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For important men, finding women to dominate and fuck into submission was hard when everything was always business. It was why agencies like Ochako’s existed. In her case, she was a submissive, through and through, loved being pounded into a mattress until she was crying and cum was running down her cunt and thighs. Getting paid to do it was just an extra highlight.
Ochako felt as though she was a professional, knowing exactly what a man with power wanted; more power. She was a perfect stranger, one that knew the person that wanted her body, wanted to ruin it. For her, she liked the power play, being a thing to fuck and enjoy but never holding that power over her at all times was a thrill. Part of the power play was also in her hands, providing that power that could be taken away if her partners couldn’t keep to her rules.
There were many clients she saw regularly, almost to the point of exhaustion from how tiring the interactions were. Her first client, Enji, had retired from the game long ago, and it was nice to catch up with him over coffee. He was the first man that took her seriously as a submissive, even if she was getting paid to do so, and made sure that every encounter was memorable. It was times where she would lay there and forced noises to encourage the strung tight men, that she missed Enji fucking her.
What Ochako needed was someone that was so pent up of lust that he couldn’t help but push her face into the mattress. She needed to clutch into sheets until her nails were tearing through the fabric and her teeth were grinding together from how close she was. It had been so long since she felt like sex was something to enjoy and not something she did for money. Somewhere along the way, from the joys of sex and fulfilling fantasies, it became a transaction and effort. There wasn’t any joy there and she was only twenty-six years old.
Ochako started her escorting - if she could call it that - when she was eighteen and needed money. Looking to lose her virginity and start a side business as she attended university, it was the perfect place to start. Enji taught her the ropes as much as he pleased the hell out of her, making her into the sub that many men kept coming back for.
With her debt paid for within two years of business, Ochako had learned to love her craft and continued for the fun of it all. She had a stable job in astronomy with hopes of working for JAXA, if she could only stop her side job. But Ochako paid her bills by fucking men that wanted her to bend over and shut up - unless she suddenly stopped having to pay for rent and living expenses, she had to make her money however she could.
Because of what Ochako had to do specifically, she sat at a desk for hours, looking over reports and images in order to accurately categorise where everything went, sending it off to other agencies for their own exploration. After analysing another few images from the team at NASA, Ochako relaxed into her chair and stirred her tea. It wasn’t as though she was bored, it was more like she didn’t have drive when her nightly work didn’t provide as much joy as it used to.
With the slowing of her workload, she checked her side job emails for her new client. For the last few weeks, she’d been rejecting more new jobs, as well as some of her regulars. Even though she knew she made the most money when selling her body, there were times when she could have the best of both worlds. To live a world where she worked in the field she loved and go home to a sex life that would match every dream, not once thinking about money or being well off. But that wasn’t a reality she could ever think of having.
Ochako sat at her desk, kicking her foot back and forth, reading through all of the notes on her client she was seeing that night.
Katsuki. 38. Blond. Broad build. Glasses.
He was a CEO, new to the city, and hadn't had sex or a partner in two years. He was at least twelve years older than she was, which was younger than some of her clients but not all of them, and he was very dominant.
Ochako rarely looked up names of the men she saw - no expectations before the meeting - and all their information was given freely. If he said he was very dominant, Ochako expected a little rough play but not much else. There had only ever been one true dominant out of the men she’d seen, all the rest wanted to fuck someone younger and play pretend to unwind.
This Katsuki guy wouldn’t be any different.
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At first, Ochako was sure she was going to reject his request - leave it to someone else at the agency. Most of the clients select a specific kink and escort that is to their specific tastes. But, the escorts always had a final say on whether they took a job or not. Even after she closed down his application and tried to ignore it, there was something about it that kept calling her back.
She accepted the request and booked the hotel. She gave all the information to the agency and got herself ready the night before. Working from home that day, Ochako had time to pack her things with an assortment of toys, binds, lube and condoms; It was always good to be safe and use her own equipment. With a fresh shave the night before and her skin feeling soft and plump, she felt ready and prepared for the night ahead.
Ochako always liked arriving before her clients, checking in well before she told her client to come and got the room ready to her liking. There wasn’t much to prepare, but she needed to make sure things were clean and she had enough time to change. With a white lace bra and panties combo, there was nothing left to the imagination with her nipples on clear display and her cunt just hidden away by the embroidery.
She was a pure temptation, and she hoped that this night could change things for her. But it was wishful thinking.
