pushing her onto her back. He yanks her thighs open, and before she can finish her shocked squeak he’s rubbing the silicone over her pussy, spreading the slick and spit together around her hole. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He slides inside with little resistance. Ochako has fucked herself open on bigger dicks before, but never like this, never this close to Shouto, his thighs brushing against her as he holds her under her ribs to keep her from bouncing too far away from his thrusts. Ochako must be getting dizzy from the way she moans more than breathes, and flicks her head back and forth. Maybe he should try gagging her next. He could fuck her even harder then, make her scream at full volume.
It’s a beautiful sight, watching his cock disappear in Ochako, faster and more and more , as much as she calls for it, until everything resembles a blur. The knot slaps—heavy and loud—against her hole, not quite pushing in despite how insistent she is on taking it. Shouto grabs onto her breasts and slows for the next few seconds to tease her with its girth, barely offering the burn she craves. It’s not just about shifting their pleasure, it’s also the gift of respite—an opportunity for both to check in with each other, gauging their needs as they catch their breath.
“Like that?” He asks, running his palm down the flex of her foot to her ankle. “I can go faster. Harder. Whatever you want.”
“N-no! It’s good—oh, it’s very good!” Ochako’s blindfold creeps up her forehead on one side, revealing a single, glassy dark eye. She arches into each statement like she’s a bridge one cracked rung away from collapsing. “It’s perfect .”
“You’re perfect.” Shouto blurts out without a break between their exchange. He holds his breath in an unconscious reaction and regrets it when he starts to see spots. He straightens and slaps his cheeks to regain focus—gasping. Ochako is so close to gushing around his cock, he can’t stop now.
Her nails work hard to carve little crescent moons into her palms as he transitions to slow slaps to prevent himself from getting sloppy. Like this, he can admire the way he’s worked Ochako into a mess. The blush has spread to her ears, rivulets of sweat creeping down her neck, breasts sliding together in a hypnotic sweep. Shouto feels hotter than he ever has in his life—knowing he’s responsible for it—as if his mother’s quirk stopped working. He wonders if Ochako has somehow managed to get a handcuff off and around his wrist, and he was so focused on making her feel good he didn’t notice.
He certainly notices how she gasps into no sound at all when he tries a new angle out. Ochako curls her fingers along with her toes and clenches so hard he can feel the way her hips tremble to keep her from snapping free in one go.
“Right there, God Shouto—yes!”
Ochako drools when she cums, something Shouto thinks is adorable and Ochako has requested he stop pointing out every time it happens. With one hand closed around her throat to keep her compliant, Shouto starts to push the knot in. His other hand strokes her stomach, praising her through the gaps in her cute mewls.
“You’re doing so well, baby. I know you can take it, just like you’ve done before.”
Ochako wiggles her hips, pleased, sighing into a short orgasm seconds after the pop . Her entire body relaxes around it, but her whines indicate she’s having a difficult time finding the fulfillment she needs.
Easy problem to solve. It’s exciting to Shouto whenever his partner can’t quite get there without his support; he’s a helper at heart. Just as soon as Shouto can tell she’s settling into her frustration, he swipes the spit from the corner of her lips, dipping momentarily into her mouth to distract her. He pulls loose without warning, applying the slick pressure of his thumb to her still throbbing clit.
“ Yeah? ” He asks—tone dark and throaty—watching Ochako bite her lip and cant her cunt up toward the stimulation. Her legs cross over behind his back, heels doing their best to leave an indentation. He couldn’t wrench them apart even in the improbable event that he wanted to.
“Your... cunt is so tight around me.” Shouto groans, feeling filthy, but confident, when he sees how well the phrase lands. She sobs in small hiccups, matching the rhythm of his fingers rubbing back and forth. “I love the way you look and feel.”
“ Sh-Shouto !” She whimpers in a borderline distressed pitch that lets him know she’s close. Shouto yanks the blindfold off completely to catch the shine in her eyes as she’s dragged under then shot above, rolling into waves of pleasure. Shouto kisses her forehead as she shakes—overwhelmed—and keeps his lips there, letting the salt seep into the cracks. She’s so small when underneath him; he feels as if he could drop from no height at all and crush her. The amount of trust she puts in him not to means the world to Shouto.
“Come here.”
A perfect silence fits the occasion, their lungs expanding in a wordless, secret language. After years of navigating different expressions of affection, Shouto still favors these moments of hushed confessions. Ochako noses at his neck, allowing herself to be snuggled closer. The contractions need a few minutes to settle before Shouto feels comfortable enough to safely ease out, and in the meantime he is determined to hold her like a second skin.
“I love you.” The security of his arms say.
“ I love you too. ” The accent of her heartbeat returns.
Not for the first time, or the last time, Ochako falls asleep before Shouto can clean her up.