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pas de deux
Noun
1: a dance or figure for two performers
2: an intricate relationship or activity involving two parties or things
The rules for a BDSM club in a world full of quirks are harder to maintain than most would think. There are all or nothing clubs, where all quirks are suppressed upon entry with quirk cuffs or collars depending on the role. Many of these clubs are referred to as safe clubs, noting that the Club Lace Comfort was one of the first safe clubs to enforce quirk restraints, as well as contracts to keep all parties safe.
There were danger clubs, where they would let any quirk in, as long as no one died on property. The Back Door had been up and running for several years, being raided at least twice for vigilante and villain play, but its lack of interference from management kept a lot of people returning.
And then there were controlled clubs, where there were a mix of restraints and quirk play. Everyone in attendance was in cuffs or collars unless in quirk play scenes, where all parties consent to all areas of their partners quirk. The most popular club in Musutafu is Pas De Deux, a controlled club with so much paperwork, it was hard to get a membership, and in some cases, harder to keep it. Because of its rarity for invitations, it was one of the most sought after clubs in the city, and only rumours about what happened within those hallowed walls were ever spoken.
Ochako wanted to get into Pas De Deux more than anything, and Katsuki was her way in. Even if she had to become his submissive.
In truth, Ochako loved being a submissive. She loved that she seemed to be the only one to please her dominant, and loved the afterglow that came with their mingled versions of pleasure.
It was the fact that her submission had to go to Katsuki - like he needed a bigger head than he already had, his ego would be inflated if she flat out asked him. But, her options were limited, and hence why she was currently camped outside his front door and fighting with herself about whether or not she could in fact do this.
“You just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna fucking knock?” Katsuki’s voice boomed on the other side of the door and Ochako clutched at her sweater. Without missing a beat, Ochako raised her hand and tentatively knocked, even though she knew he was right there. Best to start out her submissive role now.
~*~*~
Ochako couldn’t believe the headlines. The new, up and coming hero - Vulcan - was caught at a danger club - Dungeon Playhouse. With no NDAs, and no security to keep people out, pictures and videos came flooding into media outlets of the hero in all kinds of sex acts that immediately plummeted his career. From what Ochako had heard, he was on the brink of cracking the top ten and now he’s no longer in the running at all. After scouring the sites with Mina all morning, they couldn’t find him anywhere.
The likelihood that his agency had dropped him would have been reasonable, but if he were to be a hero ever again, there wasn’t a chance in hell that the people would trust him. Ochako’s stomach dropped.
Lace Comfort was Ochako’s club. She had been going to if for nearly three years. One of the drawbacks of the club was the fact that people knew it was a bdsm club, and if someone wasn’t careful, they could have been found out without much effort. Ochako had kept a low profile when it came to the club, but regardless of the members signing NDAs, anyone seeing her enter could destroy her career.
It had been one of the reasons Ochako wanted to go to Pas De Deux. The club was so exclusive that people couldn’t just go in and ask for a membership. Knowing people was everything for the club, and if you performed a scene in one of the rooms or in their public spaces, it meant there was a membership offered if the scene was performed to satisfaction. The location was also a held secret for all members. Discretion was a priority and there were rumours that they even had personal drivers to make sure that patrons got there without being seen.
“I still can’t believe Vulcan of all people was at Dungeon Playhouse,” Mina laughed as she reclined into the grass patch they had scoped out for their lunch. Having time off was great, especially when their days matched and they could just take in the day without having to think about destruction and death. “Didn’t think he’d be into that,” Mina continued, almost off handed. Ochako scoffed and flopped down next to her best friend.
“Into what exactly?”
Mina contemplated the question for a few moments, almost as though she were carefully working out which phrase to use. “I mean, there are better clubs, and Vulcan was reckless. Other heroes go out to clubs, and they don’t end up on the front page. Just ask Bakugou,” she said. Ochako had to admit, Vulcan had been careless with the way he conducted himself, even she knew that danger clubs were called that for a reason. She only went to a safe club, but was careful enough to put some security measures around herself. She wasn’t even sure if Mina knew that Ochako was into kink.
