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Ochako’s eyes opened slowly, streaming sunlight burning them as the reality of her hangover set in. “Oww,” she moaned, pressing her palms into her eyes.
“Why did I drink so much?” she asked herself redundantly.
She sifted through the facts, her brain hazy. Yesterday had been her birthday. She’d been in New York. Was hopefully still in New York. And had gone to get a “couple” of drinks with some American heroes. Drinks she had only agreed to as she had the rest of the week off, not that heroes ever truly get days off.
Ochako pushed herself up, dehydration setting in just seconds before panic.
She’d only been in New York for a month, but she knew what the inside of her hotel looked like.
This wasn’t it.
“Oh fuck,” she slapped her hand over her mouth. More money into the “bad habits I picked up in high school” jar.
Trying to not make herself more dizzy she did a quick scan of the room. It was much more upscale than the one she had been staying in: floor to ceiling windows lined the wall giving her a gorgeous view of Central Park.
She shifted in the bed, trying to angle herself a better view from where she was at, when heat suddenly bloomed between her legs; a feeling she hadn’t felt in months: freshly fucked.
Ochako tore her eyes from the green oasis to find that she hadn’t slept alone. Though if the current state of the duvet and sheets said anything it was that no one had slept at all. She threw the blankets off, revealing a patch work of bite marks all up her legs and torso.
“Fuck you taste good,” a rough voice had come from the end of the bed. Ochako’d gasped as the man’s fingers slid up the inside of her calf, long graceful fingers massaging the inside of her knee as hot lips kissed and bit their way up her shins.
He’d barely even touched her ankle and she was nearly ready to get off, that much she remembered.
Ochako swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the warmth spreading.
“I bet that’s not all that tastes good,” she’d said, urging him to move up her body.
Teeth bit down on the inside of her thigh. “Patience,” he’d teased, his hands running down her legs as he positioned himself between them. “I promised you all night didn’t I?”
“Fuck yes,” the whisper exhaled out of her.
“Since when do you swear?” A chuckle rumbled through her core.
“Since when are you such a tease?”
Ochako moaned at the forgotten memory, the sensation of his fingers digging into the meat of her ass still lingering. The thought alone was enough to get her wet again.
“Focus,” she told herself. “You are in a stangers hotel for fuck sake.”
She looked to the nightstand. Her phone was on the charger. A glass of water and two excedrin sat waiting. 8:02 am.
“Don't you have to be up early?” she had asked, feeling his tongue trace lazy circles on the inside of her thigh...so close to where she had wanted him, yet so far away.
“I already called the agency,” he’d said, nipping at the sensitive flesh, his stubble lightly scratching along her.
He was a hero. Whomever she had spent the night with was a hero. “Oh god,” she groaned again, downing the pills with the cold water.
“Oh god!” she had screamed, her fingers gripping his soft locks as he finally made it to the apex of her legs. His tongue drew up her slit expertly, swirling along her clit. Her hips bucked into him, unashamed at the sensation it brought. “When did you get so good at this?”
She knew him. Had she slept with him before? No, she would have remembered that, at least that’s what she told herself. Ochako didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with strangers; she knew the hero, whoever he was.
Long fingers pushed into her, causing her to throw her head back into the pillows. It had been so long...and her own fingers could only reach so far. They curved up into the soft of her, slowly, teasingly, as he sucked on her clit. Her hips rolled into his face, desperate. She was so close...just needed a little push…
“You cum when I say you cum,” his voice growled at her entrance. It was nearly enough to throw her over the edge until he bit her hip.
Hangover aside things could have been worse. Ochako was convinced she hadn’t slept with a stranger. Whomever she had slept with was quite good, the effects of her post orgasm bliss still evident. How many times had she gotten off?
“It’s a sin for you to taste this fucking good,” his tongue darted into her. His slick fingers played along her clit, circling with perfect pressure. Her thighs tightened around his head like a vice, desperate for more. His arm came up, pushing one away. “Trust me, there’s worse ways to die. But if you want to get off you can't suffocate me.”
Ochako stood, her legs betraying her. Grabbing onto the nightstand she pushed herself upright. Her clothes littered the floor. The dress she had bought for the occasion ripped to shreds, sequins splayed across the lush carpeting.
“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see all of you when you cum.”
“I can’t, the dress--”
“Fuck the dress,” he sat up, his warmth leaving with him. Large hands slid up her body, grabbing the neckline of the fabric.
“Don’t,” she half heartedly pleaded. “I just bought it.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he flashed a wicked smile. “I’ll buy you a hundred if you want them.”
His teeth...fuck his teeth had been perfect. Ochako turned to find a white robe laying at the end of the bed, The Pierre , embroidered on its pocket. She knew the hotel, she was still in New York. Relief washed over her.