From her experience, the check in time for her clients is always later than initially stated. They are busy men and have things to do that go over. So, Ochako sat on her hips, legs beneath her as she scrolled on her phone. When check in time usually comes around, she gets texts and notifications that her partner would be late and she didn’t expect anything different.
She wasn’t sure how the door was so quiet, or how he came into the room without being heard, but he was quick. Ochako was still on her phone as she saw his back at the bar. The only thing that had tipped her off was the soft plunk of a suitcase on the coffee table. Jumping on her haunches, Ochako put her phone on the nightstand.
Normally, Ochako took control of the room, regardless of her position as a sub, but there was something about Katsuki that made him feel like he was in charge of the room. He occupied so much space as it was, but his energy was on another level entirely. It was stupidly unfair with how he could control her without even doing anything. So, she sat there, readjusting herself on her knees and waited for him to turn and look at her.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his back to her as he poured himself two fingers of whiskey. Ochako squirmed, unsure as to why she felt as nervous as she was.
“Peaches,” she said, knowing the rules that the agency required of them; no real name, no real feelings. Her alias had only ever been broken with Enji, and out of the fact that he had stopped hiring her services and retired; they were friends now, even if there was a nearly thirty year difference in their ages.
And then Katsuki turned around. Ochako was good at hiding her emotions, and not revealing her true feelings - but when he turned around, her jaw damn near hit the ground. Blond, with his stubble just a shade darker, sleek glasses and broad shoulders. He was a large guy; tall with a frame that narrowed in at his waist and wore the fuck out of a nice suit. He was gorgeous to the point where Ochako found it ridiculous he had contacted a service like hers.
Katsuki relaxed on the bar, for a moment as his eyes roamed her body. Part of her wanted to preen and look her best for him, another part of her wanted to raise her chin and be a defiant brat. Looking at him, Ochako wasn’t sure what he liked - was it the pure and innocent girl that could perform like a slut but didn’t show it, or the slut that didn’t want to follow orders? Or was it both? One more look at him and she still couldn’t make him out. Who was this man and why did he confuse the hell out of her? Ochako wasn’t used to that.
In an exhausted huff, Katsuki moved over to an armchair, rearranging the hefty thing with ease and looked at her as he sat into his seat. He sat across from her, legs spread and slouching down in the armchair. It looked lazy and seductive all at the same time. Ochako hated him just a little with how easy he made seducing her. She was hard to sway anymore - but he was doing it without even trying, it was stupid and she felt like a child not getting her way.
“Besides this, what do you do?” he asked, and Ochako’s brow furrowed. Shifting to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side just enough to touch his trousers with her toes.
Ochako put a smile on and fluttered her lashes, just to tease him. “I’m not supposed to -”
Katsuki suddenly grasped her ankle with his free hand, dragging her until she was barely perched on the edge of the bed. “I don’t care. Tell me. I wanna know that there’s a person beyond that fake persona you’re wearing,” his said, voice low that rumbled through her, even from a distance. He let her go, running a knuckle over the slender ridge of ankle and calf. Clutching onto the sheets, she wished she wouldn’t lose herself to his influence, but he was already breaking her down, it seemed.
“I work in astronomy. I analyse data from different space stations,” she said quietly, as Katsuki watched her over the rim of his glass.
“Like a third party?” he said and Ochako shrugged, letting her foot run over the inside of his thigh. Katsuki relaxed back into his spot, sipping at his whiskey with those red eyes setting her ablaze. She looked at him, finding the fine crinkle lines in between his brows and on the side of his eyes. Katsuki wasn’t outwardly older than her, not noticeable from a distance, but there were only a few things that gave his age away.
“Exactly like a third party. We mainly catalogue data from the space stations and agencies, to see what they’re exploring and accurately state the information they’re giving us,” she explained, shrugging at his curiosity - it wasn’t normal for her to discuss her personal life with a client. This man was something else, and something about him made her even more reckless, breaking down her facade and just being exactly who she was meant to be with a man like him.
“You post photos of what they take pictures of and say what galaxies are in them and shit,” he said, almost chuckling at the concept. Ochako shrugged again, feeling how he stiffened when her foot lightly caressed his inner thigh. His eyes began to burn into her like nothing before, and she knew she was playing with fire. But fuck did she want to know what it was like to be burned.
“Sort of. It’s to say we’ve explored this area, now other agencies can explore it deeper or go around to see what’s next,” she clarified, and Katsuki continued to watch her, as though everything about her was confusing and he was still trying to make her out.
