Chapter 13: Lovers

What a long, strange hiatus it's been!

I'll give you guys a brief (and exciting) update on what's been going on with me lately. My surgery from last year went really well – they fixed up a huge problem that was causing me a lot of pain and affecting my health. Because I was able to get the surgery and remove the problem, I was finally able to fall pregnant and I had a baby on the 18th of November!

I got married, we bought an old fixer upper house and moved in October and I had my 23rd birthday on the 10th of November. Money is painfully tight; a newborn is incredibly hard work (especially at night) but I have lots of time in the day to write (between sleep deprived naps) and I'll be updating regularly again.

To celebrate, I wrote an extra long chapter and there is SMUT so you have been warned!

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Katsuki jingled his keys around his finger, shifting through until he finally felt the engravings of his apartment key. He hadn't locked the door when he had left – why would he when he's got someone siting tight in the apartment?

It was common sense that Ochaco would lock the door after he left. Clearly, she wasn't that naïve that she would leave the door unlocked.

Tentatively, he tried the knob.

It clicked and the door swung open with a simple tug.

Ochaco didn't lock the fucking door after he left.

Katsuki was fucking livid.

He did not give a flying fuck whether his shit got stolen. Hell, half the homeless people in the area were sporting his clothes thanks to Ochaco. What bothered him was the thought someone could have just waltzed in and hurt her.

He burst in with guns blazing, ready to rampage and tell the bitch how damn stupid she was. The rant was already processing, his brain ready to say fuck in every describable way possible because Katsuki wasn't just a wordsmith, he was a fucking wordsmith.

The only problem was Katsuki's first hurdle was already his kryptonite.

Ochaco was asleep on the couch.

She must have waited up for him and fallen asleep before he could get home. He did spend most of the night procrastinating and doing a lot of head banging against his steering wheel, hurting over how much money he spent on that stupid ring.

She looked so damn innocent when she slept that it was almost sacrilegious.

Even the devil would call him a dick if he woke that angel. It's not like she was in danger and nothing valuable was stolen so no harm no foul, right? Not that he wasn't petty enough to get back at her at some stage, just not right now.

Scratching the five o'clock shadow on his jaw, Katsuki hovered over her quietly before finally smoothing the hair from Ochaco's face. His lips twitched reflexively into a smile as her eyelashes fluttered, but the thought of her waking up and seeing him look like a goofy love-struck dumbass made him inwardly cringe, so he drew his brow down and tried to look tough.

Ochaco didn't stir and she slept like she didn't have a care in the world. She even snored a little. Well, she snored a lot, but in an endearing way.

Katsuki lifted her up in his arms and just held her for a moment, feeling the weight and warmth of her body, thinking about just how fragile she was. He loved the feeling of holding her and couldn't help but take advantage of the opportunity to cuddle the shit out of her. If she woke up, he could just say he was taking her to bed so she didn't kink her neck on the couch, or some other thoughtful shit that he would normally never think of doing.

The cute expression on her face when she slept made him tempted to be that kind of guy though. The Deku type that had to fight the urge not to put a blanket on someone when they were sleeping. The only urge Katsuki had to fight when he saw someone asleep was to not draw dicks in permanent marker on their face.

Katsuki was more a caveman at heart.

He would go to the ends of the earth and wrestle dinosaurs for his woman on the condition that he could knock that special lady over the head and take her to his cave and be the only man loving her until the day they died, hopefully ending in her dying first so that she didn't die slowly and painfully from starvation while his bones disintegrated in the belly of a beast.

In modern terms, Katsuki was an all or nothing kind of guy. Ochaco was either his lady, which meant that no one else was allowed to look let alone touch and he'd give her literally everything – except maybe life-threatening sexual illnesses or anthrax.

Or, they could just be friends and she could find herself some milquetoast fella that got his kicks out of stamp collecting or bird watching on the weekends. Then if he hurt her who knows, the lucky guy could find himself knee-deep in cement and sleeping with the fishes in Gravesend Bay.

Let's face it, regardless of whatever she decided, he had a soft spot for Ochaco. Especially moments like these when she didn't open her big dumb mouth. He couldn't help pressing a soft kiss on Ochaco's forehead, her skin warm from sleep.

"You'll always be my girl," Katsuki whispered in her hair affectionately.

Ochaco jolted awake with a sharp intake of air before she let out the loudest blood-curdling scream Katsuki had ever heard. The grating screech caught him by surprise and he did not anticipate her fist flying out and connecting with his nose.

He dropped her like a tonne of bricks and she hit the coffee table and rolled to the floor, clutching her back as she groaned. Katsuki would feel bad if he wasn't dripping blood by the gallon all over his floor.

The one and only way to really make a guy cry is hit him right in the nose. Right now, Katsuki was balling like a baby. God, it was like watching Million Dollar Baby all over again. The tears just could not stop no matter how hard he tried.

Katsuki needed to correct himself: Ochaco wasn't anyone's girl.

Maybe she was her daddy's girl, but everyone else had to step in line. Ochaco was a force of nature like gravity – yeah, she kept you grounded but at the same time, she was strong enough to pull meteors into your orbit.

