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If he's paying (If he pays), I'll take the oysters

I'm sayin', (I can say) I got some pointers

My baby (My baby) is my employer

My baby (My baby) knows how to spoil

- ‘Sugar Daddy’ by Qveen Herby

Katsuki’s workshop was much larger than she had imagined. 

During their conversations, she now realized as she scanned the room from behind the door, that she had apparently only ever seen a small section of it. His workbench was near the farthest corner of the room, and the sewing machines and mannequins she had seen in the background of their video chats numerous times lined the back wall. The rest of the room was much busier. There were large spools of fabric in neutral blacks and tans as well as jeweled fabric, and suspicious shades of pink everywhere. People were rushing in and out through side doors into even more rooms. The walls were filled with drawings and runway shots and endless polaroid pictures tacked up with push pins. And in the middle of all that was Hanta. 

The lanky man was down on one knee, holding an expensive-looking camera to his eyes and flashing photos of three of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life. Models. Real models. She could tell by how they seemed unphased to be wearing risque lingerie swathed in shiny jewels in the midst of the busy studio. By the way, they were constantly in motion. They moved like they were dancing. Long limbs slowly glided through the air like it was made of molasses, like they had all the time in the world, like the camera was lucky to be here to capture their grace. And the three of them moved together in a way that seemed just as meticulously choreographed as it did spontaneous and natural. It was a wonder to watch. 

And intimidating. 

Even more so when one of them – the sultry blonde who was kneeling at the same height as Hanta, her arms resting on the thighs of the other two – spotted her half hiding behind the door. The sultry look in her eyes was gone instantly, replaced, thankfully, by an almost childish sort of glee. “Oh. My. God. Is that Katsuki’s girl?”

Ochako’s heart skipped. 

Katsuki’s girl. 

Hanta spotted her next. “Oh, Ochako!” He smiled, standing to his full height. “Come in, come in.” 

Ochako released her hold on the door and made her way over, wishing she had gotten that haircut after all. And lost that ten pounds. “Sorry to interrupt.” She said, shyly. “You’re a photographer, Hanta?”

Hanta held up his camera. “When I’m not driving around beautiful women.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it again. Ochako thought it was progress that she only turned pink rather than red. A couple more days and she wouldn’t react at all. Hanta laughed. “ Katsuki !” He shouted. “She’s here.”

Katsuki appeared from one of the side doors, dressed in all black again, and his face pulled into a scowl. There was a thin white measuring tape tossed across his shoulders that looked more like an accessory than a practical tool. 

He looked effortless. He looked stern.

He looked like a boss.

And she really really liked that.

(Damn, she was really learning a lot about herself on this trip, wasn’t she?)

He made his way over to them. “Hanta,” he looked at her and Hanta’s hands, “let go.”

Hanta’s eyes sparkled with mirth. He squeezed her hand as if to say do you see this, I told you so. “Just giving Ochako a traditional French greeting.”

Katsuki’s jaw ticked. “Drop it before I give you an American one.”

Hanta laughed. “You’re Japanese .”

“Fuck off.”

Hanta raised both his hands up in surrender. 

“Kat, we were just saying,” Camie smiled up at the couple. Ochako tried to stop the sinking feeling in her stomach as Katsuki turned his attention to the three scantily dressed women. Three beautiful scantily dressed women. “Your girl is gorgeous .” Camie turned that smile to Ochako. She really was beautiful. Bright, and happy like sunshine. “You’re much too good for this asshole.”

The leaner woman with purple hair nodded. “Definitely too good.”

The curvier black-haired beauty smiled kindly. “You make a beautiful couple.” She said. “I’m so glad you’ll be working with us today.”

Ochako frowned. “Today?”

She looked at Katsuki.

Katsuki pulled her in by her hand and chuckled. 

“About that, Cheeks…”

Ochako stared at herself in the mirror. 

She looked… 

Well, she looked… 

This set was…

“Um,” she hoped her voice sounded steadier to him than it did to her own ears. “Katsuki?” 

“Yeah?” He was waiting for her to step out in the set he’d picked for her. The set she was wearing now. The one that made her look–” You alright in there?” Was she alright? Ochako turned slightly to look at the back. Her eyes widened because oh, god –” You need a hand?” 

“No!” Now that sounded panicked. “No,” she said much slower,” I’ve got it.” 

“You sure?” 

She turned more fully. 

Her ass looked– 

“I’m sure!” 

“Well…” Silence. “Damn, Cheeks, now I’m nervous.” Was he nervous? “Do you hate it?” 

He thought she… 

Hated it?

She hadn’t quite understood what Katsuki meant when he said this whole collection had been designed with her in mind but now that she was wearing this it was obvious. The base of the set was simple. It was a balcony-style bra with a strappy bikini-style bottom. The brilliance of this piece wasn’t structural — it was in the detail. 

It was artistic. Katsuki was an artist.

And he’d hung stars at her hips.

Or something that sparkled just a bright which made up the entirety of the band at her hips. Two rows of small circular stones, lined with an impossible soft fabric, connected the triangle of black silk that made up her panties. The same diamond chains made up her bra straps but the cups were made entirely of mesh. A surprisingly thick but comfortable mesh that had smaller versions of the sparkly crystals effortlessly interwoven in the fabric and then a larger cluster of jewels where her nipples were.

It was beautiful on its own, but if you knew what to look for, if you knew who this collection was inspired by, then it was absolutely breathtaking.

Because the cups weren’t just covered in jewels. 

They weren’t just covered in stars. 

They were covered in galaxies. 

SMACS 0723, specifically.

She’d told Katsuki about the breathtaking images that NASA had released from their James Webb Space Telescope a few months ago. She’d spent almost three hours gushing about how beautiful the photos were, what they meant for her career, what they meant for science, and how they made everything else in the universe seem insignificant and hauntingly precious all at the same time. Katsuki had been sketching at the time and she’d sent him articles with the photos but she hadn’t thought he’d been paying attention as he drew. Hadn’t thought that he’d been thinking about that conversation, thinking about her, this whole time. 

But he had.

He’d been listening to her so intently that he’d taken who knows how long to study that beautiful photo that proved that over ten universes just like theirs existed somewhere out in the cosmos. And then he’d taken the time to carefully stitch tiny crystals expertly and attentively in the exact shape of SMACS 0723. Even though no one would understand the reference other than a few hundred other space nerds. 

And her. 

Her.

He’d done this for her.

This piece was the both of them together. The stars and fashion. Vastness and sexiness. Excess and emptiness. Darkness and light. It was both of their passions coming together to create something new and unexpected. 

To create wearable art.  

She loved it. 

She loved all of it.

She couldn’t have him thinking she didn’t love it. 

Not for another second.

“ If you hate this then maybe I should ax the whole show. ” His voice was nearly a whisper. It was startling how small it sounded but, she supposed, there was a certain sense of vulnerability that came with bearing your art, your soul, to someone like this. Hmmm. Her heart lurched at the thought. This was another part of himself that he was giving to her, not knowing if she would accept it or not. He was spoiling her again.  “ Shit. Maybe the hag had a point. Maybe the reference was too vague. Or maybe this whole thing is– ”

She opened the curtain in one quick swoosh.  

“—overkill…”

Ochako looked at him. 

Katsuki looked at her. 

But he didn’t speak. 

After a few seconds of staring, Ochako broke the silence first. 

“Katsuki?” 

No reply. 

His eyes weren’t even looking her over like he’d done in the restaurant. They were wide at the corners and his neck was slowly turning red. 

Shit. 

“Katsuki?” Nothing. “ Katsuki .”

She wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. 

“Katsuki, please say something before I lock myself in the changing room and get a taxi to the airport fueled by nothing but utter embarrassment–” 

Katsuki Bakugou, the heir to the Bakugou conglomerate and lingerie designer who had seen hundreds of perfect, beautiful people in lingerie throughout his career, opened his mouth and said just one word: “ Fuck .”

That one word was so sincere and reverent that it might as well have been a prayer. He might as well have knelt supplicating at her feet and begging her for the honor of worshipping her. It sounded like he wanted to. It was almost blasphemy how reverent he sounded. Because how much she liked that certainly was.  

And that prompted her to step closer. 

He breathed in sharply. 

“It’s beautiful.” Ochako smiled. “You’re very good at your job.” 

“Honestly, fuck me .” He stepped closer, hands flexing at his side. He wanted to touch her. “It’s you, Ochako. You’re…” His eyes finally took her in full, from her head to her toes, and then slower on the way back up. The heat was back in full force. She could feel it tickling the back of her neck and settling hotly in her core. “Beautiful. Just… You’re really everything I’ve ever wanted, aren’t you?”

She felt herself flush. “You’re being nice.”

“I’m not nice. Ask Hanta. Ask anyone, really.” He said. “I’m just honest.”

You’re really everything I’ve ever wanted, aren’t you? 