“Right,” he muttered, sipping at the amber liquid.
“I know you're the CEO of a company, but what is it?” she asked and he scoffed at her. Ochako huffed, putting her foot on his knee and kicking herself back in an act of frustration. “What?”
“You’re wearing it.” His smirk was cocky.
“Huh?”
“You’re wearing my company,” he reiterated, and Ochako looked down at the only thing she was wearing. Her lingerie was expensive and had been a purchase that she was willing to take in order to do her night job perfectly. Looking over the lace, she marvelled at the design, and then she marvelled back at the man sitting leisurely in front of her. No wonder he wore a suit like a damn god.
“Bakugou textiles?” she asked, and he smirked. It was lazy and utterly devastating.
“Yep.”
“You make great clothes. Amazing lingerie,” she said, pinching the corner of her panties before they snapped back against her hip.
“Couldn’t agree more,” he muttered, taking the last hard swallow of his whiskey as he continued to look her over. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin, a shiver of excitement running over her skin.
“Do you really want to talk about me for the next -” Ochako looked at the side table and saw the time, before turning back to Katsuki, “Oh, I don’t know, six hours like you paid for, or do you want to fuck me?” Her brow arched as he remained unmoved. Then, Katsuki stood, putting his glass back on the bar and looking back at her. Unbuttoning his suit jacket and waistcoat, Katsuki shrugged out of the outer garment before he really started to pay attention to her.
“It said you’re submissive. Are you the real fucking thing or just pretending?” he said, and Ochako grinned, sitting back onto her haunches, like a good girl and boasted like she was used to.
“Real.”
“If I slap you, spank you, do shitty things to you, you’ll take it?” he asked, tugging very briefly at the knot in his tie before he unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt. Ochako swallowed, watching the bob of his Adam's apple and wondering how that of all things was a turn on.
“I like using the light system, tell you where my lines are,” she explained, Katsuki rolled his eyes, unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.
Oh, now come on, he had to know what he was doing was way too fucking attractive - he just had to!
“I like knowing my lines so I don’t fucking cross them,” he snapped, and Ochako took a deep breath in.
“I am ok with slapping, degradation, praise, biting, anal and bondage. Is that good enough?” she said, and Katsuki’s brows furrowed for a moment, leaning down to press his hands into her thighs and get right into her face.
“Perfect. If I wanna try something you didn’t list, you’re gonna tell me if it's ok, you got that?” he demanded and Ochako nodded back to him.
“Yep.”
“Now,” he started, raising up to grip her face, squishing her mouth. Ochako’s heart fluttered, unsure of what he’d say or do, but everything about him made her excited. “Tell me your real name,” he growled, his fingers pressing in deeper to make her lips pout.
“I-I’m not sup-supposed to,” she said, gulping as his eyes seemed to devour her whole. She was nothing compared to him, just someone that he bought for a night. But he wanted everything from her, wanted to have every inch of her as his own. Ochako could tell from this, just this simple
“I’ll pay you ten times what they’ve hired you for. Tell me your name ,” he said, leaning down until their lips were barely touching.
“O-Ochako, sir,” she muttered, not sure if he even heard her,
“Confidence is attractive,” he said, tipping her chin up. “Learn to use it as yourself and not just a sexy little play thing,” he stepped back, almost disappointed in her; he thought he had misjudged her, that she was something more than just a perfect woman to fuck and enjoy, but someone with spirit.
“I am confident, sir, it’s just against the rules to -”
“Excuses, I see,” he sighed, and Ochako almost growled at him.
“My name is Ochako,” she snapped and he smiled. It was fully and warm, but it also seemed as though it was foreign on his face. His lips quivered, the smile soon fading, almost like he couldn’t maintain the emotion for very long.
“You will keep calling me sir. I don’t want to hear master or god, or any other fucker. You call me sir. If you call me Katsuki, I will punish you, got that, cheeks?” Katsuki said, shaking out his shoulders, needing to let out some tension in his body.
Ochako scoffed. “Cheeks?”
His hand lifted, striking her in the cheek in a sting of pain. It wasn’t hard enough to be considered an actual slap to her face, but it hurt in a way that made her thighs squeeze. The impact didn’t make Ochako gasp as it had in the past, but it definitely shocked her more than she thought it would.
“You reply when I ask. If you do anything without my permission, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, feeling the heated burn on her face.
“Hands.”
