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It all starts with a game of Never Have I Ever.

Ochaco should really know better than to play when Mina is there. Ochaco loves her, she does, but the girl is absolutely shameless and it regularly comes back to bite her in the ass. Not that she regrets the fact that one of those games had led to her sleeping with the other future hero, but that’s entirely against the point.

They’re gathered in Mina’s room with wine coolers and a bottle of vodka for a girls’ night. Jirou, Momo, Tsu, Mina, and herself. Along with Kaminari, who absolutely invited himself, but none of them complained. Some days his hands shake, but the vape that Sero had gifted him helps and when they don’t he’s the best out of all of them with nail polish. At the moment, Ochaco is staring into her wine cooler with a frown as everyone else but Tsu drinks when Mina airily announces “Never have I ever done anal.”

Kaminari’s gold eyes track Ochaco curiously over the rim of his can. “Really? Not even when you were dating Midoriya?”

Her nose wrinkles a little as she flushes, leaning back against the side of Mina’s bed, pulling her knees to her chest self-consciously. “I mean, it never really came up. We only had fully penetrative sex like, twice? Not that it was ever bad!” She holds up her hands, partially in defense of Izuku and partly because she doesn't trust herself not to float herself to the ceiling. “We were each other’s firsts, and he was always really infatuated with Todoroki, so it was nice while it lasted, but I’m just happy he’s happy. And! It’s nice he had a first with him as well.”

Mina stares at her for a moment before her head shakes. “Babes, you are literally too pure for this world.” Ochaco flushes, her shoulders rolling as she tucks her hands against her can as she does. "But there's nothing wrong with it. I'm actually more surprised that most of the people here have." Her gaze shifts to Momo. "Todoroki?"

The creation hero's eyes are wide, and she is blushing a little. "Um. Yes and no? I pegged him, but we only ever had vaginal sex otherwise. Jirou indulged my curiosity but anal didn't do much for me." She shrugs, ducking her head a little. "Not bad, but it's not my preference for penetration."

For a second, Ochaco is distracted by the fact that even when talking about sex, Momo always sounds so composed. She can’t help but wonder if that’s more upbringing on her part that she doesn’t think about anymore or something she still works on intentionally. Even after a few drinks, her posture is picture-perfect and her cheeks are only a little flushed.

“I mostly like it if my partner does.” Jirou offers, rubbing her hand over Momo’s thigh with a comforting smile. “Giving or receiving. So, with Denki, he liked it so I did. Momo doesn’t, and it’s not something I need or feel any sort of loss about.” She shrugs easily, leaning into Momo’s side. That urges the taller girl to finally relax a little, smiling as she looks at Jirou.

It’s a very sweet moment, and it only lasts for a moment before Mina hums with some sort of consideration as she taps her chin. “So interesting. I mean, I get why some afab folks don’t enjoy anal, but I think it’s great. But like, I get it when your partner enjoys it it makes it better. Dildos feel good but it’s not the same when you can’t feel your partner come from it.” Her eyes flick to Kaminari, bright with her head tipped. “Denks! Weigh in.”

Gold eyes blink at her slowly, pausing midway through a sip of his drink. There’s a crackle of electricity on his cheeks that happens when he blushes, but he clears his throat, shoulders rolling. “Sure. Uh, Tsu, are you chill with this? I know we talk sex a lot, but like. In general terms.”

Tsu blinks at him, head tipped a little. “It’s fine, ribbit. I’m not interested in sex for myself, but it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Besides, I know that if I ever said so, you’d all change the subject, ribbit.” They all nod their agreement, and the frog-like girl nods. “So, it’s fine. As long as you don’t mind that I have nothing to contribute.”

A laugh escapes Mina as her head shakes. “Oh please. We have more than enough to share between us. We’re just glad you put up with us.” She pats the other girl’s shoulder with a grin. “Now, Denki.”

The blond sighs dramatically, his head tipped back. “Fine, fine, okay. So, like. My opinion on taking it up the ass is kind of moot because I’ve got a prostate and that’s pretty awesome, you know?” He shrugs, shoulders rolling as he settles back a bit. “Like, I know people with a prostate aren’t obligated to like anal or anything, so that’s kind of just my opinion. But there are also like, other nerves and stuff and for me, it just feels good.” Kaminari rolls his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck slowly as he shifts in place. “In terms of fucking, like, there’s no point if your partner doesn’t like it, you know? It’s different than vaginal sex, sure, because it’s a different body part. But, if I was to ever commit to a monogamous relationship and they were afab and didn’t like anal, it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Could you really go through life without getting fucked yourself?” Jirou is grinning at him, her brows lifted as she tips her head at him from Momo’s shoulder.

