A/N: Another chapter! I hope you enjoy. I actually revised this one. Maybe it'll make sense.

First Break

Why would the faculty leave them alone in class? It was Monday. They came in to do chores and of all people, Deku and Uraraka teamed up together per their punishment for being exceptionally tardy returning from their practical assignment in Ground Beta.

The raw tension between them had lingered since the last time they saw each other. Midoriya had gone on a field mission with Todoroki and Aizawa to track a string burglaries. Never once did he mention Uraraka's name, but

Uraraka crossed her legs when standing in front of Deku. She knew she couldn't hide her arousal, so she avoided eye contact. Stretching her arms in the air, she yawned, "Everyone is gone for the day."

Deku and his shaky smile nodded. "Yeah, I guess we're the only ones here now."

"Do you think you passed that test?" she asked before bending over a desk to wipe it down.

Deku gulped, "Yeah. I'm pretty sure. I'm glad we got extra credit since we failed the practical."

"Yeah, I was pretty stressed about it," she said before pausing into silence. She frowned and turned around with blush on her cheeks. "Maybe cleaning will help."

There was a pause. Deku learned what it meant when Uraraka was stressed. He knew what he could do to help her. They never actually talked about having sex or touching each other until they were actually doing it.

He would go to her dorm late at night just to hang out, and there would be times she wouldn't let him leave without making him cum until he emptied his load. But some nights, they'd just talk about school or he'd plant a few kisses on her cheek. And that was nice too. On those nights, Deku wondered if they went too far too often.

After all, Uraraka had been much more generous than he was in terms of giving pleasure. As they wiped down desks in the classroom, he struggled to hold in his shock at the fact that he could probably count the number of times she ostensibly orgasmed.

That was a problem! He could either try harder to please her or give her space to find someone who could.

Clutching his shirt above his heart, he cringed at his own thoughts. Either way, he was the one that needed to take it easy, but they hadn't done anything sexual for days. And he lost sleep just to pleasure himself on his field assignment over the weekend.

Was it worse for his grades if he lusted or indulged? And what about her? If she hadn't had a proper orgasm in weeks, how was she faring?

Deku's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he realized Uraraka was wearing thigh high stockings instead of her usual tights. She bent over to pick up a pencil that had rolled to the floor. Tilting his head, Deku peeked to see what panties she wore but he couldn't get a glimpse.

What if she wasn't wearing any underwear? Was she like that all day?

Already, Deku began to rise between his legs.

Dear God, he wanted to walk over to strip and pound her right there. She probably wouldn't mind if he pulled off her clothes to quickly slip his dick into her for a few thrusts. Just a few. Deku could see himself penetrating through her tights to get to her sexy, plump pussy. She'd moan his name, and he would probably cum immediately inside her. Uraraka always became when he excited her. That's how badly he wanted her.

While he swept, she continued to wipe the tables. He noticed more details like the way the rim of her black thigh highs pushed into her thighs. While dreaming about taking a handful of her bottom, he idly gravitated towards her. Her sweet, musty scent had become stronger to him. He longed for the softness of her tights against his dick. Echoes of his dick slapping into her pussy rattled his mind from the week before.

Upon realizing his erection, he covered his crotch and took a seat at the desk she wiped with a moist, white rag. Her breasts had pushed against the surface and rubbed against it like it often rubbed against his body.

"What's wrong? Ya feelin' tired, Deku?" asked Uraraka with her big, brown eyes blinking up at him.

Scratching his temple, he nodded, "Yeah. You can rest, too."

"I'm okay. We're almost done anyway," she said. Suddenly, Uraraka seemed to move in slow motion as she took her time at the desk he was sitting at. "You're probably tired from your fieldwork, right?"

"Kinda. I went out a lot with Kacchan and Eraserhead. I still have trouble pursuing villains, I guess, but Kacchan's even worse," Deku chuckled.

"Did you," she began before resting a few fingers on her lips, "miss me?"

His breath picked up pace before she kissed him without receiving an answer. But not just a small peck, a long, passionate kiss where her tongue brushed the inside of his cheeks and tickled his gums. When he held the back of her head, she climbed onto the desk.

Years ago, he couldn't have dreamt that a girl like her would ever be into him - especially not a girl as sweet and cute as Uraraka. He wanted to enjoy their time together while he could.

He unbuttoned her first button then her next as she pulled down his zipper and unleashed his cock that was long enough to poke her lips as she leaned over the desk. "I want it, Deku! I'm sorry."

Deku used both his hands to grab her breasts from her bra before he stood to push his dick between them. "It's okay, Uraraka!" he grunted the last part of her name as he pushed her breasts against himself. So soft and fleshier than fruit.

"I know it's bad to do it in class but I was too scared to text you last night and I stayed up all night thinking about you."

About him? He stroked her nipples with his thumbs and relished her cries of pleasure. Gently, he thrust into the space between her breasts as they kneaded his dick.

She rubbed her hips against the edge of the desk. "Deku!"

"I'm sorry. I felt like I was pressuring you into doing things with me," admitted Deku as he steadied his pace. Already, his dick twitched against her like crazy.