"I think you broke my spine…" She whined as she rolled around on the floor.

She was fucking fine, it wasn't like she was spraying blood out her nose or anything.

"Yeah?" Katsuki's nasal voice made it hard to sound tough. "Well, you just fucked up my face. You know what they say – an eye for an eye."

"A nose for a spine makes the whole world something, something…"

Katsuki could taste the blood in the back of his throat as he snorted. Blood bubbled out from his nose like lava and he smeared more on his arm to make it stop. She laughed too, holding her ribs to dull the bruising like it was nothing.

It was in that moment that he realised they made the perfect fucking couple.

She would have bruises on her ass for weeks and he looked like he'd fallen face first in front of a bus but fuck, how could he not look at that smile and hear that laughter without feeling a million bucks?

"I fucking love you."

They both stared at each other in silence.

Katsuki could taste the blood as it dripped past his lips and collected at the base of his chin. Practically the only sound in the room was each droplet falling on his floor.

Probably because of all the blood loss, there was a brief lag before Katsuki realised what he'd just said. Ochaco's smile fell and she stared at him in disbelief, her face turning almost purple as she gaped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. When his words finally registered, Katsuki felt the heat rise to his face and he clenched his jaw, waiting for her response.

"Let me get you a towel to stop the bleeding," Ochaco mumbled unsteadily under her breath as she scurried away.

Katsuki trailed after her, processing his mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, he was angry that she didn't have the guts to face him with an answer and on the other hand, he was absolutely fucking mortified that she just shrugged him off like that.

He could get down on his knees and put a ring on that girl, fuck her till she screamed the alphabet of an alien language and it wouldn't bring him any closer to understanding her enough to know if he mattered to her or not.

Katsuki sat down on a bar stool and pinched his nose as he brooded, mad beyond belief. Still, Ochaco smiled tentatively and pressed a tea towel against his nose, "This is the second time I've cleaned you up like this. I'm starting to feel like a full-time caregiver."

'Full-time caregiver', more like a wife.

Katsuki grunted, unwilling to play the sarcasm card even though that's what he thought.

"Don't be mad, it's not like I hit you hard enough to bend it like Owen Wilson's." Ochaco smoothly deflected, "You're still going to have women drooling over you, like always."

"What's that supposed to fucking mean?" Katsuki bit back reactively.

He was never capable of keeping up the silent treatment.

"I just know that you're the love 'em and leave 'em type," Ochaco tried to shake off the tension with a smile, but when that didn't work, she grew serious. "It was meant as a compliment."

"You mean I'm not the stable, mild-mannered guy that collects stamps and plays golf on the weekends?" Katsuki ripped the towel from his face and threw it on the floor, the bleeding long since stopped. "Fuck you, bitch!"

"I'm fucking reliable, I've got my own god damn apartment and a respectable career that makes me want to kill people most days, but I love my shitty ass job!" Katsuki roared as Ochaco stooped down and picked up the towel, ignoring him completely. That just seemed to make him even angrier, "Sure, I like women and I've fucked a lot of them, but I've never loved a single fucking one."

Ochaco walked away as nonchalant as ever, however, he noticed how she clenched the tea towel and felt vindicated that he was getting to her. It wasn't that Katsuki wanted to hurt her, he just didn't know any other way to tell a girl he liked her other than to pull on her hair. "Am I just not good enough for you, princess? You still waiting for that knight in shining armour to-"

She grabbed his arm and flipped him down onto the floor. Katsuki fell like a tonne of bricks and aside from the pain, déjà vu hit him the hardest. Ten years ago, she'd done the same thing when he was caught up in one of his relentless tirades and maybe Ochaco was on to something. All those years of anger management were useless, all he needed was an ass kicking to calm him down.

Ochaco straddled his chest, looking down at him with frustration. "It's not that you're not good enough. You are the most amazing person in the world to me and even though it's kind of creepy sometimes I stare at you while you're sleeping because you're the fastest thing to recharge my happiness meter - I'm crazy about you. It's that I'm not good enough."

They both glared at each other in silence, neither willing to back down.

"Is this your shitty version of it's not you, it's me?" Katsuki scowled. "You trying to make me fucking feel better?"

It did make him feel better.

"Why does everything have to be about you and how you feel? What about me?!" Ochaco banged her hands on either side of his head and quietly shook as the impact of the hardwood sent pain down her wrists. "You call me a whore and act like I'm not good enough for you because I've got a history and you expect me to accept it when you suddenly confess that you're in love with me? Are you stupid or are you really that selfish?"

"Yes, I'm really that fucking selfish!"

"Then which one is it? Am I good enough or not good enough?!" Ochaco huffed, "Maybe instead of listening to you I should just trust my own judgement and not mess with trouble, and you are trouble!"

Katsuki grappled her down and pinned her body against the floor. Ochaco resisted in any way she could, resulting in a painful scratch down his neck and bite marks on his shoulder. That didn't bother him one iota, it was nothing he wasn't used to and he found it pretty sexy.

"Look toots, I'm not good with words. I would rather rip my face off and set myself on fire than talk about feelings and all that shit." Katsuki inwardly cringed at the thought of telling her how he really felt. "So, when I-"

Katsuki stopped talking and sighed.

