#kacchako Noisy Neighbours Thread.



If there was one thing Ochako craved more than bargain deals it was the sweet bliss of sleep that commenced the start of a week long vacation from work. And the dream she'd been having was good, or at least it HAD been until the heavy-

-thrum of bass slapping against her walls yanked her from her slumber. She lifted her head and glared at the offending wall the noise was coming from before she reached for her phone to eye the time. 3 am. 3 in the morning. The sun wasn't even up! With another groan she wriggled-

-to the edge of her bed and patted her hand blindly along the floor until she found her weapon, a tennis ball, and lobbed it at the source of the noise. The bounce was muffled by the bass and there was a few seconds before somebody cursed /loudly/, stomped and the music was-

-turned down to a quiet hum. She could deal with the hum, at this point the quiet thumps of whoever's music it was lulled her into sleep. Ochako hummed, rolled over and fell back asleep.



Ochako glared at the wall that bordered with her neighbour and huffed.

It was nine in the morning. NINE! With another huff at the steady *thump*thump*thump* of a fist she slammed her laptop shut, shoved the sheets away and carried it into the living room to carry on her disney-thon. The thumping stopped and she offered her bedroom and the wall one-

-more glare before she opened her laptop and focused back on her film.



"It is weird," Mina said with a stretch on the word 'weird'.

"What is?"

Mina gestured a thumb to the wall that had thumped at their boisterous laughter and extremely loud videos at elevem am.

"The fact that you two talk through banging on a wall."

Ochako felt her cheeks warm at her friends choice of words and she shoved Mina's shoulder. "It is not. It's just... is."

"Chaks-"

"What? It works. I don't talk to them, they don't talk to me. It works."

"You don't even know who lives there?"

Ochako shrugged again. "Pretty sure it's a guy."

Mina's lips curled into a grin. "Is he hot?"

"No idea. Never met him."

Mina stared, and stared, and stared. "Ochako, are you telling me you may have a hot neighbour and you have no idea?"

She held her hands up and waved them quickly, eyes darting to the bedroom. "O-or he could be ugly. Does it matter?"

Mina grinned, "When you've been o a dry spell for.... how long now?" Ochako didn't hesitate to punch her shoulder and Mina only laughed. "Come on. Just knock once.

That's all I'm asking."

Ochako huffed and folded her arms over chest. "I don't even know when he's in."

"Ya mean until he's pounding your wall?"

The blush to Ochako's cheeks couldn't be helped. "Mina!"

Mina held her hands up with a grin. "You must have /some/ idea of when Mr Mysterious is in?"

Ochako let out a breath at her friends tenacity. Once she'd grabbed onto something that was it and she slouched into the couch as she thought it over. He seemed like a night owl so-

-either he worked nights or lates? It would explain why she couldn't seem to do anything til noon each day. The day she'd started to hoover her bedroom at ten in the morning and he'd pounded along with his incessent "Turn that crap off! Some of us are still sleeping you bastard!"

had made her jump. And as much as she'd thought he was the world's biggest jerk for his rude tone, she had paid him back two days later when he'd started to throw a get together at 1am. She'd marched over to her wall and slammed her fist against it until he'd turned the music off

And once she was sure she had /everyone's/ attention, had yelled "It's a Wednesday you- you gremlin! I have work in five hours so shut! Up!" Silence. Beautiful silence. She had given the wall one last huff, stomped back to her bed and faintly heard somebody mutter "Dude" from -

- the other side. Did she really want to meet somebody whos timetable seemed to be almost the opposite of hers.

Ochako looked back at Mina and sighed at the girls wide eyed expression. "It won't hurt," her friend sang.

Ochako sagged and closed her eyes. "Fine. Next time."

And next time was a lot sooner than she anticipated. Next time was the third night into her vacation and she'd been feeling on the edge of sleep for nearly an hour, just teetering on the edge of it before that loud bass slammed her back into the land of consciousness.

Her head shot up off the pillow and she narrowed her eyes at the wall that separated their apartments. Habit had her shifting to reach for the tennis ball on the floor somewhere and she had her arm pulled back, ready to throw it when she remembered Mina's words. /Next time/.