If she could bottle up this moment to use for later when she would undoubtedly fall prey to her insecurities again, she would. Validation wasn’t going to fix everything but what Katsuki was offering her wasn’t validation. It was honesty. He honestly thought she was beautiful. Hell, he thought she was everything he ever wanted. Unedited cellulite, dimples, and all. If she had any lingering doubts on his intentions, on which part of her he truly wanted, they had disappeared. Her doubts exploded like a star, leaving behind a supernova brighter than a billion stars, blinding and magnificent. He wanted her. Only her. Just as she was. And that made Ochako smile so hard it almost hurt.

It made her confident enough to feel excited about the photoshoot. 

“Well,” she stepped forward. The changing room was just tucked away in the corner in the corner of the studio, a small changing stall, like one in a mall, built into the wall and separated from the larger room by a privacy screen barely big enough to hide two people. “We should probably get started, right?” 

Ochako took a single step out from behind the privacy screen before being halted by a warm hand lifting the right strap of her bra. She turned her neck to see Katsuki at her back, his face suddenly serious, analytical, as he placed the strap perfectly on her shoulder. His hands – he was so warm – touched her skin ever so slightly as he worked at tightening the strap but Ochako felt it like a jolt. 

A whimper escaped her unconsciously. 

“You can’t do that.”

She blinked. “What?”

His eyes were on her face again. The designer’s gaze was replaced with something more lascivious. He released her, letting the band of her bra snap against her skin. Another whimper.“React like that when I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

His face. 

That look in his eyes… 

She took a sharp breath. “I can’t help it.”

“That’s what makes it worse.” He wore his precarious restraint on his face. And she hadn’t even done anything. She wondered, her blood drumming, just what would happen if she did do something. If she pushed him. Just a little. “Perfectly respectable, remember?”

So she pushed. 

“But I’ve already seen your cock.” She spoke just loud enough that only he could hear, cheeks burning at her own words. Her voice was perfectly innocent, betrayed only by the look in her eyes. “I think we’re past respectable.”

That familiar heat rose again.  

His eyes darkened. “That mouth .” He pulled her back against him, just behind the thin privacy screen again. His right hand worked its way from the curve of her hip to her waist, the side of her breast, and the side of her neck before finding its destination at her cheek. All the while, Ochako forgot how to breathe, how to speak. How to do anything but let Katsuki touch her any way he wanted. And then his fingers found the seam of her lips and he said, “Open for me.”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Ochako opened her mouth. 

He slipped his thumb into her mouth and her mind blanked. She sucked. “Fuck.” His body stiffened behind her and Ochako flattened herself as close to him as she could. He bucked his hips roughly, almost unconsciously, but it was just enough for Ochako to feel the length of him against her. “This mouth.” He groaned into her ear. His other hand moved to her stomach, pressing her closer to him and pressing himself harder against her. Sparks of pleasure shot through her, small and fleeting and doing nothing but increasing the heat that threatened to engulf her. He was half hard at her back. And big. “This body .”

Ochako stifled a moan. 

Katsuki caught it though.“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” He was so close. His breath was warm against the bare skin of her shoulder and the fingers of his left-hand fiddled – adjusted – the band under her breasts. Nothing about the set needed adjustment. It was beautiful and sexy and made her feel like she could command the stars if she tried hard enough. He made things that made people feel like that and he thought that she was everything? He was everything and so much more. “You’re perfect.”

Ochako didn’t believe in perfection. As a scientist, she knew that there was nothing in the universe that was perfect, everything had a design flaw. Even the stars. But with him pressed against her back, his breath at her ear, and the heat he emitted warming her down to her very core she was starting to have her doubts. Because if there was anything in this galaxy, in this universe, in this life that deserved that title it was this moment. It was this man.

It was a scary, irrational feeling to have but weren’t all the best feelings this crazy? 

This moment was perfect.

Katsuki was perfect.

And his set was perfect. 

It would have never left his workshop if it wasn’t. But the thought that he was so desperate to touch her – even these fleeting touches under the guise of ‘adjustment’ – was enough to have her heart racing.  “You have men and women around the world willing to grovel at your feet just for a photo and you don’t even know the power in that. You’re powerful, Ochako. Your brain, your heart, your body — all of it.” She let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed. She could just make out the silhouettes of the other models and Hanta. Every so often she could hear the sound of the camera flash. Part of her was worried that they could see them, that they could hear her barely holding on, but the rest of her was absorbed in Katsuki’s words. “In person… you're almost overwhelming.”

Ochako didn’t think she was breathing. 

“I am is?”

“It’s taking every ounce of restraint in me not to kick all these people out of here and fuck you on top of my workbench.” Dear god. “Lord knows I’ve thought about it. Often .”

He bucked against her and she moved forward just enough to peek behind the privacy screen, while still mostly obscuring herself. Ochako’s eyes flashed over to the other models but they seemed to be absorbed in whatever Hanta was saying. All of them angled long, beautiful limbs in seemingly impossible poses with ease. Yaoyorozu looked ethereal with her dark black hair and the contrasting white lingerie against her milky skin; Camie had her arm slung over Momo’s shoulders, ignoring the camera flash completely, to play with her fellow model’s inky hair, carelessly captivating in all her regal beauty; Jirou was sitting at the other two’s feet, leaning back casually, the epitome of cool, facing the camera with an unrelenting intensity that Ochako envied. Ochako found it hard to believe that she fit in amongst their ranks. 

But the closer Katsuki pressed against her, the more evident his desire became, and the easier it was to believe it. 

She turned to face him. “Me too. I’ve thought about it. About this room and about you.” She inhaled deeply, her chest bumping against his. “Often.” 

“I want to touch you.”

Ochako’s breath hitched. “ You are. ”

“No,” Although it seemed impossible, Katsuki stepped even closer, so close the lines between them seemed to blur. “I want to touch you.”

Oh. 

Oh.

Well, fuck. 

She wanted that too. 

That’s all she’d wanted from the moment she saw him. 

From before even that. 

“Then do it.” She breathed. “ Please .”

A second passed between the two of them. 

“Hanta,” Katsuki’s eyes never left hers, as he stepped out from behind the screen. Ochako could barely catch her breath. “The stitching on the right strap of Uravity’s set is coming undone.” The lie fell from his lips smoothly. Not a note of hesitation was detectable. “I’ll take her to the workshop and fix it.” He turned away from her then, eyes back on Hanta, who was still knelt at the same spot holding his camera up to his eye to adjust for the changing light. The camera flashed. “Take the singles for the rest of the other models in the meantime. We’ll be back soon.”  

Katsuki grabbed Ochako’s hand, pulling her past the photoshoot and the bustle of the studio to an unremarkable black door with his name on the door. 

The door opened with a click and Ochako saw color everywhere. Red, blue, pink, green, orange. Neutrals in brown, beige, and white. And black. Lots and lots of black. Black lace, black leather, black suede. Fabric was everywhere. That was all she could register before she was suddenly pressed against the now closed door and the heat was back in full force. 

Now, all she could see was him.  

Katsuki. 

He was everywhere. 

He kissed her like there aren’t people waiting for them back in the other room, like they had all the time in the world. It was slow and deep and sloppy. His lips glided over hers languidly and his tongue coaxed a moan from her that knocked the strength from her legs. Katsuki grabbed her, steadying her, before hooking her right leg around his hip. The pressure from him was more direct this time and the pleasure she felt had her left leg following her right. His hands left her hips and slide lower, lower, lower until he had two handfuls of her ass. Skin directly to skin thanks to the cheeky cut of her underwear. 

Ochako moaned against her lips. “ We’ll be back soon ?” 

Katsuki broke their kiss with an obscenely loud smack. “I lied.” He pressed a kiss on her neck. And another. And another. “Wasn’t that obvious?” 

Then he bit her. 

Ochako groaned into the open air, not quick enough to muffle her sounds, but Katsuki didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the sound seemed to fuel him and he attacked the crook of her neck with a series of bites, nips, and kisses that had her melting against the door. His hands squeezed and groped at her ass, every so often passing by the mesh material of her underwear. She needed him. She had him, between her legs worshipping her like it was his calling, but she needed more. She needed his hands on her. Touching her where she was…

Her eyes opened. “Katsuki?” He hummed into her skin, fingers playing with the waistband of her underwear. Underwear that she was supposed to be photographed in. Underwear that was quickly becoming unsalvagable. “Wait, Katsuki... Fuck ..” He nibbled at the spot just under her ear that made her eyes roll back. The pleasure was so sharp that she almost forgot what she was trying to say. How could she focus on anything else when he felt this good? He felt so good. He made her feel s– Katsuki snapped the band of her underwear against her hip bringing her back to the matter at hand. Ochako tapped him on the shoulder. “Katsuki. The shoot.”

He sighed. “They can wait for a few minutes.” He tightened his hold on her. They both moaned. “Fuck, they can wait forever.” 

Ochako laughed. “I love your enthusiasm.” She reached for his face. His skin was warm, impossibly warm, and his breath was coming out just as ragged as hers. Good. He was just as affected by her as she was by him. Her thumb caressed the line of his jaw. “But, um, we should probably…” Fuck, she didn’t want to continue that sentence. “...stop?”