"You know what? Fuck it." Katsuki tried his best to start from scratch, "I already put it out there. I fucking love you, Ochaco."

She had a way about her where whenever that happy façade shattered, her face looked different, as though she were another person entirely. It was like all her goofiness and whimsical optimism vanished and all that was left was someone that was just… tired.

"Do you really feel that way or is this your subconscious telling you this is the only way to sleep with me?" Ochaco sighed, turning her head to stare at the wall. "I know I don't come off as that smart, but I know people and I know what people are like. You're great in so many ways, Bakugo – but you're flaky and you always want to win. Is this your way of trying to 'win' me right now? Pinning me to the ground and yelling at me?"

Katsuki moved his hands from her wrists and backed off as though he'd been stung, moving his weight to his knees as he sat back. He couldn't look her in the eye. He felt guilty.

"I know you're intuitive, it makes you a good cop." Ochaco smiled, albeit bitterly. "You've probably figured out already that I've done more things than I let on. I haven't told you because I know you don't want to know and you're angry at me for that. Both for not telling you and for doing it in the first place."

The floor seemed so interesting to both of them now, as they both looked down.

"But just because you're angry at me doesn't mean it's okay to do the one thing that hurts me."

"And what's that?" Katsuki asked, his voice low.

"Love me."

The moments ticked past in tense silence.

"Urgh…" Katsuki scowled, rubbing the nape of his neck furiously while he glared down at her. "Cry me a fucking river."

His philosophy was everybody had shitty hang-ups. You either figure them out so you can get on with life or you accept it as a part of yourself that will probably never change and move on from there. The one thing you didn't do was have a fucking pity party about it.

"You jerk." Ochaco frowned, perplexed. She pushed past him and stomped into the kitchen and he heard the vague sound of things opening and slamming in her wake, "This is why we can't talk honestly about anything!"

He followed her with a headache slowly worming its way through his skull. He pinpointed the pain right on the side of his forehead as he listened to her racket.

"I made you dinner, stupid." Ochaco slammed the plate down on the counter, still steaming from the microwave. "Maybe if you weren't doing… whatever it was you were doing, it'd be straight out of the pan instead of heated up like a frozen meal like the rest of the garbage you eat!"

She froze as he banged his fists on the bench loudly, like a barbarian.

"You wanna know what I was fucking doing?!"

Ochaco stepped back, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. He'd seen that pose over a thousand times while working as a cop and it never spelled anything good, it was usually when he pushed people too far.

Take deep breaths, calm down.

This wasn't the time to tell her that he was totally committed and wanted to put a ring on her chubby little finger and possibly die together in an old folk's home surrounded by their children and grandchildren. She'd just look at him like he'd grown two heads or something and all that effort would backfire and knowing Ochaco, she'd run for the fucking hills. Hell, if he was a girl, he'd run from him too.

"Look, you got the wrong idea about me toots."

"Then talk to me…" Ochaco sighed, rubbing her hand through her hair. Her fringe stood up on end and she looked just about as tired as he felt. "Please."

"Okay, just sit the fuck down." When she took a stool across from him, he scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "I'll give you all the dirty details. The good, the bad and the ugly. Then you can make up your mind about me. Maybe even tell me something about your shitty life, yeah?"

She perked up hearing that, as though maybe all he had to do to make her happy was just stop being so close-lipped about everything. It was easier said than done, he didn't really like talking about himself. Well – that wasn't quite true. He didn't like talking about the bad things about himself.

Still, he loved her and hated the thought that she didn't want him based on the fact that he wasn't readily available to anyone else. If he wanted something or someone, he'd go to the ends of the earth to do it. It's just he'd never been ready, interested or found a girl worth it to try.

In many aspects, he was new to this whole love thing.

Ochaco nodded and stole a piece of his steak while she put on her best reporter voice, "So how did you become Bakugo Katsuki, lady killer?"

Katsuki played with his food while he thought of what to say. She cooked him the typical working man's dream – a big steak, mashed potatoes, and vegetables with corn on the side. The only thing that was missing was a beer, which admittedly he craved more than oxygen right now.

"I used to have this weird sense of entitlement when it came to women."

"Oh honey, I can't imagine you being like that at all." Ochaco cooed sarcastically, a big grin across her face.

"Shut the fuck up." Despite his harsh words, he laughed. "So here I was, your typical great shape, captain of the football team and top score for every class kind of guy and then when it came to girls, I always fell short. I never had any dating experience in high school – I just thought that shit would work out eventually if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I get it." Ochaco's eyelashes fluttered down in thought. "It's like how you think that things are just going to work out someday like it's your destiny. But then reality kicks in and you wonder where the time went..."

"I wanted the dream." She reminisced, "I wanted to be like Cinderella and I wanted to be saved by my prince, but when you're a kid you never think that there are other princesses out there that are more suited than you to be with your prince charming. You never think that there are people forward enough to take what you feel is yours. I was too immature back then to figure out that no one belongs to anyone and playing the waiting game doesn't actually work. Life comes at you fast, doesn't it?"

