Chaper 7

"So how should I go about asking her then? I kinda like her and never really had much experience with girls to be honest," Deku said shyly, rubbing his index finger under his nose.

Ochako froze, struggling to keep the trembling in her nerves at bay. Her pupils were dilated as her expression stared blankly at her friend who had come to her for lunch, like usual. Though today he asked if they could speak in private after school ended.

Assuming he was going to finally ask her out, she became elated. Waiting patiently with the world's biggest grin on her face, hands behind her back fiddling with the ends of her uniform. Mina had asked her what she was so happy about, but she gave a wink in response, teasing that she'd tell her later. Though that happy conversation never came.

"Uraraka?," he called, causing her to blink a few times, holding in the tears.

She coughed, letting out the shaky breath that she held in. "Well um.. Just be honest with her. I'm sure she'll say yes Deku, girls like someone that's upfront.," she answered, a bright smile forming on her lips.

"Really? Just that simple?"

Ochako bit her lip hard, nodding her head. "Mhm." the hands behind her squeezed so hard that her nails dug into the skin of her palms.

Dekus face lit up. "Thank you Uraraka. I'm real glad to have someone like you that I can ask for help with stuff like this."

"Yep. Go get her Deku."

He let out a joyful laugh, waving her off as he ran past with much enthusiasm. She felt the small gust hit her arms as she let them fall to her sides, lifeless and unable to catch her breath.

Ochako began to wheeze, her face hot.

Once she heard his feet far away enough, she broke out into a sprint. Running fast down the hallway, not wanting to hold in the mental break down that began to eat away at her heart. It was broken. Shattered into a million pieces, each one with hope crushed showing the reflection of visions that would never come. Why was she so stupid?, concluded that someone like him would even consider her?

It was cold, the dead of winter with Christmas being right around the corner. With the sting of the air chilling goosebumps along her skin, it fit perfectly how her mind was. Though she hadn't paid it attention, blood rushing throughout.

I have to get away. I need to go somewhere. Anywhere.

She had ran far enough that she found herself back outside their homeroom. A suitable place with everyone else being gone and out of the way.

The doors flung open, flinging herself inside before slamming them shut behind her. Her hand covered her mouth to muffle the cries that came as the hot tears trickled down her cheeks, sliding down the door onto her backside.

"I'm s-so stupid," she said aloud, balling a hand into a fist, gripping her hair tightly.

So badly she wanted the pain gone. Any type of release would help, growing desperate to ease it. There was so much pent up, putting her all into Deku only to be blindly rejected. Everyone else had seen how she looked at him, those large eyes of admiration working hard to be just as strong and courageous as he. All of it was worth nothing now. Maybe this was what she deserved for acting so foolish, expecting life to be like a movie where the main hero would swoop her off her feet. Or a fairy tale waiting for the prince to save her.

Something groaned in the depths of the room as she silenced herself, eyes flying open. She wasn't alone.

Shaking, she hesitately got up to her feet. The sound of movement startled her further as she crept up to its direction.

Ochako peered over the desk, rubbing her eyes with blurred, teary vision. Along the floor lay Aizawa half out his sleeping bag. A bottle of liquor on the side of him, sitting up while yawning. He ran a hand through his hair, moving out of his plain of sight.

She gasped under her breath, embarrassed for waking him in such a dramatic way. All she could consider was running, but surely he'd want an explanation. Nor would he be very happy from being disturbed.

His eyes met hers once he fully woke, scowl meeting widened puffy eyes.

"What the hell are you doing," he demanded.

Ochako didn't know what to do. She shuffled around the desk slowly, coming into complete view.

She noted his bare arms from the jet black muscle shirt he wore, used as an undershirt from the cloak that was draped over the back of the swivel chair. The scars littered across toned upper arms and the chiseled muscles she could make out from the tight fit. No one would've guessed that he looked that way under his unprofessional attire or the way he lazily dragged himself.

"Well?," he snapped, glaring hard at her. Aizawa just finished the entire bottle before dozing off, not yet finishing his late afternoon nap to sleep it off. Today had been a rough day grading each individual on their skills and test taking abilities, which at this point pissed him off. Yet another year with a shitty bunch.

"I um..," she blushed, wishing he'd cover up. "I'm sorry sir, I d-didn't mean to.. I'll just go," her chest pounded loudly, wanting nothing more than to be alone at the moment. She was horrified at being humiliated like this, their stern teacher being the last person she'd imagine accepting such childish behavior. Taking a few steps back, she turned ready to make a break towards the door.

"That's not an answer," he spat, grabbing his scarf by his side so it'd move and aggressively wrapping it around her waist.

She shrieked, struggling against it as he yanked her back hard.

