Thread by @nootnoot345

Just all-round Ochabowl😈
NSFW. ⚠️
Public-ish masturbation, unintended uses of objects found in a classroom, fantasies, mild exhibitionism maybe, Ochako is a beautiful, filthy little shit.
We'll see how this goes.

https://twitter.com/OchabowlPrompts/status/1459143951093358593

Ochako had a secret.
Behind those large doe eyes, soft pink cheeks, and a beaming smile, only she knew just how ravenous she truly was.
She volunteered for weekly classroom cleanups when she realized it meant private access to the space.
Well not quite /private/.

The first time it happened, she'd taken over for Deku's clean up night because he had a meeting with All Might. It started out innocent enough.
She wiped down the chalkboards, using her quirk to reach the very top. Then she wiped down the windows, pressing herself to the glass.

The cool feel of the windows and being able to look out and onto the field where her classmates were sparring or studying had stirred something in her.
She'd let out a shaky breath, fogging up her hard work.
She gathered herself and moved on to cleaning the desks.

It was all going fine until she got to Izuku's desk. She noticed that one of his limited time All Might pens had fallen out of his desk.
She smiled at his earnest appreciation of the hero and bent down to pick it up, reveling in the smooth touch of the plastic.

She bit her lip and inhaled. It hadn't been that long since class had ended, so she could still smell the lingering scents of everyone's shampoos.
Without thinking, she lay her head down on the desk and took in a deep breath.
She whined and bit down on the pen to stay silent.

Ochako knew that Auntie Inko sent Izuku a care package every month. There was always a lightly scented peach shampoo.
She knew this because they were close friends, of course.
Not because she closed her eyes and let it wash over her during their study sessions.

Her hands immediately went to her shirt, which was suddenly too constricting. She'd already set her jacket down when she started cleaning because it was dry clean only, so there was little fabric holding her together now.
Every button felt like it took agonizingly long to open.

She let her chest lightly graze against the smooth surface of the desk as she clenched her thighs together.
Her lips closed tighter around the pen, her tongue circling the tip.
She forced her eyes shut and let the muffled noises from the courtyard wash over her.

They were all just /right there/. She could hear them, and they'd been in this room not too long ago.
She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and dropped the other down between legs.
Their training and work left her with little time to play, and she was just so wound up.

On top that, she was surround by so many /strong/ people. People who could just /crush/ her without even thinking twice.
But, they never would.
She moved her fingers in tight circles, knowing exactly what her body needed, and shuddered in delight with her release.

She stilled, half laying on Izuku's desk with drool escaping her mouth.
When her eyes fluttered open, she saw the pen beside her, saliva attaching it to her mouth. She sighed contentedly and pushed herself back up.
Anyone could've walked in on her.

But maybe that's why it was the best orgasm of her life.
She quickly buttoned up her shirt and fixed her skirt. Her panties were soaked and she grimaced at the feel of the wet between her legs, so she slid them off and shoved them into her jacket pocket.

The cool air ran through her and she shivered as a plan started to form.
She cradled the pen for a moment before wiping it off, and a heat started to build up in her again at the thought of Izuku using it after it had been in her mouth like that.
She whimpered.

After that, she cleaned every week.
She'd noticed chunks missing from Eijirou's desk thanks to his accidental quirk usage during tests, and she couldn't help but grind up on the rough edges. She thought about his large hands gripping her shoulders as he loomed over her.

She wondered if his hair would get sweaty and fall over his face, trailing down her back as he drags his sharp teeth down her spine.
Her fingers tweaked her nipples and she groaned while moving faster against the desk.
Did everything harden when he used his quirk?

Her eyes shot open at the thought of his unbreakable breaking through the soft skin of her hips. Just enough to embed the experience into her being.
Her eyes shot to the slightly ajar door of the room, but didn't see anyone there.
Her relief mixed with disappointment.

After a while, she started showing up to her clean up days without any panties.
They always got soaked by the end anyways, so just not wearing them meant one less thing to clean.
It was a fiscally responsible decision.

After a grueling week of training and spars, she'd paused before cleaning the area near Katsuki's desk.
She sat down in his seat, her bare ass kissing the cool of his chair. Her head lolled back and she rolled her hips while gripping onto the chair.

She wondered what someone as focused and brash as him would do if he knew that her slick folds left a hot trail on his seat.
If she told him in class, he'd probably singe the desk. Maybe he'd use those hot hands to singe a print onto her too.

She noticed an oblong object peeking out from the desk cubby. It was his grenade shaped pencil sharpener. Thoughts of his aggressive sharpening came to mind and she pictured his forearms flexing with every turn.
She /shouldn't/.
But, it looked like the perfect fit.

She gulped and put her legs up on his desk while leaning back on the chair, splayed wide open for anyone to see if they just pushed the door open a bit.
Her fingers were small but practiced. She flipped her skirt over her waist and started running through her folds.

One finger first and then two before she threw her head back. Soft, wet sounds filled the air when her free hand grabbed for the fake grenade.
Breathing rhythmically through her mouth she inched it into her.

The rough surface acting as ribbing and stretching her full felt so much better than her toys.
Holding it in place securely with one hand, the other rubbed tight circles around her already primed clit.
She imagined Katsuki's callouses running down her legs.

Maybe he'd use one hand to cover her mouth. Maybe she'd bite down on his fingers and get him to growl low and needy.
A few swipes later, her core clenched with her release, and her vision blurred with the fluorescent lighting overhead.