Bakugo disagreed. He was hers from the moment he laid eyes on her over a decade ago. He just didn't realise it back then.

"Yeah, bet you never thought you'd end up sitting around with the dragon, huh princess?"

Ochaco smiled thoughtfully, "You know, I actually wouldn't have it any other way. I know we fight all the time, but you can't help that you're rude and mean."

That bitch.

He stopped to eat once in a while and occasionally looked up at her from his food, Ochaco's face breaking into a big dumb grin every time they made eye contact, her cheek resting on her palm and the other nursing a cup of joe.

"So, since you know me so well you've probably figured out what happened next."

"I can give an educated guess?" Ochaco hummed, "You rudely asked a girl why she didn't want to have sex with you, she told you exactly why and you took it to heart and mulled over it for ages and then after a string of rejections you finally figured out that-" She mockingly drew in a sharp breath of surprise, "Women like to be treated like people too!"

"Firstly, that's not exactly how it happened." Katsuki paused between chewing and waved his fork towards her menacingly. "Secondly, fuck you."

"It's not like I don't think women are people or that they're any less than me. You think I could have sick ideas like that and still be raised by a monster – I mean mother – like mine?" Katsuki muttered defensively. He digressed, "I just didn't know how to be nice… to anybody."

Katsuki could feel the heat creeping up his neck and felt beyond ashamed. Talking about his own faults wasn't one of his strong suits, especially when it came to dumb failures. It wasn't like he was particularly special though. Who didn't have an embarrassing past?

"So, I learned how to not be a massive dick, I got in through the door, fucked more girls than I could drunkenly recall and never realised I was doing anything wrong," Katsuki said, his heart squeezing like the memory was as raw as it was yesterday. "Then I met this one girl-"

"Wait, wait!" Ochaco interrupted his train of thought, effectively crashing it off the rails. "What do you mean doing something wrong? How can you be bad at sex? Isn't it a natural and human thing to do like eating or breathing?"

What a fucking virgin.

"Fuck, are you actually going to make me explain it in detail?" Katsuki sighed, his hands riling up his hair as he lectured her impatiently, "It's like when you just fuck someone with very little foreplay and you just… I don't know, rail them hard and fast and then when they actually get a feel for the rhythm and are close to cumming, you throw that out the window by abruptly changing positions. Say you feel ready to nut and you don't want it to end so you flip her over and fuck her doggy style and by then she's lost the build-up she needed to cum. It's like a fucking rollercoaster. You can't just suddenly stop on the way up."

It took a while to register all that information into Ochaco's brain, as her expressions changed from blank, to confused and then embarrassed. She was probably still in the same frame of mind he was back then, where being part of the internet generation and having porn so easily accessible, you think great sex is like a porno. Rough thrusting, loud moaning and changing positions every five seconds and fucking for an ungodly amount of time that would leave any normal person sore and as swollen as the balloons at a sweet sixteenth.

"Now if I can get back to the story." He paused, glaring at her for a moment to see if his star student would raise her hand for any more questions. "I met a girl and she clearly wasn't into faking it. I don't think she wanted to be there at all, let alone have me breathing down her neck at the party we were at. All the girls before her used to fake it and scream out and all that shit, but she just laid there with this disappointed look on her face."

"I want to meet her. I want to be her best friend." Ochaco giggled, her face even redder now that he was giving all the dirty details.

"Maybe a minute or two in, I just couldn't stay hard staring at that face – it was so bad it reminded me of getting detention and the look the teachers would give me while I just sat there - so I lost my temper and asked her what the fuck she wanted me to do." Katsuki rubbed his brow and smiled wolfishly. "She was a girl who knew what she wanted, I'll give her that."

"She must have been…formidable." Ochaco said as she tried her hardest to choose her words carefully, "To have expectations like that, much less towards a stranger."

"Best way to describe it is like those traffic controllers with the batons, waving cars left and right. Up, down, to the left – no, the right – that's the spot, keep going. You get my drift?" Katsuki grinned, "She really was something else."

The memories flooded back as he played with his food, as though it was only yesterday. There was something inspiring that came with thinking about how you used to be and where you are today, as though every tiny bit of improvement was part of a journey – your journey – towards success. It was so easy to see it in hindsight, but so demoralising grinding through each passing moment.

"We stayed up all night and she taught me everything I know today."

He felt relieved to tell someone something so personal and secret, but at the same time, his chest tightened with the regret that a memory so important to him had now lost a little bit of magic by being transformed into words. It sounded dumb when he thought about it, but these experiences were a part of who he was and to put that vulnerability on display made him feel like a dog exposing its belly for a scratch.

"I just wanted so badly to do everything perfectly, that by the time she stopped criticising me and just loved how I made her feel, I could finally start actually enjoying it." Katsuki felt raw when he spoke. "Even though I have never given a flying fuck about what people think about me, I wanted-"

He wanted to impress Ochaco, showing even the worst of himself.

"You wanted her to accept you." Ochaco finished, smiling. "All of you."

This is why Katsuki loved her. Ochaco understood him enough that he didn't need to say the things that made him feel weak.

