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A/N: *Gasp* ANOTHER chapter? One full of fluff and a little bit of limey goodness?! Fuck yeah it is. I actually rewrote part of this because I felt it didn't have enough fluff and that my minorly limey scene wasn't long enough, so yeah, enjoy. I like where it ended up and hopefully everybody else does to. Thanks for any reviews/favs/follows etc, they're much appreciated! Also, chances are that I will not upload this often in a week again for some time. For sure on Monday and Wednesday but until this bitch is complete on my end I'll probably be a touch more sparing with my updates, I was just kind of excited to share this one.
Thirty-Seven:
But it Didn't Go Great the First Time so Let's Try it Again!
It had been about two hours since the awkward game of Pocky had ended. Uraraka had finished the majority of her homework in that time and had had dinner. Now, she sat in her room leaned back in her desk chair looking up at her ceiling. She'd thought about putting some glow in the dark stars and planets on the ceiling but had never gotten around to it. Back at her home with her parents, her ceiling had been covered in glow in the dark stars and planets. They were like constant reminders of her quirk and the fact that in space everything would be subject to zero gravity.
Uraraka raised her hand above her head and looked at it. She took in the young, unaged skin, the pearly nails, the small mole on the inside of her wrist. Flipping her hand over she stared at the pads of her fingers, the home of her quirk factor. Her mind briefly wandered to someone like Overhaul who sometime after his capture had lost his arms. Was he still able to use his quirk despite being armless? She would be rendered quirkless if something similar ever happened to her. Quirkless, except for what was written into her genes.
The buzzing of her phone from the corner of her desk disrupted Uraraka's thoughts and surprised her enough that it made her lose control over her precariously leaned back chair and aggressively rocked forward into her desk. "Oof," she mumbled as she braced against the desk.
After taking a minute to get her bearings, Uraraka looked over toward her phone where she'd put it when she'd first come to her room. She had intentionally ignored it, feeling nervous and fluttery at the thought of getting text messages from Deku. It had buzzed a few times since she'd been in her room but she had steadfastly ignored it.
I am in love with Izuku Midoriya. The thought hit her like a slap across the face and she whipped her head in the opposite direction of her phone. They could be messages from Tsu or some of the other girls or…it could be…from…Deku. Uraraka bashfully covered her face despite the fact that she was alone and there was no one she needed to hide from.
How can I be in love with him? We're friends and we like each other, that, that's all. I'm barely 16 years old and yeah, definitely not in love! I just…just really like him is all. Being a teenager is about exploring affection and first times but not love, that's too big, she thought to herself. That was all it was. It certainly wasn't love or it certainly shouldn't be love. Love was reserved for grown-ups.
Who says you can't be in love? No one says that, you're just making excuses, whispered a painfully honest little voice and Uraraka felt her cheeks prickle with heat at that brazen thought. Even if she was making excuses, well, she just wasn't comfortable admitting that to herself. Not yet, anyway. Push that feeling down for now. It's too big to process. Maybe later I can reassess it and process it when I'm ready…but I'm not ready to do that now.
Her phone buzzed again, making her look back in its direction. While she didn't want to or didn't feel capable of processing something as big and all-consuming as love, that didn't mean she didn't want to see and spend time with Deku. Perhaps spending more time together and getting comfortable with each other would help her be able to process that other scary feeling. Or at the very least, help her find a way to shelf it.
You should check your phone, that same honest voice whispered to her. Uraraka shakily reached over to her phone and flipped it open. She had a dozen text messages, three from Tsu and nine from Deku. She looked over the messages from Tsu first.
2026 "I hope Bakugo didn't actually kill Mineta or…neuter him. He looked like death warmed over at dinner!"
2049 "Let me know if you want some company. You seemed awfully quiet when we were doing homework with Deku and then at dinner."
2055 "I'm going to go to bed Ochako but if you need anything just let me know or come by my room!"
Uraraka composed a quick apology and thank you response, feeling bad that she'd ignored Tsu despite her clearly being worried about her. Tsu saw too and knew too much but was kind enough to never broach the subject with Uraraka, instead content to wait until she was ready to bring it to her.
