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It wasn’t often the girls formerly of class 1A had the chance to get together to hang out, but with the surprising lack of large-scale criminal activity this month, the heroes seized the opportunity to drink wine and catch up in person. With Momo’s large townhouse offering the best seating, Ochako, Tsuyu, Jirou, Mina, Hagakure gathered, bottles and snacks in tow.
“Boy, I really needed a girls night in!” Mina said, sinking further into the plush couch. “I hate all these petty crimes-- the paperwork is so tedious! What I need is a big attack to shake things up!”
Momo tutted into her wine glass. “Mina, you’re not seriously wishing for a large attack, are you?”
Mina giggled into her drink, her pink cheeks turning a fuchsia. “No, obviously I’m kidding! I’m just bored. Maybe what I really need is a good fuck!”
The girls all laughed and nodded in agreement-- afterall, who would be opposed to that?
A whine came from Toru as she tipped more Sauvignon Blanc into her glass. “It’s been forever since I’ve been properly fucked! It’s like I’m invisible or something!”
A sympathetic chorus of “no!” and “you’re beautiful” rang out, but no one really addressed the transparent elephant in the room.
“See that’s why I do miss big fights! Ejirou would get so fired up after a good fight-- we wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom sometimes!” Mina exclaimed, wine sloshing dangerously within her glass.
“You do have a point...” Ochako said, trying to remember the last time she and Izuku had had less love making and more, well, fucking . Her already pink cheeks flushed hotly at the thought.
Kyoka scoffed, waving their concerns away. “Make-up sex is just as good as winning a fight sex.”
The nods and voices of agreement threw Ochako off. There’s no way it could be that good, could it? She hated fighting with Izuku!
“Come to think of it, that’s actually some of the best sex we’ve had,” Momo added. “Shoto and I can be a little conservative with our emotions,” she pointedly ignored Mina and Jirou’s exaggerated shocked gasps. “It just feels a lot more raw after you’re both running a little hot.”
Ochako furrowed her brow slightly as the girls continued to swap stories about how great make-up sex was; even Tsuyu had a few stories! Tipping back the rest of her wine, she decided she had to speak up. “Izuku and I have had plenty of quote, unquote “hot, passionate sex.” How is make-up sex really that different?”
The girls were silent for a moment, staring in disbelief at their friend before erupting into the many reasons why make-up sex was a totally different plane of sex existance. Ochako was shocked, not even noticing the empty wine glass floating out of her hand until Tsu nudged it back into her direction.
“Seriously, Ochako, you have to try it at least once in your life,” Jirou said. “I honestly think Denki purposely tries to rile me up just so we can do it.”
Before anyone could respond they heard the door open and shut, followed by Todoroki walking in. “I’m home. Midoriya is...in the.. car...” He trailed off, taking in the multiple empty bottles of wine. “Well, I guess girl’s night in was a lot more fun than guy’s night out.” He dodged a pillow thrown by Toru.
“I assume something happened since you’re back so early?” Ochako asked, texting Deku to let him know she would be down in a moment.
“Bakugo got into a fight with the chef at the restaurant over his food not being spicy enough,” he shrugged. “We were asked to leave and grabbed some food and drinks at an izakaya instead.”
Nobody was surprised. Ochako bid her friends farewell and left to join Deku in the cab back to their apartment. She smiled as he stepped out of the vehicle to let her in, pressing her lips against his quickly before she slid into the seat. Between the wine and all the talk about sex, both her body and head buzzed as she sat next to him, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of her hand. She almost felt bad that she was paying more attention to his lips than the words coming out of them. Almost. Thankfully their ride was a quick one.
Back in their apartment, Izuku laughed at Ochako’s wine stained lips as she sprawled out on their bed. She retailed by dragging him down to kiss her, pleased at his willingness to play along. She could taste the beer and whatever salty food they had eaten on his lips, a stark contrast to the sweet wine and desserts she had consumed. Their practiced movements lazily followed this well-practiced dance; clothes slipped off, hands stroking skin, mouths pressed together.