Kaminari makes a face at her, his head shaking. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I just said I wouldn’t need to put anything in someone’s ass. Which is also saying, if I was with somebody who was assigned male at birth, I’m not sure I’d really be happy just bottoming all of the time.” He shrugs a little, leaning back on his hands. “Which is why I highly endorse polyamory. I can let my shameless slut flag fly, and know that I’m getting all of my needs met while also knowing that who I’m with can also get their needs met, especially because I know I can’t be everything someone needs either.”

“You make that sound so easy. It just feels like…” Ochaco shakes her head with a sigh. “Monogamy was just so… normalized, I guess. I feel like people would get so possessive of their partner and just… fall apart.”

Kaminari considers her carefully, nodding slowly as he leans forward a little with consideration. “We’re taught monogamy. I won’t go into the whole history of why, but it’s a learned thing honestly. And, yeah, I guess some people aren’t all about it.” He shrugs, glancing at Jirou and she just nods. “But it’s just a matter of being honest and open. It’s something I’ve always been upfront about. And, most of the Bakusquad is down with it.”

“Bakugou shares Kirishima?” Momo blushes at her apparently impulsive question, but her dark eyes are wide and curious, and Ochaco can’t help but agree with the question. The couple tends to be attached at the hip, but she doesn’t necessarily spend enough time with them to know any different.

Mina snorts indelicately. “They don’t advertise it, but yeah, he does. He’s not a brat tamer, and sometimes Kirishima needs to be brat tamed. Whereas Tetsutetsu can brat tame both of them. Which is damn impressive.”

Ochaco’s eyes narrow for a moment. “Is… That why he was in the Class A dorms tonight?”

Mina’s grin is salacious, and Kaminari groans dramatically. “He will kill me if he knows you all know that.” He drags his hands over his face slowly, shaking his head. “It’s against the point, too. Nothing is perfect, but polyamory works for the people who work for it. And!” He lifts his hand, eyes bright at the notion of a distraction from the current conversation. “Anal is all about personal preference. If you want to try it, I’d recommend either using toys by yourself just to get a feel for it or if you feel like it might be something you’ll actually enjoy, do it with someone with a dick. The feedback of someone else who can feel it can really make a difference.”

The group all agrees as Mina leans back on her hands with a grin. “Not Denki, though. Our little babe’s a pillow princess to the highest degree and you probably want someone who’s got a little more top energy your first time.” She winks at Kaminari’s affronted expression, but he doesn’t argue with her. “Kiri’s got big daddy energy.”

“Kirishima is not a beginner’s guide to anal.” Kaminari’s eyes go a little wide, and he shakes his head.

“Remember Bakugou’s first time with him? He was limping for days, ribbit.” They all nod along with Tsu, because while neither of them had announced it, Bakugou hadn’t really been able to deny it.

Momo’s blush had deepened as Kyouka plays idly with her fingers. “I thought he was being excessive when he asked me for toys to practice with, but apparently he was not.”

“You… made sex toys for Bakugou Katsuki?” Mina blinks at her, attention stolen, the alcohol making it easy. But her head shakes a little. “Later. But, Bakubro would be a good option.”

Ochaco rests her head on her knees, her cheeks on fire as the group goes back and forth. She hasn’t thought about most of their class like this, and while they’ve had similar conversations, it’s not usually because of who’d be best or most comfortable to fuck her in the ass. She had brought it up with Izuku once when they’d first started getting intimate, though before actually having sex. He had hesitated over it and she hadn’t pressed it. It was curiosity more than anything, and she had really kind of forgotten about it. Hooking up with Mina had barely introduced her to toys, and it hadn’t been going on that long.

“What about Hitoshi?”

Kaminari’s voice breaks her from her thoughts, and she blinks up at him with dark eyes. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah.” Kaminari shrugs a little, leaning back on his hands. “He and Sero would both be good, but Sero’s more inclined to give pleasure. Which, like, if you want someone to spend an entire afternoon eating you out, he’s your man, but intercourse isn’t really his thing.” The blond shrugs. “It’s not like Hitoshi doesn’t have hella big dick energy, but not the hella intimidating big… dick.” His nose wrinkles a little as he trails off, head tipped a little as he frowns, deep in thought. Then his head shakes, eyes bright. “But! We can ask him! I’m sure he’ll say yes; you’re super cute, hella babe.”

He already has his phone out, squinting at the screen as he attempts to unlock it. Kyoka rolls her eyes, taking the phone from him. “Wait until she agrees, dumbass. Ochaco?”

Brown eyes are wide as she swallows, her cheeks flushed, and she is clutching her drink to her chest. It’s… a lot, and she’s… just not sure. For long moments, all she can do is focus on not making herself float. A few deep breaths and Ochaco steadies herself.

“It’s not… I just… He barely knows me, why would he even be interested in me?”