Ochako offered up her wrists, touching them together as Katsuki pulled at the knot of his tie until it snapped free and he began to straighten the fabric out. He flicked it twice in his hands before he began to tie it around her wrists in a figure eight pattern. It was tight enough to handle her pulling and tugging on the binds, but it was also loose, making it easy to escape out of if she no longer wanted to be restrained.
“If I use my belt to leave welts on your ass, will that be a problem?” he asked, his hands moving to the buckle of his pants and it made her just that much more excited.
Ochako smiled, shaking her head. Katsuki frowned, slapping her face again. It wasn’t even hard enough to sting like the last one; it was merely a reminder.
“No, sir. I don’t mind you leaving my ass with red marks labelling me as yours,” she said, batting her lashes back at him. Katsuki growled, pulling her arms up above her head as his mouth crashed into hers. Ochako involuntarily closed her legs tight - her cunt clenching on nothing at just being kissed. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but he was already overwhelming her.
Katsuki’s hips pressed down into hers as he overtook her senses.
In between his mind melting kisses, his length was hard and grinding against her cunt. It was the perfect friction, allowing her to fully lose herself to him and the moment. Ochako had fucked a lot over the years, had known what pleasure was and how to give it back. But it had never been like this - good from the first kiss, good from the first smile, and just humping against one another could be enough.
With the increased dampness of her panties, and most likely saturating his trousers, Ochako was desperate for him. There was a part of her that knew that she should have been thinking about her job, what being seduced by him would mean for her; a complete loss of control and just surrendering to him. But in the end, she knew that if he could rock her to her foundations like this, there was never a chance for her. This was always going to happen. Without speaking, Katsuki reinforced his authority by slamming her hands down against the mattress, telling her not to move her hands from the spot he had left them. Ochako complied as his hands began to roam her body.
His hand went around her throat, squeezing as he kissed the breath out of her, and Ochako couldn’t help but grind her hips into the hard ridge of his trousers. Why were his clothes still on? Ochako whined against his lips as she begged for more. The hand not around her throat squeezed at her thigh before slapping hard into the tender spot. Ochako gasped hard, his hand releasing just in time for his tongue to invade her mouth. He was breaking her. Katsuki wasn’t making her submit, he was fully breaking her apart, like every ounce of resolve had to melt away for him to fit in.
And she couldn’t care.
Ochako fell into his power, and couldn’t have escaped it even if she tried.
Katsuki’s hand pressed down onto her throat and restricted her breathing just a little bit more, his eyes blazing as he observed her mouth falling open. “You will stay right fucking there, and if you try to touch me, or you squirm like you’ve never been eaten out before, I’ll make sure every single time you wanna cum, you won’t ever get there. Do you understand, cheeks?” he ordered. Ochako swallowed.
“Yes, sir,” she said. Katsuki smiled as his hand trailed down her arms until his palm cupped her face. Then, he slapped her and Ochako gasped.
“A little treat before I blow your fucking mind,” he growled, leaving her with one last kiss before he trailed his mouth down her chest. His teeth went around her nipple, sucking through her bra until he was moving it down and letting her tits bounce free. Katsuki was diligent with how he teased and played with her breasts.
Ochako squirmed, wanting more than just his mouth on her tits. Why wouldn’t he go lower? Katsuki growled, stopped tweaking her nipple and slapped her breast hard. Ochako squeaked, looking down at his red eyes and the tired lines that marked the edges - highlighting just how long he’d waited for her, that this was always what he wanted, they just needed time to find one another.
“What did I say?”
“I wasn’t moving away, sir, I was just getting too horny to wait for you,” she replied, knowing that it’d get her into some deep shit. And without fail, Katsuki rose up from her breast, and snarled at her.
“You’re the biggest fucking brat I’ve ever fucked, and you’re getting on my last nerve,” he replied.
“You haven’t even fucked me yet, sir,” she said, a small smile trying not to form at the edge of her mouth.
“Fucking brat,” he snarled before he pushed her up the bed, and wrangled her out of her panties. Ochako hadn’t even let her legs fall back down to the bed before he was devouring her. Ochako grabbed onto the bindings with one hand, trying to keep herself from moving. More than anything, Ochako wanted to keep her promise with Katsuki, that she’d be a good girl and not move.
Staring down at him, she watched Katsuki work his mouth, each infuriatingly slow swipe over her lips and clit before he’d go back down to press his mouth to her cunt like he was kissing her there. Moaning, Ochako tried to rock against his lips, trying to work with him to get her off, but he pulled back and simply shook his head. Ochako huffed before laying back and watching him work.