"Between sex, we talked about everything. By the end, I knew who she was, who she'd planned to be and everything, from the first guy who broke her heart to what she ate for breakfast that morning. Even though she was a pain in the ass, I liked her and more than anything, I respected her." For a moment, Katsuki got caught up in the memories. "Towards the end she started looking at me like how you sometimes do, smiling at me but at the same time looking like you're about to cry."

Katsuki didn't mean to say the last bit, but he felt so candid right now that he couldn't help it. The floodgates had opened and now that he'd told her these shitty pieces of himself – the little fuck-ups that got him to the point he was today, he felt like he could tell Ochaco anything.

"Did you love her?"

"God no."

He didn't even hesitate.

"Wait – what?" Ochaco raised her brows and frowned at him reprovingly. "You made love to this girl like you were the only two people in the world."

"Baby, I didn't even know her name, can't remember it if I tried." Katsuki grinned, devilishly.

"You are an asshole." Ochaco wrinkled her nose with disgust, stealing his last piece of steak. Before she popped the meaty cut in her mouth, she reiterated, "Asshole with a capital A+"

"You know me, I like being the best at whatever I set out to do."

He braced himself when she rose from her seat, thinking she was going to throw the jug of steaming hot coffee at him. Instead, she poured him a cup and slammed it down on the bench top. She always did have a knack for hospitality.

"Anyway, that's my tortured past done." He ended, taking a sip of coffee.

"No, that's not the end." Ochaco leaned forward and Katsuki could almost see cleavage through the neckline of her shirt. "What happened in the morning?"

"It was just as cliché as you could imagine. Sun started streaming through the windows, she climbed on my lap. It was slow and intense and we just kissed and held each other like it was our last day on earth." Katsuki said, without even a slither of emotion leaving his voice.

There was something about the finality of it that stung, even though it happened over half a decade ago. The only thing he could equate it to was saying goodbye to an old friend, knowing that there would never be a chance that you would ever see them again.

Ochaco broke him out of his stupor by retracing the memory. She crawled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, looking down at him with a smile full of tenderness. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you."

Hearing her say that was worth more than a million bucks.

"You weren't wrong about a couple of things."

"Oh yeah?" The warmth of her breath fanning his face.

It was one of those moments again. He could feel that classic quality of intimacy come over them, where even time seemed to get the hint and leave you alone together for a while. The world just goes quiet and everything falls away except for that other person you've got wrapped around your body.

Katsuki had just eaten, but he felt ravenous. He fisted a handful of Ochaco's hair and kissed her roughly, wrapping his arm around her waist to somehow bring her even closer to him. She grinded against him and met his ferocity with something even more carnal and before he could lose control he slowed down, expressing his kisses with more affection than need.

As he broke away her fingers flew to her swollen lips, and Katsuki took the opportunity to nibble on her ear and whisper sweet nothings, "I want you more than life itself."

When he said that she cupped his face in her hands and stared deeply into his eyes. Katsuki didn't know what she was looking for or what she could see, but he was hoping that she could find some hint on how much he genuinely, viscerally, desired her.

"I'm yours." She whispered, bringing her lips over his and deepening their kiss. "If you'll have me…"

"I'll have you six fucking ways from Sunday if you'll let me," Katsuki growled, grinding his erection hard against her pelvis.

He held her ass so she still remained glued to his waist while he rose from the stool, using his other hand to swipe at the cups and plates to make room for her body. The porcelain toppled over and shattered on the floor with a crash and Ochaco squealed, elated by his spontaneity.

The rest was a blur, as they tore at each other's clothes like wild animals, simultaneously trying to kiss and viciously rake at each other's flesh. He was already so beaten and bloodied that the adrenaline transferred the pain into pleasure and the deep sting from her nails against his back when she tried to tear his shirt over his head made him so fucking turned on, he felt like he'd die if he couldn't be inside her.

There was nothing sweeter than when his skin pressed naked against hers, sharing the searing heat, smouldering together like embers in a blazing fire. Katsuki had never felt this way in his life. He felt drunk and thirsty simultaneously, like the taste of her skin intoxicated him to the point of oblivion but if he drew his mouth away for even a second, his body would explode from the inside out like a meteor meeting the atmosphere.

As he sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder, Ochaco let out a sound he'd never once heard in his life. It reminded him of a sigh, mixed with her own soft voice and made utterly musical by a quiver, as if her whole body hummed with arousal.

If it was anybody else, he'd laugh, record the sound and make Deku guess what kind of bird call it was. Since it was Ochaco, the sound drove him absolutely fucking insane to the point he felt so lightheaded that he was sure his body had its priorities straight and was ready to sacrifice every drop of blood dedicated to his brain and organs and send it directly to his dick.

Katsuki was affronted by the sight of her shorts, still buttoned and tight around her waist like their mere function was to cover her. He tore at the fabric with distaste, nothing more satisfying than when the button popped off and instead of bothering with the zip, he tugged so roughly down her thighs that her panties followed suit.

His hands were shaking when he drew a condom from his wallet and ripped the foil apart with his teeth. Katsuki was relieved when her clumsy hands undid his belt and his jeans pooled over his ankles. He waited, seemingly for a lifetime, to see if she would pull his cock from his briefs, just to see how her hands looked wrapped around his length to keep the memory for a rainy day, but Ochaco was just as petrified as he was.