Katsuki frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She said, hurriedly. “Nothing.” She could feel him hard, ready, and bigger than anything she had ever taken before from where he was pressed against her. Fuck. She wanted to thank whoever made this man. Her hips bucked against him unconsciously, pulling twin groans from both of them. “Fuck, Katsuki. You feel so good.” God, she wished the others really could wait forever. “But if we continue…” 

“What?” 

Ochako felt herself flush harder. 

How was she supposed to say this? “I’m going to be photographed in this…” 

His hand came up to cup her right breast. “I know,” he groaned. “I’ll have to give these my full attention later. Otherwise, I might rip this.” 

“That’s, um, not what I meant.” 

Katsuki frowned. “Then what?” 

“My… my underwear.” She said, looking away from him. “You’re so… I just…” 

The moment it dawned on him Ochako knew she was in trouble. 

“Are you wet?” His voice was sin. “Is that it? Are you wet for me, Ochako?”

Fuck. “Very.” She admitted.

Ochako yelped as she suddenly found herself back on her own legs, holding herself up on weak legs which only grew weaker as Katsuki dropped to his knees in front of her. She gasped at the sight of this beautiful man down on his knees with his hands on her thighs and his expression making him look like the godliest of worshipers. His eyes were glued to the triangle of fabric hiding her from him. He stared hard enough to have her blushing furiously and adoringly enough for her not to cover herself from his exposing gaze. She’d wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his gaze when they’d talk over the phone. Now she knew. And she liked it. She liked having his entire focus. She liked having him see her. 

She wanted him to see more. 

“You can’t just fucking tell me things like that, Ochako,” Katsuki trailed his fingers along the outside of her panties, stroking at her mound, before venturing to the apex of her thighs. He took a sharp breath when he found them soaked through. “You can’t say that and expect me not to want to see for myself. Fuck.” The feeling – him finally touching her – was enough to make her knees buckle. That’s how desperate she was for him. For this. It had been months in the making, months too long. And now that she had him, she never wanted him to stop touching her. “Fuck. You’re dripping .” He rubbed at her more intently, stealing a lewd moan from her. Ochako slapped a hand over her mouth. The door was closed but everyone was just outside. “Look at you.” His smirk was downright evil. “You’ve ruined your panties.” 

Ochako groaned into her hand. 

“Is this because of me?” She nodded pathetically, unable to speak. She didn’t trust that whatever came out of her mouth next wouldn’t be obscenely loud. “Is all this for me?”

Yes. 

Yes, it was. 

“Answer me.”

“All of it.” She gasped. 

He chuckled. “Good girl.” Then he tugged. “ Perfect girl. ” The chains at her hips snapped with ease, leaving the fabric to fall to the floor and fully exposing her to Katsuki’s hungry eyes. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Ochako had no time to brace herself before Katsuki nudged her legs apart. The cold air of the workshop was much more apparent now that his body wasn’t on her and the feeling of it hitting her heated core was jarring. So jarring that she barely noticed Katsuki bit his lip and reach for her until he strokes her core. A shudder passed through her body. Relief mixed so tightly with pleasure that she could feel tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, a sensation so strong that she gasped. Her hips rolled against his finger, chasing the pleasure he had been teasing her with all this time and he rewarded her forwardness by pushing two fingers into her. Her hands came back to cover her moans but from the low, rough chuckle in the air, she knows he knows how good he’s making her feel. He thrust into her like he has studied her, like he knew every nook and crook of her, finding that spot she can never quite reach in seconds. His thumb rubbed at her clit, sending dull shocks of pleasure through her that keep her floating higher and higher. Her hands caught all of her sounds but still, her body sang for him. She withered and jerked, and melted. And he held her up as best as he could as she became boneless. 

Then he added a third finger. 

Ochako’s breath turned ragged like she was chasing something.  And she was. She could feel it just on the precipice of her awareness, something sharp, something delicious. As if he could sense it too, Katsuki increased his pace. His thumb gathered her wetness and he swirled hard and wet around her clit as he simultaneously thrusted against her walls. It felt good. Deliriously good. So good that she had to remind herself that it was just his fingers. And if he could send her careening towards the stars with his fingers then what could he do with his tongue? With his cock?

That thought and the way he masterfully played her was enough to send her plummeting from her high. She stiffened, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm as her walls clamped around his fingers, and she sang his name into her hand so loudly that she was sure he could make it out. 

She rode the rest of her orgasm out on his fingers and then found herself slumped on the floor, looking up at his still kneeling figure. 

“How do you feel?” 

“I think I died. Did I die?” 

“Le petit mort.” The tiny death. An orgasm. “But no. You’re alive.” He pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead. “C’mon. Gotta get you back for your close-up.” 

She looks at the ruined fabric next to them. “Gonna be hard to explain that.” 

“‘S a good thing I have spares, huh?” He stands up and moves out of her immediate vicinity. Ochako was too spent to follow him with her eyes. Her body felt too good, too relaxed, to do much of anything right now. He returned holding a new pair of shiny panties. “Stand up.” 

She should have been embarrassed but she let Katsuki dress her, standing and stepping into the underwear. She let him pull them back up her leg. Letting someone undress you was one thing but letting someone dress you was another. It was a whole new level of intimacy. His hands were all over her skin as he tugged the garment over her hips and ass in a way that felt more exposed than anything else they had done. It felt like he now knew secrets about her she had never even considered sharing. He knew how she had to stretch the band ever so slightly to get it over her ass, how she had to jiggle into the tighter cut. He could see how the band twisted when she first tugged them on, he adjusted them until the jewels sat perfectly on her hips. It was exposing. It was extremely intimate.  If anything it felt more intimate than anything they’d done so far. 

And Katsuki looked… his eyes… 

She blushed again, turning her head to the side. 

Then she caught sight of a mirror. “My hair!” She ran her fingers through her hair trying to sort out the mess. “Shit, my make-up!” Her lipstick was pretty much nonexistent now. Except for where it had gotten smudged on her chin and her neck. Her neck. “How am I going to cover this .” 

Katsuki stood up. “What?” 

“This.” 

There was a purpling bruise at the crook of her neck. 

Katsuki didn’t even try to hide his glee. “You look perfect.” 

“I look like–” 

“Like you just got fucked?” 

“I…well…” She flushed all the way to her toes. “Yes.” 

“As I said,” Katsuki tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “you look perfect .” 

There was a distant hum of conversation. The sound of it only electrified the energy behind the red curtain. Backstage beautiful, long-limbed models sat in front of vanities being primped and made up by a team of professionals. Several seamstresses and assistants arranged intricate straps of futuristic lingerie on models near the entrance to the runway. One particularly nervous man was running around with silver glitter, randomly applying the metallic makeup to anyone he could get his hands on. 

The runway was already set — sand, realistic craters, and rocks made the runway look like the surface of the moon — and the audience was seated. From the tiny gap in the curtain, Ochako could make out several celebrities, influencers, very rich-looking people, reporters, other models, and the fashion elite. Mina had texted her fifteen minutes ago letting her know that she had arrived, snagged a front row seat beside a Hadid sister and an upcoming DJ called Present Mic that Ochako had never heard of. She was wearing the pink leather bodysuit that molded to every curve of her body, just like she always planned except now with some space-inspired accessories and make-up thanks to some inside intel. 

She looked right at home next to all of those beautiful people.

And Ochako… 

Nervous energy pumped through her veins, and the sound of the waiting crowd only amplified it. The rush of blood was so loud though, that she could barely hear anything else. Ochako peeked out from behind the curtain again.

Yup. 

Still terrifying.

“You looking for the exit?”Ochako didn’t turn around but some of the tension left her body anyway at the sound of Katsuki’s voice. 

“And if I am?” 

“If you head to the far left, past the male model's makeup station, and head straight down the corridor for maybe three minutes you’ll find the back door.” She sighed as she felt Katsuki’s hands on her shoulders. She was wearing the same black expensive silk robe as all the other models but this was the most he’s touched her since their moment during the photoshoot yesterday and it still felt nice. Even if it did remind her of all they were still yet to do. Everything she wanted to do. “Though that would be a fucking shame. Especially considering what you have on underneath your robe.”

She leaned into his touch, closing the velvet curtains, and moaning softly as he worked the tension from her shoulders. “I’m sure people will get over it.”

“They might but I wouldn’t.” He pulled her closer to him, her back pressed against his front. “I’ve been dreaming about today.”

“I’m sure you have. This is a big day for you.”

He chuckled. The sound was just as warm as the heat she could feel radiating from his body. “I’ve been dreaming of you, idiot.” Ochako melted against him, her nerves momentarily forgotten. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

She considered telling him about the round, awkward girl who’d escaped the scrutiny of a small town and was now older, still somewhat round and nervous about walking a world-famous runway almost naked but that seemed so far away when he was this close. Everything felt smaller — her insecurities, her worries, her past — as he thumbed at the knot at the base of her neck like he was squashing it to nothing as he massaged her. 