He moved within her deep and rhythmically, bodies pressed together as closely as possible. Ochako was so wrapped up in the moment that she had completely forgotten the girls’ earlier conversation until Izuku accidentally pulled her hair. She had barely gasped, but Izuku already stopped and pulled away as far as her legs wrapped around him would allow him to look at her, his face apologetic. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
She must have taken too long to respond because his face crumpled further. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Ochako?”
She giggled, shaking her head slightly. “I’m fine, Deku!” He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled into his kiss, continuing where he left off, unaware that her mind had drifted off to what could be. Rough, chasing pleasure, make-up sex. Maybe it was something to try… Her thoughts quickly changed back to the present moment as Izuku moved her legs over her shoulder and moved faster, hitting that spot within her they both knew made Ochako’s body quiver.
“Fu— Deku !” Ochako cried. Her fingers gripped his forearms tightly and Izuku moaned at the way she tightened around him. Gruff curses escaped his mouth as his movements became erratic, but before he could reach his end, he quickly slid her legs off his shoulders so he could sloppily kiss her as he finished. They stayed that way for a moment, heavy pants and aftershocks of pleasure coursing through their bodies, until Izuku finally pulled out and fell to the side next to her. She blindly reached out for him, smiling at his chuckle before he scooted over to rest her head on his still pounding chest. In her fuzzy post-climax brain she thought nothing was better than this.
The next morning Ochako awoke refreshed and pleasantly sore. She could hear Izuku making breakfast in the kitchen, the scent of miso soup and fish drifting into the bedroom. She slipped on an old nightgown and padded into the kitchen, appreciating the wide, muscular back of her husband cooking food.
“Morning,” she yawned, slipping into a chair.
“Can I get you anything? I put some of those cans of coffee you like in the fridge,” he said, smiling over his shoulder, expecting her excited exclaim. She immediately danced over to the fridge and pulled out two cans, taking a moment to look at the chores calendar they had on the fridge.
The chore calendar had been her idea when they first moved in, something her working parents had established to ensure no one was taking all the burden of housework. She noted that it was her turn to do the laundry this week. That wouldn’t be a problem!
She turned around to give him a coffee and was struck by how attractive he was. Being stunned by her handsome, athletic, kindhearted husband was nothing new— especially when he was laying out breakfast— but she felt a warm stirring in her belly that surprised her. Last night felt really good, but what about make-up sex? Jirou’s comment about Kaminari pushing buttons came to mind; perhaps laundry duty could be an opening…
“You have to go in for paperwork today, right?” she asked casually while serving him a bowl of rice, her plan formulating.
“Yeah, unfortunately. I need to stop letting it pile up,” he said, accepting the bowl of rice and coffee from her. “It shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours, though. What are you planning on doing?”
Ochako felt herself grinning, feeling slightly devious. “Oh, nothing much, probably talk to my mom and do the laundry.” Oh she’ll do the laundry all right— after she did him.
They ate, talked and cleaned up. Izuku left and Ochako showered, planning out how their fight could go. How would she segue into sex? Maybe she should look it up…
A few hours went by and Ochako started to feel anxious about not doing the laundry. This was stupid! Sex isn’t worth intentionally making your husband mad! She started to gather the dirty laundry together to wash when she heard the door open.
“I’m home! Ochako?”
Shit!!
Before she could move, Izuku entered the bedroom, both of his costume cases in hand. She felt her heart pounding as he took in the dirty laundry barely separated into lights and darks. Fight or flight? Fight or flight?! She opened her mouth, not sure if she should apologize or antagonize, but Izuku beat her to the punch.
“Oh thank goodness you didn’t do the laundry yet!”
Her mouth still hung open. That was not the response she was expecting. “Huh?”
“I didn’t realize my main and spare costume were so dirty. They reek! Good thing I didn’t have patrol this weekend! I’ll do the laundry. Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed at how bad they smell so I'm okay with doing laundry this week and next week!” He picked up the laundry baskets and kissed her cheek before heading to the washing machine, happily whistling a tune.
It was crisis averted… but also Ochako felt a little bummed. Well, maybe there will be another opportunity soon.
