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Today had been an absolutely wonderful day.
Ochako and Himiko had spent their day out on the town on a cute little date, dressed up in delightful outfits and holding hands almost the whole time. They had gone shopping, ate at a modest yet cozy pop-up café, and sat together on a park bench to simply enjoy each other’s company. Dates like these were common in their fledgling relationship. The two of them had only been dating for a few weeks and were very much still in their “honeymoon phase,” as Mina had put it. If this was the honeymoon phase, Ochako never wanted it to end.
Himiko was her first girlfriend, and while a part of her was scared her inexperience showed in the awkward goodbyes they would sometimes exchange or in the way she talked about her to her friends, the other part was far too busy feeling overwhelmed by just how cute she was. Himiko Toga was, without a doubt, the most adorable girl Ochako had ever seen. Many would be put off by her piercing eyes and sharp teeth, but to Ochako, that only made her all the more enticing. At the same time, though, Himiko was not exactly the perfect dream girl most people assumed she was by the way Ochako talked about her.
Himiko had…a quirk, in both senses of the word. Her morbid fascination with blood was offputting at first, but in time, Ochako grew to love that part of her. It was something that had largely defined her life, after all, having been forced to suppress her quirk and desires for her entire life up until recently. Now, though? She could live as herself, and for that, Ochako was grateful.
Something she was not grateful for was the fact that they had chosen the most inopportune time to return back to the dorms of UA Academy. The trains were packed almost to the brim with salarymen returning from work and students on their way back home. Ochako and Himiko had only barely managed to squeeze into their train car, and with Ochako’s back pressed against the wall, it was not exactly a comfortable fit. So long as she was with Himiko, though…
Ochako sighed and offered up a small smile. “We probably should have just waited for the next train, huh? Who knows? Maybe it would have had more room.”
Himiko did not respond. She looked as if she was enthralled by something, staring into Ochako’s eyes with a smile on her lips. Ochako’s own smile grew, more from nervousness than anything; Himiko was extremely close.
“Himiko-chan…? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.
Himiko’s eyes fell, just for a moment, before meeting Ochako’s once more.
“I really want to suck your blood right now.”
Red flooded Ochako’s cheeks, a sight that surely only intensified Himiko’s thirst. It had taken a while for Himiko to become comfortable with saying things like that, vocalizing her desires without any sense of shame or embarrassment. Ochako may have been the one to convince her that it was okay to begin with, but that did not mean she was immune from feeling a little surprised whenever Himiko would suddenly ask if she could have a bit of her blood out of the blue. She usually obliged, always willing to do whatever she had to in order to see that treasured smile light up Himiko’s face, but those were times when they were alone or at school. Now was a different situation.
“N-Now?” Ochako whispered, cautiously eyeing the people surrounding them. No one was looking their way, at the very least, their attentions mostly captured by their phones or the occasional small book, but that did not mean someone could not look over at any time. She wasn’t sure if she could handle the mortification that would come from being caught freely allowing her arm to be bitten by another girl. “Can’t it wait until we get back? What if someone sees?”
The luster faded from Himiko’s eyes and Ochako flinched. She’d gone and chased away the smile she loved so much.
“I can wait, then,” Himiko said, leaning her head against Ochako’s chest and closing her eyes. “You look so pretty right now, though, that I don’t know if I can help myself. But I’ll try. For you.”
Despite Himiko’s words, her lips were still curled in a pitiful little frown. Ochako’s heart throbbed as guilt gathered in the pit of her stomach. She had been the one to say time and time again that Himiko’s love was not something she should have had to hide, and yet, here she was insisting that she hold off on showing her affection, and for what? Because it was potentially embarrassing for Ochako?
Ochako bit her lip and looked down at the top of Himiko’s head. The last thing she wanted was for them to be one of those couples who were annoyingly shameless when it comes to public displays of affection, but if people could kiss in public without anyone batting an eye, then surely that meant Himiko could carry out her own special way of kissing as well. At least, that was what Ochako told herself.
In truth, a part of her wanted it as badly as Himiko likely did. She had to admit that her girlfriend’s abnormal fixation on blood was not something she would have expected to come to enjoy when they first started dating, but the more she was bit, the more she found that she did not dislike it. It was a strange feeling, sure, but not a negative one. In fact, Himiko was often at her cutest when she was sucking blood. It was when she was the most herself, after all, living and loving her way.