So instead she turned around, forcing him to take a step back, and said, “I’m just… nervous.” That’s what it boiled down to, didn't it? She was nervous. She didn't want to mess up or embarrass herself or his brand out there. “I know I’m Uravity and I take photos in things like this all the time now but… this is different, you know? This is live. Real life.” She bit her bottom lip. A nervous habit. “Momo, Jirou, and Camie gave me some advice — and it was super good! — but I don’t know… maybe I’m just too in my head.” 

Katsuki nodded his head as he looked at her, considering her dilemma. “Well, I can’t say I’ve ever modeled lingerie before but what I do know is it’s not who sees you in the lingerie that matters,” He stepped closer, until they were mere inches apart again, close enough to share the same breath, “it’s who you allow to take it off of you.” 

Ochako swallowed so thickly that she was sure Katsuki could hear it. 

 “Doesn’t matter what they see. In fact, they’re fucking lucky they even get to be this close to you at all.” His breath was warm and his eyes were locked on hers, deep red burning with something they’d only skimmed the surface of before. “And you’re just giving them a tiny glimpse. A fantasy. You have all the power here, they aren’t getting anything you don’t want to give.” 

He leaned in. 

Ochako’s breath hitched, eyes dropping to the curve of his lips. Lips that had promised to kiss, taste and worship every part of her when they were thousands of miles apart. But they’re together now. 

Only inches apart. 

But just as her eyes were fluttering shut and her own lips pursed, Katsuki turned and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Give it to them. Sell the fantasy. Let them wish and dream and want what they can’t have. Let them desire you. ” His words shot straight to her core. “And then, when you’re finished, you come back to me .”

He tugged open her robe, taking a long greedy look. 

This was his crowning glory after all. 

The other models would be wearing two or three looks each but Ochako, thankfully, was only assigned one. 

The closing look. 

The bridal look. 

It was what every Howitzer Impact show ended on. Something that would have would-be and to-be brides rushing to the stores to fight over whatever genius walked down the runway. It was always something different, something special. Ground Zero didn’t do ordinary. There were no simple white lacy pieces and garters on this runway. No. Usually, there was very little white at all.  Usually, they preferred their brides swathed in sin – wrapped in black leather or lace, mesh pieces, or something so bright and colorful and daring that flashes would surely show through a white gown. 

This time, though, it was white. 

A perfectly sculpted white bra, panties, and a garter belt sat right at the line of her belly button. 

And it was all glowing. 

Or at least it looked like it was glowing. 

The set she had worn at the photo shoot had been riddled in crystals but this set… it almost looked like Katsuki had carved it out of diamond. The entire thing was made of impossibly tiny Swarovski crystals arranged in thin lines – specially commissioned diamond thread, Katsuki had told her – and the design team had spent thousands and thousands of hours stitching the entire ensemble together. And it paid off. The whole set shined. The mesh was revealing but the crystals caught the light and exploded in rainbow-colored light over her skin, shrouding her in an ethereal, galactic light that made her look like she was glowing. Like her skin was brighter, her teeth whiter and her eyes glowing. It made her feel beautiful. It made her feel like she was a wonder. Something worth seeing. 

“Beautiful,” Katsuki said as he looked down at her. It shined more dimly backstage but out there – on the runway – she was going to be blinding. No one would ever forget this. They’d be talking about this show and this look and Katsuki for decades. That’s how beautiful this piece was. “You look like something out of my fucking dreams, Cheeks. You’re beautiful.”

This set made her feel like she was the center of the universe. 

And so did he.

She smiled. “Katsuki.” He looked up at her and the look in his eyes had heat pulsing through her veins. It stole all her words until all she could do was look up at him and breathe, “You’re beautiful too.” 

She sounded like a lovesick idiot when she said it but Katsuki didn’t laugh at her for it – even though part of her knew he probably would later – instead he reached down and retied her robe. “ You’re the star of this show.” He reached up to grip her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Understand?”

His eyes burned. 

“Uh, um. I supp–”

“Understand, baby?”

Yeah, her brain was melting. 

Yes. Of course. Anything you want. 

Not trusting the stability of her own voice, Ochako nodded. 

“Get into your place and don’t forget your helmet .” He smiled at her. “Your audience awaits.”

Two days after the Howitzer Impact, Mina and Ochako were sitting at Le Perchoir Marais drinking overpriced wine in the sun. 

The remnants of winter seemed to be waning early because the sun was high in the sky, washing all the patrons in glowing light. The dark wood of the exterior gave the Parisian bar a rather western feel – that and the bottles of Hennesey sitting proudly on the top shelf of the bar – and it would have been horribly out of place with the more classical French architecture if it wasn’t for the greenery. There were plants everywhere. Potted plants lined the bartop, flowers and flowery bushes were dotted throughout the room, and a couple of trees reached up to the bright blue sky. The plants were maintained during the winter by the artificial light and heat of the built-into bar but the unusually warm weather had done wonders for the plants. The flowers were blooming like it was spring, not at all ashamed by the barrenness of the plants down at street level. They were flourishing. 

And so was Ochako. 

She’d been floating on air since she’d walked down that runway. The crowd had loved the set. Once the lights had hit the crystals on her body, the entire room had transported to some futuristic, galactic planet covered in technicolor and that had been enough for the usually demure audience to actually erupt into applauses. Mina had been the loudest, starting a chant of ‘Uravity! Uravity! Uravity!’ over and over. And eventually, the whole room joined her. Uravity, Uravity! She’d almost tripped over her own feet at the sound of it, of a whole room of important, fashionable, beautiful people cheering for her. It was a feeling she didn’t think she would ever be able to replicate. Just like the feeling she’d gotten when Katsuki had walked out along with the other models and grabbed her hand in front of all those people and called her his muse. 

His muse. 

It was a high that was still bubbling just under her skin. 

“So?”

Ochako blinked. “So…”

Mina was wearing oversized pink jeans, a pale pink leather jacket, and a teeny tiny white crop top. Her fuschia sunglasses now matched her hair. She’d gotten her bright pink hair dyed darker and straightened by one of Ground Zero’s hairstylists, Aoyama, a few days ago. She still looked like Mina, effortlessly stunning, but refined in a way that screamed European. And Ochako knew she was loving it. “ So… ” She was lucky the weather was so good otherwise she’d be freezing. “Why do you keep coming back to the hotel room?”

Ochako set her glass of wine down. 

“Why do I keep coming back to my hotel room?”

“You know what I mean. ” Mina sipped on her rosé, perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the glass base. Her nails were exactly the same shade of pink as the wine. Ochako wondered if she’d planned that. Knowing Mina —she had.  “Wasn't the whole point of this trip for you to get fucked?”

“Mina!” Over two decades of friendship and somehow Ochako still wasn’t used to Mina’s outbursts. She probably never would be. “ Volume .” 

“What? We’re in France .” Mina gestured around them. “These people basically invented the sport. They’re like professional fuckers.” A couple of people chuckled around them and Ochako wanted the ground to swallow her. When it didn’t she knew that the gods had truly abandoned her. “Them and the Italians I suppose.” Mina actually seemed to be considering the rankings of this ridiculous imaginary competition in her head for a moment before she shrugged. “But that’s beside the point…”

Ochako stared into the purple liquid, watching it swirl around in the cup. “Well, I mean, the point of this trip was to meet Katsuki and take part in the Howitzer Impact. I’ve done both.” She said.“I’ve seen Katsuki almost every day since we’ve been here.”

“In passing.” 

“He’s been busy.”

“The show is over.”

“I know.”

Mina huffed. “Are you guys gonna do the do or not?”

“That’s not why I flew all the way here—“

“Oh, please.” Mina rolled her eyes. No one could see through Ochako’s bullshit like her best friend. “You’ve both been horny for each other for months .” Ochako wished she could deny that – she’d like to pretend at least that she had some dignity left – but the walls in their apartment weren’t that thick and no matter how hard she tried to be quiet… well… Katsuki liked to hear her . Ochako blushed at the memory. At the memory of everything really. “And I'm pretty sure everyone picked up the intense energy he was giving out on the stage the other day. I’m surprised you guys didn’t just fuck backstage.”

Her whole body had been on fire just from him holding her hand. And the look in his eyes...

She was honestly surprised they hadn’t either. 

“He was busy with the media.” Reporters had basically taken over backstage as soon as the show was over. They countered Bakugou and a handful of the more well-known models. They’d even wanted to talk to her. “He’s still doing interviews now.”

He’d been texting her in between interviews. 

Katsuki💥🧡

would it be bad publicity if i punched out this journalist?

You

wht publication?

 

Katsuki💥🧡

No idea tbh … maybe the times or something?

You 

ny times?!

Katsuki💥🧡

he’s american so maybe?

 

You 

yeah, i wouldn’t

Katsuki💥🧡

but your nice… i’m not 

Katsuki was happy with the success of the show, of his vision, and Ochako was happy for him but neither of them was happy about the nonstop press. Mina was right. She’d only been able to see Katsuki in passing after the show a couple of days ago. They hadn’t really been able to spend any substantial time together since then. And that was bothering her. In just a few days,  she’d gotten greedy with him. Now she didn’t want to have to wait around any more – she wanted to be around him. 

“So what I’m hearing is you two would have fucked backstage if he wasn’t busy?”

