heh kinda early, but i was wondering if you could do the classic brothers best friend trope but instead of a brother, make it a sister and the friend would be ochaco?
older sister's best friend drummer!ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!
your garage had been your older sister’s band’s practice spot since you could remember, music playing throughout the house at all times of day and night— oftentimes resulting in both her and her friends getting scolded by your mom. with time, your house became the default hangout spot, so it wasn’t unusual to find some of your sister’s bandmates casually lounging around. you basically grew up with them.
and it was probably the most cliché of clichés, getting a big fat crush on one of them— ochako uraraka, the band’s drummer. in your eyes, she had always been the textbook definition of cool, and childish admiration soon turned into something much, much hotter.
you don’t know how long you’ll be able to survive with these barely containable feelings, especially when she just keeps showing up like…this. on your couch, in a tiny top and even shorter shorts to fight the scalding heat of the season. yeah, surely someone up above wanted to kill you today.
“oh, hey y/n!” ochako greets you with a big smile. “wanna watch some tv? i’m sooooooo bored.”
“where’s my sister?” you asked, circling the couch to go grab a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. “don’t tell me she’s still at her boyfriend’s? i though i’d heard her this morning.”
“hm?” she turns around. “hey can you throw me one?” she makes grabby hands at you, and you laugh before tossing a grape in her direction. she successfully catches it, plopping it into her mouth. “—to answer your question,” she mumbles with her mouth full, “she’s going to get kyouka because her car broke down, and since she usueally picks up mina, your sister has to detour to her house as well.”
“jees, she’s getting the full tour of the city,” you snort. “tell me about it,” ochako shakes her head. “i told her she could’ve just told me to come later, but then she said that you were home and could’ve kept me company.”
you raise a brow, skeptical. “did she say that? is she actually capable of saying nice things about me?”
“nope,” she giggles. “she just said you were home, i drew the conclusion from it that you might’ve been good company.” there’s something in the way she says it that makes you falter, heat creeping up your neck, and you pray she doesn’t notice how flustered you became just from her words.
“o-oh…” you shake it off with a chuckle, then try to come up with a way to change the topic. “uhm, i put up that poster you gave me! thanks for that, by the way, it’s so cool and it looks so good. i put it on the wall where my record player is.”
ochako beams at that. “really? would you like to show me?”
oh, how that backfired.
the thought of ochako being in your room has you stalling once more, your brain filled with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be having right now. you realize you’ve been waiting too long to reply when she tilts her head. “s-sure!” you finally croak out. “o-of course, let’s go upstairs.”
“i’m sorry for the mess,” you look over your shoulder as you open the door to your bedroom. “i still haven’t finished unpacking so…yeah, it’s not too pretty.”
you weren’t exaggerating. since coming back from uni, you’ve been grabbing the clothes you wanted to wear directly from your suitcase, uncaringly dropping what you didn’t need on the floor. the only thing you did was putting back up your posters and other decorations, as well as reorganizing your figures and manga volumes on the shelves— it was still very much a work in progress, though.
“don’t worry!” ochako chuckled reassuringly from behind you. “you should see mine, even when i don’t have stuff to unpack.”
rambling is your only way to ignore just how fucking nervous you are at the moment. sure, ochako has been in your room before, but the two of you were never quite alone like this. it was either her, kyouka and mina dropping by to say hi when they came to practice, or to slip you a jell-o shot - or two…or three - during parties.
this…this was much different.
“well, i see you’ve unpacked the essentials only.”
and you’re about to come up with a playful reply before you’re following her line of sight, your face contorting into an expression of pure horror when your gaze falls on the vibrator lying on your unmade bed, only half-hidden by the sheets but still very unmistakably vibrator-shaped.
you want to die.
no, you need to die. like right now, with the floor cracking beneath your feet and sucking you into the depths of the earth.
“ah, uhm…t-that’s…i-i don’t…” you whimpering, overwhelmed by shame as ochako simply looks at you, clearly trying to fight back a laugh as she watches you squirm, not wanting to make you feel any worse. “i-i’m so sorry! this is so embarrassing,” you scramble to the bed, trying to hide it under as many pillows you can, hands shaking as you fumble with them.
ochako can’t hold back, bursting into laughter, doubled over with both hands clutching her stomach. the fact that you look like you’re about to throw up doesn’t help. “oh my gosh, sorry, sorry,” she wipes away a tear. “that’s…that was too funny, sorry. but there’s nothing to be ashamed of! if that makes you feel better, i own a few of those myself, it’s completely normal!”
you’re kneeling on the bed, hand still clutching a pillow as you look back at her. she has toys too? if you weren’t mortified enough before, the image of ochako touching herself is—
“stupid boys weren’t treating you right?”
when did she get on the bed!?
she’s sitting right next to you, so close you can smell her perfume mixed with a bit of sweat from the heat, big brown eyes staring right into yours. rosy lips stretched into a grin. you’re pretty sure she can hear how loudly you gulp.
“ah, t-that’s not—”
“or maybe girls?” she leans in, her nose only a breath away from yours.
your heart shouldn’t be beating so fast, the sound of your own blood thundering in your ears, and you’re not sure if you’re more scared or embarrassingly turned on. “i haven’t, uhm…i-i don’t really…”
admitting that you’re a virgin would surely make you look like even more of a loser. sure, there was some rubbing situation once, with an equally as intoxicated girl who was a year your senior at a party, but nothing more. because that girl wasn’t ochako.
“hm? no one, really? oh, poor girl,” she coos, and the faux sympathy in her voice has your thighs clenching together. “and i’m sure your…friend doesn’t satiate you enough, am i right?”
you can only nod.
“i can fix that.”
and you’re not sure how you end up with your shorts and panties discarded to the floor, shirt bunched up to let your tits spill free, red marks decorating the skin. ochako’s kiss is like a drug, obliterating any rational neuron in your brain and overriding it with something primal and depraved.
“oh, look at her,” she holds your thighs apart, marveling at the thick coat of glistening slick on your cunt, drooling hole clenching around nothing. “already so puffy and needy…no one’s been giving her the attentions she deserves, am i right?”
your chest heaves with panting breaths, ochako’s calloused hands manhandling your thighs is a sight that makes every fantasy you’ve ever had pale compared to the real thing. she isn’t even looking at you, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear to get even closer as she talks to your pussy, breath fanning over your sensitive core as her thumb spreads your folds.
“chako…” you call her name in a shaky whimper, but it quickly turns into a loud sob when three of her fingers come smacking! flat down on your poor cunt. your legs instinctively close shut, but she doesn’t let you, wrenching them open once more. “i wasn’t talking to you,” she chides. “i was talking to her. now, where were we—”
the sound of the front door opening downstairs has the both of your bristling. “ochako? ochako, are you still here? i brought mina and kyouka!”
you almost fall off the bed as you rush to grab your clothes and fix yourself, while ochako calmly gets up and stops on your doorway. “yeah, i was in the bathroom! i’ll be down in a minute!” she turns to you then, making sure you see her putting in her mouth those same fingers that had been coated in your juices only moments ago, licking them clean.
“thanks for keeping me company,” she chirps. “i’ll come by to say goodbye later. don’t miss me too much, ‘kay?”
┊┊a/n. i don't really know how much older ochako is 3 years at best? her and reader are a senior and a freshman in college respectively? dunno man...i wish i could've made this longer but i was revising for my exam the whole day...wish me luck for tomorrow chat :(((