“He thinks you’re cute.” Kaminari blinks at her, his head tipped a little to the side. His gold eyes are wide and a little curious as he watches her face. “I mean, you don’t really know him either. And he's a good guy; he’d take you out and take some time to get to know you first. Make sure you’re comfortable and talk and all of that. I mean, we’d already had sex the first time we did a scene and he still treated it like a first date.” He shrugs a little, his head tipped a bit to the side. “Which all centers around your own interest in it. And, like, maybe I just like to hype up my friends, but I would totally tell you to bang him no matter what because he’s awesome, but that’s against the point.”

“Okay, okay.” Mina waves her hands as she sits up because Ochaco is feeling overwhelmed and Mina’s always been good at picking up on when it’s a little too much. “I’ve had too much to drink to continue down this path, and we all know Shinsou would lecture Denks about any sort of negotiation conversation when we’re impaired. Let’s watch something sappy; I feel like drunk-crying over stupid people trying to fall in love and failing.”

Ochaco leans against Mina’s shoulder as they settle down with a quiet ‘thank you’ as the movie starts. Mina kisses her temple with a smile, wrapping a blanket around them as they settle in to watch the movie.

…

Shinsou Hitoshi is… Unique. That’s all Ochaco can really think as sleepy, lilac eyes watch her from across the table of a small cat cafe off campus. At a glance, Shinsou tended to come off as aloof, distant, and almost apathetic. But the way he’d lit up when they’d stepped into the cat cafe changed her opinion of him almost immediately. It’s a helpless thing, watching him crouching to allow his hands to be sniffed and picking up a small kitten when he was allowed.

The black coffee he ordered wasn’t a surprise, but the shot of whipped cream was. He just shrugged, paying for her own matcha latte and the mochi she’d asked for before Ochaco could even reach for her own wallet. He’s quietly charming and his reserved demeanor is comforting.

He waits until they’re both settled with food and drink before speaking up, scratching a small black and white cat beneath the chin as it butts against his cheek with an affectionate purr.

“So, I love Denki, but I know how enthusiastic he gets. Sometimes he forgets that not everyone’s thought process works quite as quickly as his.” He stirs whipped cream into his coffee with a hum as his other hand scratches at the cat's arched back. “Though, you agreed to come out with me, so I figured he wasn’t entirely off beat when he called me at three in the morning asking, and I quote, if I would ‘pop your anal cherry’.” He adds finger quotes for emphasis, his head tipped as Uraraka practically chokes on her mochi. Shinsou hides his grin behind his coffee cup as he watches her face turn steadily red. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. It was a direct quote, though.”

Uraraka pounds a hand against her chest for a moment until she can swallow, her head shaking a little as she catches her breath. “That.” She has to clear her throat when the word squeaks out of her. “That, um. Doesn’t surprise me, actually. He spoke um. Very highly of you.” She can’t meet his gaze still, feeling her cheeks burn. Was this a mistake? Kaminari had very sheepishly told her he didn’t really remember actually calling Shinsou, but he certainly had. Saying Shinsou had asked her to go out with him would be generous. He had dropped into a seat next to her in the cafeteria, offering her a lazy smile as he set a water bottle in front of her.

‘There’s a cat cafe off campus I like. I wouldn’t mind the company if you want to swing by with me after class.’. And that had been that. He’d left her a slip of paper with his number scrawled on it, before ambling away to a different lunch table on the other side of the cafeteria. Deku had been curious and Todoroki had commented that the cat cafe was very nice. Tsu had lifted a brow at her and asked if she was going to go. Uraraka didn’t have an answer for her, but Mina had tracked her down after class and… Gently encouraged her to agree to meet him after classes.

And now, Shinsou is watching her with sleepy lilac eyes and a faintly amused smile. He leans back in his seat, stroking down the cat’s back slowly. “You can relax. I might have come on a little strong, but really, I wanted to take you out and apologize for Denki, since he involved me. And, I’m assuming he decided to overshare personal information without specifically asking if he could.”

Uraraka rubs her face slowly, her head shaking a little. “If you were wondering, don't play Never Have I Ever with them. You'd think truth or dare would be dangerous but no, that one gets you every time.” She shakes her head as Shinsou snorts into his coffee with a laugh. Uraraka rubs her face and sighs. “I guess there are worse things in the world than friends who take their urge to make sure new experiences are good a little too far.” She breathes, her shoulders lifting. “And you do come highly recommended.”

Shinsou laughs a little, and it’s softer than she expects from him. But it’s a good sound, genuine and pleased. “I mean, I could definitely do worse than having Kaminari Denki recommend me for a dick appointment.” Uraraka can’t help a giggle into her own drink as he offers her a slow grin. “Though, in your case I’m not sure whether or not I should be offended.”

Rubbing the back of her neck, she flushes as she looks away from him. “I mean, he didn’t say you would be good because you weren’t, um. Well endowed. Just that you would take care of me. And that you weren’t… intimidatingly big.”