Ochako didn’t know why she even tried.

“Mina!”

“Prude.” A sip. “As I said… the show is over now.” 

It was. 

Katsuki💥🧡

so… tonight is still good right?

“It is.”

You 

i can’t wait 💗

Mina looked at her knowingly as she slide her phone back onto the table. “Are you seeing him soon?”

“Tonight.” She was counting the hours but she didn’t need to let Mina know that. She was already insufferable as it was. Where was Kirishima to distract Mina when Ochako needed him? “We’re having dinner at his apartment.”

Mina hummed. 

“Ochako?”

“Yes?” 

“Wear a condom.”

“Minaaa.”

“I'm serious, babe! Safe sex! Meaning while your fucking you need to think about me and keep me safe!"

"What?"

"I’m too young to be an aunty, Ochako.” 

“Your brother has children. You have like four nieces.” 

“Yeah,” She sighed. “And that had already aged me.” She downed the rest of her wine. “A little munchkin with your looks and Katsuki’s attitude? They might just put me into an early grave. Give me, like, five years at least.”  

“Fuck you, Mina.” 

Mina winked at her. “Love you, too, babe!”

There was something real here. 

Ochako knew it. 

Katsuki knew it. 

The two of them click.  They clicked into place when they are together. They’ve known this since the beginning. Since Ochako opened that big box and found out there was someone out there somewhere who understood her from the little that she released on Onlyfans so well that they were able to pick out thousands of dollars worth of designer lingerie for her. She’s known since he sent her that photo of himself. There were whispers of it, strong persistent whispers, when they started talking. Those whispers had got louder and louder as they got to know each other, as they revealed more and more of themselves. It screamed at them when they met and ever since then that beating of her heart and the rush of her blood has been all she can hear whenever he’s even mentioned. 

She could name what they have. She could. She could overanalyze and label and nitpick what this feeling is between them – but she doesn’t want to. 

This was good. This was real. 

And they knew that. 

And that’s why it was a wonder they waited as long as they do. 

Dinner was good. 

Great, even. 

Katsuki was a phenomenal cook. 

And his apartment was beautiful. 

It was about forty-five minutes outside of Paris and at least twice the size of the penthouse suite. Dark stained wood. Black furniture. Burnt orange and forest green accents pieces dotted throughout the interior.  It was so… Katsuki. Sleek, sexy, and sharp. 

And he looked good in his apartment, in his comfort zone, wearing slippers,  black shorts, and a black t-shirt.

It was all killing her. 

He welcomed her in, seemingly unaware of the heat shimmering between them. The scent in the air was tantalizing – beef, homemade noodles, and spices – and she followed it, and him, into the dining room where she could watch him put the finishing touches on dinner. 

She was wearing a white crop top and jeans. Nothing fancy or tight or particularly special in case he was the type to rip through clothes. (He’s already ripped off her panties. She might not survive if he was the type to rip through clothes.) But now even that felt like too much. Now the heat was back with vengeance and it fluttered at her core as she sat in his home and watched him move around his kitchen, muscles contracting and relaxing visibly under his tight black t-shirt. He wasn’t moving in a particularly seductive way but it was Katsuki and they click and the heat is damn near unbearable now because, fuck, she wanted him. Has wanted him for months. Has been on edge for days. And was wearing the most boring outfit she could assemble to the house of a literal superstar of the fashion industry because she hadn’t expected to be wearing it for this long. 

“Ochako?”

She nearly jumped out of her skin. When had he gotten so close? “Oh, yes?”

He chuckled. “Food.” He tapped against the wooden table. There was a plate in front of her. When did that get there? “Eat first.” He said. “You can stare at me later.”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were.” She felt herself blush. He’d caught her. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like it.” He sat down across from her, the length of the table between them. “I was staring at you too.”

She tried to focus on dinner. 

She really did. 

They spoke about the fashion show and about the endless interviews and the buzz around her piece. It was everywhere. Fashion magazines, social media, people were talking about it on talk shows – everywhere. Some famous musicians had even asked Ground Zero to lend it out for a music video shoot. It was all very exciting for the company. And for Ochako too. Her subscriber count had basically skyrocketed after the show and she was now at the center of discourse about the integration of mainstream fashion and online personalities. Magazines had asked her for comments and a couple of talk shows had even invited her to fly out for a segment. She was more than happy to comment on her work with Ground Zero and her thoughts on platforms like Onlyfans and even whether or not she thought of herself as a sex worker but she wasn’t about to blow her anonymity for a little bit of fame. The runway was enough exposure for her. She liked being able to put on and take off Uravity when she wanted to. That wasn’t about to change anytime soon. 

He spoke. 

She spoke. 

But honestly… She was struggling to focus. 

It was just so… 

She was just so…  

Hot.

“ Katsuki .” 

She interrupted him as he was speaking about the upcoming Spring/Summer collection. It was just too much at this point. She wanted him too much and she didn’t give a damn that they had only really been together – face to face – for a few days. They clicked and that was enough for her. Now, she just wanted him. And she knew he wanted her too. 

She could tell by how his jaw clicked when she said his name. 

He looked up from his plate, red eyes darkened. Good. She wasn’t the only one barely holding it together now that they were finally alone, she wasn’t the only one burning in this heat. “ Ochako ."

That gave her confidence. “Why are you so far away?” She leaned forward, watching as his eyes dipped down to follow the slope of her neck and the curve of her breasts. He swallowed dryly and snapped his eyes back to her face in a millisecond. So fast that she almost laughed. “What? Are you scared of me?”

His gaze darkened. The heat further escalated between them. 

“I’m scared of me .”

“Why?”

Katsuki put his fork down. “Do you know what you do to me when you look at me like that?” 

“Like what?” He gave her an incredulous look and she merely shrugged, wearing a smirk just as lascivious as his usually was. “ Like what? ”

“You know.” 

A flash of pleasure shot through her at his words, making her brave. “I don’t. Tell me.” 

Katsuki chuckled, darkly. “Ochako.” 

“Katsuki.” She was burning. Everywhere his eyes landed on her body was burning. “I really have no idea.” 

“I think you do.” 

They looked at each other for a moment longer, allowing the flames between them to grow and grow, licking at their self-restraint. This was it. This was the flashpoint. What would come after this would consume them. 

And she couldn’t wait. 

“Show me.” 

It happened then. Something finally exploded. 

Katsuki stood up. 

“ Fuck respectable .”

Ochako felt her blood sing. “ Fuck respectable. ”

Katsuki walked over to her. “Stand up for me, baby.”

Fuck.

“Okay.”

Ochako pushed back from the table and stood in front of him.  She craned her neck to look him in the eyes, reminded of just how much taller than her he was. He was so broad . All broad shoulders, sinewy muscle, and a slender waist. His torso was barely contained in his tight shirt, muscles prominent and close enough for her to trace with her fingers. Her fingers twitched at her side, desperate to touch, and her mind ran wild. Every one of the fantasies that she’d used to tide her over for months slammed into her at once, making her embarrassingly needy now that he was in front of her. Ready to give everything she wanted. 

She swallowed.

He smirked down at her. “Good girl.”She was learning so much about herself on this trip.  So much. Katsuki tilted her chin with her index finger forcing her to look him in the eyes. Oh. “Shirt off.”

Shirt off. 

Ochako pulled her crop top off revealing the embroidered pink bra he’d gifted her a few months ago after they’d started video chatting. It was covered in beautiful pink roses against a satin underlay and she’d never mentioned it to him but she’d noticed almost immediately that it was her perfect nude. The exact same shade of pink as her nipples. 

Katsuki stared down at her. “Now, your jeans.”

“Yes, sir.” Ochako unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to reveal the matching panties.

“ That mouth,” Katsuki said. “Fuck. You’re wearing one of mine.”

“I am.”

He smirked, pulling her in close.

His hand was warm against her waist. “And why is that?”

She was ready to be consumed. “Because I’m yours.”

Katsuki groaned, dipped his head down, and captured her lips in a searing kiss that burned her to ash. Her knees buckled and he was there instantly, holding her flush against him and exploring the taste of her like a man starved.  This kiss was different that the others. Those had been tinged with desperation but this one was engulfed in it. He kissed her with intent, with relief, that spoke to the depth of his desire for her. He had been starving for this just as much as she had – maybe more. She returned his anguish with her own. Kissing him hard enough to remind him of every night they’d spent apart, of how their sessions over the phone hadn’t been enough, of how she had burned for him over the last few days. She kissed him like she hated him, like he was the one to blame for this inferno in her core because he was. Her kiss asked him to take responsibility just like he demanded of her. And she would. 

Gladly. 

Katsuki’s tongue swiped over her lower lip. She moaned, allowing him to nip at the tender skin of her lip, again and again, loud enough to probably spook his neighbors if he had any. Thank god for obscene wealth. Her parted lips gave him the opportunity he needed to push his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of wine, sweet and earthy, and she wanted to drown in it. She wanted to get drunk on the taste of him, she wanted to get addicted to it. This was all his fault. He’d given her so much. He’d made her greedy for him. And now she was a monster. 