Her cheeks warmed at the idea and she contemplated pretending tonight had never happened. Then Mina's words about her dry streak came back and she groaned. It /had/ been months since she'd had another human between her legs and maybe that itch was starting to get to her a little

With another argument about how her bed was warm and maybe meeting the guy face to face would only cause them to fight, BUT Mina could back off if she just did this. She dropped her head to the bed and the ball fell across the floor. "Fine," she grumbled into her pillow. "Fine."

She kicked the covers back, threw herself out of bed and brushed one hand over her hair as she marched to her front door. "Just to see if he's hot, that's it," she whispered to herself and she could feel the pound of bass in the floor through her feet. She wrenched the door open-

-and stomped down to the next door and stopped in front of it, chocolate eyes glaring at the wood. /Just lift a hand and knock. Just one time/ Ochako cleared her throat and banged on the door with her fist. She felt her throat dry up at the idea and it hit her now that she was-

-dressed in very short pjs and why hadn't she put pants on? And she wasn't wearing a bra and oh god the door was opening and when had the music stopped. "What the hell do you... want?" Ochako stared up into sharp crimsom eyes and at the head of ash blonde hair. When her eyes-

-moved to his attire she could almost see /all/ of his muscles against the tight shirt he wore. /Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's hot. He's dreamy hot. Oh god./ Her eyes snapped back up at him and suddenly her entire face was red. Without even saying a word she turned and walked back to-

- her apartment. And did she feel eyes watching her? Or maybe that was her just hoping? She slapped her hands to her hot cheeks and pressed her back against the door. All she could think about was what it would feel like to trace the outline of his pecs and abdominals-

-did he use gel to spike up his hair or was it naturally like that? And his entire face was sharp edges of uhh. Great. Now she'd be thinking about him and his rough voice. Ooh she could just imagine the way it would send tingles through her core.

Ochako shook her head, gave her cheeks a small slap and chided herself. She needed to sleep, no fantasising about how he could easilg heft hero over his shoulders or pin her to a wal with those sculpted arms of his. She groaned as she slid back to her bedroom, stomach knotting

- with heat. Why did Mina have to insist on making her meet him? Why couldn't she have just stayed in bed?

It took her fifteen minutes of tossing and turning before Ochako glared at her ceiling and gave in.

#NSFW

She pressed one hand down the front of her shorts, spread-

-two fingers up and down the crease of her folds and sighed at the slight relief it brought, almost gasping in surprise at how wet she was. With a hum she pressed her fingers further against herself to gather up some of her slick juices and circled two fingers around her clit.

There was no elegancy or dragging this out. Ochako needed this out of her system and fast and so that's what she aimed for, harsh rubs of circles to her clit that drew out short breathy gasps from herself. She was too tired, wired or didn't care enough to try to cover her mouth-

-and she felt her hips jerk up to meet each brush of her fingers. /What if they were his?/ Ochako choked on a moan. His fingers werr thick. And of she could imagine the stretch of two of his fingers, the warm rippled that would wash over her. "Fuck!" She shouted into her room-

-and a low, long and gaspy moan followed it as she rubbed her clit through her orgasm. "Fuck," she whispered again through her heavy pants. There was a nice warmth in her stomach and that /need/ was gone. She hummed, pulled her hand out, wiped it on her shorts and rolled over.

It was two days later, after she'd pushed those thoughts of her hot neighbour from her mind, that things changed. It was ten am and she'd had music playing whilst she got ready for her girl date with Mina and the others when there was a knock at her door. Ochako paused her music-

-and didn't even think about it as she crossed her apartmentand wrenched the door open. Her cheeks turned a bright pink at the clearly dishevelled look of he hot and noisy neighbour. His hair was even more of a mess and the tank he wore hadn't been corected, wrinkled enough for-

-her to peek at the top of pec muscles. And the sweats he wore were loose and dangerously low hanging. Was he wearing nothing underneath them? He towered over her in the door frame, eyes tired and he thumbed a hand. "Music."