He snorts, head tipped back a little. “I mean, next to someone like Kirishima or Tetsutetsu, I even question where I should start measuring not to feel inadequate. But.” He pauses with an appraising gaze, head tipped a little. “If you’re legitimately interested, we should talk more about prep and all the fun, awkward things that go into making this something you’ll enjoy. And as much as I love the cats, we’re about to have the after-dinner rush and this place will get busy so this probably isn’t the best place.”

Uraraka swallows slowly as she looks at him, chewing on her lower lip. “I think… I’d like to try. Lunch tomorrow? There’s spots on the roof that are usually pretty empty.”

….

The thing that Uraraka didn’t take into account is that Shinsou Hitoshi is really, really pretty. The thought strikes her when she steps up onto the roof. Lilac eyes are focused on the sky, relaxed as his head tips back. Uraraka might even spot a smile there, a real one. Not the crazy intimidating grin that’s a hardcore imitation of Aizawa-sensei.

His eyes crinkle around the edges when he tips his head to smile at her, squinting against the sun. “Hey. I wasn’t sure what to bring for lunch, so Denki provided bento boxes.” His nose wrinkles a little as she moves to sit next to him. “So, if they suck, you know who to blame.”

“You mean you didn’t check them?” Dark brows lift at him, head tipped a little as she accepts the box and disposable chopsticks. “That’s taking a chance. I’ve seen Kaminari pack a bento box that was just gummy versions of the foods. Bakugou just about burst a blood vessel. But, now that I think about it, that might have been why he did it.”

“He got to eat junk food and piss off Bakugou Katsuki. I’d say Denki got exactly what he wanted.” Shinsou flashes a grin at her, gaze sparkling with mirth. Uraraka can’t help but grin in return, her cheeks flushing as she ducks her head to focus on the bento.

Which might have been a mistake. She blushes harder than before, eyes wide. “Did– did he…”

“Make dicks?” Shinsou huffs softly, tipping his box to allow her to see. “Yep.”

One half of a boiled egg makes up each of the testicals, and a rice ball had been rolled out lengthwise for the shaft. Marinated vegetables and thinly sliced strips of chicken had been laid out in intricately detailed veins. He may have even shredded eggplant at the base to imitate (presumably) Shinsou’s pubic hair. The dick’s head appears to be a carefully shaped piece of fried tofu, with sesame seeds spread through a light sauce to look like semen. Uraraka covers her mouth, but she can’t stop the giggle that escapes her as she studies it. It’s actually really well done.

“How much do you want to bet he used white bean paste for the filling for the dessert dumplings he included for dessert?” Shinsou holds up the oddly shaped dumplings in a container and it takes Uraraka a moment to recognize that they’re supposed to be boobs.

She blinks a few times. “There’s no way Kaminari did this on his own.” She drops her head, shaking as she groans. “I don’t even want to know who he went to for help.”

A hum escapes Shinsou as he wolfs down one of the eggs, poking at the rice roll with his chopsticks. “Sero, probably. He likes to cook when he’s high, and this is right up his alley.” His gaze flicks up to her as she breaks apart her roll, cheeks flushed. “Hey, hey’s a loud mouth, but trust me, what happens at girls’ night, stays at girls’ night. Other than me, none of what you talked about will get out.”

“So, Sero would just agree to something like this and not question why? Really?”

Shinsou blinks at her, head tipped. “Would Sero Hanta help Kaminari Denki make dick shaped bentos and tit shaped white bean paste dumplings without a question of why or who for?”

That makes her blink at him slowly before she nods, taking a bite to chew and swallow. “Yeah, no, that was a dumb question.” She shakes her head a little, rubbing her face. “I don’t even know what to say about him sometimes.”

“He’s a lot. But, he’s super cute when he’s too fucked out to talk anymore.” Uraraka jerks her head up to him at the words, meeting his grin with wide eyes. He shrugs shamelessly. “Hey, he got too involved with your sex life, it’s only fair you get a peek into his. If you don’t already know.”

Uraraka laughs softly, ducking her head.

Conversation flows easily from there. Shinsou lets her do most of the talking, but he keeps up. It’s not as likely or energetic as talking to someone like Kirishima or Ashido, nor does he go off on small tangents like Midoriya, but he holds his own better than Todoroki (he’s learning, but some conversations still devolve into a staring contest).

Eventually, Shinsou sets his finished lunch to the side with a small sigh, his shoulders rolling. “So. Ochaco. Can I use your given name?”

“We’re going to have sex, you probably should.”

Wow. That’s direct. More direct than she’d intended and it makes her blush, brown eyes wide. She’s gotten comfortable and relaxed and hadn’t even really thought about it. But Shinsou is just laughing, wide and open and pleased. “You’re not wrong. You should probably call me Hitoshi then, too.” His gaze tracks her face, licking his lips. “Well, I was gonna ask if you were sure about this, but it sounds like you’ve pretty much decided.”