The fabric tore, delicate sequins flying about the room. His warm rough hands grabbed her sides, thumbs tracing circles. “Fuck me,” he growled animalistically. “What I wouldn’t have given to see you in that back in the day.”
Ochako wrapped the plush robe around herself, spotting her black lace bra hanging off a lampshade. The bra, and the matching panties, had been an early birthday gift.
“Cum for me, Ochako,” he was between her legs again. His slow teasing ministrations now had a sense of urgency, of purpose, as he licked, sucked, and bit her closer to the edge. “I want to see your pretty pussy cum for me,” his tongue slid between her folds, the coil inside her tightening down -ready to release.
Bathroom, she thought to herself. She needed to clean up the mess the mystery man was still somehow making.
Her hands ripped his hair, her back arching as the coil sprung free and launched her over the edge. “Fuck yes!” she’d screamed, latent waves of euphoria washing over her. It had been so long since…
Ochako sat carefully, the chill of the toilet seat soothing. Why was it soothing? she questioned herself. She glanced around the bathroom, the oversized walk in shower still dripping wet. Did we fuck in there too?
“Gotta say, loving this dirty mouth of yours,” his lips pressed to hers, her essene sharp on them. He sucked and pulled on her bottom lip, his hands roaming her body.
“I need,” she breathed, taking in the weight of him on top of her, his bare chest hot against her.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear.
“I want,” she moaned, her nails scratching down his muscled back.
“Tell me what you want,” he bit onto her earlobe.
“You,” she confessed to him, to herself, to the universe. She couldn’t remember a time where she had wanted someone so badly.
Ochako stood, with the help of the wall, the toilet softly flushing behind her. Even that is luxurious. She stumbled towards the vanity and nearly screamed at what she saw. Much like her legs bruises and bites dotted the milky white canvas of her torso and neck. She touched one particularly dark mark at the curve of her neck…
“I’m yours,” he snarled, sucking the sensitive flesh of her neck. She knew he’d leave marks but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. “Anything you want,” he promised her, his thumbs tracing just beneath her bra.
“Anything?” she asked, knowing she was playing with fire.
“Tell me what you want,” he leaned up, his eyes flashing -crimson eyes.
Ochako leaned forward, noting the light outline of fingerprints on her neck. She turned, ever so carefully, raising the bathrobe to find those same fingerprints welted across her ass. She had really asked...it had only ever been a fantasy of hers. Something she touched herself to when she was alone. The darker side of her she’d never been able to explore with anyone else before. To them she was Uravity...to him she was Ochako…
“Choke me,” she’d demanded, the alcohol fueling her courage.
“Yeah?” he asked, with a feral grin. “What else?” he leaned back down, his hand sliding up to her neck, his long fingers wrapping themselves around it with the lightest amount of pressure.
“S-spank me,” she requested, a part of her leaping for joy that she’d finally had the courage to voice her desires.
“You wanna be rough?” he asked, biting her shoulder. She let out a yip, surprised at the sharp sting of his bite. Nodding her head vehemently she let herself lose to her carnal wishes. “Wanna lose control?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
“Oh, were gonna have some fucking fun.”
Ochako turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto herself. Who was this guy?! She ran a checklist through her head. A hero she knew, great teeth, crimson eyes, and someone that, even in her most inebriated state, she trusted. Someone who took enough time to lay her out a robe, bring her aspirin, and charge her phone for her. Someone who had undeniably given her the best night of her life…
His grip on her throat tightened slightly as his mouth trailed down her chest, stopping to leave evidence whether it was sucked into her or bitten. Her back arched into his touch as he pinned her down with his weight. The air was humid and sweet with their sex.
“Fuckin perfect,” he pulled one breast free of the overpriced lace. “You know how fucking long I’ve thought about these?”
“Really?”
“Years,” he growled, taking her nipple into his mouth. She could hear the clank of his belt buckle as he undid his pants, freeing the bulge that had been pressing into her leg of its denim constraints. She wanted him, wanted him now . Her arms stretched, fingers hooking the elastic of his briefs as hot sloppy kisses wandered to her other breast. “No,” he snapped, pulling his hips away from her grasp. He reached across the bed for something, a tie -his tie, before binding her wrists above her head.
Ochako rubbed her wrists reflexively before reaching for the wrapped toothbrush that sat on the bathroom vanity. She had to get the taste of tequila out of her mouth. She noticed that he, whoever he was, had also already brushed his perfect teeth; his toothbrush sitting damp on the edge of the sink.
He slid his way back down her body, commanding that she not move her hands. “Fuck you smell so good,” he growled, quick kisses flashing down towards her navel.
“Me? What about you?” she’d asked.
“That’s just my quirk,” he chuckled, the sound of his laughter making her core ache. There was nothing unsexy about this man.
“Your quirk makes you smell like a candy shop?”
He laughed again. “Only you would think of candy.”
“I’m hungry,” she smiled.