"Sorry," she said, doing her best to ignore how low-

-and gravelly his voice sounded. "I mean," she cleared her throat and snapped his eyes away from her hips and back to her face, "it's ten in the morning. I thought-"

"I work lates. Usually I'm home by 2 or 3."

"Oh," now his sleep schedule made sense. "Sorry."

He grunted and-

-did his eyes do one more sweep before he turned and shuffled off back down the corridor. "You look good," he threw over his shoulder before his door slammed shut.

Ochako stared at the empty hall for seconds before her cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she slammed her own

- door shut. Did he- was she hearing things? She swallowed, shook her head and went back to her bedroom to finish getting ready.

Two minutes later and she paused, eyes narroed as she zeroed in on a new noise. It took her brain several long seconds to recognise it as breathy-

-grunts and when she listened closer she could hear a faint slick squelching sound. The brush that was in her hand fell and clattered to the floor as a barely muffled groan filtered in from the other side of her wall.

/Is he?/ was Ochako's only thought and there was another groan, followed by a grunt, a hiss and a muffled "Shit."

She slapped one hand over her mouth and the other fisted the front of her dress. How could he sound so... so... so... /ugh/ Ochako had now words and she pressed her-

-thighs together with a muted whine. She'd never been this bad before and she wondered if she should quickly take care of the heat in between her legs? From the wall came one last groan and whatever Mr Mysterious was saying was too quiet. Then there was the thud of somebody on a-

-bed, a satisfied grunt and Ochako held her breath.

No. She wasn't about to touch herself because she'd heard her neighbour jerking it. Nope. No. She had self control. Yep. So much self control. She was an adult who paid bills for christ sake. Not some horny teenager.

Who was she kidding? "Crap," she whispered and she held one hand against her mouth as she slid her other into her underwear and worked herself up to a quick mess, legs shaking and body flooded with blissful warmth.

She groaned quietly to herself as she went into the bathroom-

-and quickly cleaned herself up. This was all Mina's fault. If she'd never listened to her, never knocked on his door, then maybe she'd be more put together than this.

Ochako turned the tap off, dried her hands and decided to try to pretend she didn't get wet at the sound of

Him jerking himself off just one room over.

She had shame and restraint and she promised herself that today would be the end of whatever her body was doing.

Except it wasn't and Ochako wasn't even sure how it had happened.

It started once she'd gone back to work and had become some sort of new routine.

( #voyeurism this was not my plan yet here we are)

She'd had a double shift, gotten back and had wanted to relieve some of the tension in her body and had reached for her favourite vibrator.

Without thinking she'd stripped down, laid herself on her bed and parted her legs, fingers gliding through her folds with a faint hum. It didn't take long for slick to coat her tips and she brought the vibrator to her lips, sliding it through her slick and coating it generously.

She hadn't realised she was so pent up and she chewed on her bottom lip as she pressed the head against her clit and turned it on. A loud gasp made her arch her back and she circled it slowly, building up the tension in her stomach. Once her toes curled into the sheets of the-

-bed she slid it down and pressed it into herself, turning the vibrations up with a strangled groan. Ochako worked it in and out, breath hitching into a throaty moan everytime it hit that nice bundle of nerves and it wasn't long before she moaned loudly, one hand pressing the-

-vibrator deep into herself to ride out the orgasm as the other snatched at her pillow, back arching and her moan clipping into a whine as the vibrator dragged a shaky tremor from her.

It took a lot of focus to tug it out, turn it off and drop it onto the bed and Ochako panted-

-breathlessly. Eyes closed and body blissed out and mind addled with numbing pleasure.

She didn't think anything of it until something thumped gently against her bedroom wall and she tilted her head back. Nothing looked out of place and then there was a muffled grunt, somebody-

-panted and there was a whispered, "Shit," and her eyes widened.

Ochako squeaked as she sat up, turned in her bed and dragged the sheets up to cover herself. Did- had he- her cheeks were bright red and she pressed her hands over her face in shame and embarrassment.

And after she'd cleaned up, after she'd eaten and buried that memory to the back of her mind, it became a thing.

She'd woken once to the sound of a headboard tapping against the wall and in her blearly state she could hear the underlying sounds of him jerking himself off.

