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Events like these, Ochako hated. The money, the booze, the smell of it all, the people she hardly knew, and the people she hardly liked. Deceivingly cute heels that give monster blisters, and clothing so tailored, even moving your arms was a gamble.
Sometimes she’d wear a dress, but tonight, Ochako had opted for a suit. It was a classic black, with red accents. When she was trying on the different options, the ones with her signature colours, pink, were far too flamboyant for what the event called for. Although she was a pro-hero now, she was not going to spend the money on an ugly suit that she’d only wear once.
Currently, she was stuck between Cementos and Tamaki, and Hawks would not stop talking. How she got here, she had no idea. The other two men weren’t exactly big conversationalists which led to the red-winged man having a conversation solely with her.
“So, I've been stationed in the United States for three months already, and this random guy just comes up to me, asking if I’m down to–”
“Wow really?” She said, shifting back on her feet. “Listen I would love to catch up more, I really would, but I am parched. Maybe Endeavor would like to hear? He hasn’t had a mission in America yet, so I'm sure he’d be thrilled,” She grabbed Endeavor while he was walking past, tugging him to join the group.
“Uravity, what on earth-” The fire hero’s nose wrinkled, most likely catching onto the smell of Hawks’ very strong cologne that he probably just bought today.
“Dude! Great to see you! As I was saying…”
Ochako ducked out, heading to the drinks table.
It was long, the table cloth probably was a nice white at some point, and it was covered in champagne flutes. Regrettably, most of them were tipped over. She put her hands on it, going for a lean, before hearing a creaking sound, which meant someone’s mother was probably missing the folding table used at potluck dinners. She tried to pick a flute that seemed tampered with the least, before downing it.
“They should put more in these,” came a familiar voice to her left.
She nodded, turning to Izuku.
“I think it’s on purpose. I wouldn’t want to see a Pro drunk with so many paparazzi around, although the headlines after would be worth it,” Ochako added, picking up another flute as Izuku did the same. “Are you off driving duty tonight?” She asked, gesturing to the alcohol he was holding in his hand. Izuku rubbed his neck bashfully.
“No, actually, I’m driving him home. I think he’s had too much to drink already…” Izuku looks around, scanning the event space for Katsuki. He’s sitting next to a fake potted plant, playing something on his phone. Izuku lets out a big sigh. “Now. I’m driving him home now.” He left the glass on the table and went over to Katsuki. They seemed to bicker back and forth before Izuku helped pick him up. After gaining his balance, Katsuki reached over to the plant and promptly got sick in the plastic dirt.
Ochako averted her eyes. That was Izuku’s problem now. She finished up her champagne, deciding to move along somewhere else as Hawks’ cologne got suspiciously stronger.
Mostly, she just needed a quiet space, maybe call Himiko to come pick her up. The HPSC recently waived her free to be out in public without Pro-Hero supervision, something her wife was very eager to use whenever she could.
A waiter that was serving hors d'oeuvres and skirting around the room seemed to not be too busy at the moment. She caught up to him, politely clearing her throat to get his attention. He offers some sort of cracker that looks more expensive than her house. She declines.
“I was wondering if there was some sort of room I could take a private phone call in?” Ochako asked. He nodded and led her to a hallway past the bathrooms.
“The doors lock, and there's a balcony, although make sure to lock the door again if you go onto it,” He nods to the wooden double doors. It was more like a press conference room, but it would work.
“Thanks,” and Ochako goes inside.
She closes and locks the door behind her. Entering the room, she unbuttons her blazer, setting the black coat haphazardly on one of the chairs. She loosened her red tie, and went out onto the balcony.
The air had that lovely chill to it. She was able to see the Pro Heros arriving and leaving. Security was posted minimally as the guests were, well, the best of the best.
She pulled out her phone, planning to give Himiko a call. Glancing at her location quickly, she saw that the woman was nearby. Very nearby
“Himiko Toga!” She hissed into the air. Something landed with a clunk next to her.
“You ruin all my fun, ‘Chako.” Himiko pouts.
