WARNING: LEMON. RATED MA. Any underage viewers are encouraged to leave the page now.

Uraraka was laying in bed after another long day when she heard her phone buzz. Before looking she had hoped it was Deku-Kun saying he'll be right over for another night of lusty fun; or at least a picture of him in all his glory. She drooled at the thought. Snapping herself out of it, she looked at her phone.

Midoriya: Uraraka-San, I think that Iida knows.

Uraraka: What do you mean he knows? How?

Midoriya: Maybe I'm being paranoid but when he talked to me in the hallway he told me he waited up for me for a while before going to bed. He touched my shoulder as he walked away and I don't know for sure but it felt like he knew.

Uraraka: What are we gonna do? Iida is so straight and narrow he'll probably tell Aizawa-Sensei! Oh god!

Midoriya: I don't know, I'll figure something out.

Uraraka: Okay.

A brief pause before she typed her next message.

Uraraka: Deku-Kun?

Midoriya: Yeah?

Uraraka: If you aren't coming over tonight…can you…at least, give me something to get by? .

If she could have seen him then she would've seen a shade of red that rivaled her own. She received no response for a while and speculated she scared him off but was also hopeful that he'd show up at her door any minute.

Her phone buzzed, breaking her out of her trance.

Midoriya: Would this do?

Upon looking at the picture, she flailed back onto her bed with a stream of blood erupting from her nose. There he was, package in hand, laid out across his bed so sexily. She debated taking the risk and sneaking over to his room but managed to build up the willpower to resist.

Uraraka: Uh…I think it will. ;)

'God' he thought 'she kills me'.

Midoriya: So, where's my reward?

No response. He assumed she couldn't contain herself and went straight at it. He was flattered that she felt that way about him and it was a real confidence boost. It definitely made up for his shit life up to this point. His phone buzzed.

Uraraka: I left it by your door!

"My…door?" he looked over at his closed door wondering how, when, and what. He decided to haul on a pair of basketball shorts just in case anybody saw him open his door with his junk bare to the wind. He twisted the knob and he was beginning to feel anxious for some reason. He had no idea what was on the other side of that door or if he'd even be prepared for it. He wasn't.

Uraraka was on the other side of his door wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that was left nothing to the imagination. He almost passed out on the spot.

She tackled him and simultaneously closed the door with her foot. They hoped that it wasn't loud enough to stir any of his slumbering floormates.

"Uraraka-San, what are you doing here?" He managed to get out between breaths. It was hard to speak with a tongue in his mouth.

"I couldn't help myself. I saw that picture and…I don't know, masturbating wasn't about to cut it."

He stifled a small laugh.

"What's so funny huh?"

"N-nothing!"

"Tell me~"

"You're just, c-cute I guess."

"You guess?" She furrowed her brow at his statement.

"Not what I meant! N-not what I meant at all!"

"I know, I'm just messing with you." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

She leaned in while straddling him on the floor. He could feel her shaky breathing against his ear and it sent shivers down his spine. "What happened to all that bravado you had the other night, Deku-Kun?" she nibbled his ear and he almost jumped.

"I-I…"

She put her fingers to his lips. It was her turn to rock the boat tonight. The boat being Deku-Kun's bed, of course.

She sat him on his bed and smirked mischievously. She noticed that when she tackled him, his shorts slid down part way revealing a defined "v" that lead to her happy place. It took everything in her to maintain her composure and not get flustered at the sight. She had to keep the pace or he'd take over like last time and embarrass her.

She loved getting manhandled last time but she wanted to make him aware that she could do the handling as well.

She yanked at the waistband of his shorts. "Off." She commanded, within inches of his face. He complied with so much urgency that she had to choke down a giggle. 'He's so god damn adorable' she thought.

His member popped free with such force that it flicked against his abs after being set free from the elastic of his waistband. She took the shorts from around his ankles and fired them across the room; shooting him a you-won't-be-needing-those-anymore look. He clasped his mouth shut to contain a moan as he felt her soft lips part around his head.