“I think so, yeah.” She shrugs a little, chewing on her lower lip as she glances at him. “I like you. And I think I’d like to explore this With you.”

Shinsou takes her chin in his hand to pull her gaze to him, meeting her eyes before leaning to kiss her softly. It takes her so by surprise that she freezes, blinking as he pulls back. “Alright. I’ve got a few things to go through and if you agree to everything we can talk about a date and discuss all the options. Alright.”

Uraraka just nods slowly, and Shinsou talks.

Ochaco shifts a little in place outside of Shinsou’s door.

No, Hitoshi. They’re going to have sex, she can use his given name. He’d insisted on it, and she had insisted that he should use hers.

She’s still nervous, though. Standing outside his dorm room with a bag over her shoulder and wearing a pretty basic sweater dress that Ashido had practically wrestled her into. The other hero had showed up at her room about an hour before she was meant to meet Shinsou with the dress and a package that had included lingerie that had Ochaco stuttering and trying to figure out how the fuck Ashido had managed to get her measurements to Momo so perfectly.

Ashido had gifted her the clothes with a wink and then left Ochaco to her preparations.

Somehow, asking Kaminari if he had some disposable douches that he was willing to part with really was less nerve-wracking than trying to find a store far enough away from campus to feel comfortable going in. At least his knowing look had come with a very supportive ‘go get ‘im, tiger’ It had been weird and a little embarrassing to actually use it, but some sort of accident would be beyond mortifying and definitely worth a little discomfort before they start.

Practicing with the butt plug had been the least embarrassing potion of things, when she really thought about it. In a perpetual state of knowing far more about her friends’ sex lives than might be normal, she knows that Kaminari had mentioned using them regularly, and wearing them out, especially if he wanted to get laid and wanted to be ready for anything. Though moving around with it inside of her to walk from her dorm to his makes Ochaco wonder how in the world he could actually focus on anything. It had taken her most of the day just to find her stride without waddling awkwardly.

Taking a breath, she knocks on the door, gripping the shoulder of her bag in a death grip. It contained the last two items Hitoshi had included in his request for her to bring with her. One or two of her favorite toys for when she was getting off by herself. She had gone with a bullet vibrator with a powerful motor and a remote that could control it, and her magic wand. Midway through doubting her choices, Hitoshi swings the door open with a lazy smile.

“Hey, right on time.”

Ochaco jumps a little, blinking at him as she nods. “Yeah, hey.”

Hitoshi watches her for a moment, his head tipped to the side before stepping back a little to give her room to enter the room. “C’mon in. We can chat.”

And, Ochaco knows that if she were to change her mind at any time, she only has to say the word and Hitoshi would go on like nothing ever happened and they might have an early dinner and hang out. Hitoshi had promised as much and Kaminari had reaffirmed that Hitoshi was a good person. Hell, even Mydoriya was sure that Hitoshi was good. A future hero. That reassurance, that trust draws her into the room with him, wringing the strap of her bag between her hands. He sits on the bed, patting the bed beside him slowly. Ochaco sits slowly, adjusting herself to sit comfortably, though it takes her a moment.

“Can I take your bag?”

Ochaco nods slowly, handing the bag over as she breathes. “I, uh. Brought what you asked me to? The, uh. Toys. And a change of clothes. For after.” She swallows hard, hands shaking as Hitoshi takes the back, setting it beside him on the bed. “And the thing! From Kaminari! I um.”

Hitoshi takes her shoulders gently, watching her as he smiles and she freezes under his touch, breathing deeply. “You’re okay, Ochako. Deep breaths. You’re good.” He grins at her shamelessly and lazily as he strokes his hands through his hair with his head tapped, leaning back on his hands. “I appreciate you doing everything I asked. Really, the only thing I’d ask you to absolutely do no matter what is the douche, and that’s probably the most embarrassing part of it.”

Inhaling sharply, Ochaco flushes as she watches him. “I… Well, yeah. It was awkward. But I did it.”

Hitoshi just smiles at her, head tipped. “And I will take you out for dinner. If you decide you want to go now or later. It’s just us, Ochaco.”

Ochaco exhales slowly, nodding as she offers him a smile. They both shift a little, and she’s not quite looking at him so it shocks her when a hand cups her cheek. Then he’s tipping her face up to him, and he’s kissing her. It’s sweet and so soft. Ochaco can’t help but sink against him as she allows him to tug her closer. It’s nice. Slow and exploratory, and he waits for her to open to him before he deepens it.

It breaks for them to breathe, and Ochaco leans back to drag her dress up and over her head before she can think too much about it. Hitoshi lets out a slow whistle, leaning back a little to look at her. The black lace fits against her skin, pushing her breasts together and up as if they aren’t big enough as it is, and the panties curve around her thighs. But she sits back to allow him to take his fill.

“Is this for me?” He reaches out to draw his finger along the strap at her shoulder as she nods slowly. “Shit, baby. You’re gorgeous. C’mere. I want to get you off while I get you ready. Is that okay?”