A greedy, gluttonous monster that wanted nothing more than to consume him. 

And he didn’t seem inclined to stop her. 

“God,” he kissed her so thoroughly she swore she could feel it in her soul. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

“As long as me.”

“ Longer .”  

Fuck. “How long?” She jumped up and he caught her just under her ass like she knew he would. He pressed against her again and her body welcomed the feeling, grinding against his hardness in an erotic greeting. He kissed against her neck and then turned them, carrying her towards the hallway. “How long have you wanted me?” She had to know. She’d spent so long doubting he wanted her – wanted Ochako – she had to know. How long had he wanted the girl behind the username and the helmet? How long he wondered about her? How long had he wanted Ochako Uraraka? “ Katsuki,” she moaned as he opened the door to his bedroom. “Tell me.” 

“Since the first time we messaged.” He growled. “I sent you that box because I was a fan. I was obsessed with you. Your body, Ochako. You’re… fuck. You’re fucking perfect.” He tossed her onto the bed and she bounced slightly before leaning back on her hands to look up at him. He stood at the end of the bed – breathing hard, eyes blown and oh so beautiful – drinking in the sight of her like he couldn’t believe she was real. And she didn’t flinch away from his gaze – he made her feel like she deserved it. “After I saw you wear one of my pieces for that damn Star Wars-inspired post… I knew I had to see you in more of my things. And then you messaged me.” 

He pounced on her then. Kissing and nipping and licking into her mouth. The heat of them was overwhelming, his words were overwhelming. And she wanted more. “You messaged me. You asked for my picture.” He spoke against her skin, kissing down her neck as his hands stroked at her core. His erection pressed against her thigh making her more desperate as she writhed underneath him. Hungry, embarrassing sounds escaped her but she couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. Her hands were too busy running through his hair, pressing him deeper into her skin as his kisses dipped lower and lower. “Then we started talking. And I already had an idea but then I learned you weren’t just sexy, weren’t just beautiful. You were so fucking smart, kind, and funny. And you didn’t let me get away with any bullshit. You’re perfect for me .” He kissed the swell of her breasts, sparing her a look before he reached behind her, dipped his fingers under the lining somehow, and ripped the base of her bra off. She was sure she made for a lewd sight, laid out before him breathing heavy, flushed, with her tits out and her bra handing off her body. “I wanted you so bad, Ochako. So fucking badly.” 

Without warning, Katsuki leaned down and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. Ochako’s moan turned to a groan as he groped the other one, and nipped at the bud in his mouth. Ochako squirmed beneath him, reeling at the feel of his teeth closing around the sensitive bud. Every suck added to the blazing heat running through her. Just as she was getting used to the treatment, threading her fingers into thick blonde hair, he switched breasts. 

He lifted his head from her chest to fix her with heated gaze. “I wanted you to be mine, Ochako.” Her core throbbed at that. At his words and his gaze. “I’m selfish. You make me selfish. I want you to be mine ,” he pressed harder against her clit, stealing every thought from her head. Which was fine. They were all about him anyway. “I think its only fair. ‘Cause I’ve been yours since the beginning.” 

The final piece clicked in place. “ Katsuki .” 

“Say it again.” 

Anything. She’d say anything to get him to move . “What?” 

His fingers left her core to tug on her panties. “Say that you’re mine.” 

He tugged harder. “I’m yours.” He tugged harder and she throbbed at what was to come. What he was promising. “I’m yours. I’ve been yours.” 

Ripppp. 

She could have come right then. 

And then he pulled away. 

Ochako blinked up at him. “Katsuki?” 

He was standing again, leaving her cold and confused. His skin was understandably flushed but his cheeks were blushing red and he was looking to the side, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Ochako sat up, thighs slick, suddenly feeling overly exposed. What had she done wrong?

She opened her mouth to ask but he stopped her. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He said.  “I-I just… fuck… I want to give you something.”

Ochako frowned. “Huh?”

“You can tell me if this is really fucking weird or makes you uncomfortable and I promise I’ll drop it but… I made you a set.” 

Oh. 

She was still confused but relieved. “There’s nothing weird about that.” Why was he so nervous to tell her that? She wondered. And she also wondered, maybe selfishly, why he was bringing this up now when she was very naked and very wet? “ You make beautiful pieces, Katsuki. I’m always honored to wear them.” She shuffled to the edge of the bed, reaching for his hands. He let her take them and squeezed, but he still wouldn’t look at her. “What’s wrong?” 

Instead of answering, he went over to his frosted black closet built into his wall. He slid it open and knelt down, pulled out a black satin box, and made his way back over to her. He handed her the box. It was big enough to cover her entire lap, giving her some cover during this strange interlude. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of this. She’d never had anything like this happened during sex.  And while she did like gifts – a lot, she was learning – she didn’t know if this was the best time to receive one. Especially if it didn’t end in an orgasm. 

But Katsuki looked so nervous as he waited for her to open it that she knew this, however weird, was probably important for him. 

So she opened the box. 

When she first started her Onlyfans she’d spent the last fifty dollars she had in her bank account on a satin pink bralette and panty set. It was a nice enough lingerie set. It held her breasts up higher than they naturally sat and the panties, while they kept riding down, ended up looking nice on camera. In a lot of ways, that set had saved her. She’d made enough money to pay her tuition. It was really the beginning for her. The beginning for her and Katsuki too. 

And the set in the box…

“This is for me ?” 

He finally looked at her. “Yes.” 

She reached into the box and lifted up the satin and mesh body suit. It was beautiful. 

The pink bra was similar to the one that she’d worn all those months ago, except it the cup seemed to be purposely cut to expose more of her cleavage than the other set. The torso was made of a thin, almost see-through material that reminded her of a wedding veil. It was soft to the touch and reminded her of some of the sets that GZ had debuted at the Howitzer Impact. A strip of satin ran down either side of the set, ending at a pair of tiny satin panties that were cut high at the butt.  

It was something different than what she’d worn back then but… 

“I’ve made a lot of sets for you but this one… made this for you after that first post. And ever since I’ve wanted to see you wear it. But more than that…” He stepped closer to her, the heat of him goose-pimpling her skin. He smelled like black honey, bergamot, and orange flower. He smelled sexy and expensive. “I wanted to dress you in it.”

That first post. All those months ago. He’d made this for her all those months ago. And then he’d designed a whole collection for her… It was hard to believe that Katsuki was real when he did things like this, when he made her feel like this. He’d called her his muse on the runway but she hadn’t realized what exactly that meant. Now she did. 

She had been right. 

This did feel like love.

Ochako smiled at him, softly.

“It’s beautiful.” She said. She grabbed the lid ready to put the gift to the side and thank him for his kindness.  “Thank you so much–”   

He stopped her as she moved to close the box. “No.” Ochako looked down at him, drowning in deep red eyes darkened by lust. “That’s for you to wear now.” 

Ochako frowned. “Now?” 

Katsuki stepped back, allowing her space to breathe. “I told you if it makes you uncomfortable…”

It was thoughtful of him but now that she knew what the weight of him felt like the space between them felt oppressive. She stopped him. “No! No, that’s not it. It’s just… “ She felt her face flush. “With the way, things were going… I thought we’d…” The concern melted off Katsuki’s face, replaced with barely concealed mirth. He was laughing at her. “ I mean I’m naked so…”

He smirked again, hands suddenly back on her hips, pulling her closer.“Oh, don’t you worry, Cheeks, you’re gonna get fucked. Check the set again.”

Soft pink satin straps.

An almost see-through pink—

“ Oh .”

The bodysuit had no crotch. 

“Yeah.” 

Ochako stood up, no longer concerned about being exposed. Not when Katsuki had once again willingly bared his soul to her. “I’ll go put it on—“

He stopped her again. “I want to dress you.”

She blinked. “You want to dress me?” Then it clicks. That time in his workroom. The look in his eyes as he helped her into her panties was darker than she’d ever seen them before. That moment had felt so intimate to her. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who had been affected. “ You want to dress me.”

Katsuki nodded.

Intimacy came in various forms. “Well, then…” She moved closer to him, holding out the set to him. “Are you gonna help me get into this thing?”

Katsuki pulled the body suit out slowly and Ochako tossed the box behind them. It was clear that whatever this was… it was important to Katsuki. It was something that he’d probably been fantasizing about for a long time. And she wasn’t about to make him feel weird for that. In fact, she was honored that he wanted this type of intimacy with her. That he wanted to be this close to her. She smiled at him, hoping to settle him. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was in this with him for as long as he wanted. He’d called her his muse but he was quickly becoming an inspiration for her too. She’d do whatever it took to make him as comfortable and confident as he made—

Then he dropped to his knees and her brain stopped. He rolled the bodysuit up until it looked like a bunched-up pair of panties and looked up at her with those dark, red eyes. Ochako swallowed, thickly. He reached out a hand. “Leg.”

She gave him her right leg. 