Her body in her sleep addled state and immediately gone to horny and she'd been embarrassed to realise she gasped and moaned into her pillow at the same time as he groaned loudly, his breaths sounding as if they were right next to her ears with how loud he was.

And it carried on like that for weeks. One of them would moan loud enough for the other to hear before they both would end up coming together with stuttered groans.

And Ochako refused to tell Mina about it. It was weird but she wasn't complaining, and neither was he.

She did wonder why she never heard anybody else in his apartment but then she remembered her own lack of a real sex life. This... this thing with the handsome stranger next door was nice, she guessed. As nice as it could be that they'd somehow agreed to jerk off at the same time

But she also wondered how he touched himself. Was he strictly a one hand only kind of guy or did he experiment? Did he touch other parts? Was he sensitive anywhere else? Did he shave? The questions kept coming and short of going round there and watching him, she would never know.

It had been nearly two months of jerking off with the stranger before the realisation of it all hit her. In the face. When Mr Handsome no name walked into the coffee shop she worked at.

She stared at his dark expression as he glanced over the interior, his red headed-

-friend going on about the strawberry and banana smoothies they did here.

Then his eyes landed on her and they stared at one another. Ochako could feel her cheeks turning a nice rose colour and she really hoped he was feeling the same embarrassment. It was supposed to be some-

-sort of fantasy they kept to the bedroom. And here he stood, dark skinny jeans, dark tight shirt and a leather jacket to complete the look that oozed sex appeal.

His friend, Kirishima, a regular frowned at his friend and nudged his back. "Bro, you good?"

"M'fine," he said.

Kirishima shook his head and stepped around him with a toothy grin, "Hey Ochako"

She shook her head and smiled warmly, "Hey Eijiro. Your usual?"

"You betcha." He turned to his friend, "What are you having? My treat."

Blonde blinked at Ochako and she squirmed a little as-

-she punched Kirishima's order in. After a few seconds he seemed to come to his senses and smirked, red gaze flicking over her. "Medium coffee, no milk."

Ochako tapped that order in and eyed Kirishima, "Take away?"

"Yeah, work calls. Next time we'll sit in," and he beamed again

Ochako grinned and grabbed a paper cup and scribbled blonde's order onto it. "Well we're not going anywhere."

Blonde cleared his throat then and two pairs of eyes landed on him, "Don't you want my name?"

The blush was back and Ochako felt bravado take control as she shugged

"I've got it."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Really?"

Before he could see what she'd written she passed the cup and both orders back to Jirou and smiled. "Yep. Anything else I can get for you?"

Kirishima hummed as he eyed the fresh pastries and he lit up. "Banana muffins!"

Ochako laughed at his enthusiasm. He was one of her favourite customers. Always smiling, his eyes wide, easy to read and his entire body a scream of friendly teddy bear.

"Well you two are fucking chummy," Blonde grumped.

Kirishima blinked and grinned, "Dude, everyone's

Awesome here."

Ochako dared a look up at Blonde and regretted it. She could feel his stare and could almost swear it was trying to undress her. His lips curled into a smirk as he said, "That's one word for it."

"Huh?"

Ochako rang up the rest of Kirishima's order and took the-

-payment, all whilst ignoring Blonde's piercing gaze, which failed when he spoke her name, dragging it out in a low rumble. "Ochako, nice name."

"Thanks," she said and when she looked back up at him she couldn't stop her blurt of, "My parents picked it out for me."

Silence.

Eijiro broke it first with a snicker and Blonde actually grinned. "Tell 'em I said thanks, now I can remember those round cheeks better."

Her eyes widened. Was he talking about- and round cheeks?

Eijiro elbowed his friend with his own wide gaze. "Dude what are you- I am so-

-sorry for him."

Ochako grinned as the drinks made their way to Shoto at the end of the counter who called out Eijiro's name first. "Oh it's fine, honestly, it's probably me that should apologise."

And she bounced as Shoto grabbed the coffee and frowned at the name. "Gremlin?"

Blonde stared at her, narrowed his eyes and snapped his eyes to Shoto who held the cup up with a curious frown. "Seriously?" Blonde said.