Ochako was almost ready to change the subject until she remembered the name that Mina tossed out at the end.
“Bakugou?” Ochako scoffed, looking at Mina, but her face remained passive, confident in her words even. Ochako sat up and looked at Mina. “He goes to… kink clubs ?”
To that, Mina merely shrugged. Like it was common knowledge. Even after saying he was discreet. Ochako wanted to scream about the fact that it wasn’t common knowledge and her mind was being blown. “Oh hell yeah. You know him. Everything has to be the best.” Mina snorted.
“ Bakugou ?” Ochako still couldn’t get over it, and she was sure her brain was bleeding out of her ears.
“Yeah,” Mina said, rolling her eyes. “He lost his shit when we found out. But it’s hard to deny it when you went to the same club at the time.”
“You too?!” Ochako squealed before Mina leapt up, her hand pressing to Ochako’s mouth and kept her gaze fixed to calm Ochako down. It took a few deep breaths and a lot of patience but they were soon back to their sitting position, voices hushed. Mina shook her head as she lowered her hand, disappointment clear in the way her eyes rolled once more. “Yeah. He goes to Pas De Deux now, so he’s really secluded himself.”
“He got into Pas De Deux?!”
Ever since Ochako had first indulged in kink, Pas De Deux was the club she had wanted. She excused it all because she was young and new - she was merely excited about the possibilities. So instead, she trusted her dom and went to a safe club because that was where he wanted to go. But in the end, Ochako became restless and it wasn’t enough. The downfall of their relationship started when Ochako wanted more and her dom thought she was just being a brat. Her needs weren’t being met and it was slowly driving her crazy. Ever since, Ochako had been lusting after the club like it was a fantasy world that was forever out of reach.
Now, it didn’t feel so untouchable. Ochako vowed to listen intently as she could.
Mina thought back on it, her index finger tapping against her chin as she recalled. “I think it was his old sub? He didn’t say much about it, and even then I had to get a few drinks into him.” Her disappointed sigh told Ochako everything - even if Mina wanted to know, she had gathered all the information she could drag out of Katsuki.
Then, Mina laughed, looking Ochako over. “To be honest,” Mina continued, “I’m surprised you even know what Pas De Deux is, Ochako. You been holding out on me?” Ochako quickly ducked her head and replied.
“Another time, okay?”
To that, Mina nodded, smiling back at Ochako.
“I’m in shock,” Ochako said, almost to herself, reclining back on her hands as she soaked in the sun and this new found information.
Mina shot up to her feet suddenly, breaking Ochako out of her trance. It didn’t take long for Mina to look panicked, her hands roaming her form as she looked for and gathered all of her things.
“Oh, shoot, I have to go. Momo wants to go for coffee. You wanna come?” she asked and Ochako sighed, shaking her head. The bliss had to end sometime.
“I can’t, I have some late reports I was gonna finish up,” she explained and Mina sighed, leaning down and kissing Ochako’s crown in farewell.
“Okay, well, make sure you get them in. Bakugou will be on your ass,” Mina snickered before skipping her way out of the park and towards her destination.
Some time later, as the afternoon faded into night, Ochako sat at her desk, sighing as she finished one of the several reports she was meant to finish at the beginning of the week. It had been one disaster after the other, and paperwork was always her downfall when things got hectic. She tried to work hard and be the best hero she could be, but it was always so much going on all the time.
“Oi,” a voice boomed behind her, and Ochako squeaked, clutching her chest and turning to see Katsuki standing close to her desk, his classic scowl in position and his hip resting against a nearby desk.
“What?” she groaned, rubbing at the ridge of her nose. She was too exhausted to deal with his attitude, and the revelation from hours prior with Mina had made her equally embarrassed to talk to him. Even though the office was empty, and her desk lamp was the only thing illuminating the room, it didn’t help the conversation she desperately wanted to bring up. There were too many conflicting thoughts, and Katsuki was just…he was making things harder by being around.
