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Ochako doesn’t know which one of them moved first.
All she knows is that Izuku turned to her, eyes sparkling as they dipped down to the lip she had been worrying between her teeth, and then his hand is sliding through her hair, his lips on hers.
She makes a surprised noise that has him pulling away, blinking quickly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”
But Ochako surges forward to capture his lips again, deciding that all this fumbling and furtive looking needs to end.
He laughs a little into her mouth, but it’s only an instant before he relaxes into it, pushing back and securing her face between his hands again, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.
When they break for air, their eyes flutter open, and Ochako wonders, briefly, when she’d closed them, and for a long moment, they just breathe, deep and heavy, looking at one another like they are sun and moon, stars and sky, ocean and sand.
“You’re beautiful,” is the first thing out of Izuku’s mouth, and he turns bright red after, dropping her gaze for the first time just to laugh. She feels her own cheeks warming up as she giggles.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmurs back.
“Was – was this – was it okay? I’m sorry if—”
Ochako captures his lips in hers again, if just to enjoy his squeak of surprise before pulling back.
“What do you think?” she replies smugly. He’s still bright pink, but all it does is bring out his freckles. This close, Ochako can see them spattered lightly over his cheeks, and all she wants to do is lean forward and take his lips again.
He does it for her.
“You’re beautiful,” he says again when he pulls away for a second, only to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss even more, moving closer, pressing the long line of his body against hers. Ochako’s heart pounds in her chest.
“Deku,” she breathes, and he groans into her neck, nipping at one of her earlobes.
“Izuku,” he murmurs, making her shiver. “Call me Izuku like this.”
Ochako has to smother a moan as arousal floods her core. His lips pepper across her neck with a confidence that she never would have guessed he possessed like this; usually, his confidence is reserved for training, for fighting villains, or for when he and Bakugou get particularly snippy with one another.
This, this is another type of confidence altogether.
The bottom of Izuku’s shirt rides up, and Ochako’s practically salivating to get a chance to hike it up. She moves slowly, at first, so that he can push her away or ask her to stop; he does tense up slightly beneath her touch, but he breathes shakily into her ear and moves even closer as she slides her palm underneath his shirt, careful to leave one finger off his skin so she doesn’t float him away.
Izuku pulls away suddenly, and there’s an apology on the tip of her tongue, but all he does is reach over his head to tug his shirt off, and then he’s kissing her harder, letting her hands roam over his back.
He’s strong. She’s seen him in training, his biceps straining underneath a hero costume that shows absolutely none of this physique, but it’s the first time she’s really appreciated that Izuku is in incredible shape. His six-pack is hard and toned, chest muscles chiselled and honed, and even the rippling muscles of his back ooze of a silent strength.
His hand ghosts over her hips, and—
Oh.
Ochako can’t hide the moan that slips out when he accidently rocks against her, and he freezes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers frantically, trying to pull away. “I shouldn’t have—”
“If you apologise one more time I will pin you down myself,” she hisses, and he turns bright red again, only for a smirk to peek through.
“I’d like to see you try,” he says, and pulls her hips hard against his, fingers leaving hot trails where they slide across bare skin.
“You can touch me,” Ochako says impulsively, not even wanting to take it back when his eyes darken with heat. His crooked fingers dart for the buttons in an instant, not bothering to ask her twice, except—
Midoriya Izuku is going to be the death of her.
He starts at her collarbone. As soon as the button there slides free, his lips are chasing the skin now revealed, only to slide down, wet and hot, to the next button, methodically, one by one, a miniature release with each press of his lips.
“Izuku,” she gasps as his lips slide over the fabric of her bra, but he makes no motion to explore further than the line her buttons sear into her skin.
She wriggles, surging when he teases the space just above her bellybutton, but it’s the last button, and he unexpectedly takes her hips and presses them hard into his bed.
His nose follows the line of kisses he’d just tracked down her body, all the way up to the line of her neck, suckling at it when she stretches out under him, keening for his touch again until he captures her lips in his once more.