Katsuki was diligent, fingering her as he sucked hard on her clit, working the nub with his tongue until she felt like her vision was waning. His two fingers were fantastic, thrusting into her until she could feel the building pressure within, and with his talented tongue, she didn’t think could take much more.
Then he added a third finger and Ochako was crying out. It almost hurt with the way he fucked her - curling up to hit that point inside her that was making her toes curl. Katsuki was drinking her in, saturating her thighs with just how messy he loved being. It was so close, the amazing climax she had hoped she’d get - panting and moaning as it neared, only to gasp at the sudden stop of his fingers and halting of his tongue. Ochako whimpered, a full twenty seconds went by before Katsuki started up again, slow and with two less fingers this time. It wasn’t fair, and Ochako made it clear that she felt that way with an aggravated whine. Katsuki chuckled against her cunt before he started up his assault on her clit.
Ochako’s hips bucked, trying to keep the friction of his mouth but also recoiling. It was so much and yet not enough at the same time. Katsuki pulled away and stopped everything he was doing to her. Ochako could have burst into tears at that alone.
“Sir!” she cried, and with one word, Katsuki smacked her pussy twice and made her jump, crying out more from the impacts.
“You wait to be spoken to,” he snarled.
“Please. Your mouth is too good. I need more,” she whined and Katsuki almost seemed to sigh, feeling sorry for her. He continued to eat her up, lapping at her core until her thighs were clenching around his ears and then letting her loose before she’d gotten to her peak. With three fingers working hard, Ochako’s head was bowed back, breathless and crying out with her hands clutching into the sheets above her head.
Ochako’s thighs clenched hard around his head, bucking against him as much as she could. It had been a long time since Ochako had been given a satisfying orgasm, and it wasn’t one where she achieved it by her own hand. This was one hell of an orgasm, making her thighs quiver and her scream of pleasure to be trapped in her throat. Pulling on the sheets, Ochako was sure that he was enjoying himself with the way he smiled on the inside of her thigh.
Still twitching and coming down from her high, Katsuki moved, pressing kisses to her thighs and letting his fingers work her down from the best high of her life. Sitting up, Katsuki tapped her thigh as though to say ‘that’s enough’ and she almost wanted to cry. How could he just want it to be over like that? How could he -
Before she could think further, Katsuki had flipped her onto her stomach and brought her ass up and made her rest on her knees. Ochako went to look over her shoulder when Katsuki shoved her face down and growled at her.
“I may let you talk and enjoy your punishment, but you will present like a bitch in heat and take everything I give you, got it?” he said, and Ochako gave a nod.
“Yes sir,” she said, her ass shaking from side to side. Katsuki scoffed at her, his hand running over her hip and backside.
With the rustling behind her and the feeling of the metal buckle, Ochako caught her teeth into the linen beneath her face and braced herself. The soft slide of leather against fabric was tantalising, but all she could do was wait for him, wait to see what he’d do to her. When the crack came through the air, Ochako giggled, feeling his hand move to her ass. Then, the snap of leather lashed once more, and this time, it made an impact. Ochako shuddered, her legs trembling but knowing she had to stay where she was.
“Such a beautiful fucking ass,” he said, unleashing another slap to her ass with the leather. She moaned, shutting her eyes tightly as the burn on her ass felt more extreme than it had before.
Ochako was familiar with sex and pain, the two mingling and creating something interesting - but it had never been like this. She’d had sex where they let out their anger on her, having to call it midway through just to stop herself from bleeding on them. But this, the accurate way he struck her, but not feeling like he disliked her or wanted to let out frustration - he wanted her to feel pain so that the pleasure could be just as amazing.
“I love this colour on you,” he grunted, and another lash slammed into her ass. Ochako felt the tears slip and she had to glance over her shoulder at him. Once she saw him, she felt her heart constrict - he was concentrating on where to hit, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made her pussy clench on nothing again. Katsuki’s belt came down on her backside and she cried out, jumping from the impact. The leather was hard, most likely leaving her ass with red welts that laced the skin there. With yet another strike, she shuffled out of his grip. Katsuki growled back at her.
“Don’t move,” he told her, his hand gripping onto her tender ass cheek and dragging her back to his hard length that tented his pants.
“Sir,” she panted, back arching as his hand ran over the slope of her ass. Ochako chewed on her lip before letting her face fall into her sheets. “Please fuck me,” she begged, feeling how his hand gripped into her backside and pull her back against the bulge in his pants. His hand came down hard onto the tender spot before she felt him wrenching at the buckle of his pants.