“Heard you haven’t put your late reports in.” His growl at the edge of his words had her skin prickling in excitement, but she urged herself to push it aside and get back to what she had been working on.
“I’m working on it,” she sighed, turning back to her desk and finalising one of the reports. She started to place her folder away, when Katsuki’s hand fisted into her hair. His fingers laced through her tresses, before tugging her head back.
“Work harder, cheeks,” he snarled, and Ochako’s eyes widened as her neck was forced back to stare at him.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding breathless. Maybe it was because of the position or just the fact that Katsuki was looking at her like he hadn’t eaten in days and she was his next meal.
“What are you doing, sir .” He said, not quite as a correction, but a command.
“Sir,” she said, not wishing to go against his authority, swallowing as she looked up at him. Readjusting his grip, he made her face forward with his free hand guiding her up and out of her seat. He kicked it aside and with a growl in his voice, he rumbled his command to her.
“Put your hands behind your back and bend over your desk.”
“I shouldn’t…sir,” she said, but without much effort, Katsuki kicked at the inside of her heels, pushing her off balance enough that she was forced to follow his instruction without meaning to. Her hands pressed to the surface in an effort to challenge his command.
“Do it, cheeks. Now.” His voice was low and filled with an angry arousal that confused her. Ochako lightly skimmed her fingers over the surface before taking them off and placing them behind her back. With her left hand, she caught her opposite wrist and held on tight. Katsuki leaned over her, not allowing an inch between them. “Good girl.” His breath skated over her ear, making her shiver.
Well, fuck.
“What are you going to do, sir?” she asked, knowing she was pushing him, but she wanted to see how far his control over her went. He pressed his chest against her back to force her cheek to the desk, before he retreated back to appreciate her in her state. All the while, his hand bound in her hair was soothing her scalp, his thumb rubbing at her neck where her hair met skin. He adored her in this state, and each small caress was her evidence.
“Punish this beautiful ass,” he growled in her ear before his free hand slammed against her ass. Ochako gasped. Katsuki pressed himself against her, his hand soothing the battered flesh before his hand squeezed. Ochako groaned, the pain and pleasure mingling to make a liquid heat pool between her legs, causing her to press her thighs together. Katsuki’s hand tightened against her ass, making the aching skin feel like it was burning. Ochako hissed, her forehead pressing down against the surface of the desk to blink through the warming desire she had.
“Did I say you could move?” he growled, a rougher tone to his voice that had Ochako pressing her cheek down into the desk, letting herself pant out her lust. Katsuki kicked at her heels on both sides, spreading her open as his erection pressed to the back of her thighs. “You keep those thighs wide so I can fuck that dripping cunt. You are mine, and I’ll show you how,” he teased and Ochako sighed, her hands forced down flat against his body, and the way she could feel his breath hitch as he got closer to her made her crave him all the more.
“How, sir?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“When?” she begged as his teeth nipped at her earlobe.
“When you wake up.”
Ochako bolted up right from her desk, a piece of paper pressed to her cheek which she quickly swatted away. Her whole body was on fire. Instead of being at the office like her dream, she was at home, and she remembered that she had finished all she needed to - only wanting to rest her eyes at her desk because of how hard she worked on her day off.
It was dark out, nearing midnight, told by the screen of her phone. She was too exhausted to ignore the pull.
But her mind went there.
A forbidden place.
Filled with a desire that was new and almost too scary to think about.
It was wicked and wonderful and everything she could crave. To be dominated by someone was one thing, but with Katsuki? It was like the world had to be set on fire every single time his eyes landed on her, and this was merely a fantasy.
What if it was real?
Ochako wanted to handle the reality of him…
He was into kink. Who’s to say he wouldn’t be into her? Into her submission.
Without much thought, Ochako was jumping into sweatpants and an oversized sweater and launching herself out of her side window. She couldn’t care about the consequences. She flew across the city, remembering the way to his apartment, and before she realised it, she was on the landing outside his apartment complex. The man at reception recognised her and allowed her up to the top floor. By the time she was in the elevator, it was too late to back out.
~*~*~
And it all led to this.