Her response sent away to Tsu, Uraraka nervously opened the texts from Deku, her heart now stuttering away in her chest like a drunk trying to form a coherent sentence.
2007 "Hey Uraraka! That was kind of weird today with the Pocky game, huh? I was worried about Mineta when Kacchan grabbed him and left but he was still breathing at dinner and in one piece so I guess it's okay. Do you need any more help with your homework?
2028 "That last question was stupid, sorry! You, Tsu, and I all finished our homework together. Haha, I guess I forgot, silly me! I thought your hair looked really nice today."
2050 "I didn't mean that last comment to be weird or anything, I just thought that your hair looked extra shiny and soft. Not that it doesn't look shiny or nice regularly, just today I thought it looked extra shiny and nice."
2051 "Sorry I made that weird. You can ignore what I said there."
2052 "If you do have any more homework or some studying to do, I'd be happy to help you with that! Can never be too prepared!"
2056 "We could also just talk if you want, kind of like we did before? Though, probably not accidentally sleeping over this time."
2057 "Not that that was bad! It wasn't bad at all! I mean, it was awkward and it would've been better if the morning hadn't been so surprising and confusing, but it wasn't bad! I was actually really happy to see you, er, I was surprised but ALSO happy to see you there. Having you sleep over with me made me really happy, actually!"
2100 "It made me happy to have you there with me not because you were sleeping with me, well beside me, haha! But yeah, we can totally just talk if you want. I could come to you this time. Don't need to risk the halls, I can use black whip! I'm confident enough with it now that I think I could get to you pretty easily and I could get back pretty easily too."
2105 "I think I've just been rambling. Sorry. I get nervous talking about this stuff sometimes. I kind of invited myself over too which I'm sorry for. Sorry."
The last message had been sent just a few minutes ago and after reading and re-reading them, Uraraka couldn't help but smile at Deku's awkwardness. Neither of them really had any idea what they were doing but that was half the fun of first love wasn't it?
Pushing the word love down, Uraraka hurriedly typed out a response to Deku: "Sorry! I didn't see this until just now but you don't need to be sorry, silly. I'm always happy to get messages from you! And I think I'd like it if you came to see me using black whip or not. I think I'd just be happy to see you tonight and yeah, we'll try to not have an accidental slumber party this time. Haha."
She sent the message away before she could alter it and then gently set her phone down in front of her on her desk. It had only been a few minutes since Deku had last messaged her, so hopefully he was still up and seeing his phone. She wasn't sure she could handle sending that text message off to cyberspace with no imminent response from Deku.
The phone buzzed again and Ochako carefully read the message she'd just gotten from Deku.
2111 "Okay. I should be there in about five or so minutes. See you in a flash!"
Uraraka's eyes read over the message a second time. Five minutes or so. Izuku Midoriya would be in her room in about five minutes. IN ABOUT FIVE MINUTES!? That was not nearly enough time to prepare.
In a panic, Ochako violently shoved her chair backwards and practically fell out of it. Once she'd caught her balance she shot a panicky glance around her room. It wasn't super clean but it wasn't super dirty either. Her bed was only slightly rumpled and her hamper wasn't overflowing with clothes. There were a few articles of clothing scattered about on the floor though.
She spotted her school uniform that she'd been wearing earlier, haphazardly discarded at the foot of her bed. Her stockings were also hanging off the bedpost in a rather suggestive looking way that brought an instant blush to her cheeks. Ochako hurriedly scooped up those items and tossed them into her hamper, now on the verge of being overflowing.
Her backpack was tucked under her desk, the All Might keychain that Deku had given her clearly visible. Another blush colored her cheeks as she crouched down and turned the backpack away so that the keychain wasn't facing outward.
As she stood up, she glanced down at herself and remembered that after coming up to her room, she'd discarded all her clothes for an oversized turtleneck and only a pair of silky pink panties and socks with kittens on them. She was practically nude!
