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“That’s a pretty picture,”
Ochako’s in bed, lying flat on her tummy. Her shoes are kicked off and her tights are on the floor by the foot of her bed while her jacket’s thrown over the nightstand. Besides the clothing strewn around her bedroom, she’s still in uniform. From what he can see, she's on her phone, facing away from the door.
Normally this kind of environment makes his fingers itch with the urge to tidy up, but he’s frozen from under the doorframe. Her legs swing merrily in the air while her skirt rides up higher and he can’t help but admire the view.
“Knock much?”
“Door was wide open,” he says, taking two steps inside. She hasn't turned to look at him yet.
Her phone pings, calling her attention back. The bed bounces when she starts giggling.
“Who you talking to?”
She recrosses her ankles before chirping out. “Deku,”
He knows she delights in his silence, so he does a little cough-laugh. He’ll go along with this dumb little pretense if she wants to.
“Give the nerd my regards,” he says, “Anyway, what are you doing here?”
“It’s my room,” she points out, “What are you doing here?”
He walks to the edge of her bed, scooting her tights out the way, “I was just turning the corner to my room when I see this,”
Her legs kick up higher, leaving her panties on full display now. She really should’ve closed the door. Who knows what would’ve happened if someone else had walked by.
“See what?”
He kneels down and slides a palm under her skirt. “All this,” he explains, hiking the hem up to get a better look.
“Excuse you,” she says absently, thumbs still tapping away at a message.
“Don’t mind me,” he says, “Keep texting Deku, tell him what we’re up to. I’m sure he’d love to know.”
She doesn't say anything as he places both hands over her ass and squeezes. He knows better than to get into her panties without asking, but exposed ass is fair game. He opens and closes his hands around each cheek, reveling in her soft breaths. This goes on for a few more seconds until he can’t take it anymore, he leans closer and sinks his teeth in.
“Hey!” she yelps and kicks her leg out, “Did you just bite me?”
Before he can answer, she slams her heel against his shoulder. He grunts but can’t complain about the view.
“Maybe,” he admits, trying to ease back in. She puts the sole of her foot back in his face warningly.
“Don’t do it again.”
This time he catches her ankle and gently nudges it away. He holds her other leg down and splits them both apart to protect himself. He rubs her calves gingerly before leaning back in.
“Sorry,” he murmurs around her skin before pressing a kiss on the bite.
Ochako does nothing when he plants a second kiss on her upper thigh, a third on her lower back, one on the other cheek, until settling his lips back on the bite mark.
“Truly,” he says, tongue poking out to feel the tiny indents of his teeth on her flesh. “Couldn’t help it.”
Katsuki pulls away and goes back to petting her. He’s always prided himself for having big hands but even his impressive purlicue can’t encompass her ass.
“How you feelin’?” he asks, swiping his thumbs just under her ass. The lace of her panties catch briefly under his nails.
When she doesn’t reply, he pats her encouragingly, “Hm?”
“Good now,” she huffs out, “You?”
He drags his palms all the way down her thighs to test out their girth. “Never better,”
“You should leave,” she says suddenly. When his hands freeze, Ochako clears her throat, “Before someone catches us,”
“Nah,” he says, carrying on with a reassuring squeeze of her ass, “I saw Deku out by the training grounds with Scarface. He won’t be back anytime soon.”
He revels in her exasperated sigh as she shifts her weight on one hip. The new position is giving him a way better angle than before.
“Besides,” he says around a grin, “Looks like you got a little problem here.”
“What’s that?”
He presses a finger into the wet patch of her panties. Her sharp inhale gets cut off by her mashed lips, but he’s familiar with that hum by now. It's the one that lets him know he’s got her in the palm of his hand.
“Seems like you don’t mind my biting all that much,”
This time she turns her neck to shoot a glare over her shoulder, “Don’t get fresh. Just because she likes it, doesn’t mean you can go around biting me wherever you want.”
He meets her gaze and holds it over the next five heartbeats, “She?”
The pink of her cheeks darken and spread across her entire face, “My… kitty,”
He wills a smile back, wondering how she could be concerned with propriety at a time like this.
Ochako turns back around to shove her face in a pillow, muffling out, “She’s got a mind of her own,”
“That so?” he asks, free to smile now that he’s out of her sight. He assumes the faint creaking he hears is a nod.
“In that case,” he starts, propping himself on one fist. Katsuki hooks his finger on the edge of her panties and slides them aside.
“Hello, Kitty,” he says amiably, “Long time no see.”
That startles a laugh out of her, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Mind your own business, Ochako,”
“What—?”
“Sorry, what was that, Kitty?” he leans in, cupping his ear, “I couldn’t hear with this rude girl talking over you,”
Her eye roll is almost audible.
“Aww, you miss me?” he croons, thumbing through her folds. “I miss you too, Kitty,”
Her back arches, leaning into his touch. He gets close enough that his lips brush past her when he speaks.
“I don’t know why we haven’t seen each other ‘til now,” he whispers against her, “Oh, wait, that’s right. It’s ‘cause Ochako thinks I shouldn’t see you anymore.”
“Katsuki—”
“I have no idea,” he confesses, hamming it up, “It’s always something with her, but I feel like Deku might have something to do with it.”
She reaches a hand behind her to swat blindly at him.
He dodges and softly catches her wrist. “Yeah, I don’t like him either,”
“Shut up, you weirdo,” she says.
“Excuse you,” he snaps, pulling away, “We’re trying to have a conversation here,”
She tears her hand free to give him the finger.
“Can you believe this girl?” he scoffs, addressing her folds, “No manners whatsoever.”
The mattress squeaks again when she shakes her head. “You’re actually insane,”
“Just ignore her, Kitty,” he mumbles, stroking up and down her slit. “Huh?” He leans back in and chuckles. “I agree,”
“What did she say?”
“Should I tell her?” he whispers.
“Oh my god.”
“Do you really wanna know?”
“Katsuki.”
“She called you a cunt,”
It’s quiet for a beat before she snorts, “Tell her I said look who’s talking.”
“Ochako said look who’s talking.” He relays, mocking her. Then he laughs again and parts her with his fingers, “Yeah, I know. She’s completely lost her mind, talking to a part of herself through me like I’m some middleman.”
Ochako sucks in another breath in anticipation but Katsuki doesn’t move.
“Anyway, it was nice seeing you, Kitty, but I really should go,” he says, fingers still spread over her folds. “You know, before someone sees,”
She goes completely still.
“How ‘bout a kiss goodbye?” he asks.
The bed creaks as she starts rocking her hips.
“Well,” he nuzzles against her thigh, “What do you say, Kitty?
The rocking gets frantic, as if she’s nodding.
He taps patiently at the tiny bead leaking out of her, “Can’t hear you.”
The sheets crumple in her fists as she writhes around in her bed. Ochako sighs in frustration and finally surrenders, “She said yes, you fucking asshole.”
“There it is,” he grins triumphantly before digging his face in her thighs. He doesn’t come back up until she’s screamed his full name into the mattress.
Her cheek falls limply on the bed, trying to catch her breath. With a parting kiss, he pulls away and looks back at the open door.
“You should really consider closing the door next time,” he says, putting her panties back in place.
“I,” she gasps out, brushing her bangs off her forehead, “I don't care,”
He adjusts her skirt and smooths out the pleats. “Not for your sake, for Kitty’s.”
Ochako squeezes her eyes shut and covers her face with her hand. “God. Why are you so nice to her?”
He brushes a kiss on her wrist before moving her hand away so she can see his shit-eating grin.
“Cause she’s always so nice to me.”