Pacing outside his stupid door and wondering what the hell she was thinking?
A wet dream led her to do this?
Ochako desperately needed help. She could have gone to anyone. It wasn’t like Lace Comfort was a bad club, she just wanted more. She wanted Pas De Deux.
And maybe she wanted Katsuki .
Fuck.
She was on the verge of leaving when Katsuki’s voice boomed and changed their night for the better.
Or worse.
Ochako still wasn’t sure.
After her timid knock, Katsuki wrenched open the door and glared down at her. Immediately, Ochako’s focus narrowed on his form. Ever since high school, Ochako was aware of Katsuki’s physical appearance. He was all sharp lines and narrow waist which made her immensely jealous in her insecure body image days. Now, he stood in a black tank top with grey sweatpants and Ochako had to fight the urge to stop staring at him, wondering what he’d look like out of all his damn clothes.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked, her fingers running over the cuffs of her sweater sleeves. She savoured how the coarse fabric felt against her finger pads, the only thing that kept her grounded was wool and a pair of crimson eyes that bore into her.
“My stupid fucking door camera wouldn’t stop going off, idiot!” he snarled, shoving away from his door and allowing her entry. He groaned, and looking at the clock on his wall, Ochako could tell it was way past what she knew was Katsuki’s usual sleep schedule.
“Right. Sorry.” Ochako shut the door, bowing to Katsuki as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. As she raised her eyes, Katsuki was rolling his eyes, walking into his apartment and reclining on the couch, his arm flung over his eyes. He was obviously tired, and her constant back and forth in front of his door must have woken him enough times to make him pissed. She felt bad as she walked further inside his home.
Ochako had only been to his apartment twice, and still, the place made her awestruck. It was a huge apartment space, with large windows that exposed Musutafu beautiful skyline and the blank night sky. He was a minimalist, with very little personal affects around to show his personality, but Ochako hadn’t been anywhere but his living room and kitchen. It was all just clean white and stale greys that furnished the space, nothing outstanding or beautiful. It was just the space itself, the sheer size, that made her wish for it.
Being in the top three, one of the youngest to ever be there, must have its benefits, Ochako supposed.
Being a rescue hero meant she was outside of the top ten until she did something extraordinary. That hadn’t happened yet. So, she lived in a basic apartment with little to no space and it felt cosy enough.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Katsuki groaned, and Ochako shot her attention back to him, skirting around his couch until she was resting on his coffee table. It was a marble white and made her feel very self conscious about putting pressure on it, but she needed to look at him and not retreat.
“I…I came to ask something and I need you to hear me out and not shut me down,” she stuttered and Katsuki flopped his arm to the side. With his arms outstretched along the back of the couch, head slung back and his legs spread - just wide enough to fit her between - Ochako had too many wicked thoughts to keep the blush from her cheeks.
“What is it? I hate it when extras can’t get to the damn point,” he snarled and Ochako squeaked at his blunt words, as well as his tone. She wasn’t sure if she was subconsciously fitting into the role she wanted to be for him, or if his tone was just that commanding, but she spoke up without thinking.
“I want to become your submissive,” she blurted and if she thought her cheeks were pink before, her face was at least the shade of a strawberry with how embarrassed she felt.
She didn’t just say that. No. She wasn’t that much of an idiot. No. Please, gods, no. As she watched Katsuki’s face, the way his brow tightened in confusion, and the tick in his jaw - it was enough to tell her she was an idiot.
“Fucking what?” he spat with a glare.
With his attention so firmly placed on her, Ochako didn’t know how to find words to reply. “I…”
“Get out,” Katsuki snapped, shooting up from his seat and moving towards his front door. Ochako chased, her hand on his wrist.
“No, wait, please, I just -” she tried, but with a hard tug of his arm and a harsh glare at her had her shrinking under his stare.
“I don’t know what fucked up joke you’re playing, but I ain’t gonna be a fucking doll you can play with,” he snarled and Ochako felt like she was going to swallow her tongue or be sick. She decided to not fight herself, and let whatever came out be as it was - even if she embarrassed herself more.