"Oh no!" She hissed and hurried over to her dresser to whip open the bottom drawer that she kept various pants, shorts, and skirts in. Once the drawer was open, she paused briefly to wonder if she should actually put some thought into what she wore. Did, did she want to appear sexy? Ochako briefly wondered what that would look like and conjured an image of herself in her oversized turtleneck and her little pink panties sashaying seductively toward a red faced Deku who was sitting on her bed producing beads of sweat the size of teardrops. She immediately dismissed the imagining and returned her thoughts to the clothes in the drawer.
She saw an old pair of ratty looking leggings that she instantly rejected, a pair of shorts with smiley faces covering them that she wasn't even sure she'd be able to fit into anymore—they looked like a pair she'd worn when she was last ten years old—also something she rejected. She continued to sift through the drawer, not liking anything she'd found.
How much time had already elapsed? Certainly not five minutes, right? Which way would Deku come? Would he come via her balcony as she had or would he come via the front door? Uraraka shot a nervous glance in both directions before she grabbed a pair of grey and blue gym shorts that she struggled to get into without tripping.
There was a slight thud outside on her balcony that made her heart freeze in her chest and her awkward fumbling's with her shorts at last made her trip. Landing roughly on her side, Ochako shot a panicky gaze at her balcony where she was certain that she heard more thumping as she managed to slide the shorts on.
Rolling onto all fours, Uraraka faced the balcony, currently covered by her curtains. She leaned back onto her heels and sighed a relief when no more sound came from the balcony. Phew, still have some time, she thought to herself with relief but just as that thought crossed her mind she heard a faint scratching and then very quiet knocking on her balcony door.
That was most definitely not five minutes! She thought with alarm and rose so fast to her feet and surged forward toward her balcony that she tripped again, this time on her chair that was still roughly thrust out from her desk. As she crashed down onto her knees she cursed under her breath and shoved her chair in before shakily rising to her feet.
There was another soft knocking coming from her balcony door as Ochako finally reached it and pulled back the curtain to reveal Deku's blushing face on the other side of the glass door. He was half crouched half standing, faint lines of green energy sparking around and on him like electricity. She thought she could see a fading tendril of black whip receding into his right hand.
The sight really wasn't all that surprising. She'd seen him dozens, hundreds of times powered up like that, though not so much with black whip, but there was something different about it this time. Seeing his adorable little freckled face bashfully flushed pink, the lines of raw power rippling over him, and the frightening dark energy of black whip retracting back into him made her heart sputter and flutter in her chest. He was a vision. That thought triggered a blush of her own as she quickly lowered her eyes and quietly slid open the balcony door. Deku wordlessly stepped through a moment later.
Uraraka slid the glass door shut and pulled the curtain back over it. She paused for a split second before turning to face Deku. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest she was so nervous and excited. It wasn't even the first time that they were alone together in one of their bedrooms! Why was she so giddy!?
Exhaling quietly, Ochako turned around to face Deku with a smile and was surprised into silence as he moved forward to embrace her. She felt his arms wrap around her shoulders, his face tuck into the crook of her neck, the soft exhale of breath she heard as his chest pressed against hers. Her arms were rigidly at her sides at first but once she felt him nuzzle into her neck, she found her own arms wrapping around him in kind. He felt warm and nice against her and for a moment she forgot all about the fact that she'd tripped twice in the span of less than two minutes and that she'd left her drawer—full of potentially embarrassing clothe—wide open!
Deku released her a moment later and took a step back from her, a brighter red blush coloring his cheeks now. Uraraka couldn't help but smile at his bashful demeanor. He was just too sweet!
"Hi," she said with a lopsided smile and tilted her head to the side.
"Hi, hey," Deku replied with a shy little smile. "Sorry. I just really wanted to hug you," he admitted, not looking at her.
Her lopsided smile turned into a bright full faced smile then. "Oh, that's okay Deku. I, I, well I really wanted to hug you too today."
The green haired boy sheepishly raised his eyes to her and half mumbled, "Oh cool. I am glad."
As they stood facing each other, Uraraka now realized that she'd left her bottom drawer wide open. She felt her stomach drop as she realized that the most obvious article of clothing in the drawer was a pair of flashy hot pink fishnet tights that Ashido had given her at some point. She did not want him to see those!