“I told you that you waited for me to speak,” he grunted and Ochako heard the crack of leather before she even felt the pain shoot up her ass. The pain raced up her back and down her leg, then soothed away by the warmth of his hand. “Apologise,” he ordered.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she muttered, clutching into the sheets as her cunt began to clench on nothing. She wanted him, she wanted him so badly that every aspect of her was begging for him.
“For what?” he said, the belt smacking against her other ass cheek. Ochako whimpered before answering.
“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, sir,” she said, voice cracking as she thought she may begin to sob but held it back. This wasn’t painful and he wasn’t hurting her; it just felt like he was disappointed, and that was upsetting to her.
“Fucking better,” he said, leaning over to kiss right behind her ear. Ochako melted at his touch as she felt his hand fumbling at his pants. Looking over at him, Ochako watched Katsuki throw his belt aside and rummage through his pockets before he pulled out a foil packet. Chewing at her lip, Ochako watched him be thorough with his application of the condom. As his cock bobbed at her ass, Katsuki tore at his shirt. The button up was removed and Ochako gasped at the man.
From just seeing him in a suit, she could tell the man was defined in an athletic way, but she wasn’t expecting the man to ripped like a damn MMA fighter. There were men that she slept with that worked out, but they weren’t like him - toned and muscular to the point where he could be mistaken for an all time great fighter, but he worked in fashion. Fashion?! It was insane.
Then, she felt the touch of his cock at her entrance. Holding her breath, Katsuki pressed forward and entered her hard enough to make her jump forward on the bed. The pain she may have felt from the welts that peppered her skin were drowned out by the pure relief of having him fill her. He was thick and reached so far into her that she was surprised that he wasn’t stopping her from breathing. It was like she could feel him everywhere.
His hands dug into her hips, thrusting into her with frantic jerks, not stopping for anything. Kneeling behind her, Katsuki moved over her to press her face into the bed and fuck her like mad. Eyes widening and her body on such a fine wire, she wasn’t sure how long she could last with his relentless pursuits of her pleasure. With every thrust of his hips, Ochako panted out a moan, gasping and choking on her release that kept seeming like it was just around the corner if only he’d push deeper - not just shallow thrusts that caused a small amount of friction. She needed more.
“Do you want to cum?” he asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. Katsuki chuckled, kissing the middle of her back and making her shiver.
“I bet you do,” he teased and she whined, almost falling down completely to the bed. Katsuki hooked his arm around her belly and hoisted her up onto her hands and knees again. “Oh, cheeks, are you sad you can’t have more of my cock?”
“I want more. I want you so deep that I can’t breathe,” she cried, almost sobbing as he kept up those shallow thrusts.
“Ok, cheeks. You’ve begged enough for it,” he said. Ochako had never begged less in all of her time fucking strangers for money. Sometimes she’d be begging all up until the very last moment, and even then, it wasn’t necessarily a given. Without another word, Katsuki pressed deep and it was like she had reached heaven. This was it. This was where she could die because he was exactly where she needed him to be. Every time he pumped inside her, it was all the way in, every single time pressing to the spot that truly made her brain switch off and become just his thing to fuck and ride. The pressure of her climax was building, the tightening coil and her body instantly latching onto the feeling that could spread. Only a little more - she knew she only needed a little more.
Ochako found that Katsuki was a very vocal lover. He loved to tempt and tease, but he also loved to moan and grunt his pleasure. He would pump into her in quick hard strokes that resulted in chesty moans. She could feel the sweat of their bodies mingling together on the back of her legs and it wasn’t long before Ochako had her mouth hanging open in a long wailing moan. She was squeaking out her moan before it finally became a shout and she latched into the bed sheets. Katsuki moved down over her, grunting into her ear, flattening out their bodies as he drilled her into the bed. Over and over, he made sure she felt every inch of him and how his cock was the thing that brought her to climax. Now, Ochako was flat out crying; she’d never felt so good in her life, and it was all because of a few orgasms that were becoming almost continuous.
Katsuki flipped her, grinding down onto her and feeling the wet slide of his condom-clad dick as he pressed them together. With her hands still bound, Ochako put her arms around his neck as she kissed him, locking her legs around his thighs.
“You’re fucking dangerous, you know that?” he smirked against her lips. Ochako laughed, throwing her head back and Katsuki kissed down the length of her neck.