Her classmates overreacted whenever they witnessed it. It was not a big deal, really, and Ochako was sure they would feel the same way if they knew what having their blood sucked by Himiko Toga felt like. Her sharp canines that poked at her skin before piercing, her soft lips that evoked an angel’s kiss every time they made contact, the way her tongue seemed to be covered in a divine ambrosia that soothed the sweet pain and made Ochako feel as if she were under the effects of her own quirk and floating on cloud nine—
Okay. Maybe Ochako liked getting her blood sucked. Maybe.
A slight sigh escaped past her lips and Himiko looked up at her, the slightest twinkle of hope in her eyes.
“Go ahead, Himiko-chan,” Ochako said. A wide grin crossed Himiko’s lips and Ochako’s heart thumped in her chest. There it was, that angelic and adorable smile that made her fall for her in the first place. It truly was her weakness in more ways than one. “Just try not to take too much, okay? We haven’t had dinner yet, and it would be bad if I fainted…”
Himiko eagerly nodded to show that she understood. She’d only ever gone overboard twice, but still, Ochako had no desire to experience that again. The first time had resulted in a trip to the infirmary and Recovery Girl telling her that while her support of Himiko was admirable, it was important to not forget about her own health. The second time came with a harsh admonishing, also from Recovery Girl, telling her to keep her girlfriend in check. Regardless of the past, though, Himiko had gotten far better at not taking too much, even if it meant Ochako did not get the full experience she may have craved.
Himiko took Ochako’s arm and brought it to her open mouth only to pause upon feeling the limb suddenly tense up. Her features wilted.
“If you don’t want to, then—”
“No, I do,” Ochako blurted. Her words came out more desperate than they were intended to. “But…um…you’re always biting my arm. Isn’t there someplace else that you want to try sucking blood from?”
Himiko held a finger against her chin. “Like where?”
She was going to make her say it, wasn’t she? Ochako’s heart pounded in her chest and she looked up at the roof of the train car—she couldn’t bring herself to speak the words while looking Himiko in the eye.
“Like…my neck?”
Himiko’s eyes began to shimmer almost immediately, her mouth hung open in both surprise and hunger. There it was. Lately, Ochako had had a feeling that she’d wanted to lean even further into her vampiric tendencies—people called her that enough as it was—judging by the way her eyes would linger on Ochako’s neck whenever they would kiss. Ochako would have been lying if she said she did not sometimes yearn for the same thing.
“Are you sure?” Himiko asked, her tone oh so careful. She reached out to brush her fingertips across the surface of Ochako’s neck, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ochako-chan.”
It took every ounce of willpower in Ochako’s body to not grab her face and kiss her right then and there. She supposed it would not have been much different from what Himiko was about to do to her. “I’ll be fine, Himiko. I promise,” she said, preemptively fumbling around in her handbag for her box of adhesive bandages. She never used to carry those around before meeting Himiko.
Himiko’s eyes scanned Ochako’s, searching for any sense that she was only agreeing to this for Himiko’s sake, and she seemed to understand almost immediately that Ochako wanted it as well. She smiled before wrapping her arms around Ochako’s waist and pressing their bodies somehow even closer together.
Ochako could practically hear the blood rushing in her head, heart pounding from both the sensation of Himiko’s chest against her own and the sight of those enchanting fangs that she was so desperate to feel inside of her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Blood from her arm was one thing, but from her neck? What if Himiko punctured an artery by mistake and Ochako ended up bleeding out right there on the train? What if someone saw Himiko biting her neck and screamed? What if—
Any sense of fear was promptly banished from Ochako’s body the instant she felt Himiko’s warm breath tickle her neck. She shuddered, every hair on her body standing up straight. Himiko pressed a soft kiss against Ochako’s skin, something she often did before biting her as if it were a ritual of gratitude. She kissed her again, and again, and again, each one making Ochako squirm. She didn’t care if people could see them—nothing else mattered when Himiko when was right here, their bodies flush against one another, Himiko’s fingertips ghosting along the back of her thighs while her teeth prodded at her neck.
The sharp ends of Himiko’s fangs against her throat were nothing but pinpricks at first. Ochako could tell that Himiko was still hesitant despite her earlier zealousness. Her arms tightened around Ochako’s waist. Ochako let out a shaky breath and silently nodded, assuring Himiko beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted this, was desperate for it, even. After a few moment’s hesitation, Himiko finally gave in to their desires and sank her teeth in.
Himiko’s fangs pierced right through Ochako’s skin and punctured her neck with barely any resistance. Ochako hissed at the sharp pain that shot through her nerves like winter frost creeping across a tree branch, covering every inch of it in ice. Her body told her to struggle against the pain, but she could hardly move with the way she was sandwiched between Himiko and the wall of the train car. All she could do was let out a pathetic, desperate whimper, and hold on to Himiko’s cardigan for dear life.