Ochaco nods with a swallow, allowing Hitoshi to urge her back on the bed. He shifts a bit to settle between her thighs, nuzzling into the crease of her hip with a soft sigh, kissing her stomach before he sits up again.

“Get comfort, alright? I’m going to grab the lube if you want to take your panties off.” He considers her for a moment before licking his lips. “Leave the bra, though, if you’re comfortable. It looks good.”

The compliments make her flush down her chest as she nods, wiggling out of her panties to drop them over the edge of the bed. “I did, um. Use a plug? To get ready.”

Brows lift at her a bit and Hitoshi grins, pressing his tongue to the back of his teeth. “Yeah?” He rolls to settle between her legs again and she can’t help but slush as he gazes at her bare body. “That’s hot, Ochaco.” He teases his mouth against the inside of her thigh, and she jumps. “Just relax, alright? I’ll take care of you.”

“Y-yeah, okay.”

Hitoshi just offers her a lazy, Cheshire smile as he leans down to drag his tongue between her legs. Ochaco jerks a little, her fingers curling in the sheets as she grits her teeth to hold back a sound. Hitoshifits lips around her clit and hums and Ochaco nearly jumps off the bed as she moans. The boy between her legs chuckles softly, kissing her inner thigh. “There you go. I like hearing you and nobody’s going to care if you’re loud. I promise, there aren’t many people around.”

Ochaco just nods, blushing as she fights to keep herself still. It’s not necessarily that the situation as a whole is embarrassing or that Izuku was a selfish lover by any stretch of the imagination, but neither of them had been any good at just sitting back patiently to receive oral.

But she can’t help as she moans when his tongue works through her folds again, making her shudder as he shifts his shoulders to give him room between her legs. The feeling of him playing with the plug in her ass makes her gasp and clench, even as he tugs on it. He works it carefully, a gentle push-pull of slick friction that’s so odd but also so good as his tongue drags over her clit. Her whole body jumps with the drag and faint stretch before he presses the plug back deep with a hum.

“I wanna make you cum. Just like this. Before we move on to anything else.”

Her brows pull together at him curiously, but she doesn’t really have a chance to question it as he moves to lick her again. He eats her out with enthusiasm and Ochaco can’t help but tangle fingers in his hair as he sucks on her clit and it sends shocks of pleasure through her. She arches against him, her legs curling against him.

If Hitoshi had proven anything by getting into the hero course, it was that he wasn’t a quitter. And, it apparently applies to sex as well, because he doesn’t stop when she’s come once. He lets her take a breath after she shakes through her first orgasm, pressing kisses to her thighs as she takes long moments to relearn how to breathe.

Then he starts again and Ochaco arches against his mouth and into his hands as he takes her apart.

…

Ochaco flushes where she kneels over Hitoshi’s hips, brown eyes wide and focused on him. His hands drag over her thighs with calluses from training and she can’t help the way her hands drag over the defined muscles of his chest.

“Are you alright?”

The question makes her blink, eyes wide on him as she breathes. “I am, yeah. It’s stupid, I’m just… Always a little self-conscious on top.” She flushes with a shrug, because naked on top of someone, with a bullet vibrator inside of her to press against her g-spot, being self-conscious about the position feels a little ridiculous. But she can’t help it. They’re all heroes in training, and all of her friends are ridiculously attractive.

Hitoshi shifts a little, sitting up a bit from his reclined position with a couple of pillows propped up against his headboard. His hands drag up her sides slowly, shifting until he can meet her gaze. “Ochaco. I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And adorable. And so fucking hot.” He kisses the arch of her cheek with a smile against the skin. “And, I’m not gonna lie, the position gives you control of the pace and that’s generally more comfortable. But it also feeds my very selfish desire to watch your tits bounce while you’re on top of me.”

“Oh my god.” Ochaco can’t help hiding her blush against the side of his neck, shaking her head as his hands drag up her back before circling to palm her breasts.

“I’ll tell you something else.” His voice had dropped to something almost dangerous and Ochaco can't help the way she shivers against him. He pinches her nipples slowly until she squirms against him. "I'm so fucking excited to watch you fall apart with my cock in your ass, that bullet in your cunt, and using a magic wand to abuse your clit until you cum until you cry.” Ochaco can’t help her gasp as his hands drag to her ass, gripping her skin before sliding two fingers into her ass. It’s still an odd feeling, but she can’t help the way she gasps and clenches around him. He hums, speaking against her cheek. His voice is low and deep and Ochaco can absolutely understand why it’s so easy for people to fall under his quirk. Even if she trusts him when he says he won’t use it without her explicit permission, and not tonight. It’s all too new and it comforts her. But his voice still makes her shiver against him. “Yeah. You’re going to be so perfect for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

Ochaco can’t help but nod against his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she swallows. He’s still slowly pumping his fingers into her ass, and it’s starting to feel good. “Y-yes, Hitoshi. I’m ready.”