“You’re good at this,” she says through lidded lashes. Izuku gives an awkward laugh.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he mumbles.
“You’ve – you’ve never done this before?” she says, chest heaving. He swallows, eyes darting down to her breasts as the pink in his cheeks stretches down to his neck, across his chest, catching her gaze. He shakes his head.
“Have – have you?”
“No,” she squeaks, biting her lip and deciding. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Izuku pounces on her again, hands sliding up her hips and around her back, pulling her easily from the bed like she weighed little more than paper, succeeding in pressing her breasts against his chest.
He pulls back only to look in her eyes, pupils blown wide, lips spit-slicked, to breathe, “Can I?” as his fingers tease the hooks of her bra. She nods.
He fumbles for a second, licking at his lips, and a giddy giggle bubbles out of her mouth as he finally manages to release the catch. When her breasts slide free of her bra, she shucks it off and discards it to one side, leaning up on her elbows, only to arch back down when his lips capture one of her nipples.
“Ah!” she gasps, a half-choked moan, one of her hands sliding through his green curls. She’s always wondered how soft they were. “I-Izu-ku—”
She’s never felt like this before; even tucked away in her own bedroom, furiously chasing her own releases, her core has never tightened with pure pleasure the way Izuku rips from her, tugging at her nipples gently with teeth. He laves one, and then the other, with his tongue, dragging it along the space between them and leaving a shiny trail of his saliva. The other isn’t neglected, however; his fingers insistently twist and tug as he nips at her breast, suckling slightly at the skin surrounding it.
Ochako knows she’s soaked with her own arousal, and she wants nothing more than for the burning need in her core to abate, but Izuku has been neglecting himself entirely besides working his hips into his sheets.
“Let me,” she gasps, starting down towards his pants, before halting at the waistband, two fingers just teasing the lip. “I mean – if – if you want me to—”
“Only if you want to—”
“I do—”
And then Izuku’s hands are beside hers, shyly flipping down his waistband to let his length spring free.
Ochako salivates at the sight. She’s not exactly experienced, and she knows more than enough about porn to know that the men online tend to be above average, but she’s by no means uncertain that Izuku is long.
“You don’t have to—”
Her hands are on him before he even finishes, hissing before swallowing a strangled moan.
“Ochako,” he breathes as she tightens her hand, gently rocking her fist up and down, transfixed by the sight. “Ah, f-fuck—”
She giggles a little, glancing up to meet his gaze, but his eyes are hooded and dark, only on her, biting at his lower lip again as his hands find their way to her breasts again.
“Izuku,” she moans at the sensation, squeezing a tiny bit harder and licking her lips when his hips buck into her hands.
“I want – I want to…” his free hand ghosts down her stomach, making her shiver, but she bites her lip and nods, shimmying herself out of her own skirt and panties with only the slightest encouragement.
Izuku looks at her like a man starved, swallowing before he grasps her hips in a sudden move and tugs her down the bed with an oof, surging up to capture her mouth in a searing kiss once more, looming over her.
He could do anything to her like this, Ochako marvels.
She would let him.
While his mouth is still on hers, tongue sweeping her lower lip clumsily, one of his hands slides down her body, between her parted thighs, and gasping into his mouth is all that she can do as his crooked fingers spread her folds.
“Izuku,” she gasps, swallowed by his mouth, as is her moan when one of his fingers slides right over her clit. “Th-there—”
“Here?” he asks, and she would punch him for that teasing smirk if he didn’t go right back to her clit in slow, steady circles, making her thighs part even more for him. “Good?”
“Very,” Ochako pants, baring her throat as he kisses down it again, nibbling slightly at the junction where her neck and shoulder meet.
The stimulation on her clit is almost enough on its own, but Izuku doesn’t seem satisfied with that, sliding his fingers down a little more, watching her with blown pupils as he slowly, slowly slides one finger inside her.