"Shall we, uh, sit?" She asked with a forced smile and side stepped around him so that she stood between him and her drawer.
"Uh, sure," he said and turned to sit down on her bed. Ochako took that moment to swiftly kick her drawer shut with the softest of thuds.
Drawer closed. Crisis averted. Phew, she thought to herself in relief. She moved to try and take a seat next to him on her bed but stopped when he awkwardly held out a box of strawberry Pocky sticks to her.
"Um…I thought since, you know, earlier they were doing it, and uh, well, they suggested we do it, but you didn't want to and neither did I because that would be kind of embarrassing, but it did look fun and you know a draw between two people who like each other, because, we uh, like each other, uh, er, isn't such a bad thing plus its, Pocky and um, Pocky is tasty?" He was unable to meet her gaze during his rambling and continued to just awkwardly hold the unopened box of Pocky out toward her.
Ochako glanced from the outstretched Pocky to Deku who was furiously blushing and intently looking at his feet. She felt her heart melt as she gazed at the scene before her. Of course he'd see if she actually wanted to do the Pocky game but in the privacy of her room and only with affirmative consent. I really do love him.
"I'd love to do the Pocky challenge with you," she said breathlessly as she gazed at the mess of green locks before her.
"Okay," he said in barely a whisper.
Uraraka sat next to him on the bed as Deku fumbled with the Pocky box. After a bit of struggling, he managed to procure a stick of the Strawberry chocolate coated stick. He shot a nervous glance at her.
"Do you want to chocolate covered end?" His voice was soft, shy.
"Sure," she replied in an equally soft voice.
With the utmost care, Deku took the non-chocolate covered end in his mouth and then pointedly faced Uraraka with the other end. Despite her heart beating away like a frightened rabbit, she kept her composure and delicately took the other end into her mouth. The two faced each other, barely a hand length away from each other.
With a pace akin to a snail, Deku took a nibble on his end of the Pocky. Ochako followed suit, though she took a slightly larger bite. She found if she focused on the boy across from her instead of the Pocky, her heart would leap into her throat and she had a hard time focusing on actually making progress with the Pocky. So, she focused all her attention onto making slow progress forward with the stick. It shouldn't matter if they ended in a draw, er, kiss—they'd already kissed! This was small stuff!
So why was she so nervous?
Their noses now nearly touched and Uraraka found she could not look up from the Pocky for fear that she'd freeze and not actually end this in a draw…and that was what she wanted, right? Fuck yes! A foul-mouthed voice whispered to her that briefly made her wonder where exactly it had come from.
Deku seemed to have stalled where he was with the Pocky, his eyes having wandered up to gaze at Uraraka and getting stuck there. Ochako did her best to ignore that and pressed on with her nibbles.
And then it happened. She finished her side of the Pocky and her mouth was flush against Deku's. It was an awkward and strange kiss in that it wasn't really a true kiss, not to mention that they both had food in their mouth. They held that position for a few moments before pulling away in embarrassment and out of need to chew the candy. How had Kirishima and Ashido made it look so natural? They hadn't even done kissing before! At least, not that she knew of…
"Sorry. Kind of made that awkward," Deku apologized, his face bright red.
Uraraka laughed nervously and patted his knee reassuringly. He jumped at her touch. "Oh, sorry. I was just trying to say it's okay, you didn't make it awkward. Besides, I don't think you can really do any kind of Pocky game without it being at least slightly awkward unless the two people are like committed to full on kissing or have like done it a lot or are super comfortable with each other."
"Yeah," Deku agreed and then gently, nervously, reached out and put his hand over her hand that still rested on his knee. "Thanks for playing with me. I didn't want to do it in front of everyone but, well, when I saw what they were doing, I did think about doing it, the game, with you. I, well, I wanted to play with you."
"I'm happy to do the Pocky challenge with you anytime, Deku," Uraraka admitted quietly. They sat side by side but also were sort of facing one another on the bed connected by her hand on his knee and his hand over hers.