Ochako chewed on her bottom lip with a shrug and could feel the corners of her lips twitching into a smirk as he stomped to the end of the-

-counter, glared at Shoto and snatched the cup out of his hand.

"Gremlin?" Eijiro mimicked, his eyes glancing to Ochako.

"We're leaving," Blonde said and he stormed past Eijiro, through a glare at Ochako and stomped out of the door.

Eijiro snagged his own drink, apologised-

-again and ran after Blonde. Ochako tried to smother her giggle as Shoto looked over at her, clearly confused. "Sorry," she said, "just a little inside joke."

"You know him?"

She nodded, "He's my neighbour. It's fine." And in a quieter voice she added, "I think."

Shoto left it at that and by the time Ochako got home she'd forgotten about it.

At least until she was in bed, just about to go to sleep and there was a knock on her wall. She froze, lifted her head and stared at the plaster with wide eyes untilt here there was another knock.

"Oi! Cheeks, you better be awake!"

She narrowed her eyes, "Well I am now!"

And he chuckled, "Think you're funny with that Gremlin thing?"

She stuck her tongue out, even if he wouldn't see it, "That was hilarious." After a few seconds she sighed. "Did you want something?"

Silence. Silence. More silence.

Just when Ochako thought that maybe she could drift off he spoke again, "I want you to listen to me /very/ carefully."

She pursed her lips and sat up onto her knees. It was a good job she was on a late shift tomorrow and she tapped a finger-

-against her knee for a few seconds before she shrugged a shoulder. "Okay. I'm listening."

"You got a boyfriend?"

She rolled her eyes. Did it sound like she had anybody else in her apartment? "What do you think?"

He chuckled, "Just wanted to make sure I wouldn't have some-

-guy try and break my door down." He knocked a knuckle against the wall and said, "I want you to kneel here, hands on the wall."

Ochako felt her insides stir at the orders and her mind ran through everything he could possibly want. With one last thought of 'Why not?' she moved-

-and shifted on her bed until her knees were comfortably on her pillows and pressed her hands against the wall somewhere around where his knocks had come from. "Why am I doing this?"

His voice came from right where her head was and it made her blush at the closeness. She could-

-almost imagine his breath ghosting across her lips as he said, "I wanted to get you back for calling me a damn gremlin."

"You called me a bastard."

"You'd just woken me up!"

"How was I supposed to know you were sleeping?"

He growled and it shouldn't have sounded as hot as

that. What had he done to her in the past few months? "Just shut up and listen to me. You any idea how fucking /hot/ you are? And those thighs? You could kill me with them and I'd thank you."

Ochako squeaked, body flushing as he went on. She could feel her body reacting to his-

-voice, nipples hardening and her sex starting to slick.

"I'd have you sit on my face and I'd eat you until you screamed."

"Oh god," she whispered.

"Nope," and she could imagine his damn smirk. "Just me."

"Gremlin," she mocked with a grin.

"You know what?-

-I change my mind. I want to see those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my dick, watch you suck me in with those damn round cheeks of yours."

She groaned, eyes clenched as she imagined that heavy weight on her tongue, the fullness of her mouth. Would she feel his veins as she-

-slid her mouth up and down his shaft?

"You like that don't you?"

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and tried to will words into her mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes. Fuck, cheeks, I bet you'd look great by my feet, mouth stuffed full. I wouldn't let you off that-

-easy though. I'd make sure you were squirming, wanting me to do something for you. Fuck I'd work you up until you were soaked and /begging/ me."

"I- I don't beg."

He chuckled and she could now make out the familiar sounds of him touching himself. She groaned and his laugh-

-melted into his own moan. "Shit, that so? Well, I'd have to try harder then wouldn't I?"

She grinned, fingers digging into the plaster on her wall. "And you also think I'd just let you do whatever?"

He hummed and she gasped, body aching for some kind of touch.

"I bet you'd look great on top of me. Bouncing on my dick with those cute tits of yours in my mouth. You'd be moaning my name."

She groaned and pressed her head to the wall. It was too hot and she squirmed, trying to rub her thighs together. "Gremlin?" she teased with a smirk.