She’s not sure about ready, entirely, but she doesn’t think she’ll get any more ready, so she’ll go for it. She’s actually fairly sure she hadn’t been as nervous about her first time with Izuku, and for all different reasons.

“And if you’re uncomfortable at any time, just tell me and we’ll stop or change positions or whatever you want, alright?” He watches her, white pupils dilated as he leans back against the pile of pillows. Relaxed, but still interested as he rubs his hands slowly over her hips. Soothingly and gently as he allows her to shift to get comfortable.

Ochaco can only nod, breathing out as she shifts her weight to sit up a little and Shinsou steadies his cock with a large hand, keeping her steady as she moves until she’s hovering over him. She takes a breath and urges herself back until his cock is rubbing over her asshole. He doesn’t push or thrust or demand any more than she gives. That’s comforting enough for her to sink back more until she can feel the stretch of him breaching her. It’s definitely different, from vaginal sex, from the plug she’d practiced with, from anything. She has to stop there, the head barely inside and her whole body trembling.

Hitoshi cups her cheek, watching her fondly as his other hand strokes her thigh. “You feel fucking amazing, Ochaco. Look even better.”

The words make her blush, dark eyes focused on his face as she swallows. The look in his eyes is so genuine and earnest that she can’t help but believe him. It helps her settle and relax enough that she can slowly work to sit back on his cock until she’s fully impaled.

Feeling her ass hit his thighs, she has to take another moment to breathe. Her head bows forward as she balances her hands on Hitoshi’s stomach.

Large hands curl over her waist and Ochaco can’t help but marvel at just how big his hands are. “Ochaco? How’re you feeling?”

“Full.” The response is immediate and she can’t help the way it makes her giggle a little, even if the motion makes her gasp as it makes Shinsou’s cock shift inside of her. “It’s a little… Strange, but not bad. Just different.”

He hums beneath her, nodding slowly. “Sure. Let me know when you’re ready for me to turn the vibrators on, alright? We’ll start low.”

Ochaco just nods, breathing as she tries to relax. It takes a minute before she shifts, licking her lips. “O-okay. You can start. With the vibrators. I think before I start to move.” She feels like she needs something else to start moving, and really… Feel more comfortable moving. She appreciates being able to go at her own pace, though she wonders if it would be different if he had taken it into his own hands to just fuck her in the ass. She doesn’t think she’d mind it, with all the other sensations pulling at her body.

The bullet vibrator shocks her, even though she should have been prepared for it. It’s a small toy, but the motor is powerful as hell and even the lowest setting makes her entire body jump.

“Oh, shit.”

Hitoshi chuckles around his own groan, dropping the remote for the toy to the side. “You said it.” he shifts a little, pressing his hand against her lower stomach, and the pressure is shocking. “I can feel that. Damn. I might’ve worked up to it more if I knew it’d have you dancing in my lap like this.” Ochaco hadn’t noticed that her hips had started rolling against him, chasing the vibrations from the toy and the friction of Hitoshi’s cock in her ass. It’s not much yet, but it’s still enough that she apparently can’t help moving over him. “Good girl, Ochaco, just like that. Relax and let it happen. Love watching when you feel good.”

Ochaco groans as he draws his knees up behind her, giving her something to brace against as her body rolls to get used to the feeling. Hitoshi shifts and she gasps as he pinches one of her nipples lightly, head dropping back as her hips jump. “O-oh, my nipples are sensitive.” The words are her flush crawl over her neck and shoulders, yelping when the same nipple gets pinched again, a little harder.

“Good. Your reactions are fucking adorable.”

There’s no focus for her to respond to him. She lifted her lips slowly to test the feeling and she dropped back down with a gasp. It’s full and weird but so, so good. Hitoshi just watches her with focus in normally sleepy violet eyes, lilac hair drifting around his face and Ochaco can’t help thinking that he’s beautiful.

Possibly a little demonic as he grins at her, tongue pressed to the back of his teeth to watch her. His hands skate up her sides, letting her rest against his thighs as she moves again. Every time she moves, she can feel the bullet pushing against her g-spot and it’s a little shocking. “Oh, my gods, Hitoshi. That’s—”

It’s so odd, but she can’t say it’s bad. He lifts his hips to meet her on the next downstroke and it makes her jump against him. The drag and pressure and strange fullness has her pushing back against him again. “Yeah, take what you want. Whatever makes you feel good.” The encouragement makes her flush more as she swallows and moves. “I’m going to grab the magic wand, yeah? Wanna see you fall apart.”

Ochaco can only nod as she moves, back arching to push against him as she moves. She hadn’t really noticed that her eyes closed, but the shock of vibrations from the magic wand has them flying open with a gasp. It’s a lot and she finds herself arching as her orgasm rushes at her like a train. It’s just so sudden and she was so worked up before they even started. Hitoshi had gotten her off twice before this and she’s pushing against every sensation to get more.