Another opportunity did present itself later next week. Work has been pretty hectic lately. The small crimes were still causing extra tedious work, but Izuku had the added bonus of doing sidekick job training, which was as emotionally draining as it was physical. A small factory explosion had taken a lot Ochako’s time to sort out, but thankfully it was finally resolved and she could enjoy a long evening relaxing with Izuku. Or so she thought, until she got a phone call from him.
“Heeey, sweetie!” She knew that tone. The I-might-be-home-late-sorry-something-came-up tone.
“You’re going to be late.”
What—how—I.. yeah. Sorry!! I shouldn’t be too late though! One of the sidekicks at the agency took a nasty fall so I want to make sure they get home safe after we take them to the hospital.”
Ochako sighed. She couldn’t fault him for always being Plus Ultra about everything— it was one of the things she loved best about him. “Alright, I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Love you!”
“Love you, too!”
Opening the door to their apartment, she toed off her shoes and headed to the kitchen to see what to make for dinner, but stopped herself once she got to the fridge. Why should she make dinner? She was tired and now he was coming home late? Forget that! She opened a beer and instead walked to the bathroom to soak in the tub.
True to his word, he wasn’t too late. She heard his heavy shoes clunk against the wall and turned up the television.
“Sorry again I’m late. I’m exhausted! Did you make dinner?”
“No,” she clipped.
“Oh, I just thought, you know, since you were—“
“Since what? Since I got home first, my job is easier or something?” She felt the stirrings of anger and lust in her belly. This was it! A fight! And then make-up sex!
“Oh my god, no! Absolutely not!” Izuku exclaimed. He rushed over to her side and grabbed her hand. “I would never think that!”
Ochako’s eyes widened in shock as he continued with his fervent apologies. “I’ve been so completely absorbed in my own stuff and that’s not fair to you. I’m being inconsiderate, that huge factory explosion must have taken so much out of you!”
“It wasn’t that big… I could have made—“
“Let’s get take-out tonight. We can get food from that one place you like, the one that gives out free mochi. Can I draw you a bath?”
Ochako’s face flushed with both embarrassment and also overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. She was supposed to be mad but instead now she felt smothered by his love and a little guilty for not making dinner or running him a bath. “No.. I already took one. You go ahead, I’ll order the food.”
Izuku kissed her lightly and tucked some hair behind her ear. The slight smile he gave her— like she was the greatest thing in the world— made her stomach fill with butterflies. Damn his sexy kindness! “I’m sorry again if you felt ignored. I love you.”
Well clearly there was not going to be make-up sex tonight, but Ochako was definitely going to be riding that considerate piece of ass and really, she couldn’t be mad about that. She shrugged it off and picked up her phone to order dinner. There will always be another chance. Make-up sex is fleeting, but mochi? Mochi is forever.
Two weeks later and things had been going great. Really, really great. No fights, no quarrels. Just a fine tuned machine powered by love and understanding. Ochako needed to pull out the big guns if she was going to press Izuku’s buttons.
She glanced around the living and spotted the many All Might figurines decorating the shelves. The All Might blanket folded neatly in the basket. The All Might slippers Izuku wore inside the house. Touching Deku’s priceless objects was too far, she couldn’t do it!
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
She moved the All Might blanket to the bottom of the pile. Good. Truthfully, she hated how it’s head was folded out; she felt like it was looking at her whenever they made out on the couch. Next the slippers— she decided to wash them (gotta balance out the karma) but that left them wet and out of commission until at least tomorrow evening. Finally she glanced at the figurines staring at her, their glossy black eyes judging her for messing with Izuku’s merchandise. Her face flushed, feeling silly for getting so nervous about moving some of Izuku’s prized possessions.
In the end she only managed to move three All Might funko pops, placing them in Izuku’s study where the majority of his collection lived, her guilt too great.
She sat on the couch to read, but her eyes could barely take in the words. Unexpectedly she heard Izuku come home early from running his errands.
“I’m home! There was a sale on watermelon so I picked… one up.” His smile faded as he stared into the living room, first to where his slippers usually lied. Next he looked over to the blankets, eyes furrowing when he saw the lack of All Might’s face from the basket in the corner. He placed the watermelon on the kitchen counter and walked back into the room, looking at the exact location where she had moved the funko pops.