“I’ll order us breakfast then,” he promised, licking along her slit one last time before he sat up. Putting on a show, he slowly slid his black briefs down, his length springing free.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, staring at him in a drunken awe.
“What?” he asked, kicking the briefs off of his legs. “Didn’t think I was such a cocky bastard without cause did you?”
Gargling the hotel mini mouthwash Ochako spat, now feeling the sore ache between her legs. Cocky bastard indeed .
“You sure?” he asked, lining himself up at her entrance. She nodded. “Say it.”
“So help me if you don’t, I will float your ass out into Central Pa--” she gasped, feeling him push his tip into her. “--rk.”
He slowly rolled his hips, pushing in inch by inch.
“Oh god,” she mewled, bringing her arms up to touch him.
He took one hand and pinned them back down, holding her bound wrists in place. “Relax,” he coached, rolling his hips once more.
Her head fell back as he hissed out her name, fully sheathing himself inside her. He paused a second before he began to move again. “Fuck you’re tight.”
“K--”
His mouth was on hers, his other hand back on her throat. He slowly pumped in and out of her, his grip tightening as their tongues danced.
The memory made Ochako ache. Even now, blinding headache, she wanted more.
He picked up his pace, his hips snapping into her rhythmically. Adjusting himself he kept one hand on her throat and the other found her clit, creating a sensory overload. Lowering her wrists she placed her hands over his at her neck, encouraging him to squeeze tighter. His eyes flashed as his cock slid into her, filling her wholey.
Obeying her desires he did as she’d asked, his fingers pressing harder on the sides of her throat. Not hard enough to harm but just enough to make her light headed. Sweat began to bead at his brow as he set a sensually punishing pace.
“I’m going to make you cum everywhere,” he swore to her. “All over this bed. Every surface in that bathroom. Up against the fucking window.”
She moaned deeply, the vibrations coursing through them both.
Ochako left the bathroom, minty breath masking what was entirely too much tequila. She glanced towards the window, seeing hand shaped streaks sliding down the glass.
“You want that?” he asked, his sweat now dripping down on her. “Me to fuck you against the window?”
She nodded repeatedly. She had never wanted anything more in her life.
In one swift move he pulled out of her, releasing her neck. Picking her comparatively tiny frame up he threw her over his shoulder, her squealing with laughter. He dropped her in front of the window, spinning her around.
With a sharp smack on her ass he freed her wrists of the makeshift restraint.
“Spread your legs,” he growled in her ear, his hot palms gripping her hips.
She did as he asked, leaning up against the pane of glass. It was cool by contrast, her breasts pressed firmly to it. She placed her palms on either side of her, looking out on the ever-lit city.
Her body shivered as he ran his fingers up her back, wrapping them into her brunette locks. He yanked roughly, pulling her head back.
Ochako ran her fingers into her own hair, feeling the now-sensitive spot where he had pulled. Fuck she had loved it.
“Fuck, Ochako,” he bit her shoulder again, pushing his cock inside her once more. She moaned at the sensation, of the new angle he was hitting from behind. He wrapped one hand around her to quickly find her clit again. Her hand came up, gripping his hair the same way he had hers -his blond hair.
Ochako’s head spun. Who was he?! She thought to check her phone. Maybe they had taken some selfies together the night before? Texted? A phone call at the very least? 8:09 am.
She melted, the coolness of the glass, the heat of his body, the way his cock hit all the right places within her. He sucked on the curve of her neck, their bodies both slick with sweat. His fingers worked her clit like a maestro, the coil within her tightening as each thrust pushed her closer and closer to that euphoric abyss.
Nothing. Not a text. Not a picture. Not even a bank transaction. A handful of messages on her private twitter telling her happy birthday. A few thousand messages on her public one from her fans. But nothing to explain who she had been with or how she had gotten there.
“Cum for me,” he commanded. “I want to see your face in the reflection.”
His cock slid in and out, up and down, a force of raw ecstasy and power driving into her over and over again. She had never felt so thoroughly fucked in her life. He pulled her hair, licked her neck, his breathing heavy as he was determined to see her finish before he did.
“Ka--”
“That’s it, cum for me baby,” his teeth pulled her earlobe.
Her vision blurred as her body spasmed. Her ears roared with her own heartbeat, her skin on fire from his touch. He released her hair just enough so she could look up, look at him, in the window reflection.
Katsuki.
Ochako nearly screamed. It all made sense but somehow it didn’t. A hero she was familiar with. Blonde. Ruby eyes. Smelled like...nitroglycerin. Rough and vulgar...amazing in bed…
“Katsuki!” she’d screamed, letting him throw her off of the edge. She collapsed into his firm hold, moaning his name over and over again.
“Fuck!” he emptied into her with one last thrust. Together they landed on the plush carpeting, Ochako on top of him, heaving and sweaty. “God damn, Cheeks,” he chuckled.