Ochako spun around, clenching her eyes shut. But as he dragged her to him, her foot caught the end of his sleeping bag falling directly on top of him.

The sudden position made her eyes fly open, gasping at the close proximity with their faces a mere inch apart. He in return was also stunned, not meaning to pull her so roughly onto him.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa I-!"

"Enough, get off."

The smell of alcohol on his breath hit her nostrils, now aware from the reddened tint in his face that he was a little drunk.

No wonder he's pissed.

She glanced down at the scarf still wrapped around her waist, his arm holding the other end of it over his head.

"You've gotta let me go then," she shyly said.

His eyes widened at the comment though the scowl remained, immediately undoing it from her and dropping it to the ground.

Her legs remained awkwardly on either side of his hips, upon undoing it she fell forward, pressing her hands to his hardened chest to catch herself. Their noses bumped.

This position wasn't appropriate. Yet she was too scared to move around on him, growling at her from behind clenched teeth to scare her off.

Ochako glanced at him, taking in the small details of his face. Her eyes trailed to the tiny unseen scars along his chin and neck, ones usually covered under his heavy layer of clothing.

In doing so he activated his quirk, hoping it'd jerk her away.

Whatever had come over her, she wasn't sure. Her face burned with not only previous agony, but a shade of blunt actions giving way to her typically innocent mind. She could recall Mina, even though she herself was a virgin, stating something ridiculous like

"you've gotta get under someone to get over another, duh!"

Okay so maybe she shouldn't quote such a devious person who was also unexperienced. Right now she didn't care though. About anything. About getting expelled, or thrown into a different class. Hell if he'd move her to another group she'd be fine with it, as long as it gave her space from Deku.

It was selfish thinking on her part from the groggy man below her.

Aizawa didn't have time to register what the fuck this young girl was doing, other than the feel of her soft lips pressed against his, her hands flew into his hair to pull him closer and hold him in place. Burying her nails into his scalp.

Was he still drunk? Or asleep? It was heartless, a not well executed plan on her part from the quaking of her body.

Ochako's face was beet red, shakingly moving her lips once a few seconds passed and he hadn't pulled away. Her eyes were screwed tight, not wanting to look at him just yet.

Aizawa snapped to reality once she began to move, grunting as her thick thighs quivered along his hips. He was absolutely mortified, stilled in place at the shock of his student acting so boldly. Maybe she had a death wish.

Her lips moved against his, pressuring him to do so with her. And to her shock, he did. Opening his mouth to give her access as his eyes closed shut. She tasted the tangy aroma of the alcohol mixing in with her tongue while he mimicked her movements. His facial hair picked her delicate skin.

So many thoughts raced through her mind, answering questions that she'd ask herself. It felt like a thousand different invisions all at once, drowning in the content feel of this man beneath her.

Snapping out of it, Aizawa grabbed her wrist and undid them from his hair. He abruptly sat up completely as they unlocked, both panting slightly. His grip was hard, boring cold eyes into her glossy ones that scarily opened.

"We can't -"

"Please!," she pleaded with confidence. Whatever pitiful advice Mina had given in the past was working, for not a single bit of Deku was imagined in him. The sensations felt too good.

"Just… Just one time.. I'm begging you, I won't say a word."

Aizawa grunted as she rolled her hips over him, the hardening of his lower regions betraying his better judgment. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But her smaller body and need was definitely a turn on. How long had it been since he done it? Years at most. Better yet, what about her?

"I'm not looking to take anyone's virginity," he said coldly.

"It's not taking if I'm willing." her face was dead serious, pushing him back onto the floor with her small hands on his upper body. Their eyes never left each other's as she climbed over him, planting her lips back to his.

Maybe it was the liquor swimming in his mind that kept him from doing the right thing and throwing her off. He felt weak under such a burned touch, making his head spin blocking out any critical thinking. There was a part in the back of his mind that was screaming at him to stop it, but he didn't listen. Obliged under her serene touch.

Ochako was shaking nervously. She wasn't even sure that this was what she really wanted, only that it was helping. The other half adding another problem with a foreign feeling beginning to form in her lower abdomen that hurt. There was a strong tension in between her legs, moving her hips around to lift the pain. But she gave a muffled gasp as she felt his member press onto her core.

Pulling back she gaped at him, the situation setting in. His eyes fluttered for a moment.

"We can stop," he breathed, hinting at the worry plastered on her face. She was scared.

But, to his surprise, she shook her head. Biting her bottom lip as her fingers inched down from his biceps to the edge of his pants, giving them a light tug.

He raised a brow at how forward she was being.

"Whatever," he retorted, grabbing her hips and pulling her underneath him.

He balanced himself on his forearms on either side of her head, looking down at her scared face. It made him roll his eyes.

"It's gunna hurt you know," he sassed, possibly to talk her out of it. Shit, maybe to talk Himself out of it.

