LEMON WARNING. RATED MA FOR SEXUAL SCENES.

Hello! I apologize for the seemingly endless wait time between updates. I will reiterate that I am absolutely swamped in college. Aside from that, I had a touch of writer's block for this one. I wrote, deleted, and rewrote this chapter a total of six times. I am still unsure overall but if I wait for perfection, then the story will never be updated. I hope you enjoy. The last chapter will be dedicated to tying up some loose ends.

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Her hands sifted through his frizzy green hair, they trailed along the landscape of his defined back muscles; prodding and memorizing every detail with such an intensity that one might suggest she was reading braille. She listened attentively to the sounds that her delicate touch dragged out of him; grunts, groans, whimpers, and moans he had no hope of suppressing. It was difficult to pick out these cues between her own obnoxious noises.

The intoxicating scent of sex permeated the room. How long they were there, reeling in ecstasy, neither of them were sure. They found themselves overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that jolted through them with each and every thrust. Every stolen kiss, every love bite, every time one tongue trailed the contours of a neck or collarbone, they shuddered with reckless abandon.

Each time the warmth of his body vacated her presence, she whimpered for his return. The room was dark and dangerous; even after eyes came into focus it was still hard to determine the happenings within the room.

What were merely seconds felt like minutes, hours even, that their bodies were divided. Uraraka was about to plead for his return but those words were quickly swallowed and replaced with a guttural moan that echoed about the room. His tongue had found its way to her sopping, aching folds where it treated her flower so delicately, so intimately, that it sent chills up her spine and her back arched in exasperated response.

She was sensitive from the repeated orgasms she endured throughout the night, so she couldn't help but try and squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation of her clit. Her sounds pierced the night; indifferent to the potential of being heard.

His tongue was very familiar with her mound but every time he found himself trapped between her luscious thighs, his tongue explored every crook, crevice, and cranny he could find. He analyzed her every movement, her every sound, and her every facial expression; albeit, with increased difficulty in the dead of night. His tongue gently swirled around her swollen and needy clit, sucking on occasion which made the arch in her back increase tenfold. His tongue swept voraciously along her dripping entrance; which made her whimper and practically beg for what followed. He felt his whole body melt into the mattress as her breath hitched. With his tongue now exploring her inner walls, her hands reached to grab a tuft of hair; gently pulling and tugging on it to encourage him.

She found herself closer and closer to her destination. Reverie of an umpteenth orgasm engulfed her mind and the sensitivity she once felt was cranked up to 11. Within mere moments, he was going to push her over the edge and she'd have to try her hardest not to pop his head off with her thighs. One more suck on her throbbing button would have flung her into the thralls of climax when she suddenly felt a lack of warmth between her legs.

"Deku-Kun!" She desperately yelled into the dark. She was panting and was both frantic and frustrated that he would do such a thing. He could only chuckle in response. If there had been more light, he would have found her change in facial expression to be utterly adorable.

"Deku-Kun, I was right ther–" she yelped as he turned her over onto her stomach. She reveled in the way he took control. He spread her legs apart on the bed and she felt the anticipation building up within her core.

His mouth once again took residence on her still excited clit. He licked and sucked with a new fervor that had her in a disheveled mess of arousal. It was one thing that he was eating her out so passionately in a new, euphoric position, but when she felt his hands creep along her breasts, squeezing and twisting her hardened buds she was done. Midoriya was desperately trying to hold her down as she spasmed away from his mouth; trying to ensure that he coerced every bit of pleasure out of her body.

Her convulsions stopped and she simply resigned herself to the bed, with far too little energy to move another muscle. He crawled his way along the bed and took the vacant space alongside her. His hand caressed her back, gently brushing along the curvature and maneuvering towards her hips and ass. She sighed contentedly as she faced him; him smiling in return.

"Was it good, Uraraka-San?"

"Do you even need to ask that Deku-Kun?"

He chuckled "I guess not."

She loved his laugh. She loved how his face contorted when he laughed. Even though it was dark and he was barely visible, she could picture his beaming smile. That same smile that pushed her to be the best she could be and the same smile she fell in love with. She hadn't realized she had been staring without uttering a word until she caught a glimpse of his concerned expression. She headed him off at the pass before he could let his worrisome mind wander.

"I love you Deku-Kun."

He wrapped the caressing arm around her waist and kissed her forehead gently. "I love you too."

"It's a good thing that everybody is gone home for the weekend. Who would've guessed we were the only ones who didn't have plans to leave campus this weekend. I bet they all thought we planned this but we really didn't, did we?"

"Yeah, thank god for that! There is no way they wouldn't have heard your loud moans echoing through the hallway, Uraraka-San."

"Hey! I was not that bad!" She scowled fiercely at him but to him, she was as fierce as a kitten. He couldn't help but chortle as her brows furrowed.

"Mhm, yeah, okay." She playfully hit him on the arm after finally adjusting herself from the compromising position she was in.

"What time is it anyway?" Midoriya asked, searching for a clock in Uraraka's room.

His view was obstructed by Uraraka's nude body hovering over him. "Does it matter?" Her eyes looked at him lustfully, playfully.

"Ready to go again huh?"

And with that, the darkness surrendered itself to their intimacy.