"Oh," he said bashfully and looked up at her and smiled, a smile that reached all the way to those brilliant green eyes. "I was a little worried about you when we were doing our homework together earlier. You were kind of just staring a lot. I thought there might be something wrong."
"No, I was, I was just listening to you and Tsu," she lied. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth…she wasn't ready to face those feelings let alone express them to him.
"Okay, I'm glad. What do you think Kacchan talked to Mineta about?" Deku asked absently and then started musing about something else but Ochako stopped concentrating on what he was saying and instead just watched him. She took in the little movements he'd make with his hands, the scars across his fingers, the way his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he smiled, his freckles, the messy hair.
At that moment she felt and overwhelming compulsion to close the distance between them and kiss him. It was not unlike when she'd felt to compelled to kiss him for the first time in the stairwell but this time the desire was stronger, the hunger she'd felt briefly before now a ravenous need.
"I mean Mineta looked okay so I guess Kacchan didn't actually hurt him, maybe he looked a little shocked, I'm not sure. But—" Uraraka suddenly cut him off by using her free hand to turn his jaw toward her and to lean in and kiss him. It wasn't a timid or shy kiss, but a hungry, needy kiss.
Ochako's other hand moved from Deku's knee to cup the other side of his face. Her thumbs traced the line of his jaw, surprisingly soft against her fingertips. She gently tugged him forward, closer to her, running the tip of her tongue along the edge of his lower lip as her hands descended from his jawline to his neck to hold him there, urging him closer.
Deku had been so taken aback by the forward movement that he'd just been stiff as a board at first, shocked by her assertive tug on him, the flick of her tongue against his lower lip. But the feel of her hands moving along his jawline and then settling to rest on his neck managed to wake a similar fire in him. His own hands moved on their own to cup her cheeks, pulling her into him, his mouth opening, inviting her in.
Uraraka was tickled to feel Deku's response to her. When his lips parted for her, she eagerly explored his mouth, taking in the unfamiliar sensations. She tentatively flicked the tip of Deku's tongue with her own. At first, he recoiled from the touch, but then she was surprised and pleased to feel her movement mirrored by his tongue.
Confidence surged inside her and mixed with the unfamiliar but aching hunger she felt for him, Ochako suddenly leaned forward, pushing him onto his back, no quite straddling him, but rather sort of crouching over him. He didn't resist her but instead moved his hands from her cheeks down along her neck and over her shoulders where they rested. She thought that if she focused on the sensation of his hands on her, she thought she could detect a quiver of anxiety or anticipation in them.
Primal instinct swiftly took hold of the two, albeit inexperienced instinct, as Ochako moved her hands down along from his neck and to the firm contours of his chest, eliciting a gasp from him. It gave her brief pause that made her pause in her kissing, afraid she'd startled or hurt him, but he surprised her instead by moving away from her mouth to kiss along her jawline and down to her neck and up toward her earlobe. It was far from skilled, more so feathery light to heavy wet kisses but each kiss seemed to trail fire in their wake. Skilled or not, she liked what he was doing.
This time she let out a little gasp as she felt the playful flick of his tongue against her earlobe. His mouth moved fluidly back down from her ear and after some struggling with the turtle neck on her sweater, to her neck where he planted delicate, feather soft kisses. One had stayed up by her neck, keeping the collar of the sweater pulled down to allow him access to her sensitive neck, while the other roamed from her shoulder and down along her side and rested on one of her hips before roaming back up, one shaky hand briefly circling the shape of her breast before falling away completely to grab onto her hip, pulling her into him.
The feel of feather soft kisses tickling her neck made her want to pant and huff, but why? She wasn't really sure, but she was sure that Deku pulling her hips into his lap, his thigh somehow slipping between her legs, made her feel like she was being tickled from the inside. There was a slow growing heat in her belly, spreading lower in a way she'd never experienced before.
Not even realizing what she was doing, her body operating purely on sensation and instinct, she'd lowered herself to him and ground herself against his thigh which made that slow growing heat in her core bloom into a forest fire of desire. The hand that had been holding onto her collar abandoned it's post and made its home on her other hip, firmly rolling her pelvis toward his own. Deku's hands felt like they were almost too warm as they flitted over her hips. Why was she feeling so overheated?!