“I heard you go to Pas De Deux!”
Katsuki put his hands on his hips, head falling forward as he growled out his words. “Fucking Mina.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that -” she tried, stepping towards him, only for Katsuki to shoot out a hand and land on her shoulder. It was as though he was determined to keep the distance between them.
“I said what I said, get the fuck out,” he growled, and all Ochako wanted to do was get on her knees and convince him, but even she knew it was mistake. Even if she wanted to prove that she was a great submissive and it was a role she loved to fit herself into, this wasn’t the time or place.
“I’m serious!” she tried and Katsuki remained stone faced, her heart sinking.
“I can’t believe you woke me up for this.”
“I want to get in,” she almost begged him.
“PDD isn’t something you attend, idiot. You fuck in public, even when it’s private, and I am not gonna be your dominant cause you think you can handle it,” he said, as though it would scare her off. What did he take her for? Was her appearance really that deceptive? She knew that some of her friends still didn’t believe her when she admitted to her tastes, but for a dom to not recognise her? It felt insulting.
“I’ve been to clubs before, asshole,” Ochako huffed, folding her arms over her chest. Katsuki’s brow arched up in surprise.
“Really?”
Ochako shifted uncomfortably, not sure being seen by him was as fun as she first thought. “Not controlled clubs, but I’ve been to safe clubs,” she confessed, clearing her throat. Katsuki stepped into her space, his finger and thumb grasping her underneath her chin and tilting her face up to him. Their eyes met and Ochako almost melted by the burning gaze that stared back at her.
“Why the fuck would you wanna go to a controlled club then? You really think you can handle it, vanilla princess?” His smirk could have ripped a moan from her if she didn’t feel so frightened by his rejection.
“I’m tired of being vanilla, asshole.” Ochako cleared her throat and didn’t dare to look away from him. With a narrowing of his eyes, he stepped away, mimicking her earlier arms over the chest routine, but now he was sceptical.
“Are you being serious? For real?”
“Yes.”
Katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Fucking fine.”
“Really?!” Ochako jumped into his space, only for Katsuki’s finger to push against her forward, keeping their distance from one another.
“We’re working out rules right the fuck now to make sure, so don’t get your damn hopes up,” he said, and Ochako knew if he didn’t like her replies, there was no going forward. At any point Katsuki could reject her without another word; that was just the person he was.
“If it can’t work between us, could you find me someone else?” she asked tentatively, and Katsuki tensed before walking into his kitchen.
“We’ll see.”
Ochako swallowed down her fear, moving around to his kitchen island and sitting at one of the stools, watching as he started to prepare tea and coffee. She wasn’t sure which he’d give her or himself, but she would have been happy with either.
“You take sugar in your coffee?” Katsuki asked, as he started to grind up the coffee beans.
“No. Just a little bit of cream,” she explained, just as it all began to filter through and create her coffee at the bottom of the pot he was using.
“Right,” he said, and it wasn’t long before he was pouring it into a mug. With a quick trip to the fridge, he poured a small dollop of cream into her coffee and slid it over to her.
“How do you take your tea?” she asked, watching as he steeped his green tea through his infuser, even going as far to strain his tea after it was first poured.
“Green.”
“That seems about right,” Ochako said, almost to herself as she sipped at her coffee. It was strong with a dash of sweetness from the cream. She’d have to ask about the blend he used, but it didn’t feel like the right time. With everything he did, it had to be methodical - precise even - and Ochako knew that if it weren’t perfect, he’d be pissed.
“You woke me up , cheeks. I want some fucking green tea,” he snarled as he picked up his mug.
“Okay, okay,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“Brat,” he said underneath his breath, sipping at his tea before he leaned on the island across from her. Ochako pursed her lips as she swallowed down her coffee and the anxiety of the coming conversation.
“Do you have a regular submissive or pick and choose?” she said, setting her mug down and propping her head on hands, elbows on the island. Katsuki continued to drink without looking at her, or even paying much attention to her. Once he set his mug down, he looked at her and sighed.