"Kacchan…"

Disregarding her hesitant gaze, he let his dick spring free and rolled the condom over his painfully hard erection.

"W-Wait…" Ochaco mumbled, pushing his shoulders back. "Kacchan, wait!"

He couldn't wait. He loved her too fucking much.

"Stop!" She cried out, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.

The head of his cock was positioned right at her entrance and with just a little pressure, even the slightest thrust, he'd be inside her. He was already sandwiched between her thighs so there was no way she could wriggle out of it if he did.

"Katsuki!"

He couldn't do it.

Katsuki crumpled, resting his head against her shoulder while he calmed himself down. She was shaking like a leaf beneath him and he breathed in her scent, totally drunk from every part of her. He loved her too fucking much and the thought of hurting her nearly destroyed him.

"It's okay, I'm not going to fuck you." Katsuki was surprised by how threatening his voice sounded when he intended to be reassuring.

Ochaco looked like a deer in headlights, her whole body frozen like a Greek statue. She was so tense that if he pushed her over, she would shatter like the plate on the floor. He rubbed warmth into her arms and tried to be as gentle as possible, more so for himself than for her.

Katsuki was like a rubber band pulled so far apart that it was ready to snap. He'd never made it so far, only to have to stop so quickly and his mind was reeling from the inertia. For some reason, he felt betrayed by her rejection, despite being able to rationalise why she wouldn't want to lose her virginity getting roughly fucked on a kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry – I shouldn't have started this." Ochaco pulled away, covering her breasts with her arms.

"You're right," Katsuki agreed. "You shouldn't have."

He groaned as he peeled the condom down the length of his painfully hard erection, a bead of precum at the very tip. Ochaco watched with interest as he tucked his cock back into his boxers, manoeuvring his length to the side so that it didn't poke out from his waistband. While he did so, Katsuki couldn't help but return her gaze, focusing on the pink, wet folds between her legs. She was as wet as he was hard and there was no part of 'I won't fuck you' that meant that she wasn't allowed to get off. When she finally got her eyes off his cock, she noticed his wandering gaze and slapped her thighs together with surprise.

Katsuki coaxed her close to him but she hesitated. After a few moments of tense silence, he reiterated what he had said before through clenched teeth, "I'm not going to fuck you."

Ochaco visibly relaxed and with a demure smile, she said, "Well, when you say it like that it sounds like you don't really want to."

It was like she was trying to piss him off. Then she made everything okay with a simple hug as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Katsuki gave her ass a squeeze as he lifted her up and brought her into the bedroom. Ochaco was silent, but it was comforting, intimate.

When he set Ochaco on the bed, she laid back lackadaisically despite being entirely naked. Her breasts were perfect, even when they were flattened against her chest as she laid on her back, stretched out like a cat in the sun.

There was nothing sexier than confidence and Katsuki always prided himself in his presence – his magnetism – but standing there looking down at her made his palms sweaty, like a prepubescent boy trying to speak to the girl he liked.

He should have laid down with her, touched her hair or rubbed her stomach – anything. Instead, he sat at the edge of the bed, hunched over as he rubbed his face with his hands.

"Are you okay?" Ochaco asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"No."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." Katsuki groaned, uncomfortable that he couldn't just mull over things by himself. "I'm mad at myself."

"That's dumb," She laughed, "Why?"

"Shut up."

Ochaco wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. Her body was warm and soft against his back and she hummed, trying her very best to rock him back and forth despite how much he resisted.

"It's kind of funny." Ochaco mused, "I've always wanted to be something I'm not. Sometimes when I see people working hard and being strong or being sexy and captivating, I want to try being that too."

Katsuki couldn't find any words to say. He thought up a couple of reassuring phrases, but none felt right.

"I always thought you were strong and confident and good at everything. Everything just worked out for you, always. You always knew what you wanted." She said, running her hands over his shoulders. "But to hear that you stumble too – that you are kind of awkward and bad at things and you make dumb mistakes that any normal person would be able to figure out not to do-"

"Get to the point."

"I just think you're cute." Ochaco laughed, "Kacchan I think you're really, really cute."

"Cute, huh?" His voice was barely audible.

Katsuki threw her back and pinned her against the bed. Before she could think, he bit down on her bottom lip and kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips. Ochaco tasted bitter like coffee but she was so sweet when she moaned and licked him, her hips grinding against his thigh.

Ochaco pushed him away and Katsuki braced himself for the cold shower ahead, but instead, she held his shoulders tightly and looked up at him and said, "Is it going to hurt?"

"Not for me, at least." Katsuki gave her his most charming, wolfish grin.

"This is the time you're supposed to stop acting like a bastard and reassure me." Ochaco dug her nails into his shoulders, waiting for the impossible.

Again, he thought of all the useless platitudes under the sun that he could say to her, to try to beg or cajole her into fucking him. Then Katsuki decided fuck it, he'd just tell her the truth.