When he'd released his hold on her turtleneck, he returned to planting kisses along her jawline and up toward her earlobe. The kisses were more feverish, more needy, but so enjoyable. An unexpected nibble on her earlobe made her hands move from his chest to his jaw, pulling his face back towards hers, their lips once again joining.
Abruptly his hands changed position and moved down along her hips to follow the curve of her backsides before curling around the front to leave feathery tickling touches along her inner thighs. That sensation alone made her gasp and then much to her shock, a little moan escaped her throat.
The sound of a soft moan escaping her throat was apparently fuel to whatever fire was burning inside Deku because the hands that had been tickling her thighs, boldly moved up and under her sweater. She could feel his hands roaming up along her belly and ribs before hesitating at the edge of her bras underwire. More, an unfamiliar and hungry inner voice demanded from within. Without even thinking about it for more than a second, Ochako fully straddled him now, pressing herself firmly against him. This movement apparently was all it took to bolster his courage because a moment later both his hands were no longer at the edge of her bra but fully planted on her breasts.
He moaned into her mouth, the sound sending bolts of electricity down her spine and flutters of butterflies flittering about in her stomach. She'd never heard him make that sound before. She decided then and there that she most definitely wanted to hear him make those sounds again; she wanted to be the reason he made those little noises.
Encouraged by the breathy moan he'd given her, her hands frantically moved from his face and jaw and back over his chest, this time slipping under his shirt. Her fingers curiously explored over the hard contours of his hardened abs, feeling a secret thrill at the way he reacted to her fingers dancing over his bare stomach. His breathing had increased, sometimes hitching in his throat but was swiftly turning into desperate pants in response to her hands fluttering their way over his abdomen and navel, resting at the waistline of his pants, a finger bravely slipping just under the hem.
One of his hands dropped away from fondling her breast and eagerly moved up to her jaw, pulling her even closer to him. The hand that remained on her chest was growing bolder by the second, his thumb tracing the outline of her bra before his thumb bravely moved entirely into the cup and brushed across a hardened nipple.
The feel of his thumb on her bare breast was enough to drive her wild. Without even realizing it, she ground herself harder against his pelvis and the firmness she felt there. The growing need in her belly was starting to feel like a fire in desperate need of quenching. Rubbing against his hard pelvis felt nice, quite nice but it only added to the mounting ache she continued to feel. Was that really his pelvis? He sort of still had a thigh between her legs but she was more centered over his hips now—was his pelvis just really that hard—oh. Oh.
A distant memory of Recovery Girl droning on about sexuality and sexual responses suddenly popped into her mind and she could practically hear the old woman saying, "in response to arousal, either mental of physical, blood flows to the penis causing it to become hard. This is an erection and a normal bodily response to arousing stimuli." So that's an erection that I'm feeling, specifically Deku's erection. Oh. Oh! He got a boner just because of me ! A secret thrill of pride shot through her mind.
However, just as this thought struck her and the quiet pride that that secretly made her feel, another vague memory of Recovery Girl came to mind, eclipsing her excitement: "When there is proper sexual arousal in the female, the blood to the vagina increases which increases cervical and vaginal secretions which acts as a natural lubricant. This is often an indicator of female sexual arousal and is often referred to as being wet."
The ancient woman's voice repeated this over and over in Ochako's head as she became acutely aware that the amount of moisture in her panties at that moment was probably more than it had ever been before. The longer she thought about it the more self-conscious she became. Sure, it was normal but was it normal to be this wet? She felt like she was a fountain that was overflowing!
A nibble on Ochako's neck broke her never ending flashback to sex ed and returned her to the present moment and the boy that was kissing and biting her neck. One hand was in her bra practically kneading one of her breasts and the other hand, where was his other hand? It'd been up on her jaw before where was it now—oh, it was down on her hip at the hemline of her shorts and about to dip over the waistband and beneath—wait, what?! NO! If he put his hand down her pants he would definitely find out how excited and wet she was and well, she wasn't ready for that!