Ochako was sweating, nervous bullets pouring down her back as the silence grew. She hoped that the book in her hands wasn’t shaking! This was a terrible idea!!
“Ochako?” Izuku asked, his voice nearly devoid of all emotion.
She gulped. “Yes?”
“Did you move some of my All Might things?” His back was still turned to her, his body language giving nothing away as to how he was feeling.
“...yes,” she croaked.
She nearly dropped her book when she saw his shoulders crumple in defeat. He whipped around to face her, his expression full of remorse. “I knew it! It was too much for you! Obviously you don’t have All Might all over the apartment!”
“Izuku, I—“
“I’ll move the rest! You shouldn’t be forced to put up with such an otaku!” He bowed his head deeply, body starting to creep down into a kneel.
Ochako furiously shook her head. “No! It’s fine, really! I just washed your slippers, they’re not gone. And the rest I just was trying to find the best location to.. to.. better highlight what’s here! We can move them back.”
“And the blanket?”
She blinked in disbelief. “What?”
“The All Might blanket, where’s is it?”
Ochako nervously giggled. “I kind of moved that to the bottom of the blanket pile. I kind of felt like it was staring at me...” Her cheeks felt hot and any thoughts of trying to provoke his anger were completely extinguished.
Izuku breathed a weary sigh. He still looked unsure and nervous, but sat down next to her. Ochako put her book down on the coffee table and snuggled up against him, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Do you want to watch some hero documentaries on YouTube?”
“Kind of,” he mumbled. “Thank you for washing my slippers.”
“Oh, don’t thank me. It was nothing. Really...”
The funny thing about trying is that sometimes you can try too hard. After the All Might meltdown, Ochako decided that trying to force make-up sex wasn’t going to happen. She had all but forgotten about it, figuring it just wasn’t in their future.
Ochako and Izuku were taking a walk around the neighborhood, enjoying their day off, when suddenly they heard the explosion. Smoke billows from the nearby shopping complex a few blocks away. They rushed to the scene, the chaos from civilians rushing from the area at first distracting them from the villain stomping through the plaza. Instantly they rushed in, getting quickly briefed by the heroes already on the scene.
Deku worked hard in containing the wild beast while Ochako rushed to lift large rubble to free trapped shoppers. It was while lifting a massive piece of rubble that she noticed the black inky tentacle, different from the ones that were thrashing the buildings and heroes, leading to where the fountain previously had been. It pulsated as it absorbed the oddly purple water. A large hit from Deku shifted the monster’s hold on the water and she noticed it shrink before quickly adjusting to touch the water again. That was it! They needed that creature up and off the ground now!
She sprinted past Deku, ignoring his shouts to stop, and dodged the flurry of tentacles to get a firm hold. She paid no attention to anything other than her goal, her body acting on autopilot. One, two, three dodges, she dove towards its belly to get a good grip before forcing her quirk into double-time, lifting it into the air before it could make contact with the water source. It quickly began to shrink and scream until one of the heroes contained it with their quirk.
“Wow, that was some fast acting, Uravity!” one of the heroes shouted. Some of the others patted her on the back while she blushed and laughed them off. She turned around to look at Izuku, shocked by the anger she saw. Why on earth was he mad…?
“Deku! Uravity!” They both looked towards the voice, surprised to see Detective Tsukauchi. “We were lucky to have you on the scene today! We’ve been tracking this villain for weeks. Apparently he and his underlings have been slipping a new quirk-enhancing drug into the fountain here. We think it’s related to all the increase in petty theft that’s been happening the last few weeks. We were able to apprehend some of the criminals during the fighting. ”
“I see. We'll look into the reports at the agency to to confirm your theory. Detective Tsukauchi, would you mind sharing what you and your team have already dug up?” Ochako was taken aback at the no-nonsense and cold tone of Izuku’s voice; normally he would be relieved, excited even, to hear progress being made in catching bad guys.
“Of course. I’ll get it to you by Monday.” He turned to address Ochako. “And Uravity, that was really impressive maneuvering out there. When that one tentacle came that close-- damn! I almost had to closed my eyes!”