He laughed, the noise going straight through her and she curled her fingers into a fist. "I want to you to touch yourself, spread yourself open for me and don't even think about holding back those pretty noises of yours."

Ochako whined as she pressed one hand into her pants.

"You're such a pervert."

"Coming from the person whose listened to me jack off and enjoyed it?"

She laughed breathily, "You've done the same thing."

"Damn straight."

She slid her fingers down her folds and gasped with a stuttered moan as she pressed two fingers into herself

"Tell me," his voice rumbled through the wall, "how many fingers?"

She flushed and pressed one cheek against the wall. "T-two."

He hummed, "Better make that three."

"Fuck," she gasped and she chewed on her bottom lip as she twisted her fingers and worked herself open until she

Could add another, the moan loud as her walls stretches around the intrusion. "Calling yourself big?" Her tease came out breathier than she liked but his growl was worth it.

"I'm not in the business of hurting people."

Ochako groaned as she crooked her three fingers inside of

-herself. "What if- what if I wanted that?"

The noises on the other side stopped she paused as she held her breath. It was another few seconds before he cursed and hissed, the springs in his bed shifting. "Fucking, damn, shitty woman," he cursed and was that the sound of -

-tissues being ripped from a box? "You listen here," his voice was lower, more dangerous and Ochako couldn't stop her moan even if she wanted to. "Want me to bruise you? Fuck you like you won't break? Fuck I'd bet you'd love me to slap those perfect cheeks of yours until it-

-hurts."

She screwed her eyes shut and nodded. "Yes."

"Fucking pin you down as I had my way with you. I'd leave marks everywhere only you could see. It'll be our dirty little secret."

She gasped, free hand clawing at the wall. "Y-yes." His words were doing wonders for her-

-imagination, which was doing wonders for her body.

"Shit, you little minx. Hands and knees or on your back? Maybe we don't even make it to your bed. Maybe I'd fuck you over your couch, against the kitchen counter."

Ochako moaned and nodded her head. She wanted that. Her body-

-was shouting for all of that and more. "Yes, fuck yes."

"All of that?"

She whimpered and nodded, fingers grinding against that one special spot inside of herself. "I- I bet you could- ah- p-pin me to the wall with one arm."

He groaned. "Shit yeah I will. Bet I could throw you

Over my shoulder if I really wanted." She whined, thumb brushing against her clit as she teetered on the edge. "Fuck," he hissed and she arched her back as she hung over that edge. "Shit, Ochako-" she groaned at the sound of her name on his lips and her body quiver.

"Let me fuck you."

She came with a yell, face pressed against the wall as she clenched around her fingers that stroked her through her orgasm. She writhed and whined, knees finally starting to ache. Her mind was a muffled mess of highs and she whimpered as she pulled her fingers

Out and sagged against the wall.

"Oi!" She hummed, body slowly slipping further down the bed. "Answer my question."

She hummed again before her face blushed red. "Wha-what!"

He tsked her, "You heard me. I want to fuck you. For real. None of this through the wall shit."

Ochako was silent as she repeated his words in her head. After four repititions she slapped her hands over her mouth and squeaked. He wanted to- with her- but they- she wasn't- she-

"I know you're still there."Another squeak erupted and she narrowed her eyes at his chuckle.

"Yes or no."

Ochako slowly pulled her hand away from her mouth and licked her lips. "Y-yes," she whispered.

Silence then he knocked on the wall and she could imagine his frown. "Speak up will you!"

"I SAID YES!" She slapped her hands back over her mouth and stared wide eyed.

She did not just shout that. Oh god she did. How desperate did it sound? She groaned quietly to herself, shoving her entire face into her hands. Then again it was nothing compared to what they'd been doing five minutes ago. With a sigh she cracked her eyes open and stared at the-

-wall. He was being oddly-

There was a rapid knock and she jumped. A second knock made her aware that somebody was at her front door and she chewed on her lip as she climbed off of her bed, smoothed her pjs down and hurried her way to it st a third series of knocks. "Hello?"