“Izuku,” is all that she can manage, eyes screwed shut tight as she smacks her head off his pillow, desperate for the coiling sensation in her gut to snap, because she’s so, so close—
Another finger inches in beside the first, teasing her, stretching her open, and just the thought of wondering, what is he stretching me for? Has her careening to the edge in a series of choked whimpers, gasped moans, begging,
“I want – I want you to—” he curls his fingers up inside her, and she could swear she could see stars, and she reaches for his cock without a second thought. “Please—”
“I don’t have a c-condom—”
“I’m on the pill, it’s – it’s okay, I swear—”
He doesn’t ask her if she’s sure. They trained themselves out of that habit in training months ago, and Ochako is so grateful that carries over here, because she has never been surer of anything in her life than she is sure about this.
She whines a little when he withdraws his fingers, but then he’s breathing hard and wrapping a hand around himself, teasing her entrance and rubbing the tip through her folds to lube himself up.
“You have to tell me if you want me to stop,” he warns her. “Promise me.”
“I will,” she says, wiggling her hips in a hopefully enticing way. “Don’t tease me.”
Izuku has never looked more divine, more blasphemous than in the light above her, as he gently, gently presses himself into her. Each breath comes out shakier than the last, and a short while in, though he’s not fully bottomed out inside her, he takes to small, shallow thrusts to ease the passage, startling moans out of her throat.
“Ochako,” he groans; every muscle in his body looks strained as he finally, finally reaches the hilt, and she can only scrabble for purchase on his skin because if this is what heaven feels like, Ochako will die happy. “Sh-shit, I—”
She whimpers when he shifts, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against a spot inside her that makes her tighten inadvertently, and he grunts at the motion too.
“You feel,” Ochako whimpers. “You feel so – so good, D-Izuku—”
“You feel divine,” he replies, curling over her to breathe it straight into her ear. “You – you have no idea—”
He’s stretching her in a way she hadn’t even known she could stretch; her fingers had never explored as deep inside herself as Izuku reaches without trying, and he makes no effort to move for a long, long moment, letting her adjust as he peppers kisses down her neck, teasing her earlobes.
Finally, she gives a weak shimmy of her hips, biting her lip at the pleasure that follows, and he takes the permission for what it is.
Slowly, torturously slowly, he pulls back until only his tip remains inside her, and just as she’s lamenting the loss, he drives forwards again, not too hard, but enough to punch the air from her lungs.
“Izuku,” she begs, without knowing what she’s begging for. “Yes, yes, yes—”
Each full thrust in rubs his pubic bone against her aching clit, his tip just brushing against a spot that makes her keen, and he still doesn’t seem satisfied by having her body, by being inside her in a way nobody else ever has (and probably ever will, if all goes to plan—), one hand roaming across her breasts, the other resting just beside her head, propping his whole body weight up on one elbow as though it’s nothing.
She knows he can hold a one-armed plank for at least ten minutes.
And now, Ochako knows, dizzy from each sharp thrust punctuating her moans, she won’t ever stop thinking about this whenever he does a plank in training.
She doesn’t remember him moving his hand from her breast to her clit, but he does, and she’s gone. She cries out, faintly aware that she’s probably being too loud and so keens forward, clamping her teeth down onto Izuku’s collarbone as her orgasm reaches a crescendo, rising higher and higher before she crashes down on the wave, her walls spasming uncontrollably around him.
He moans, his thrusts stuttering slightly, swearing under his breath as he slows down to let her ride through her orgasm, never once rushing her until hers has passed entirely.
“Keep going,” Ochako says to his spit-slicked neck, eyes screwed up tightly from the aftershocks of pleasure, the dizzying feeling of him inside her. “Please, I want you to—”
“I’m close,” he interrupts her, strained, thrusts sharper now, a little harder, knocking every last molecule of air out of her lungs. “Sh-should I – pull out?”