She laughed politely, understanding more why Deku was so upset. But really, she was fine! The way Izuku clenched his jaw while politely saying good bye to everyone irked her.
Their walk home was silent, both of them quietly stewing in anger, refusing to look at each other. Even in the elevator, they stood on opposite ends, staring straight ahead while the tension between them grew. Only with the door to their apartment closed did finally confront her.
“Ochako, what the hell was that??”
Her shock at the volume of his angry tone quickly morphed to anger. Her hands landed on her hips as she turned to face him. “What are you talking about? I stopped the attack! ”
“What kind of plan was that! It was completely reckless! No one knew what the hell you were trying to do!”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, I think you forgot that I'm a professional hero.”
“Oh yeah, real professional! Just rushing in, no back-up at all! Do you even realize how close that tentacle got to taking off your head? What were you thinking?? Did you want to get killed?” His voice stayed loud despite closing the distance between them.
“Ha! That’s rich coming from you! You’re the one who always manages to be right in the thick of the most dangerous attacks. Remind me again of how many times you’ve been hospitalized for your brilliant, well-thought-out plans!” Her voice rising to match his, heart pounded with fury. She stood her ground as she definitely looked up at him.
His eyes squinted into slits, his cheeks so red she could barely see his freckles. “Excuse me?” he seethed.
“You heard me. You’re not the only one who is allowed to run into danger to do their job. Am I supposed to just wait around until you can save the day, Mr. Hero? What kind of double standard is that?”
He gripped his hair in frustration and a growl tore through his throat. “That’s not what I’m saying, Ochako, and you know that! You’re putting words in my mouth!”
“How am I supposed to take it then? You do stuff like this all the fucking time!” She stomped her foot like a petulant child, uncaring of how juvenile it was. This was stupid! So stupid! She had stopped the villain, why was that a bad thing?
“Goddamnit! I don’t want to see you get hurt!”
“I know how to take care of myself!” She could see angry tears pooling in his eyes and it was only then that she felt the hot tracks of her own tears leaking down her cheeks.
He gripped her shoulders like he was imploring her to listen to reason. “I know you can! But that doesn’t mean I have to look forward to seeing you in danger! I want you to be safe, for fuck’s sake! You’re the most important thing to me!”
“Well, how do you think I feel? This is exactly how I’ve felt ever since we were in high school?!”
They stood there glaring at one another, chests rising and falling from all the yelling. She wasn’t sure who made the first move, but suddenly they were kissing. If you could call it “kissing,” that is; devouring each other might have been more appropriate.
They tumbled backwards onto the couch, hands fiercely gripping whatever they could find— clothes, shoulders, waist, hair. Izuku bit her lip harder than he ever had before, eliciting a needy gasp from Ochako, before running his teeth down her neck. She shivered at the contact, goosebumps breaking out along her body and her legs automatically wrapped around his hips as they settled onto the cushions below. Their breaths came out hard and furious, still upset about the fight but overwhelmed by the sudden need to be physical. Anger, love, fear, frustration— all these conflicting emotions crashed within their bodies, the only outlet through actions.
Ochako’s shaky hands made quick work of his shirt, tugging the article off like it was on fire. As Izuku resumed making her squirm with his teasing kisses, she smoothed her palms up and down his muscular torso and arms, old scars serving as a rough contrast to the rest of his soft skin, reminders of close calls. Close calls are what started this fight, she remembered with a twinge of annoyance. Heat laced anger coursed through her body; she needed more than just rough kisses or love bites and Ochako was done waiting.
Putting her martial arts skills to use, she flipped the unsuspecting man to his back and smirked at his surprised face, proud that she could catch him so off guard. Before he could properly react, she whipped off her sweatshirt and sports bra and used the opportunity to rake her nails up and down his chest as she leaned in closer to him. The shock instantly melted from his face, eyes screwing up in pleasure-pain; Ochako felt the heat from his small gasp against her cheek as she purposely flicked his nipple, its soft noise sending a jolt straight to her core. She attacked his jaw and neck, paying him back for his earlier teasing, enjoying hearing her name whispered in such breathy whispers.