“Happy birthday to me,” she laughed.
“Oh, we’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?” she asked, angling her face to stare into his brilliant eyes.
“Not even close,” he said, rubbing her back. “I promised you all night. I intend to deliver. Think of it as a last minute birthday gift.”
“The dinner, dancing, and limo ride weren’t enough?”
“Not nearly enough,” his brows furrowed indignantly. “I just happened to be in New York, on your birthday, at the same bar as you no less? This is fate or some shit.”
“Fate to give me mind blowing orgasms?” she asked, teasing him.
“You bet your sweet ass it it,” he growled, rolling them over to kiss her again.
A knock came from the door, finally pulling her from her thoughts. As she stumbled over to answer it she heard voices outside.
“Thank you,” Katsuki said. “I’ll take it inside.”
“Could I, could I bother you for an autograph?” the other voice asked. “My wife is such a huge fan and--”
“No problem.”
Ochako blinked. Compelled by a sudden need to not look hungover she sprinted for the bathroom, using the pristine white wash cloths to clean up her smudged mascara. She quickly gargled some more mouthwash for reasons she couldn’t wrap her head around just yet, and chugged as much water out of her palms as she could. Smoothing down her unruly hair she pinched her cheeks to give her skin some life before re-entering the suite.
“Sleep well?” Katsuki’s voice nearly made her jump. She turned to see him, shirtless, in grey joggers, picking over the room service cart. Her body urged her to jump him right then and there but her hangover said differently.
“Where’d you go?” she asked. It was a question that someone would have asked had they remembered all of the details from the night before.
“For a run around the park. I don’t typically drink that much anymore. Needed to burn the alcohol off.”
So he had been drinking too. Good to know.
“I left you a note,” he continued. Ochako stepped to the bed, flipping the blankets back. Sure enough there was a quick message scrawled out on hotel stationary. “Got you orange juice, fresh fruit, bacon, and waffles.”
“Thank you,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Uhm, Bakugo…” His head whipped up, ruby eyes narrowing. “Sorry, habit.” Ochako realized she’d never called him by his given name until last night. “My memory is a little fuzzy...about last night.”
“Which part?” he asked, walking orange juice and more excedrin over to her. “The bar? Dinner? The sex?”
Ochako shook her head, “No, I definitely remember the sex.” A small smirk crept across Katsuki’s face as he handed her the glass. “How...how did we end up here?”
“I had the company car pick us up.”
“No,” she took a quick drink to soothe her dry throat. “Us. This.”
“Ah,” he said, walking back over to the cart to grab a piece of bacon. “Well, I ran into you at the 21 Club. We decided to have a few drinks and bullshit about UA. I’d asked you if you’d eaten. You said no, so I took you to dinner. After dinner you asked if we could go dancing. We found this tango club, with excellent sangria, and we danced until about midnight?”
“Sangria?” Ochako asked. “I thought I had tequila?”
“If you did it was before I showed up,” he shrugged, biting his bacon.
“Okay, but this?” She motioned between the two of them.
“I called a car to get you back to your hotel. When I opened the door you turned around and you kissed me.”
“I did?!”
Katsuki’s smile dropped. “You really don’t remember do you?”
“I don't really drink...ever.”
He paused, eyes flashing. “Do you regret it? This?”
“No!” Ochako nearly screamed. “I mean, no. God no. Like I said, I remember the sex...quite vividly. There’s no way I would regret tha--” she saw it then, the look on his face. “Bakug--Katsuki, I know you. Just because I haven’t seen you in about a year doesn’t mean I don't. I’ve known you longer than I’ve known anyone in the states--”
“That’s not the same.”
“I trust you, that’s what I’m trying to say. You’d never take advantage of someone when they’re drunk like that. I just needed to fill in the gaps, that's all.”
Katsuki nodded once, unblinking. A heavy silence sat between them.
“Did you mean what you said?” she suddenly asked. “About wanting that, for years?”
He swallowed. “Yes.”
Ochako fiddled with the tie on her robe, looking back out over Central Park.
“Not just the sex,” he said quietly. She turned towards him, finding him staring at the floor. “You. I’ve wanted you for years.”
She didn’t know how to process the information. She’d certainly thought about him a time or two but he had always seemed so unattainable.
“Anything I want?” she asked. He looked back up, understanding her meaning with a nod. “I want a do-over.”
“Do over?”
“A sober one,” she giggled.
A soft smile threatened Katsuki’s face. “Yeah?”
“Well unless my memory is truly just that awful, I don’t think we ever made it into the bathroom,” she teased.
His eyes flashed, primal desire lurking behind them. “I could use another shower,” he walked towards her.
She stood, taking his hand for support. “How long are you in New York?”
“Through the rest of the week,” he answered, closing the gap between them.
“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered, tipping up on her toes to kiss him.