“No, you – you can – can finish in me, it – it’s okay—"
He doesn’t last much longer, a handful of deep, hard thrusts and he’s groaning gutturally right in her ear again, and she clenches down on him on instinct, enjoying the whimper that escapes his lips as her whole body heats up with his release.
Each breath of his heaves against her chest, hearts beating as though intertwined, and all Ochako can do is look at him. Izuku is looking at her, too, eyes bright, wondrous, pupils still blown. She wonders if she looks half as fucked-out as he does, and she considers that the answer is definitely yes.
“You’re beautiful,” Izuku tells her for the third time.
“You keep saying that.”
“It’s true,” he’s pushing off his elbow, both of them hissing at the movement where they’re still connected, soft though he is inside her, and he gently pulls out, releasing a stream of his own come and her arousal with it.
“Oh god, I’m making a mess of your sheets—” Ochako frets.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Izuku says at the same time, and they both pause, glancing up at one another, before giddy laughter overtakes them once more. Instead of continuing his muttered apologies, Izuku instead climbs over to his desk, rummaging around in a drawer for a moment before passing her a box of tissues. “Maybe – um, we should – we should clean up…”
“Right,” Ochako giggles, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious without their teenage hormones yelling that they should fuck. She makes quick work of herself before shimmying herself back into her clothes, looking a little rumpled and worse for wear, but hopefully, passable.
Izuku, in turn, shimmies back into a pair of pants, but forgoes the shirt entirely in favour of sliding back into bed with her, surging forward to catch her lips in another kiss.
“I um,” he says when he pulls away, suddenly not able to look at her. “I had – I mean, I – I liked—”
She laughs, pressing her hands to his face and pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“I liked it too,” she confesses quietly, biting at her lip anxiously.
“I hope you don’t think that – that I asked you here just so I could – well, you know—”
“Of course I don’t,” Ochako promises. “But, um… I hope the others didn’t hear us…”
Izuku laughs, burning bright pink. “Um, I think Shinsou’s studying in Kaminari’s room, and Aoyama’s studying with Tokoyami in his room. Maybe… maybe next time we should use your room.”
Ochako knows what he’s trying to ask without asking, and she agrees in a heartbeat, except…
“Maybe not,” she says dubiously, scrambling over herself when Izuku’s face falls. “Jirou’s room is right underneath mine! And, um, I really don’t think she would… want to hear… us.”
He’s laughing again, relieved and easy, large hand sliding over her cheek, brushing her hair out of her face.
“If you call me beautiful one more time—”
“It’s true,” Izuku says again, softer this time. “Do you know that? And – and you’re so strong. Like, physically strong. I knew it when you fought Kacchan, and last week when you fought Satou, even though he could have overpowered you, he didn’t. you didn’t give up. You’re – you’re incredible, Ochako. You’re just… incredible.”
She wishes she could break his intense stare, but she can’t; she feels trapped under his gravity, and all she wants to do is float away from it.
“You are too,” is all she can say in response, and he does break her gaze, then, blinking, swallowing, shaking his head lightly as if he doesn’t believe it. She wants nothing more than to surge forward and insist, just like he had, how true it was, but her phone vibrates on Izuku’s desk, startling them both from their reverie.
She reaches for it, chuckling awkwardly.
“Sorry! Um, that’s – that’s just the alarm for – for my pill, actually,” Ochako admits, turning bright red as she fumbles into her bag for it. Wordlessly, Izuku passes her a glass of water to swallow it with.
“I’m sorry,” Izuku mumbles again, scratching at the back of his neck. “If – if you wanted something more – more romantic – oh, god!”
“What?” Ochako demands.
“I haven’t even asked you out on a date yet,” he bemoans, whacking his head off the wall.
Despite herself, she laughs, taking one of his crooked hands in hers.
“De-Izuku,” she says firmly. “I – I really wouldn’t trade this for the world. And yes, I’d like to go on a date with you.” She trails one of her fingers down his abs, though, biting at her lip. “I wonder if I put out on the first date…”
His eyes darken. “We just finished, don’t tease me.”