"What? That's crazy! I want you so badly," she whined with her cute furrowed brow and pout. "Do you want me?"

Deku tilted his hips up so that her breasts could completely engulf his length. "Yes, yes I want you."

She hungrily climbed onto the desk to get on her knees and lied down with her bottom up.

He took that as a sign to reach over her body and dig up her skirt and stick his fingers inside her wetness. His other hand rubbed her bottom as her plush body pushed against his fingers. Carefully, he moved his fingers around inside. Oh, man, how could she be so round and soft in all the right places?

"You take such good care of others," she said before sucking his dick into her mouth. Slobber dripped from the corners of her lips. She used her breasts to continue massaging the sides of his manhood.

Deku arched his back and groaned. "I just want to appreciate you, Uraraka," he cried. Would it be possible to bust onto her like this?

The amount of moisture between her thighs shocked him. Some of it felt cold like it had been there for a while. Her disheveled hair hung in her face. Even still, by the glow in her eyes and her brilliant skin, she looked beautiful to him.

Deku pulled from her mouth and walked around to the side of the desk.

She panted. Exhausted from unleashing her desires. "Huh? Where are you going? Did it feel okay?"

"It felt great. There's just something I should be doing," he assured her with a serious glare. His brow furrowed as he thought of the best plan for their location. "Can you make yourself float, just in case, Uraraka?"

"Huh? Sure," she agreed as she looked up at him with large brown eyes filled with innocence.

"I don't want you to fall," Deku used his own hero voice when he said that. Low and with firm authority, he watched her fingers stroke the cheeks on her face. "There you go. Now, I'm going to stick my fingers inside of you deeper than before, okay? I just want to make sure you're wet."

With desperation in her voice, she pleaded, "Deku, don't be silly. I am wet! Can't you see the mess I made on the desk? When you touched my breasts, I thought I was gonna cum!"

So her breasts were definitely a sensitive spot, too. Then, he needed to concentrate on that.

Deku lifted her skirt and dipped his hand into past her panties and inside of her to feel her drench him. She was right. Flipping her over so that she faced the ceiling, he dragged his hand down the center of her body to finish unbuttoning her shirt.

Her hand immediately gripped onto his dick with her thumb at its tip.

Lowering his face, Deku sucked on one of her nipples and continued thrusting his two fingers into her. "I'll make you cum as soon as possible, Uraraka. I promise." He grabbed onto her breast before slurping the nipple into his mouth again.

"Kyah, you're sucking it so much. I'm going crazy," she squeaked.

Uraraka moved her fist up and down his length as she pounded against him and bucked her hips.

Deku rocked his hand into her with a few more fingers. He was pretty confident that he knew her limits. His hooded gaze looked down at her drooling face and all he saw was the beauty in her eyes and skin and face. "See? You can get more wet. I'll put it in after you cum so you can be even more - ehh!"

Uraraka squeezed him tighter.

She clutched his dick with all 5 of her fingers. "Deku, please. I want it so badly. I can't take it anymore," she moaned before cumming on the table. Tears in her eyes, she stared up at him as her orgasm continued. The blushes on her cheeks expanded, and she covered her groin with her hands.

But they both knew the giant mess was all from pleasure.

Deku grabbed the desk to keep himself from floating and positioned her hips between his knees. He carefully rotated her to be on all fours again. Bent over on top of the desk. "S-sorry, Uraraka. I was trying really hard not to immediately put it in like I usually do. You like it when I take it slow, right?"

"I thought I was gonna go crazy," she whined.

"Sorry," he nodded before aligning his dick to the opening of her. Shoving it into her, he stretched her body. "That's good. I mean yours good, Uraraka." Relief hit him first. He moved into her a bit further before sighing. His dick incessantly throbbed.

"It's so much."

It never got old to her. And he never grew tired of hearing her voice like that. Weak and gentle.

Deku leaned angled his legs to sit on his knees, on the small desk with his rod still penetrating her. Once he felt comfortable with the position, he immediately began to thrust wildly in a quick acceleration of speed. The desk rattled beneath them. He held her hips to keep still while he pushed himself into her. His tip slicked through her each time all the way to her limit.

"Ahh, you're moving so fast."

That meant she liked it, so he used all his energy to go faster. Grabbing her breast, he slowed down for a moment to slide into her at a deep enough angle.

He tried to slow down, but his lust roared for her. That familiar pulsation suddenly erupted cum deep inside of her.

What? Already?

"Deku!" she squealed with her face full of scarlet heat. Her pussy squeezed him.

By some miracle, he quickly pulled out and shot out another load onto her back. Was the first one empty? He bit his fingers. Sometimes that happened. Another stream of cum clouded his judgment. "This is still your safe week right?"

"Huh? Ah, I think so."

Maybe that's his punishment for delaying this. It was only his first load and he masturbated last night so the chances of anything happening were pretty slim.

It was like reaction sex. Just to get it out of their system.

They resumed cleaning the classroom and their puddle of mess off the desk.