She froze. On the other side stood blonde in all of his glory, grey sweats still hanging dangerously low and his blonde hair tousled more than she remembers.

"Katsuki Bakugo," he said through a smirk.

"Katsuki," she repeated.

His eyes fell to her lips and before she knew it-

-he was crowding himself into her personal space with a hand on her arm. He kicked her door closed behind him, pressed her back against the wall and leaned down, warm breath ghosting across her lips. "I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Her eyes fell to his lips and she took herself by surprise as she grabbed the front of his rumpled vest and yanked him down the rest of the way. It was a mess of lips, tongue and teeth, both of them fighting the other and letting out everything in those heated kisses.

His hands were hot on her waist and she gasped as he traced his hands down to the backs of his thighs. Ochako gasped as he lifted her up and pulled her legs around him, her back hitting the wall with a dull thud. She stared up into crimson eyes and groaned at the ravenous look in

His eyes. He grinned, cupped the back of her head with one hand moved her head out of the way so that he could burn a trail down her neck and over her shoulder, teeth scraping across her flesh to leave warm red paths in their wake, and she groaned, her own hands fisting his hair-

-as she felt her body react deliciously to him. "Katsuki," she whined.

He groaned against her shoulder and groped her ass, squeezing her cheeks. "Fuck keep saying my name like that"

She hummed and tugged on his hair until his blown gaze was fixed on hers. "Give me a reason to"

For the briefest of moments they were frozen like that, his hands still on her ass as he stared back at her. Then his fingers dug into her cheeks and he growled, his hips rolling once against her. "Better be fucking ready with a mouth like that." He sunk his teeth into her bottom

Lip and groaned as he stepped back from the wall, taking her with him, still wrapped around his hips. He licked his tongue into her mouth and pulled away only to watch where he was going before he laid her down onto her couch, his lips back on hers and his fingers biting at her--

-hips. He pressed his full weight onto her and she could feel the half hard shape of his dick press against her centre as he ground down against her "Fucking minx" he growled and shoved her shirt up over her breasts to latch his mouth to one pert nipple, hands kneading the flesh.

Ochako gasped and arched into his mouth as he sucked her nipple hard. She tightened her legs around his waist and pressed up against his growing erection, hands scrabbling at his tank top and he groaned as her nails sunk into the flesh of his shoulder.

Then there was a slap to her thigh where the curves of her ass cheeks met and she jumped, gasping as he smirked up at her. He swatted her again, and again, and again, each slap echoing in her apartment and punctuated with a series of moans. It wasn't until she was squirming and

-whining, flesh burning with a knowledge that it was going to bruise tomorrow, that he stopped and sat up onto his knees, grabbed her hips and manhandled her onto her stomach. She bit her bottom lip as her sensitive nipples brushed the couch and her hips were pulled up until she-

-had her ass in the air just for him. "Perfect," he grunted and he bit into one cheek then the other. "Fucking great ass."

She huffed over her shoulder at him and wriggled, "If it's so great why don't you-" her words were cut off by another slap and she groaned, eyes screwing-

-shut and her body jerking. He slapped both cheeks at the same time with a lewd moan of his own and felt his teeth scrape soft bruises into her skin.

"You were saying," he mocked and he straightened up to grind his fully hard erection against her slick core, one hand skating-

-down her back until he could screw his fingers in her hair and press her face into the cushions. There was a breif pause as his voice softened, "Wanna stop?"

Her eyes snapped open and she glared up at him. "Don't you /dare/."

His lips curled into a smirk and his hand dug-

-harder into her curls. "Good," he growled and he shoved her pants and underwear down roughly before he pressed two fingers into her wet centre with a groan. "Fuck you're so wet. This all for me princess?"

She groaned, hips squirming as his thick fingers stroked her sensitive-

-walls and she nodded. "Yes, just fuck me already you ass."

He growled and crooked his fingers until he found that one spot inside of her that made her shout. "Name, princess."

"Ka-Katsuki," she whined, everything almost too much and not enough.