Her eyes widened and she felt a self-conscious anxiety take hold of her that threatened to throw her into a panic. Ochako's anxiety levels rising at alarming levels, she realized that not only was she starting to panic she was on the verge of inadvertently activating her quirk. She immediately started to throw herself off Deku but wasn't fast enough to completely pull her hands off of him in time. Two fingers just brushed against his bare stomach for a slit second as she continued to withdraw but that was all it took for a delicate baby pink light to bloom at her fingertips, rendering Deku weightless.
She was already on the floor by the time she realized that she'd been just a touch too late in getting off of him before her quirk activated. Already flustered and embarrassed, Ochako immediately released him and he became weighted again. Thankfully he hadn't gained much height and landed with hardly even a thud on her bed.
Uraraka skuttled away from the bed, her back against her desk chair as she stared, mortified, at Deku who was still flat on his back. She felt like she wanted to die from embarrassment. Between the what she assumed was somehow an abnormal level of wetness in her underpants, her practically attacking him with kisses and touches, she'd also made started him floating. He hadn't really gotten that far but it just showed how overcome by desire she'd been. He'd seemed to be enjoying it but maybe he was just being polite? Deku was always polite… no, no, shut up! And stop worrying so much about how wet you are—that's a good thing stupid. He was into it and so were you until you freaked out, snapped that same voice that had urged her onward earlier. Was she really such a slave to her desire that she'd let herself succumb to such a needy and unwelcome inner voice demanding more? You are a teenager after all. Horny, hormonal, eager to explore—it's only natural. Why's it such a bad thing that you were both clearly excited? You're basically boyfriend and girlfriend and this is what boyfriend girlfriends do with one another.
"Uh, Uraraka? A-are you okay? I, I, didn't hurt you, did I?" Deku asked nervously pulling Ochako out of her tumultuous inner thoughts.
Uraraka blinked, her mind calming slightly at his voice, and took in his flushed face, messier than normal hair, rumpled shirt, and concerned face. She couldn't help but feel a timid little smile tug at the corner of her mouth. Here she was feeling embarrassed about her own arousal and desires and here he was—likely in a very similar state of arousal—worried that he'd hurt her. Far from it, she thought to herself with a timid smile.
"I'm okay and no you didn't hurt me, I, I just got a little carried away, a little too into it I guess," she admitted bashfully and lowered her eyes. She heard her bed creak as Deku moved off of it to sit in front of her. Soft, scarred hands tenderly circled one of hers.
"That's okay, I wasn't uh, I wasn't bothered by anything you did. I, I, well, I liked it, all of it," he scratched the back of his neck nervously, "guess I got a little too into it too."
But Deku—it's so embarrassing! My panties are practically drenched, she thought to herself anxiously before mentally telling herself to shut up.
"I think, well, I just realized that I was uh, like, sort of, well, really excited and then I kept thinking back to Recovery Girl talking about arousal and I couldn't get it out of my head and kinda freaked out. I feel embarrassed, I guess. I've never felt any of this kind of stuff before, certainly not with another person," She admitted nervously, tentatively raising her eyes to search his face. His gaze was off to the side but darted briefly to hers before darting away again.
"I…I was, am, er, I was really excited by all of it too. The way our bodies reacted to er, uh, the excitement is what's supposed to happen, I think," he paused briefly and gave an embarrassed glance down toward his groin and the very prominent bulge there before continuing, "but if I moved too fast or did anything you didn't like, I want you to tell me that. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do and I'd hate to move too quickly or make you feel pressured. That's not what stopped you, right?" He asked, equally as nervous.
Ochako paused briefly, her heart again beating rapidly in her chest. In truth she'd like all of what they'd just done and in no way had she felt pressured or had felt like he'd moved too quickly for her…but it had gone very fast and who was to say that it couldn't of gone even further than where it had ended? It really had just been a make out session—a first for both of them—but it had felt like it could've easily gotten to second or even third base. Would you like to go to second and third base and eventually a homerun with him? An inner voice boldly asked. Her mind quieted as she mulled it over. Yes. I would like to… eventually...but not right now.