Still, a fresh twang of arousal spikes through Ochako, though she laughs it off, standing up and trying to steady herself, not realising how dizzy she feels as some of their fluids start to seep out of her.
“I think I need to head back to my room,” she says awkwardly, pressing her thighs together. He watches the movement, eyes darting down and back up, as though remembering himself. “But – but I’d love to stay. I just… think we both need to shower…”
“Yeah,” Izuku agrees, climbing to his feet beside her. He’s gotten so tall since they started a Yuuei, where they used to be almost eye-to-eye; now, he has to duck down, tilting her chin up to press his lips to hers in a sweet, chaste kiss. “Sorry we um… didn’t finish studying.”
She curses a little. “I knew I was forgetting something… I’ll just have to ask Yaomomo to help me…”
“Or,” Izuku suggests, voice a little low, eyes glittering. “You should come by tomorrow night and we can try to figure it out again?”
“Then I’ll definitely need to ask for Yaomomo’s help.”
At least the following day is a Sunday. Ochako sleeps unbelievably well, actually. Maybe she has a particularly exciting dream, and she wonders if she would get caught slipping out of the girls’ dorms to get back to Izuku’s room, but she doesn’t risk it. This late, Shinsou is bound to be up in the common room, ready to spook her.
When she goes down for breakfast, a little later than usual, she’s still smiling gently from the memory of Izuku’s hands on her body, even if it’s a little less horny than before. In fact, she’s blessed with the sight of Izuku pattering around the kitchen already as she sets herself into a seat at the counter, taking the opportunity to unabashedly stare dreamily after him.
“Wow,” Mina teases, poking her in the side. “You’re getting bold, girly. Who knows, maybe this time it’ll work!”
“Maybe,” Ochako sighs, lips curling up as Izuku worries his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration as he flips over a pancake, lighting up as it comes out together and even.
“Um, hello?” Mina says, and Ochako barely zones back in, glancing her way. “Earth to Ochako?”
She hums absently, too entranced by Izuku’s bouncing curls as he turns around, pancakes on a plate in hand, and sets in front of her. Ochako blinks down at it in surprise, glancing back up to see his pink face broken out in a shy smile as he leans down and presses a shy peck to her lips before turning back to his cooking.
Mina screams.
Ochako’s bright pink, smile even wider as she starts to eat her breakfast, staunchly refusing to look at Mina no matter how dramatically she cries into Ochako’s side.
“How are you so loud this early in the morning?” Kaminari complains tiredly, wandering in behind Izuku. “Oh, sweet, pancakes!”
“No,” Izuku says quickly, swatting Kaminari’s hand away when he reaches for one. “Not for you. Those are for Ochako.”
Kaminari blinks at him, then Ochako’s pink face, then Mina’s dramatic heart-clutching.
“One sec,” Kaminari says, eyes fluttering closed. “Ochako?!”
“Kaminari!” Mina wails. “They kissed!”
Izuku ducks his head, the back of his neck as pink as Ochako’s face must be, and most importantly, neither of them denies it.
“I’m sorry,” Kaminari says, a little dazed. “I must still be asleep.”
Izuku doesn’t reply other than to shake his head, almost fond, piling the fresh pancakes onto his own plate and rounding the corner to sit on Ochako’s other side, sliding another pancake onto her plate. In turn, Ochako rests her head on his shoulder and giggles.
Yeah, Ochako thinks happily. She could get used to this.
Kyouka: next time you want to bang midoriya please give me a heads up and i can make sure im not literally trying to study in kaminari’s room
all i heard was you moaning like a whore
Ochako: tell anybody about this and i tell everyone you want to fuck Shinsou and Kaminari at the same time.
Kyouka: what makes you think i haven’t done that already
Ochako: oh my fucking god
I’ll tell if you will
Kyouka: my room, 9pm. don’t be late and bring snacks.
mina does Not need to know.
Ochako: agreed.