“I’m aware. It’s my job,” she joked, and Katsuki shook his head, rising up on an elbow to move his cock back inside her. They sighed in bliss together, but looking at him, he was so tight - like a coil that was ready to snap back to shape if he was tightened any further.
“No, cheeks, you’re mine,” he said, his hand moving around to grip around her throat. He didn’t squeeze but rather to hold her possessively. “Ochako, you’re mine. You haven’t been so thoroughly fucked and I feel it every time your pussy clings onto my cock like you’re trying to milk the cum right out of me. You’re fucking mine.”
“Hmm,” she said, trying to move to kiss him and avoid his direct stare. His hand around her neck moved slightly, his index finger moving to nudge her jaw to look back at him.
“Say it. Say you’re fucking mine and I’ll fuck you until you can’t think about any other cock except mine,” he said, a short thrust of his hips told her that he wanted to possess her some more.
Ochako must have been possessed, because all she wanted was to agree with him.
“Yes. I’m yours, Katsuki,” she sighed.
“Fuck,” he sighed, kissing her just to move inside and have her gasp into his mouth. With that same cocky grin as always, he pumped into her.
With all those defined lines of his body and muscles that he has worked into a perfect man, he outpaced her. Just when she thought he’d slow down, Katsuki would speed up and fuck her so far into the bed, she had to press her hands up against the headboard to stop from moving any further. But it also seemed like it was his intention by the way he gripped onto it and hammered in harder.
Ochako came without warning, legs shaking as she locked them around his hips, almost constricting his movements like a vice. She couldn’t care, because in spite of their locked bodies, Katsuki was still going hard, using all his force to slam into her. Letting her wrists free for the first time, Ochako braced against the headboard, hips swivelling against his just to get him a little weak - make him falter and have them just as ridiculously broken as she was.
It seemed to work, his breathing got shorter and sharper until she heard the headboard creak. Looking up, she saw how the board had splintered all the way down the centre and with every thrust and tug from Katsuki, it broke even more. Ochako’s pussy tightened and her fingers wandered down until she was frantically rubbing her clit.
“Get there baby, fucking get there,” he ordered with Ochako’s eyes tightened, body bowing and her orgasm moving over her body in a blissful release. It was fantastic, Katsuki’s cock working her g-spot in such a beautiful rhythm that it felt like when one orgasm ended, another began, her whole body bucking and jerking because of him.
Her hips arched up against the bed, Katsuki mouth descending onto her neck as she came apart yet again, everything feeling far too sensitive to keep touching - but with him above her, Ochako didn’t want it to end. He grunted, almost pained as she clenched around him again, and she whimpered with how quickly he started up again. His shoulders were all the more tight, and Ochako could tell this was it - if she came again, he’d be gone.
The bed groaned and suddenly it came down on the right hand corner near the headboard, forcing them to slide slightly. Ochako looked over her shoulder to see the poor bed leaning on its side and she burst out laughing.
In all her years, Ochako had never once broken a bed. She put her hands over her mouth but couldn’t keep the laughter from bursting forth. Katsuki watched her all the while before driving into her relentlessly. The bed was arching with the way he drove into her, making her giggle all the more and moan with the inching orgasm that was on the horizon. She tore into his back with her nails, laughing and moaning as she could feel the bed failing to stay upright. The headboard was gone, and the legs were next to go - and that’s when the second and third legs
“Are you trying to ruin the furniture?” she giggled, and Katsuki grunted above her. Over and over again, he pounded into her, determined to make sure this night would be memorable for all the best reasons. Ochako decided she could do the same, moving her hips along with his rhythm, making him hiss.
“If I’m gonna fuck something up, I’m gonna make sure I do a thorough job of it,” he grunted.
Ochako clenched around him, her leg shaking as he held onto her hips and fucked her into the sheets.
The bed snapped down onto the ground, and with one final and long moan into her neck, she felt his hips jerk once into her, followed by short and sharp thrusts that were more involuntary than anything else. Katsuki’s weight pressed down on her and she could tell he was done. She was too, combing her fingers through his hair as she breathed through the last inklings of her pleasure.
With Katsuki coming down from his high, his hips still lightly bucking into her, Ochako had the strangest urge in her. Not once had she wanted to have a man’s cum inside, to have that power stripped from her and accept a man to rule over not just her heart but her womb. In that moment, all she really wanted from Katsuki was to be fucked so thoroughly and filled with every last bit of his cum that he could spare. It was silly, and she scolded herself for even fantasising.