"Yeah, I'm not a nice guy. I'm a bastard." Katsuki grinned. It wasn't a great way to start, but it was his way, "I'm going to lick your pussy until you're on the verge of cumming, but I'm not gonna let you get off."

Ochaco struggled underneath him but when he nibbled and licked the sweet spot near her collarbone, she was like putty in his hands. "Then when you've lost how close you were to release, I'm going to fuck you with my fingers. You think it feels good rubbing the clit? Wait till you feel the G-spot, baby."

She tried to speak, but all words became jumbled when he rolled his tongue over her nipple, the other held hostage between his thumb and pointer as he squeezed. "And guess what, sweetheart? The only way I'm letting you get off is if I'm eight inches deep inside of you."

He made his way down her stomach, kissing and tasting her skin.

"Are you trying to torture me?" Ochaco groaned, lifting her hips as he teasingly licked her navel.

"You've been torturing me since you stepped through my door in that tiny Chinese dress." Katsuki was at his breaking point, but he kept his voice steady. "That's what we do. We torture each other."

"How am I supposed to torture you back in this situation?" Ochaco's voice broke and she looked on the verge of tears by how sexually frustrated she was.

"We'll share the pain," Katsuki said, decidedly. "Ochaco I'll let you do anything to me. You can scratch me, bite me and even hit me. Do it when it hurts most – hell, you can do it even when you feel good."

"Kacchan, you'll make me cum?"

Her voice was so fucking sexy when she was desperate.

"Only with my cock deep inside you."

Katsuki was so close he could smell how wet she was and it drove him insane. He could feel it in his bones. If she said no, he was going to fucking die right there on the edge of the bed.

"I thought you said you weren't going to fuck me." Ochaco ran her hands through his hair, looking down at him tenderly. "I want you to – Katsuki, I want you - but I'm scared."

"I'm scared too," Katsuki admitted, after a brief pause. "I'm really fucking scared I'm going to fuck this up because I can tackle a guy down and restrain him in my sleep but I've got no clue how to show you how much I fucking love you. At least not without fucking the god given shit out of you."

"Oh, honey - that's so romantic, did you get that from a movie?" The sarcasm lacked the bite and was sickly sweet, but it made him smile. "Your blunt honesty is something I've always loved about you though."

Ochaco's words brought Katsuki up on cloud nine and he showed how happy her words made him the only way he knew how. She moaned as he swept his tongue over her clit, tasting and smelling her complete arousal. Ochaco bucked her hips against his mouth in response and he did everything he could to hold her down. Her taste was addictive and he wanted to lick and suck on her soft flesh until he could taste her orgasm a thousand times over.

She took what he had said wholeheartedly, raking her fingernails through his scalp and pulling his hair hard enough to rip it out every time he tried to pull away, but he had to. She was already on the brink and he fucking had to.

"Kacchan, please don't stop!" Ochaco begged.

"Fuck." Katsuki groaned. He stood up so that he could bring distance between them so that he could control himself. When Ochaco said his name like that it made him weak.

She got on her knees and grabbed his arm, establishing the electric connection between them once again. "Kacchan I want to just make love. I don't want to wait…I-I want to feel good."

That's exactly what he wanted to hear, but he wasn't going to go back on his word. At least that's how he felt until she pulled down his boxers and gripped the base of his cock with her fist.

Ochaco's eyes never left his as she opened her mouth wide and sucked the tip of his dick, her tongue lapping against the head of his cock urgently like it was a popsicle on a hot summer's day.

"Ah, fuck…" He groaned, a rough and guttural sound that made her sink her lips down the length of his cock slowly.

She was inexperienced and occasionally he felt the rough sensation of her teeth against his skin, but he could tell that Ochaco enjoyed it as much as he did and her enthusiasm went a long way.

When she got a rhythm of stroking and sucking going, Katsuki was completely fucked.

He'd never kept eye contact with a girl while they were sucking him off before and the intimacy of her chocolate brown eyes never leaving his face made him fall in love with her a hundred times over. Every time she drew his length deep into her mouth and moaned, the vibrations of her pleasure brought him close to blowing his load right down her throat.

Wait – why was she moaning?

Unless she was born with a G-spot where her uvula should be, there was no way sucking his dick felt that good.

Katsuki peered down and finally cracked the case.

Her hand was cupped over her pussy and she was rubbing over her clit while sucking his dick. From the look on her face, she was as close as he was to cumming and if she had it her way, his load shooting into her mouth would be what she needed to drive her over the edge.

Katsuki tore her hand away and brought it up to his mouth, rolling his tongue over each finger as she did to his dick. Even blindfolded he knew that taste more than any other flavour in the world.

It took godlike self-restraint to pull away, but she gave him no choice.

Katsuki collapsed on top of her and pinned her down with each hand, ceasing all stimulation to bring her further and further away from climax. Ochaco fought against him, trying to grind against his skin to find some way to release the tension but he just wouldn't let her. Frustrated beyond belief, she bit down into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood and he growled, taking the brunt of the pain until she tuckered herself out.

He eased his grip around her wrist and slipped his fingers through her wet folds, easing slowly inside her. Ochaco squirmed away but slowly he settled his finger right to the hilt, probing at first to get her used to the sensation.