Izuku roughly grabbed her ass and pulled her along the front of his shorts, not bothering to hide his desperation for more. She could easily feel him through his worn-out cargo shorts, already hard and ready. They rocked into each other, back and forth, the rough drag providing only a small relief for Ochako. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of her athletic shorts and panties, roughly dragging them down as far as spread legs would allow. She involuntarily tensed when the cold air hit the wet heat of her center (Holy Detroit Smash when did she get so wet?! ) but before she could say anything, his greedy mouth was already on her.
Busy hands and bodies shuffled and turned as they tried to try to remove their pants without moving positions, too preoccupied to pay attention to how close to the edge they were. A small shift and they both crash to the group with a yelp, poor Ochako’s body acting as a cushion for Izuku’s fall. She shoved him away and rolled over on her belly.
Deku pushed the coffee table away with a groan and kicked off his shorts before he sat up on his knees, removing Ochako’s bottoms from where they had wrapped around her ankles. “Why didn’t you use your quirk?”
Ochako glared at him from over her shoulder. “My quirk??” An acute pang of annoyance shot through her— she didn’t even want to look at him. She whipped her head back to rest her cheek on her arms, ignoring his hands on her thighs, barely noticing how they were pushing her up on her knees. “You know, you really have some nerve to say that to me when you could have just as easil- ah! ”
Her retort was cut off with the swipe of his tongue against her clit. She clawed the rug beneath her, arching her back to better angle herself against his mouth, the heat in her body rising. She felt desperate and uncaring of how wanton she probably looked, not that anyone could see her right now, Izuku certainly couldn’t. Hot tendrils of pleasure snaked along her body as he tasted her, devouring her like a ripe and juicy peach. Too quickly for her liking, he pulled away and she once again peeked over her shoulder, hair somewhat obstructing her view, to see why he had stopped. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shuffled closer, hand pumping his cock as he took in the sight before him. His gaze had a certain hunger and she knew her face mirrored his as she trailed her eyes up his defined body, eyes lingering at the scarred hand pumping his thick length. She turned away just in time to miss him raising his hand, bringing it down to slap her ass.
“Deku!” she cried out, the slap sounding much stronger than the actual sting. It shocked Ochako that she didn’t hate it (something to explore another time) but she was done with teasing. She wanted him now.
“Sorry,” he said without remorse, stroking the affected area. “I’m gonna,” he trailed off with a slight hitch in his breath, unable to finish his sentence as he traced the head of his erection against her, slipping in just ever so slightly.
Ochako needily pushed against him, her frustration growing with every millisecond spent without him fucking her. “Damnit, Deku, come on!”
Both of them inhaled sharply as he slid inside her, steadily stretching and filling her up until he bottomed out. Almost immediately Izuku grabbed her hips and bounced her on his dick, hard and taking. She cursed, each rough thrust sending shockwaves throughout her body causing her arms and legs to already shake from the intensity.
She closed her eyes and buried her face in her arms, somewhat overwhelmed by how different it felt. It was good (so good ) but it was rougher, less careful than normal as he fucked into her. Still upset about their fight, the roughness was exactly what she needed to get the resentful feelings out of her system. Normally when she was frustrated she worked out— she should have been fucking Izuku instead.
She pushed back against his thrusts, eliciting a guttural moan from Izuku and he dug his nails into the flesh of her skin. She moved faster against him, the wet slapping of their skin growing louder, second only their harsh pants and moans. She vaguely questioned whether they were being too loud when suddenly Izuku shifted his position, leaning down to lay his body against her. One of his hands fiercely grasped her hair, the other one holding onto her shoulder while he bucked into her wildly, his desperate breaths and mumbled praises playing hotly against her ear. All thoughts vanished from Ochako, the only thing she could do was feel the rising crescendo building higher and higher with each push of his hips until finally, finally, it peaked in a flash of hot pleasure. Ochako cried out trembling against him, heart feeling like it was going to explode out of her chest. He followed her almost immediately, voice breaking as he groaned, finishing inside her with a few shallow thrusts.
She gasped for air as her body continued to shake, unable to keep the stupid grin off her face. “Holy shit, Deku.”