The phone on the bedside began to ring and their attention snapped to it. Katsuki groaned, moving off of her to answer. At the same time, took off his condom and put it in the trash.
“Yeah?” Katsuki panted, trying to catch his breath. He listened intently before grinning to himself and wiping his mouth. “I was just fucking my girl. Beds are a little flimsy. Put the expense on me,” he said, listening for a little while longer before agreeing and hanging up the phone. Ochako looked at him and started to laugh. It burst out of her and she was shaking with joy, that was until Katsuki chuckled and brought her into his arms, kissing her neck until they were rolling in the sheets like proper lovers after a blissful night.
For all the money he had paid, Ochako had fulfilled her purpose, and she could leave at any time. But, as Katsuki lavished her with kisses and delicate touches, she knew she could only give herself so much. If she were to stay, she could dream of this night, picture it as her ultimate moment of peace without thinking of money, or who to please - it was already done, and being with him pleased her more than any climax could.
Katsuki had wrapped himself around her, legs tangled together and hands moving over her body in such reverence, she wondered if she was a goddess to him. He was breathing in slow breaths, chin nuzzling into her shoulder as his hands finally went up to hers. His fingers were coarse against hers before his index was running the length of her ring finger. It was almost as though he was analysing her skin, to see if a ring had ever been there before or if she was completely unattached.
“Your fingers are small,” he said in a tired mutter. Ochako scoffed out a laugh.
“They’re not that small,” she returned.
“Smaller than mine,” he reasoned, comparing their hands.
“I think you’ll find that a lot of things about you are bigger than me,” she giggled, and Katsuki sucked at her neck, marking her skin with yet another sign of him.
“You best fucking believe I’m big,” he growled and Ochako laughed, turning them over until Katsuki was kissing her all over again. He was pressing her down into the bed that they had ruined, and smothering her with ecstasy.
Ochako regretted it the minute the thought came, but it was involuntary and it was true, because she knew she'd never been happier with any other man in her life.
With his arms holding her tight, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, just letting the joy of the night rock them to sleep. Ochako had never done that before, but with Katsuki, it was all too natural. Everything about them was natural.
~*~*~
Ochako woke with Katsuki’s hand pressing to her belly and the other around her breast, she knew she was screwed. All she wanted was to feel whole, to feel loved and appreciated - and in one night with one man, she felt it all.
He was too good to be true.
He was her dreams, her future that she could never have. Ochako wanted him, wanted to see if he could offer her everything she’d ever wanted. But she was a hired girl, not someone that deserved to be on his arm.
As delicately as she could, Ochako unwound his arms from her centre. Katsuki’s grip tightened on her briefly and she paused, frightened to even breathe in case he woke. But soon, he relaxed and Ochako’s heart lurched. Climbing from the bed and out of his arms, Ochako quickly dressed, watching as Katsuki continued to get comfortable in the bed without her.
Stopping at the door, Ochako looked back at Katsuki - sprawled on his stomach in all of his naked glory, on the bed they had destroyed - and tried to keep a picture of this in her mind. This moment, this night, everything about the man she could never call her own - this would be the memory she came back to when she was sad, or when she felt lonely.
Because for one night, someone said that she was theirs, and when he was inside of her, Ochako was sure he meant it.
Without a sound, Ochako hitched up her bag, and left.
~*~*~
Ochako had told herself that going back to work would be easy, regardless of what she felt for him. The following day she sat at her desk and promised herself that she’d never think of that night again unless she had to, that being an ordinary woman would be enough.
But it wasn’t.
It would never be when Katsuki had laid her to rest with kisses and orgasms that were unmatched by anyone before him.
She felt the ache of her backside, and could see in her reflection of her screen the marks he’d left all over her collar and neck. Katsuki had most definitely branded her with everything except his cum. It was the one thing she wanted now - wanted that thing that could permanently bind them together, but also knew it was wrong to want that. He didn’t want her for that .
She also promised herself that she’d tell her agency that she would limit her clients and be retiring within the next few months. The only way she remembered that amongst the Katsuki daydreams over the course of her morning, was when the app's notification sounded on her phone.
Dragging herself from her work, she took her phone out and found a message labelled important amongst the emails she received.
When she saw the message, she gasped.
I didn’t expect something of mine to leave me. I won’t let it happen again.
It was left unsigned, but she knew exactly who had sent it.
And Ochako knew that her night job wasn’t over yet.