But still, she nodded. Making shaky hands wrap around his neck and pull him down to her, forcing their lips back together.

He only briefly kissed her before trailing them down the side of her face, leaving small peaks on her cheeks down to her jaw. He heard a soft sound emit from her, giving a positive sign that she was enjoying it.

There was a devilish pit in his body that spoke to his sadistic side, siding with himself that it was fine. Not to care about it. Suppose it was the booze in control and would push the regret down until it would force its way up later.

As he went down her throat, he reached her collerbone, giving it a playful nip. Ochako reacted accordingly, crying softly. He brought one of his hands down to the hem of her buttoned up shirt, snaking it under at the touch of her flat stomach. His actions were all slow, waiting until she'd say to stop. But never did.

Ochako bit her lip to keep from giving sounds as she felt his rough hand run along her stomach, creeping higher and higher as the fabric went with it.

Until finally he reached the edge of her bra, sliding his hand under it over her left breast. Her back arched into it, moaning as she tossed her head to the side.

Every little action he took sent fire throughout her body, easing the pain in more ways than one. It felt even more heavenly when he grinded his groin into her lower half, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. Pulling him down onto her harder. Aizawa smirked against her skin.

He fondled the large mound, gently running a thumb over the tender untouched bud. Catching the fluted expressions she made out of the corner of his eyes.

"Again, are you sure?," he said, his voice in a slur tone.

She nodded her head vigorously, passion spread across her face and her legs with it.

Aizawa wouldn't ask again. Sitting up, he pulled his hand from her shirt as she scowled, panting in wonder at what he was doing.

But to her embarrassment and horror, he placed one hand on her inner thigh with the other sliding down to her panties, inching his finger tips in a languid motion. At the sight of her face, he gave a villianish toothy grin, his canines shining in a predatoriable manner.

To say she was gorgeous was an understatement. Each part of her body fit the right areas, the talk of the beauty of the class didn't do her enough justice. Slowly but surely, the guilt was subsiding at the sight of her white, cotton panties and the angle they were in. Sitting back to take in the view.

Ochako couldn't recall ever seeing him smile like that before, so wicked yet perfect. His jawline held his face perfectly with the drunken flush in contrast to his pale skin. In a sense she felt out of place.

But any insecurities were put on the back burner the second she felt his fingers run along the outside of the material, gasping as she looked away. Fisting the edge of the sleeping bag.

He was obviously enjoying this more than she expected, but at least she was getting what she wanted. And would get even more to compare to what she was about to lose.

No regrets.

Aizawa slide his hand into the side of them, running it along her glistening slit. His grip on her thigh tightened while borrowing his teeth into the softness of her inner thigh, trying his best to compose himself before this was an early finish. By God it had been too long.

Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the scream she tried to hold back, feeling a single digit enter. He was being very careful, waiting for a sign to end it. Though her actions spoke otherwise, tossing her head back.

Her pants were music to his ears as he steadily pumped in and out, readying her for the next step. Which, hopefully, she locked the door because he sure as hell wasn't about to stop now for something so trivial.

Ochako made sure not to look at him, her virgin mind too distraught to imagine his pleasure face, nor allowing him to see hers. To think this was what could have happened with Deku. Ironically enough, she never even got to that part with him in her mind. It seemed too silly. Though now her entire body quaked, arching her back to meet the speed of his hand, forcing her to convulse at the touch.

He felt her walls tighten. Daring him to do more with her release so close. Whatever the hell was wrong earlier, this would be an easy fix, taking away the bullshit in her mind that caused her to be so upset. Not like he cared about that part. Her moans would beat listening to whining any day.

Sliding another finger into her, they came into contact with the barrier, knowing not to push further. He'd dive there with another device on his body.

Ochako's brows furrowed, her legs tensing. Something was coming that she couldn't explain, an overwhelming feel of nerves shocking on another as the blood rushed in adrenaline. She cried out, pressing her head hard into the flooring until it hurt as her mind went blank. The cries ceasing, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Aizawa grunted as his fingers were covered in her slick juices, gently pulling out of her to admire his handy work. Her chest heaved hard, letting go of the rock hard grip she held on his temporary bedding.

She couldn't look anymore beautiful, a bit of pride swelling up inside.

"Ochako," he called out, trying to catch her attention to reality.

Through her half lidded lashes, she barely made him out. Trying to control her breathing as she watched his hands move to his belt, undoing the metal piece. But it only made it quicken as a little fear rose.

He noticed it, but kept undoing. Waiting for the indication that she didn't want to.

To his surprise, she gave him a warm smile, her face seeming drunken as well. Drunk on the high that is.

Once finished, he was over her, positioning himself at her entrance.