“I fuck whoever and whenever I can,” he said, sipping at his tea before continuing, “It’s not as if my schedule allows for any kind of regular planning.”
“Do you want a regular?” she asked, almost hestinantly. Ochako hadn’t had a regular dom since her last, and with the way things went, she wasn’t sure she was ready to give herself to a new dom with new rules and interests.
“You want to be my regular? At Pas De Deux?” he asked, a snarl picking up his top lip. Was he disgusted by her? Or just the idea? The thought made her stomach churn. Maybe she had to ask him again for another dom - just so she could get in and watch.
“I want a membership. They’re discreet and I need a dom to get me in,” she said, making sure to word herself correctly. If she didn’t say she needed him , then it gave him the option of finding someone else.
“How about this? You want to use me to get in, fuck me for free fucking clout and then we’re through?” he asked.
“I’m okay with that,” she said, though she wasn’t sure how well she’d deal with fucking a guy she’d known since high school - and said guy being an ass to her and her friends the entire time, even to that date. They couldn’t consider each other friends, more like low level acquaintances with how much distance he placed between them. Ochako wanted to be closer, but she was never able to bridge that gap; he wasn't willing to help her over.
“You’re not gonna get all mushy and shit right?”
“I’m a sub, but I’m not gonna grovel at your fucking feet,” she snapped. She didn’t wanna be seen as someone to toss aside - she may have been willing to submit to the man, but if she was so easily thrown away, it would have been a kick to the ribs that would never truly heal. Truly, being fucked without aftercare was the first, and even worse when there was no physical fucking involved.
“You said you went to a safe club. Were you a sub or just a voyeur?” he asked, raising his tea up to his lips and drinking. She wasn’t sure if he was contemplating or just wanting to know her inside and out.
“I’ve been a sub at Lace Comfort and was in a relationship with a dom for two years before we parted. My safe word is rose, by the way,” she said, looking down at her coffee. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have, so she tried to deflect the difficult parts of it. He wasn’t even her dom yet, and he was already wanting to pry into her inner workings.
“I’m not a nice dom, you gotta realise that. Everyone at PDD knows me for being a dick to my subs. I get my kicks and I get the fuck out,” he said, as though it were just an off handed remark, something she didn’t have to worry about.
It really fucking was.
“Y-you don’t do aftercare?” Maybe she was in over her head. She knew pretty quickly that getting no aftercare from her dom, even if it was a simple pat on the head after everything, she tended to drop after some scenes. What kind of dom didn’t do the damn basics? Maybe he was better off at one of the danger clubs.
“Not in front of people,” he tsked, and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know how Pas De Deux works, how do you not do it in front of people?”
Katsuki stretched, working out the tension he was carrying in his body. “Scenes are usually in separate rooms, glass walls for people to watch you fuck. When a scene is done, they black out the windows so you can’t see in or out, thank fuck. After that, we get time to ourselves and I get to treat my sub like the damn gift they were,” he explained to her.
“Oh, okay,” she said, clearing her throat and throwing back the rest of her coffee.
“So, what are your hard limits?” he asked and Ochako sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck.
“No blood play, no water play. I have a soft limit with degradation, like don’t make me feel like shit for your benefit as my dom. I’m okay with being spanked but not slapped in the face,” she explained, to which he gave back an understanding nod.
“Choking?” he asked, and Ochako’s breath hitched.
“Hands only. My last dom wanted to try rope and it left me with marks and took me a bit to be okay with shibari again.”
Katsuki sneered at her words before muttering under his breath. “Fucker.”
“I’m okay with it now, but I tend to need colour prompts to be secure,” Ochako tried to explain, defending her past
“Fine, whatever.”
“I’m a brat sometimes,” she confessed with a flush over her cheeks. Katsuki smirked.
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
“I…I like arguing and being punished for stepping out of line, but I’m usually very responsive. It just…some requests set me off,” she said, giving some warning. She was sure that Katsuki didn’t need to be told, but some doms refused to have a brat, as it went against all they wanted from a sub.