Ochako groans, rubbing a hand down her face.
“Youve got to be kidding me… you just got waived by HPSC! This place is crawling with Pros. And you have no invite! Breaking and entering!”
Himiko comes over and wraps her arms around her wife’s neck.
“C’mon, I was lonely! You were supposed to be home by now.”
Ochako sighed.
“Come inside. It’s cold, and you’re definitely freezing in that,” Ochako stated, referring to the red cocktail dress Himiko had worn. Was she initially planning on coming in?
Once inside, Ochako grabbed her coat that she’d previously left on the table.
“Let's go, I was ready to leave anyways.”
Himiko looked her in the eyes before shoving Ochako back onto the table.
“Why not have a little fun first? I did say I was lonely,” Himiko purred, dragging a finger from Ochako’s cheek to her collarbone.
“You cannot be serious. Himiko! If we got caught, I could lose my job! Or at least cause a very very public scandal. We can’t do this here,” Ochako said. Maybe she was over-exaggerating things, but she was caught off guard!
“Then just say ‘No’” She said, coming to trail kisses across Ochako’s jugular, Himiko’s fangs snagging on the flesh gently. Ochako sucks in a breath, pushing up into Himiko more. The blonde smiled against Ochako’s skin.
“You’re so predictable.”
“Shut up.”
Himiko hummed, drawing her tongue from Ochako’s throat to her lips, coming to kiss her.
Most kisses start off slow, languid rhythms of lips moving together, but this one started off passionate. Himiko’s tongue was in Ochako’s mouth the moment she was close enough. Ochako could feel her rubbing against her teeth, the woman’s fangs gently digging into her lips, their tongues writhing around each other, slick and hot.
“H-Himiko—” Himiko drew back, her breath sweet against Ochako’s cheek.
“Say the word, say the word and we go home.”
“No, no I just got- kissing just, you know it riles me up.”
Himiko grins, swooping back in.
“Exactly.”
Himiko leaned Ochako back on the wooden table of the conference room so she lay flat, before tugging her legs towards her. She gripped the brunettes’ tie, tugging so that Ochako’s chest raised into the air.
Ochako gasps, her cheeks heating. Himiko moved so her legs were between Ochako’s, the woman’s knee just grazing the place Ochako desperately wanted.
“I can't believe you left me at home.” She murmured against Ochako’s lips. “You said you’d be home at nine. It's eleven now. Did you lie to me on purpose Ochako?” Himiko grabbed the tie again, forcing an answer from Ochako.
“N-No! I didn't mean to Himi, promise,” she groaned, trying to shift her body so her wife’s knee came closer. Himiko drew back, trailing her fingers to Ochako’s button up.
“Thats such a shame,” she purred with mock-sympathy. She slipped her lithe fingers under the fabric, roughly pulling down and tearing the majority of the small buttons from their strings. Bending down, she grazed her teeth along the plush skin of Ochako’s breasts.
Ochako leaned her head back, swearing softly under her breath as Himiko made her way to the bra’s clasps and undid them. This woman would be the death of her.
Himiko’s tongue appeared at her chest, the wet tongue laving at her breast, leaving smears of her lipstick on the skin here.
Ochako brought a hand down to clutch at Himiko’s hair, keeping the woman’s head steady.
“Himi, I dont think the door’s locked,” she groaned. Himiko brought her eyes up briefly to glance at the door. She couldnt check from there.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Ochako gripped Himiko’s hair tighter as her mouth made it’s way over the top of Ochako’s breast, Himiko’s mouth lapping up and closing her lips around the sensitive nipple. The wet heat enclosing it and her tongue teasing the bud back and forth. Ochako let out a muffled whimper when Himiko bit the skin there.
She tried to bring her leg up around Himiko’s waist before the blonde smacked it away, gripping the thigh and firmly setting it back down.
Himiko drew back, letting her breath ghost over the tacky saliva drying on Ochako’s chest.
"Looks to me like you're desperate, honey. Want me to take you right here?"
Shit.