"No, nothing you did was bad and I didn't feel like you moved too fast for me…I hope you don't feel like I moved too quickly since I feel like I was the one who was pushing things forward. Honestly, I just, well," she stumbled, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment, "I liked what you were doing. It, no, you made me feel really good but I don't want you to ever feel pressured either or like you have to do something just because I said I liked it…like if you wanted to keep it super PG and do nothing but cheek kisses and hand holding I'd be okay with that, because, what is most important to me is that you're happy." She'd squeezed her eyes shut since she felt awkward and embarrassed and had started rambling because she was so overcome with insecurity. What if when she opened her eyes there was some kind of judgement on Deku's face? What if he looked sad? What if he was disappointed? She didn't think she could exist in a world with a not happy and smiling Deku…
A moment passed and she felt those same warm, scarred hands gently touching her cheeks, urging her to look at him. She peeked one eye open and cautiously looked at him. Seeing his face, she practically melted; his face held no judgement and was purely the picture of acceptance and warmth.
"I don't think you could ever do anything that I didn't think was cute or nice. If the stuff we were doing got you excited then that's great!" His voice rose a little with excitement and he cast a nervous glance over his shoulder as if there were other's immediately nearby before continuing. "I do think that we should take things slow, because, well, I don't really know what I'm doing and the stuff that I do with you I really really want you to like. I uh, well, I don't exactly want to keep things PG—I think I like kissing and holding you too much for that," Deku paused, his cheeks flushing bright red and his eyes lowered in embarrassment, "but I don't want to like go straight for a er, um, a, uh, a homerun. I guess I want to er, take things slow, at our own pace and just do what comes naturally I guess…not that a homerun isn't natural—it is, but well, what I mean is, I want to keep doing things with you but like slowly enough so that I can learn what you like and how to get good at doing that." He'd lowered his hands to rest on her shoulders and his voice shook with an edge of anxiety.
My sweet, wonderful Deku, she thought and couldn't help but smile at him. "You're right, but I want to learn the things you like too because I'd like to get good at making you feel good too." She leaned forward then and hugged him making sure not to get too wrapped up in the feel of him and the desire she still very much felt.
Deku entwined his arms around her and patted her head soothingly. They sat like that for several minutes until the silence grew a bit heavy. At last, they stood and parted.
"It's getting a little late, you should probably go or else we'll end up like last time and have a surprise sleep over," Uraraka said softly, feeling forlorn at him going but also eager for his departure since she had a lot to think about and if she was being honest, probably some alone time to privately address lingering arousal she felt.
"Yeah," Deku agreed and moved away from her and toward her balcony door. Just as he grabbed hold of the curtain he paused and turned back toward her. "Uh, Uraraka, even though we didn't do much talking, I uh, well, I really enjoyed spending this time with you. I really enjoy spending time with you whether it's just talking or kissing or…well anything."
Ochako smiled broadly at him, feeling absolutely smitten in that moment. "I…really enjoyed it too. We should do it again, though maybe with a little bit more talking next time."
A blush dotted Deku's cheeks and Uraraka couldn't help but quietly swoon at his boyish innocence brightly on display. Deku pulled back the curtain and quietly slid the balcony door open and started to take a step outside when Uraraka rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms around him one more time. She planted the lightest of kisses against his neck.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep tight," she whispered breathlessly.
Deku surprised her by turning around and wrapping his arms around, tightly hugging her and nuzzling into her neck. Pressed against him she could feel the soft beat of his heart and could smell the faint scent of his hair and skin. It made her think of sunshine, fresh linens, and the smell of freshly fallen rain.
"See you tomorrow. Have good dreams." He planted the softest of kisses on top of her head before turning away from her. A moment later and he was on her balcony, those sparks of electric like energy bolting up around him like a storm and then he was off with one powerful jump.
Uraraka slid her balcony door shut along with her curtain and then slid down along its length to sit on her floor.
I'm only sixteen years old and love is scary and big but…but I think I am head over heels in love with Izuku Midoriya…and I might be okay with that.