“I’m gonna make you a brat the night I take that sweet lil ass of yours,” he said, looking her over, a slight bite to his bottom lip, as though he were lost in thought. “How about floggers and canes?” he asked.
“Floggers are fine. Canes, I’d need my colours,” she started, knowing most doms liked having colour safe words when it came to pain. They’d rather slow down than to stop completely. “I’m good with restraints and anal play, and most toys are fine. Just checking in makes it feel better though,” she reiterated and Katsuki nodded.
“Right.”
“What about you?” she asked and Katsuki went tense. His fingers ran over his mugs, as though the movement was the only thing keeping him calm.
“The fuck about me?”
“What do you like? I don’t want to agree to this and you’re not getting anything out of it.”
“I’m fine with everything you want,” he said, moving around his kitchen, cleaning up the mess he had made.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” she said, catching his avoidance. Katsuki groaned, rubbing at the back of his neck before bracing his hands on the sink.
“I want honesty. I’ve had subs that take it and then break because they don’t want to use their fucking safe word cause they know I’ll stop. If you cry it better be because of how fucking good it is.”
“I can -”
“I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I’m not a dom that’s gonna cross a damn line,” Katsuki interrupted, his hands bound into the basin so tight his knuckles were white.
“I’ll be honest,” she replied quietly, and Katsuki turned back to her. “So? Do we have a deal?”
Katsuki groaned, shaking his head. “Fuck, what time is it?”
He avoided looking straight at her.
Ochako cleared her throat, standing up and holding her phone like a vice.
“It’s way too late. I should go,” she said, playing off her disappointment with a weak laugh.
“Yeah.”
“I guess I’ll see you at work.”
“Whatever,” he said, shuffling off to a different room, out of sight before she escaped and regretted the night entirely. If he wanted to make her feel like a fool, he shouldn’t have made her go through that charade.
Ochako shut the door and went home, trying not to think about how bad being rejected still felt, even after years of experiencing it. It wasn’t like it had been the first time, nor would it be the last, but there was just something about being rejected by Katsuki that made it hurt more than she thought it would.
The rest of her night felt like an interrupted nightmare, over and over again, she rose from her sleep to think about how he had looked at her. So fucking apathetic. She felt like she had embarrassed herself in a way that could never heal.
Even when she was travelling to work the next morning, Ochako was looking up different sites and seeing if she could use someone to get inside. Maybe it was better that she went to a stranger first. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it before, instead she had to ask someone she knew and make their already rocky friendship into something it probably shouldn’t have been. He made sure they didn’t cross that line, she supposed.
She was riding the elevator up to the agency locker room floor when she remembered why she didn’t want a stranger. There were too many risks, and the harm that could come to her was far greater than asking someone she tentatively trusted and vice versa.
There were too many factors to consider - if they were being truthful about being a member of PDD; if they would release sensitive information about her; if they would go against her safe word. Trust was needed above everything between a dom and sub, if it wasn’t there, someone was gonna get hurt, and knowing how relationships went, it would always be the sub that suffered.
As she went towards the locker room, Mina called out to her.
“Hey ‘Chako! There’s a box on top of your locker. It was cleared, but looks like you got a special present,” she teased and Ochako narrowed her eyes.
“If you got me a box of Mochi again, I swear -”
“Oh, sweetness, I didn’t get it for you. Everyone just knows your name is on it and not to touch it,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh.” Ochako frowned, moving towards the locker room, finding the white box with an orange ribbon wrapped around the outside. Like Ochako was told, there was a card with her name on the outside. As the locker room petered out with people, she slipped the card from its envelope, and read what was written.
She was almost in shock with what was written on the opposite side.
‘For the show, princess’
With a date on the bottom. A week away.
Ochako opened the box, finding pure white lace hidden amongst pink tissue paper. Chewing on her lip, she had never been more excited to start a shift and get this week over with.
Well, this told her two things:
- Katsuki didn’t reject her, and in fact, wanted her.
- Katsuki knew Ochako’s size, enough to buy her expensive lingerie that he was going to fuck her in.
What a morning to have.