Hot-Headed (Now also a podfic on spotify!)

Chapter 29

A/N: I'm back! Horray! Moving was horrible. Traumatic even. No one ask me about it.

Ochako inhaled deeply first thing as her mind drifted slowly back into consciousness. A struck match smell came to her nose as she snuggled in closer to the enticingly warm body next to her.

The body was smooth and hardened with muscle, back turned to her. He was completely naked too. Come to think of it, so we she.

Ochako opened her eyes to find her face pressed into a lightly-tanned, minorly-scarred back. A familiar back she had pressed herself into a thousand times over. But somehow, now it was far different.

Katsuki.

She recalled the night before. His apology, his confession, her acceptance, the way he begged her...

Her face grew hot remembering the things they'd done. Her heart pulsed with affection remembering the things he'd said in the throes of passion.

She pressed her naked body even closer, letting her softer curves mold around his hardened ones. He was hers now. Truly. There was nothing and no one coming between them ever again.

Nate's comments from their dinner with Katsuki returned to her unbidden as she felt the curve of his ass butting up against her hips.

It was pretty nice... and firm...

She let her hand drift to it and took a handful of that rounded muscle, squeezing gently. Okay, maybe not so gently. It was delicious.

She heard Katsuki groan into his pillow as he awoke.

He shifted and she could tell when his consciousness was mostly returned as he went rigid, feeling her smaller, softer body at his back, her hand still groping him.

"Mmmhhh, floaty," he grunted groggily, loosening up again, "You really are a pervert."

"For you maybe," she murmured into his back with a kiss.

He growled lightly. That must've been the right thing to say.

"You're grabbing the wrong side, angel-face," his voice rumbled, gripping her wrist lightning fast and bringing it around to his front, to an already rock hard erection.

Ochako gasped, pulling back quickly and a chuckle rumbled through Katsuki, reaching her through his back.

"You're awful," she squeaked, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Am I?" he asked, turning himself over to face her, "That's not what you said last night when-"

"If you remember correctly," she cut him off, "you got slapped the last time you started that line with me."

He grinned his devilish grin.

Ochako drank his body in in the burgeoning sunlight. He was gorgeous. From the hinted at line of his incredibly muscled thighs through the sheets to his thick, broad chest. She couldn't get enough of him.

Reaching out, she laid a hand on that well-chiseled chest and looked up into his eyes that were watching her, as they often were, with a softness that she'd only ever seen when he was looking at her.

She could hardly believe that a little over a year ago, she'd thought he was genuinely a terrible person. Cruel and malicious. Someone she thought only wanted to be a hero for the glory.

Although, she was willing to admit to herself now that she had always hoped there was more to him. Deku had looked up to him and still worked at befriending him for a reason. There were always these random things he'd surprise her by being good at, like cooking and playing drums. She'd wanted to believe those were indicators of something deeper within him.