'I'll never get used to this feeling' he thought to himself, reveling in the pleasure that was Uraraka-San's mouth. He was supporting himself on his outstretched arms but as the fellatio progressively got more intense, his arms became inversely weaker. He leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows.

His sudden shift in position popped his dick free from Uraraka's mouth. The brunette looked at him with impish eyes. She ran her tongue from the head of his penis to the base of his balls and then back up again. He grunted and moaned, not even trying to smother out his primal noises; he knew it was pointless.

"What's wrong Deku-Kun?" She asked as she lubed up his shaft with her saliva. She was in ecstasy watching his expressions change with each stroke, with each gentle suck, with each lick. If she had been wearing panties, she was certain they'd be a darker shade.

Midoriya felt himself nearing climax and he wasn't ready to be spent just yet. He used all the strength he had to sit upright and grab Uraraka's cheeks. She gave him a surprised expression and he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Her assertive façade had been broken and once again she was at the mercy of that side of Deku-Kun that only she knew.

He reached for the pack of condoms in his nightstand and unwrapped it. He was far better at sheathing his weapon this time around. Uraraka was impressed at how quickly he picked it up.

"You were practicing, weren't you?" she smiled at him slyly.

He just shot her a weak smile in response as he laid on the bed. She wondered what he was doing. 'By now he'd have me pinned to the mattress, what gives?' she thought.

He looked at her with confident, strong eyes that made her insides scream at her. "Are you going to fuck me, or not?"

His actions drove her crazy. She doesn't even remember how she got there but the next that she knew she was straddling Deku-Kun; about to guide his hard-on inside of her longing folds.

He grabbed the strand of silk that held her robe together and loosened it, revealing Uraraka's curvaceous body. The sudden cold draft made her nipples pucker and twitch, much to Midoriya's amusement.

She leaned down to passionately kiss him as she slid him inside of her. He filled her up just as he did the other night; only this time there was no pain and it felt otherworldly. She managed to enjoy their last encounter even though it had felt like her insides were ripped open. With that distraction gone, she was barely hanging on to the realm of reality; Deku-Kun her only anchor.

Every little emotion that crossed Deku-Kun's handsome face made her stomach tumble. She loved watching him, to the point she was afraid it was creepy, but she couldn't resist relishing in the way she made him squirm.

They continued to meet each other halfway in their thrusts; each of them drawing near climax. They were aware that their noises were no longer muffled; and while somewhat suppressed, not completely snuffed out. They didn't care, it felt too damn good to care.

*Knock knock knock*

The dorm rooms weren't very big but Midoriya felt as if the gap between his bed and the door grew tenfold. His heart raced, his breathing became erratic, and he broke into a cold sweat. 'Are we done for?' he thought.

Uraraka hadn't noticed and was still riding him. Two thrusts and Midoriya pulled her in close and touched her forehead with his own. Instead of receiving a passionate kiss that she prepared for, her lips were met with his index finger, suggesting something was wrong.

"Somebody is at the door." He whispered.

"What are you gonna do Deku-Kun?" She whispered back.

*Knock knock knock*

He was getting more anxious. The person on the other side of that door hadn't given up. Midoriya got up and hauled on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and tried to calm himself down.

"Get under the covers and bunch up so you look like pillows" he whispered, trying to formulate a plan.

"O-okay." She just wanted to go back to fucking him and she grumbled internally at whoever interrupted their activities.

He looked in his mirror and realized that his flush skin wasn't going to get any better than its current state. 'At least I have no hickeys' he thought.

He opened the door just enough to allow vision of his body while also not being conspicuous enough for the person to question his actions. He feigned sleepiness, hoping to throw off whoever was at the door.

He looked up at an easily recognizable figure. Iida.

"What's up Iida-San?" he asked as he wiped his eye groggily.

"Nothing much. Can I come in?"