The initial shock soon faded and gave way to that sweet, euphoric pain that Ochako feared she had grown addicted to. It spread out from her neck to the rest of her body and sent her senses into overdrive, yet at the same time, all she could focus on was Himiko. The sensation of her tongue swiping against Ochako’s neck, her scent that Ochako loved so much, the delightful sounds of her sucking that spiked heat her core. Ochako’s legs trembled before giving out from under her completely. She slid down against the wall for just a moment before Himiko caught her by slipping her thigh between her legs and spreading her hands full across her rear.
Ochako bit down on her lip and just barely managed to stifle a moan—this was almost too much. Himiko’s leg rubbed against her groin with every jostle of the train car and made it all the more difficult to hold her voice back. With Himiko’s fangs inside of her, her hands practically groping her, and leg grinding against the junction of her thighs, Ochako’s mind began to grow hazy.
“H-Himiko…”
It was as if Himiko was somehow replacing the blood she ingested with an aphrodisiac, because Ochako’s body burned with a lecherous heat as she melted against the strange girl whom she’d fallen for head over heels. Already she felt herself teetering on the verge of heaven. She wasn’t sure if her lightheadedness was because of the blood loss of because of the way Himiko made her like putty in her hands, just as she always did.
Himiko’s fangs truly were a drug, cutting through all of Ochako’s inhibitions and making her crave even more. They made her feel dreamy, ecstatic, and exhilarated all at once and were more addictive than any drug on the market. Nothing could get her as overwhelmed and as gratified as when Himiko showed her love in her own unique way. This was bliss. This was nirvana.
The sensation of Himiko withdrawing her fangs sent a tremor through Ochako’s body, and every sweet, adoring kiss against the puncture wounds drew out aftershocks. A haze veiled Ochako’s vision—she could only make out the sight of Himiko shuffling around before her. Had anyone seen them? Were people looking at her now, appalled at the pure ecstasy on her face as blood dribbled from her neck?
It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. Not when Himiko was right here.
She felt her dab at her wounds with a tissue and apply the bandages to her neck, giving both of them a small peck after doing so. Ochako’s sultry panting slowed as her vision returned to her, and when all was clear, she was met with the delighted face of Himiko Toga, the cutest girl in the world with the cutest smile. Her wide grin had her fangs on full display, any trace of blood having already been licked clean, though some still lingered on the corner of her mouth.
“So delicious…thank you, Ochako-chan,” she said. Her cheeks had become more flushed than usual, as if the blood she’d taken from Ochako had worked its way into her face.
Ochako only let out a soft sound of acknowledgment, too tired to speak. Himiko snickered behind her hands in that adorable way she always did—it was like she was trying to drive Ochako crazy.
“You really love it when I suck your blood like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice full of cheer and delight.
Ochako did not answer—she did not need to. Himiko already knew what she would say. All she did was wordlessly bring her thumb to Himiko’s mouth and brush away the last spec of blood, then caressing her cheek. Himiko leaned into the gesture, just like a cat would, and Ochako felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t help herself. She took Himiko’s face into her hands, closed her eyes, and pressed their lips together.
She tasted like copper, metallic and savory. Ochako had no love for the flavor of blood like her girlfriend did, but she always adored kissing Himiko no matter what. Himiko giggled against her lips and kissed her back just as strongly with her hands on Ochako’s hips.
Ochako pulled away and touched her forehead to Himiko’s, gazing into those gorgeous golden eyes of hers. She figured her own had to have been spiraling with lust. “Himiko,” she breathed, soft and sultry, “when we get back to the dorms, do you maybe want to…?”
Himiko giggled and closed the gap between them in a quick kiss. “I really want to.”
The puncture wounds on Ochako’s neck throbbed, spurred on by her anticipation that she would likely be receiving at least a few more bites like that before the night ended. Each one would make her fall in love with Himiko a little bit more.
It wasn’t normal for couples to do the kinds of things she and Himiko did, Ochako knew that, but it was their normal. Still, the idea of her classmates discovering that she actually derived a strange sense of pleasure from having her blood sucked was mortifying. They all still saw her as the most laid-back girl in the class. But…if Himiko could show her true self without any shame, then maybe Ochako could as well.
On the other hand. Her friends did not need to know about her kinks. That was none of their business.
Ochako Uraraka was a little weird. And that was perfectly alright with her.