She felt him panting against her neck, breathing like he had just run a marathon. “Yeah,” was all he could manage. He started to press small kisses along her shoulders and nuzzle his face into her neck as he came down from the high. While his weight was somewhat suffocating, she allowed herself to bask in the post-orgasm affection, reaching her hand up to pet his messy hair. Scratch that. Messy and sweaty hair.
As if sensing her discomfort, he pulled out and moved to her side, spooning her from behind. Ochako took a deep breath and winced at the stiffness in her back and the burning sensation on her knees. Having rough sex on the carpet of your living room was not, in retrospect, the best location. Having rough make-up sex in general? The girls were completely right about that.
“I love you very much,” Izuku said, his voice low and thick with emotion, as he buried his face in her hair, pulling her tight against his chest. “I’m sorry I overreacted. I really am proud of you. You’re an amazing hero and I don’t want you to ever think I doubt your abilities.”
Ochako’s eyes burned and she grabbed his hand, pulling it close to her mouth to press a kiss on his knuckles. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean all that,” she whispered. “I got too defensive and said some mean things. I love you so much.”
They laid there for a while, silently enjoying the afterglow, until they couldn’t stand the chill and sticky fluids drying on their body. After a shower, they lounged in the bath, Ochako resting on Izuku's chest as they chatted about nothing, both tip-toeing around what happened this afternoon. Izuku was the first to bring it up.
“So that was kind of different from normal, huh?” Izuku casually, scratching his chin. “Not that I’m complaining! But it wasn’t too, uh, rough was it?”
Ochako’s cheeks blushed and she giggled slightly. “It was different, but I didn’t mind it….”
“Good. That’s good. I, uh, didn’t mind it either. I wouldn't mind trying something like that again, but without the huge fight beforehand.”
She turned around to face him, her face smiling, and he wrapped his arms around her, returning her large grin. “Definitely! But next time, let’s find somewhere that won’t leave rug burns!”
“Deal!” They laughed and relaxed into comfortable silence until Ochako thought back to the make-up sex attempts from before. She had to come clean. She looked up to see him resting his eyes, a look of total calm on his face. Guilt twisted her stomach.
“Hey, Izuku?”
His eyes opened a crack and he smiled sleepily at her. “Hmm?”
“I have something to tell you. Last couple of weeks, I was trying to make you angry. On purpose.”
He shifted to sit up more and cocked his head to the side, confusion written all over his scrunched face. “What do you mean?”
She sat up to face him properly, shame weighing heavily on her. “The girls were saying how make-up sex was, like, so great, so I wanted us to fight and then do it! The laundry, that time with dinner, moving you All Might stuff--”
“Oh thank god!” he exclaimed, cutting off her explanation. It was her turn to be confused. He laughed at the disbelief coloring her face. “ Sorry! It’s just, I thought I had been annoying you with my All Might stuff! I felt really guilty!"
It was Ochako’s turn to laugh this time. She splashed water at the man in front of her, who of course, retaliated. Ochako shrieked and jumped out of the tub to grab her towel and run to the bedroom, Izuku hot on her trail. He scooped her up and dropped her on the bed, peppering her face with ticklish kisses until she kicked him away.
He leaned on his head on his hand, gazing down at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. “So was make-up sex as good as they said it was?”
Ochako bit back a smile and hummed as she considered his question. “Hmm, well I suppose it did rank pretty high up there…”
“Better than birthday sex?”
“Honestly? It might be.”
He playfully gasped in shocked and leaned over to kiss down her neck, stopping at her clavicle so he could peek up at her. “Better than saving-the-day-sex? Or I’m-so-glad-you’re-alive-sex?”
Ochako smiled broadly, enjoying the game he was playing. “I don’t know! We might have to do some comparison studies!”
He kissed the center of her chest and opened her towel, moving down lower and lower as he continued his questioning.
“You know?”
Kiss.
“You did just save the day.”
Kiss.
“And I’m alive.”
Kiss .
“And you’re alive.”
Kiss.
“Which I’m very grateful for.”
He stopped just below her belly button, looking up at her. His pink cheeks and boyish grin make her heart pound excitedly in her chest as she gingerly opened her legs to him, already anticipating his next question. “Think we should test this theory out now?”
“Yes!”
Kiss.