He grabbed her foot and guided her into the bodysuit. When she’d stepped into the first leg hole, his hand came and caressed her right calf massaging the muscle. His hands were warm and firm, his touch seductive enough to reignite the heat at her core as his hand moved slowly up to her inner thigh. She watched him, barely breathing, her core throbbing as his fingers inched back to where she was waiting for him. Then he stopped. “Left leg.” She stifled a pout and gave him her other leg. “Good girl.”

Fuck. 

She moaned. 

He looked up at her, smirking. “How do you feel?”

Like she was on fire. Somehow he’d managed to fan the flames higher by putting on her clothes than he had when he’d ripped them off. It was infuriating. And so fucking hot.

But if he stopped one more time she was liable to bite his head off. 

“Wet,” she said, hoping to see his eyes flash like they had back in the work room. 

They did. “I know.” He chuckled, darkly. His eyes focused on the apex of her thighs. Ochako watched his every move from the way his eyes appraised her to the movement of his throat as swallowed. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her. She was so wound up that even that small feeling was enough to make her shiver. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Her desire was smoldering. “You could taste me now.”

He laughed at her.

“Patience.”

She didn’t find it quite as funny. “Hurry,” she damn near hissed. “Or do I have to get myself off—oh!”

He stood abruptly, sliding the bottom of her bodysuit up her legs and landing his hands against her ass with a smack. “ Patience .” He squeezed her ass, soothing the reddened skin. Ochako moaned, wantonly. “It’s a virtue.”

There was nothing virtuous about the way he was handling her. And she had no complaints except, “If you don’t make me come soon I think I’ll actually die.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” He was evil. “Turn around for me, Cheeks.” 

She turned. “ Hurry .”

“Why?” He pulled the silk tulle up her torso, taking his time to trace the curve of her hip and placing heated kisses against the back of her neck. Ochako pressed against him, feeling him teasing against her ass. She was glad this set was crotchless otherwise it’d be ruined with how wet she was. “I told you you’re meant to be experienced in person, Ochako, but you’re also meant to be savored .”

Was he trying to kill her? “Savor me later. Fuck me now.”

“Hmmm…” His hands groped her breasts, adept fingers toying with her pert nipples. They were just in his mouth, what felt like years ago, but the attention they received now felt heightened. Everything felt heightened. His hand against her skin had her on the precipice of orgasm and his hands were touching everywhere. She didn’t think a single inch of her skin had been left untouched as he dressed her. Except, of course, where she needed him most. “But I’m enjoying you.” He brought her straps up, prompting her to slide her hands through. When she did his hands returned to her tits giving them one last appreciative squeeze before placing them in her bra. The cup was made to just about cover her nipples but what was still visible of her breasts was almost more obscene than it had been when she was topless. Her nipples pressed against satin and there was a bruise just starting to form where he’d bitten her earlier. “Almost done.” 

The last thing he did was step back from her. She didn’t move to him immediately like her body wanted, she didn’t seek out his body the way hers begged her to. She stayed still, letting him drink in the sight of her. And then, when she was close to breaking, he touched her again. A soft touch against the back of her neck. One single finger pressed against her skin and followed the line of her spine down to the dimples at her lower back, igniting every nerve ending in her body as it moves over her. She could barely breathe as he touched her then. She couldn’t hear him breathe either. They were both unusually still as if the moment could be broken, shattered completely if one of them dared breath too hard as he touch her so softly that it felt like worship. It was worship. His touch and her exposure. For what was worship if not the baring of one’s soul to the one you believe good enough to either condemn or save you? This was worship. And it was enough to make her weep. 

He pulled the sole zipper up — “Done.” — and the moment was broken. They were no longer acting as both divine and worshipper for one another, they could breathe now. And, now, the flames could burn them together. Finally. 

She was dressed. 

And now she was dripping for him. 

She turned.

He breathed in. “Beautiful.”

“Katsuki,” she stepped closer. So close that she could count each of his eyelashes if she wanted. Close enough that her lips brushed his as she begged, “please.”

He guided her back to the bed and she laid down happily. “ You look absolutely…” His knee hit the bed, making her bob as his weight joined hers. Before she knew it he was over her, legs caged in by his thighs as he looked down at her like she was prey. And he was ravenous . “You look fucking perfect. More beautiful than anyone I’ve ever fucking seen.” He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head and forcing her to arch upwards into him. Her breasts almost popped out of her bra as she did and his eyes watched them, enraptured. “And you’re mine .”

“Katsuki…”

“Say it, Ochako.” He shifted her wrists to one of his hands — his big, big hands — and traced his other down the slopes of her body. Teasing the exposed cleavage of her breasts, fingering the now pink bruise on her tit, satin strip outlining the curve of her waist, and her ass. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“And…”

And? 

She didn’t have the mental capacity to think about and! 

She just… 

She needed…

“What do you want?” He squeezed her hip again. “Tell me.”

She was one touch from exploding. 

“You, Katsuki. Fuck, please.” 

He smiled, darkly. “You already have me, Cheeks.” He leaned down and kissed her — solidly, deeply. So completely that she could feel it reverberate through her body as the separation of their lips sounded with a wet smack. She whined, her own lips desperately trying to follow after his retreating ones only to be stopped by his hands at her wrists, keeping her pinned to the bed. “What do you want?” He repeated. His eyes were dark. Bright red darkened by a contagious lust and desire. She was burning under his gaze, feverish. “ Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” 

“You,” she exhaled into the silence of his Parisian apartment. “You, please.” 

“That’s sweet. But for someone so smart… you aren’t very good at answering questions, Ochako.” His right hand released her wrist, passing it to his left to be held, and wrapped around her neck. And just rested there, loose, as their eyes locked and the breath left her body. Fuck. “Is this, okay?” He asked. 

Fuuuck. 

Ochako shook her head. “No.” She placed her hand over his, squeezing. “Tighter.” 

“Tighter?” 

“ Choke me. ”

Something electric passed in the air between them and then Bakkugou squeezed against the sides of her neck, and it passed through her like a shock. Yes. This is what she wanted. He squeezed a little tighter and she felt her head swim. The pulse at her core beat harder, more persistent until it was all she could focus on. 

“Now, as I was saying…” He watched her, greedily. “What did I ask you to do?” 

“Tell you,” she gasped, “You wanted me to tell you what I want.” 

“Exactly. That’s not hard is it?” 

“No.” 

“So let’s try again.” Katsuki loosened his hold on her, letting the air fill her lungs again. It was dizzying in the best way. “What do you want me to do to you.” 

The answer was obvious: “Fuck me, Katsuki.” She cried. “ Please .” 

“Such a good girl.” He kissed her like he believed it. Like she was a good girl. “ My good girl.” And then his weight disappeared again. But before Ochako could threaten to castrate him if he didn’t come back and fuck her, she was pulled to the edge of the bed until her legs dangle off it. Katsuki was on his knees, spreading her legs apart. His breath was warm against her exposed pussy. “I’ve wanted to do this for months .”  

The sound she made as he licked at her with the flat of her tongue was lewd. He hummed against her, the vibrations tickling her clit, and began lapping at her. His tongue was everywhere, savoring her as if he was addicted to the taste of her. Based on the sounds he made and the way he gripped her thigh hard enough to bruise… well, maybe he was. She was learning that sex with Katsuki was like everything else she knew about him. He was passionate and intense and mouthy and he loved spoiling her. He had also admitted to being greedy. And the way he ate her out was a culmination of all of that. There was passion and intensity in the way he worked her over. And he was greedy. The way he tasted her, the way his hand slid under her to hold her to his face by her ass, the way he groaned against her – that was greedy. The pleasure it gave her, however, was selfless. He spoiled her with his tongue, sucking on her clit and lapping at her until the bottom half of his face was damp. And the sight of him was quickly pushing her to the edge of her restraint, threatening to overwhelm her and flood her vision with white. She was close. She had been close and now she was toeing the edge. He seemed to notice too. Katsuki squeezed her as he pressed his face harder into her cunt. 

It was when two of his fingers slipped inside her and he scissored them that she finally fell. 

There was nothingness for a long while. Nothing but pleasure. Pleasure so all-consuming and complete that for a moment she wondered if she’d passed out. She knews she hadn’t though because she could still feel Katsuki’s fingers on her skin, she could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her through the aftershocks of her orgasm and she could see him after a few moments when her vision returned. 

Him and his shit-eating grin. “Good, huh?” He kissed her neck. Her leg was still twitching to the same beat as her clit. Asshole. “You good?”

“Don’t ask me to stroke your ego, right now.” She pulled him in close, wrapping her legs around his torso. “Just fuck me. Please.”

“You’re awfully sweet after an orgasm aren’t you?” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Her hair was sticking to her skin and the satin of the bodysuit stuck to her skin. She was damp with sweat but he didn’t seem put off by it. It was his fault anyway… he’d really made her work for that orgasm. 

She hummed. Her whole body was relaxed. “Would you take your clothes off?” How he was still clothed she’d never know. But she didn’t like it. That needed to be remedied immediately. “Please?”

He chuckled. “Sure thing, baby.” 