She can be greedy in bed, and it’s impossible to resist when he’s giving her so much. Her body clenches and she startles a little to hear him moan under her. And, oh. She likes that. Bringing him pleasure as well and knowing it. Dark eyes flick open to focus as she swallows, watching him as she swallows. There’s only a thin ring of purple around blown pupils as he’s watching her with something like rapture. It’s a satisfying part of sex, when the person she’s with is so focused on her and she can tell that they’re feeling good.

She shifts, leaning forward to press her hands to his shoulder, licking her lips as she moves against him. The position traps the vibrating wand between them, and Hitoshi tips his head up to watch her as she moves.

“Fuck, Ochaco.” He swallows as she moves, meeting his thrust and gripping her hip with one hand. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, shit.” Her head shakes a little, dipping to kiss him hard to stop the compliments. He kisses her back, licking into her mouth as they both groan. She breaks it with a gasp as the sudden tensing and rolling of heat boils over into an orgasm, her entire body jerking as tension runs up her spine and she’s fairly sure she’s so wet she’s dripping. It should be embarrassing, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

She just pants against the side of Hitoshi’s neck as he pulls the magic wand away from her to allow her to relax, even more so as he fumbles beside them to turn off the bullet. “Gods, Hitoshi. You don’t do anything half-way, do you?”

He laughs softly, running his hands up and down her back slowly. “No, not in my nature.” He grunts when Ochaco shifts, rolling her body back against him. “Hey, slow down. You’re amazing.”

Ochaco leans back a little to look at him, swallowing as it sinks his cock into her again, deep. It’s a weird, different kind of sensitivity. The bullet vibe isn’t on anymore, but she can feel it press against her and she gasps softly. “You didn’t come.”

Hitoshi twitches a little, an aborted thrust as he watches her. “Sex isn’t all about getting off. I wanted you to enjoy this and it looks like you did. And, we didn’t talk about overstimulation today.”

Delicate hands cup his face, watching him with wide, dark eyes. “Hitoshi.”

“Ochaco.”

Her nose wrinkles at him as he grins, intentionally clenching around him to listen to his shaky gasp. “You’ve gotten me off three times tonight and you’ve let me be incredibly selfish. I’m not too over sensitive yet. Be selfish with me.”

His gaze searches her face for long moments as he swallows. It’s cute, with all of his usual confidence seeming to melt away, and he’s just a teenage boy watching her. Ochaco rocks her hips again slowly, watching his eyes flutter shut. He swallows, his head rolling back as he grips her hips in long-fingered hands. He licks his lips, debating for long moments. “Can I fuck you in front of the mirror?”

Ochaco follows his gaze as his head tips to the floor-length mirror to the side of the room. The idea makes Ochaco flush brightly, swallowing but she nods despite her nerves and feelings of personal inadequacy. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.” She licks her lips as she shifts a little, kneeling up to slowly pull away from him, her nose wrinkling. It’s a weird sensation of emptiness and she squirms a little, feeling the shift of the bullet inside of her still. “The wand might be too much, but with the bullet, I’m pretty sure you’ll get me off again if that’s what you’re going for.”

Hitoshi’s trademark grin returns, a slash of white teeth that reminds her of Aizawa for a moment. Which, alright, she’s fairly sure most of their class has had some variety of fantasy about their sensei, but it feels incredibly inappropriate at the moment.

It reminds her, faintly, that Todoroki has a few very firm conspiracy theories that a few of their teachers have secret love children. All Might with Midoriya, Cementos and Kirishima, and Aizawa and Hitoshi.

So inappropriate, but she might mention it to Hitosi later.

Hitoshi leans up to kiss her, bringing her back to the moment as he runs his hands up her sides. “C’mon. I promise, mirror sex isn’t half as intimidating as it sounds.”

…

"How are you feeling?"

Tucked in a back booth of a small cafe, Ochaco tucks herself beneath Hiroshi's arm comfortably. They had showered after everything and gotten changed and she was genuinely a little surprised by the lack of discomfort as they trailed from the school to a cafe nearby. His hand trails over the back of her neck in the booth they’re sharing, waiting on their dinner.

Ochaco hums softly, leaning into him as she sighs. “I’m good. You took really good care of me.”

He chuckles softly, kissing her hair softly as he does. “Hey, Denki’s got decent taste sometimes.”

“Ten for ten, ten points to you.” She teases as he drops his hand to squeeze her waist and holds on as she squirms and shifts away from him. “Seriously, thank you, Hitoshi. Today was awesome.”

“Any time. Seriously. I am more than happy to take care of you again.”

Ochaco blushes, ducking her head against his shoulder. But she can’t help but smile, pleased and satisfied and happy to be where she is.