god I woke up very horny for jealous Ochako who can’t keep her eyes off Melissa. Analyzing her, studying her, wondering what it is Melissa has that she doesn’t. Big blue eyes, long blonde hair. She thinks of Bakugou; maybe Deku likes blondes. And the more she looks,

the more she /notices./ Melissa’s long, slim fingers. Her little bowed lips, her big smile with all those straight, white teeth. She’s flirtatious and affectionate and a little bit loud and all of class 1-A seems charmed by her.

Even Deku—even though Melissa’s taller than him now. Maybe he likes that, a taller girl, and Ochako tries to imagine it—looking up into those blue eyes. Crawling between those long, long legs, pressing a line of kisses up her wide hips, tasting the soft, thin skin of

her belly. pressing a cheek to her huge breasts, tasting there too, gripping just to see how far her fingers could sink into the soft flesh. How it would feel like to kiss Melissa, what it would be like to know—does she taste like other girls? are her nipples the same

coral pink as her lips?

And the third time, or maybe it’s the fourth, that Melissa catches her staring, something between them shifts. It’s no longer stilted and stiff and tilted and awkward. There’s something they both understand but refuse to name. But Melissa smiles

so pretty, ducks her head, blushes pink and then red. Bites her lip. Flashes those blue eyes, darker now and sleepy-looking, dreamy, almost /hungry/—

That night Ochako lays back on her bed and looks at her own pink-tipped fingers, wondering how much smaller they are.

how much longer Melissa’s would be sliding down her thigh, dragging slow across her stomach, dipping lower, soft, patient and gentle. an artist’s hands. skilled hands, powerful and precise and lovely, slipping into her, working her, one and then two and then three

fingers deep until the wet rhythmic sound of fucking and their comined (imagined) high, breathy moans fill Ochako’s mind to bursting and she comes with a full body tremor, teary and sweat-damp, floating like a ghost above the bed