He stood at the door of the bed and reached for the bottom of his shirt while she watched. Katsuki might have had a thing for helping her out on her clothes but Ochako was particularly partial to watching him take off his. She drank in each inch of muscled skin he revealed as he shucked off his shirt. She’d like it on him earlier but now she understood that it belonged on the ground. The fact that it had covered up his beautiful, sculpted torso was a crime. She was going to burn that shirt. Maybe she’d burn all his shirts—

He pulled down his sweats and boxers all in one swift move.

Ochako blinked.

She’d known he was big. 

She’d seen his cock before. Many times. 

But…

Fuck.

Fuuuuck.

“Oh.” The camera really didn’t do him justice. “Wow.”

It was thick, long, and hard. It tilted slightly to the right in what was now a familiar slant. She’d wondered, every time she’d seen it if he’d hit her spot easier with that angle. She thought he would. She hoped he would. Fuck. She needed to get a better camera phone because in person his cock was veiny. Veiny and red and weeping for her.  Fuuuuck. She wanted it in her mouth.

She reached for him.

He stopped her. “Later.” He stroked his hard length, shamelessly. Ochako’s eyes followed the motion of his hands enviously. Later? “If I don’t fuck you now I think I might actually fucking die.”

The tension in the air was thick with anticipation and lust but Ochako poured regardless. “But I want to taste you.” She moaned. Katsuki’s eyes widened and she watched as his cock twitched at her words. “ Reciprocation. Remember?”

He moved faster than her eyes could follow. He was on top of her, the weight of him back on her and his cock rubbing against her pussy with no barrier. She could feel all of him. His warmth. His head caught against her entrance as he moved. The ridges and veins of his shaft. “Later.” He kissed her. “I’m not planning to give you up any time soon, Ochako. Okay? We’ll have later.” A particularly hard grind had him pressing against her sensitive clit and she groaned. “Later you can taste me. You can do whatever you want with me. I’ll fuck your pretty little mouth for as long as you want, as long as you can take it. But right now, if I don’t fuck you…”

Another thrust. “Fuck me.” She cried. It felt so good. Fuck it felt good. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him for real. She needed him inside. “Please. Fuck. Please, Katsuki!”

That seemed to be all the prompting Katsuki needed. He reached between their bodies, eyes locked on her wet cunt and his thighs both glistening with her slick, and rubbed the head of his cock against her. Ochako groaned, eyes sliding shut and her back arching with anticipation and pleasure. His other hand was everywhere as she started grinding back against him, hoping to convince him to hurry the fuck up. He squeezed her hip, pulled her breast from the cups of her bra, and rested his hand against her stomach on a particularly hard grind. And then finally, he reached the column of her neck, squeezing just like he'd done earlier. “You want me?” He asked, voice breathy. 

Ochako opened her eyes to find him looking straight at her, red eyes open and vulnerable. He looked beautiful. Now, she was the more clothed one and he was naked. His skin was flushed and there was a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin in the lights of his bedroom. Having him like this was intoxicating. He was beautiful. The definition of the word. “Yes,” she sighed. “I want you more than anything, Katsuki. I’ve wanted you for so long.” Maybe they were more similar than they thought. Maybe he needed to hear her say it just like she needed. Maybe they had both been waiting on someone to be willing to take all of them as they were, insecurities and all, and give their all in return. Maybe they both needed a little spoiling. “Do you want me?” 

Katsuki smiled. 

The head of his cock bumped against her entrance again but this time he held it there, teasing her with the tip. That was enough to force her eyes shut again, to send white-hot pleasure through her veins. She was so close again so soon after her last orgasm. It wouldn't take much to get her to dive off that precipice again. “I want you, Ochako.” He pressed against her entrance, pushing past the slight resistance and sharpening the pleasure for both of them. Ochako opened her mouth for another moan and Katsuki thrust forward, finally sinking into her warm heat. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, yes. I want you.”  

She felt him like lightning to the gut. Her walls pulsed around him, testing the feel of him, the rising pressure, buried inside of her. Pleasure licked her like flames. The heat that had been building between the two of them scorched her now. It burned away her insecurities, her anxieties, her senses. Everything. Until all that existed was the two of them together, intimately connected turning heat into blinding pleasure. "Katsuki. Fuck… Do you… Fuck…"He hadn’t even moved yet and she was babbling, trying to get him to understand. What? She didn’t even know but she knew that something had shifted now that they were together this intimately. She needed him to be in that with her. She need him to know that she already knew she needed this again and it hadn’t even fully started yet. “Katsuki. Katsuki, Katsuki. Fuck.” 

"Finally." Katsuki breathed.

Finally. 

That was it. 

Finally. 

She needed him to move. 

Now.

“Move,” Ochako pulled him down, burying her face in his shoulder. She kissed his neck. “Please move.” 

“Anything you want.” He pulled out until only the head of his cock connected them and then thrust into her with one harsh snap of his hips. Ochako cried out as he nudged against her walls, brushing against some spot deep inside her that sparked pleasure through all her nerves. “I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll fuck you however you want. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Katsuki repeated his motion again and again pulling ungodly sounds from Ochako. The pleasure was white hot adding to the heat between them and stealing all the oxygen from her lungs. Her head was swimming even more as Katsuki stole her lips in a demanding kiss. “Anything.” He moaned against her lips. “Anything you want.” 

Ochako had always prided herself on not needing much. She wasn’t high maintenance. She could find joy in the most mundane of things. She didn’t need money or luxury items or designer goods.  She was happily self-sufficient. Happy to live within her means. 

But somewhere along, while she wasn’t looking, that must have changed because when Katsuki offered her anything she knew he meant it and she wanted it. She wanted anything and everything he would give. She wanted him to design expensive lingerie for her just to rip it off. She wanted to have fancy dinners with him at exclusive restaurants around the world. She wanted him to spoil her. But she wanted even more than that. She wanted his smile, his real, rare genuine one. She wanted to make him laugh until he was gasping for breath. She wanted him to look at her with that heat for the rest of her life. She wanted him. All of him. She wasn’t just a brat… she was a greedy brat. Gluttonous for this man she was pretty sure she was in love with. 

“You,” She breathed. “I want you.” Her hands ran up his back. She wanted him closer, wanted to pull him in deeper. “I want you, Katsuki.” 

“You have me.” His pace quickened. "You're so fucking perfect." She felt his hips snap against her as he fucked into her faster. Her cries echoed each thrust as her climax got closer and closer. She scratched against him harder, marking him so he would remember long after they finished that she’d been underneath him. That he was hers now. She gave over to the possessive thoughts with ease. He was hers. She wanted him. And he said he’d give her whatever she wanted. She’d have him. "Your face, your tits, your ass. Your fucking body. I’ll never stop wanting you.” His lustful praise fell over her like ambrosia, breathing life into her. All the better because she knew he meant it. “You’re perfect. So perfect for me. So smart, so kind. So perfect. So good .” His pace changed again. A sporadic mix of grinds, thrusts, and strokes as the pleasure started to finally take him. She could feel him twitch and pulse as he fucked her. He was close. Ochako swiveled her hips. She wanted him to come for her. To give himself over to her. She’d join him. She wasn’t far behind. He groaned at her movement, a guttural sound that must have come from the depths of his soul. “I'm so close. Fuck. Tell me what you need."

"Come. Come inside me.” 

He hid his face against her neck as he came. She followed after, the sensation of him emptying himself inside her and the sound of his guttural groan pushed her over the edge. A soft pleasure washed over her as pleasure overtook her, the weight of Katsuki grounding her in it. Her climax was like the warmth of a crackling fire this time – not the blazing inferno of the last one – but Katsuki was muttering praise into her ear and she strokes his back as he comes down from his own high. Both kinds were fantastic. But this warm, soft closeness felt like more. It felt like love.  And that is, in ways, she doesn’t dare breathe into the air yet, much more fulfilling.

They stayed like that for a long while. Katsuki’s breath against her skin as he whispered. And Ochako underneath him, touching and caressing every part of him she could reach. They're both breathing heavily as they lay there naked on his bed, sweaty and spent. But neither of them moves. This warmth was nice. It was pretty perfect, actually. Katsuki’s chest presses against her with his every breath. She can feel his heart beat against her. 

And she doesn’t think any amount of video chats or phone calls or thirst traps could compete with the feeling of that.  

Katsuki was the one who broke the silence first. He laughed into her skin with a snort. “Hanta told me your friend thinks Hôtel de Crillon is the perfect place to fuck your wife.” 

“I don’t know where she got that from,” her reply was slow and sleepy. Her body was too relaxed to summon up any real embarrassment at the mention of Mina’s antics. She didn’t have the energy for anything really other than laying here with Katsuki. Hmmm. Looks like Mina could have both rooms if she wanted. “I’ve never s–” 

“She’s clearly never been to Italy.” Katsuki kissed her again, stealing the last of her thoughts from her head. He pulled back, eyes ablaze as he traced the curve of her side with his index finger. “What do you say, Cheeks,” he said, “you ever wanted to visit the Amalfi Coast?” Ochako purred as he kissed the column of her neck. On second thought, maybe she did have some energy left. Enough for him. She’d go anywhere with him. “Now that’s where you’d fuck your wife.”