"Good," his voice rumbled and she whined as he yanked his fingers free. "Just, gimme," she felt his hand nudge against the back of her legs and listened as he tore something open and she squirmed at the idea that her dry spell was finally going to end. She was definitely telling-

-Mina about this and she tried to lift her head when Katsuki pressed it back down. "Shit," he whispered and she wriggled her hips with eagerness. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, "stop shaking your damn ass at me."

"Problem?" she teased, nudging her legs wider with a smirk.

There was a firm slap to her ass and she gasped, body jerking into the hand that was still in her hair and she whined as he snapped her hips back against his own to feel his erection sliding along her wet folds. "That," he groaned, "is all for you, /princess/."

His heat was gone and Ochako didn't even have time to whine before he nudged the head of his dick against her entrance, felt his fingers trace her core and then he pushed into her in one harsh thrust.

She let out a soundless moan, back arching at the sudden intrusion and he-

-/was/ right. Three of her fingers barely covered his girth and she groaned as she felt him drag back until just the tip was sat inside of her before he slammed forward with a grunt. This time she moaned loudly, the thick head hitting her g spot perfectly and she pressed her hips

back into him for more. "Kat-Katsuki," she groaned, hands screwed into the couch cushions, chest flat against it as she pressed her ass back into him. She yelped as he slapped her cheeks again and she felt a brush of tears on her eyes. "Y-yes," she gasped.

"Fuck, you're something," he groaned and she gasped as he started a relentless pace. His hips snapped against hers and she could hear the wet slick sounds of their sex, her moans reverberating in time with his. "You like it rough huh?"

"Y-yes," she gasped and her toes curled.

"Fuck, Katsuki," she whined and then his weight was on her, one arm around her waist to pull her into each thrust, his teeth on her shoulder and his grunts music to her ears.

"'Chako," he groaned and he grabbed the other arm of the couch to give himself more leverage and she-

-screamed. She could hear the creak of the couch, could hear the springs in the cushions protesting as he slammed into her, his arm around her waist pulling her back as his hand on the couch pulled him into her and it was pure relentless bliss to Ochako.

"I- I-"

He hummed in her ear and his teeth sunk into her shoulder to leave a perfect indent of his teeth behind. Ochako shouted, hips jerking against his as she scrabbled at the couch. Her orgasm hit her without warning, eyes crossing as she came harder than she could remeber ever doing-

-so before. "K-K-Katsuki," she whimpered as he slammed into her through her orgasm. There was no sign of him relenting and she whined, drool beginning to slip from the corner of her mouth as she felt pleasure spike again.

"One more," he groaned, "one more."

She gasped and her entire body tensed as his thumb brushed her clit and that was all it took for her third orgasm of the night to wash over her and she was sure she saw stars this time.

"Fuck you're so tight," he groaned and his hips finally slowed to a grind. "Sucking me in-

"Shi-shit," he groaned and she felt his dick twitch inside of her and felt him press his hips snug against hers as he moaned long and low in her ear. "Fuck," he mumbled, head pressed to her shoulder. "Fuck," he panted once more and Ochako felt her entire body sag as he eased his-

-grip on her. There was a nice ache everywhere and she made small noises as she focused on simply breathing.

Katsuki moved first, his knees coming up to get underneath him before he slowly dragged himself out of her. She whimpered, face scrunched and he shushed her with a-

-stroke of his hands over her shoulders. "You're good," he mumbled, "you're good."

Ochako hummed at the tiny words of praise and she felt boneless. The couch shifted as he left and she could hear him stomping around somewhere before a light flicked on and she vaguely knew it to

be the bathroom.

By the time he came back she'd managed to drag herself up, shimmied her shorts into place and pulled her top back down. Katsuki smirked down at her as he pressed his hands onto the couch arm and bent to be eye level with her, his eyes drifting to her lips.

Ochako could feel the heat in those red eyes of his and couldn't stop herself from squirming. "You're making it real difficult to walk out of here," Katsuki mumbled.

She shrugged a shoulder and fell back against the couch, subconsciously pushing her breasts out. "I'm not-

-stopping you." She gave herself a mental high five as his eyes fell to her chest before they locked on her face again.

He growled and she heard the fabric on her couch groan as he screwed his fingers into the material. "Fuck it," he said.