She seemed sceptical at first, scrunching her nose up and looking at the ceiling as she tried to pinpoint how it felt until he rubbed against the rough wall of the g-spot and she gasped, her muscles taut as her back arched up with pleasure.

Painstakingly slowly, he eased his finger out and gave her a moment of respite while she figured out her feelings. Then he slipped his finger back in and arched so that he prodded the sweet spot dead on.

Ochaco squeaked and her fists curled as she gripped the sheets, her breathing heavy. She watched him from downcast eyes, her lips parted and she nibbled on her bottom lip with anticipation. He followed a rule from her playbook and his gaze never left hers as he fucked her with his fingers, tantalisingly slow.

As he kept up the pace, she responded to him more, her hips meeting the palm of his hand while she moaned and cried out, "M-More!"

Katsuki obliged, inserting a second finger while she grinded her hips wildly against his hand, trying to set the pace faster than what he was willing to allow. His fingers were cramping from the awkward curled position to pleasure her and he felt as though if he kept going, he was going to prematurely cum just from the sight and feeling of her clenching around him.

"Kacchan, I'm ready!"

He practically dove for the bedside table and yanked off the draw from the hinges, pulling his condom packet out and throwing everything else aside as he ripped the foil and slid the latex over his aching cock.

Without warning or hesitation, he gripped his cock and thrust his entire length inside her, right to the hilt. His whole body quivered as he revelled in the feeling of her enveloping him completely, hugging his flesh with liquid hot arousal.

For a moment he felt too guilty to look at her, so caught up in his own need that he didn't consider the pain she might be experiencing. Ochaco pressed her palm against his cheek, forcing him to look. Instead of seeing pain, he saw undeniable love, relief, and happiness.

"I love you," Ochaco said.

There just weren't any words to describe how he felt about her right at that moment, so Katsuki collapsed down onto his elbows and kissed her softly. How could he possibly say that right then and there, he was willing to give up everything – his career, his house, his money, even his life – just to have her look at him the way she did right then.

He brushed Ochaco's brown hair from her face, feeling the softness of each strand between his fingers and letting the supple smoothness of her skin seep into his memory. He could see every pore and chart the gradient of red to pink on her cheeks, his thumb plotted the curve of her lips and his eyes registered every eyelash as her big brown eyes flickered up at him.

Katsuki felt as though he'd seen God.

"I could die right now." He muttered, completely entranced.

Ochaco laughed softly.

"Please don't." She whispered, nuzzling her nose against his.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze and he was brought back to reality. His hips moved instinctually, thrusting with her rhythm as she held him hostage in her embrace.

Katsuki gripped the back of her thigh, tilting her hips higher so he could fuck her deeper than before and the tender moment was lost in the carnal need to push each other into oblivion. Their voices reached a crescendo driven by the beat of the bed as it creaked, rocking into the wall.

"Kacchan, I love you!"

She clawed his shoulders and back until each scratch felt like fire and seared him to the core. Katsuki watched as she trembled and gripped him tighter, arching her back as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Katsuki couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pushed her legs back further and came as deep inside her as he could reach, her walls squeezing him tight and milking him each thrust as they both came together.

He collapsed, totally spent, and she held him to her breast and stroked his head while they caught their breath. When he looked up at her face, she smiled back at him with tears falling from her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Katsuki mumbled, groggy.

That came off as harsh, but he didn't mean it that way.

She looked down at him, perplexed, before wiping her cheeks and rubbing her eyes as though she didn't realise herself that she was crying.

"Nothing's wrong," Ochaco mumbled as she wiped her face. "I'm just happy, I think."

Katsuki lifted himself up and Ochaco panicked, holding him tighter into her embrace. Usually, he had no patience for clingy girls who liked to cuddle after sex, but right now there was nowhere else he wanted to be. It was just he had to do his due diligence first.

"Hey," Katsuki cupped her face and looked her steadily in the eye. "I'll be back before you know it."

He cleaned himself up in the bathroom and came back with a wet hand towel, pulling her thighs apart as he wiped her down. She stared down at him with a shy smile and let him really look at her. She didn't bleed that much, only a soft pink tinge on the hand towel. Not nearly as much as he bled from the damage she did to his back and shoulders.

"I thought it was going to hurt a lot more than this." Ochaco murmured, cupping her mound the minute he pulled his hand away. "It does kind of hurt now, but it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be."

Katsuki listened and nodded, but he tended to drift into his thoughts after sex. It was as though the high point was lost and nothing could compare with how good he felt seconds ago. When he sank into bed beside her, she tangled her limbs around him and brought him back to reality.

There just weren't words to describe how much he fucking loved her.

"You're not sick of me now that you've finally slept with me, right?" Ochaco asked, half-jokingly.

"Don't laugh at me, okay." Katsuki said, Ochaco smiling expectantly back at him, "But I want to keep fucking you until you're old and busted."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"You can take it or leave it, baby." Katsuki grinned as her nose curled up in mock disgust.

They laid together in comfortable silence, soaking in the smell of sex and the reassuring warmth of body heat until Ochaco crawled up onto his chest and kissed him softly.

"I'll take it." She whispered.

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