They stared at one another, slowly bringing her arms to wrap around his broad shoulders. She seemed so small underneath his manly form and it made him remember to be extra gentle. Her lips were parted, eyes wide. He couldn't really see what she was thinking.

But she had no thoughts. No pain. No fear. Or regrets. Only indulging in the moment of newfound physical attention that had been lacking for so long.

Finally he thrusted into her carefully. Only adding the tip enough to make her bury her face into the crook of his neck, tears stinging her eyes as she felt him rock back before adding another inch.

Each thrust he entered more until he felt it breaching her barrier. It was hard to move, it being too tight. Her walls clenching him at the intrusion with her legs, locked firmly around his hips once more.

He heard sounds of discomfort coming from her.

"Are you ready?," he whispered. Only receiving an agitated nod after giving him so many.

Aizawa pulled back, only to dive all the way, breaking her innocence in one fell swoop. She shrieked loud, quickly holding her mouth against his skin to muffle it. Tears fell out of the corner of her eyes, the feel of him ripping her insides was excruciating. But she trusted this. No point in backing out now, she'd seen enough M rated things or conversations to know that it was supposed to feel amazing. And that this part was only to last a short time.

He waited, giving her time to adjust to his length. Her nails dug so hard into his back that it bled, but once the grip loosened, he confirmed the pain was leaving.

So he pulled out halfway before pushing back in. Over and over at a very slow pace. Ochako remained locked in place, the hold of her legs not coming undone just yet.

Though soon enough it began to feel better. Sensing his pace quicken to a normal one, not so torturously so that he would soon come. Her sounds had no hint of protest, only pleasure turning into soft mules beneath him.

"A-Aizawa," she stuttered.

A hand raised to carcass his scalp, she nuzzled her face around so that they'd met, forcing him into a deep kiss that he happily went along with. He grunted as she boldly bit his lip. Consciously trying to show him that she was more into this than let on.

He growled, balancing himself on one arm while the other went to hold her hip, keeping her firmly in place. His assault grew a little fiercer, bravely thrusting into her more aggressively which earned a scream from her. Ecstacy dripping at the sound of her voice.

Another wave hit, sending her head reeling. And as she threw it back in a loud scream, he bit into her neck. Never slowing down for her to come down, it only made him go harder. Breaking her at his personal limit. After all, she had wanted this from him. So it'd be done his way as the rough lover he was.

Though he couldn't contain his body anymore to continue this, her tight walls wanting everything he had as he gave a few more hard slams into her before releasing deep inside.

They both stilled, her legs loosening from their hard hold. Panting, placing his sweaty forehead on her shoulder.

Ochako simply stared at the ceiling with sleepy eyes.

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That similar look creeped onto her face as she stared at the infirmary ceiling, the white color to it causing the callback to be pictured so vividly. Very rarely would she have such wonderful dreams, and when she would she'd make sure to finish it as she awoke. It would always help the days go by, as long as he was the one playing the main role in them.

No one was here to greet her in the late hours of the day. Today would be the start of the weekend before the sports festival following. Which was nice, being uninterrupted from such a lovely dream.

A smile stretched across her face remembering the first time they had done it. So awkwardly taking advantage of each other but the outcome was worth more than she could have ever expected. Now look where they were.

A small giggle escaped her lips as she recalled how he acted after. So frightened by what to do, Aizawa didn't talk to her for over two weeks after. Which was reasonable, everyone could swear they smelled the scent of saki strongly on him thereafter when he'd enter the classroom.

She made the first move then, so she'd made the second one as well to get him over such a confused state. Though the second time he was more shy about it strangely enough.

Ochako sat up, wincing in pain from her bruised muscles. The time read 11:46am. Nearly lunch.

Carefully, she reached for the cotton balls in her ears, annoyed that Recovery Girl would scold her if she removed them herself.

So she became anxious, not only wanting to leave here, but also for the days to pass fast since she would not see him until week days when school was in session. Other than that, it was typically spent at home with her parents.

As she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her fingers felt something odd under her pillow. Her eyes scanned the room before lifting it, breathing hitched at the sight.

It was money. A large wad of rolled up cash and on the side of it, a tiny piece of paper.

She grabbed it, raising it to read in the light of the window next to her.

-you should probably get a dress for the dance. Figured you'd complain about having to spend money on it.

Her eyes widened, stilled for a moment to process the kind gesture he'd done. Crumpling the evidence up, she held it over her heart with a bittersweet smile etching across her features.

The door suddenly opened with the nurse, but she gasped at the now awake girl with a strange look on her face, surprised that she was even able to sit up.

"Are you in pain sweetheart?," she asked.

"No..," she answered, looking up at the old woman with watery eyes.

"I'm perfect."

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This chapter was by far the hardest to write lol