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A/N: And we're back to IzuOcha! This chapter was originally a lot longer but I ended up splitting it and changing the stories overall outline a bit. It is also the first chapter that I sort of really start to venture into the territory of mature, though I feel like the chapter I have with Kirishima and Ashido doing the deed would've landed me into the mature rating…but this chapter pushes that envelope even further and let's just say, chapters 54 and 55 continue to push that envelope. I wouldn't say it's explicit, but it could be argued that some of those later chapters push into the lemon category, though that sort of depends on what your definition is…
Fifty-Two
Because There's Always a Shoe Malfunction
After making a beeline for the crowd, Izuku and Ochako were a bit more cautious of their surroundings, ever watchful for signs of their classmates. Izuku had been quite surprised to see so many of his classmates seemingly appear out of thin air. Not that he had spoken at any length about going to the festival with anyone other than Todoroki and Kacchan. He supposed it wasn't all that shocking that others would be in attendance. Guess the cat's out of the bag, he'd thought to himself as he moved through the crowd with Uraraka.
Seeing Koda, Shoji, Satou, and Ojiro hadn't been so bad. It had actually been a positive encounter. They'd reacted so calmly and hadn't made a big deal out of the fact that he was here with Ochako or that they'd been holding hands. It had just kind of been acknowledged and accepted. That reaction had made him hopeful that whenever he and Ochako did decide to become public knowledge that no one would make that big of a deal bout it. Though that hope had been dashed after running into so many other familiar faces.
In addition to seeing so many of his classmates there'd also been Endeavor, Hawks, and Mirko! While seeing his classmates had been surprising and anxiety inducing, seeing the pros had been a pleasant surprise. Seeing them out and about and casual was any mega fanboy's dream come true. Of course, the circumstances of such an encounter could've been better. Endeavor had apparently been keeping watch over Todoroki from a distance, all without his consent and Deku couldn't help but think that such behavior was only likely to further strain an already tenuous relationship.
However, with the pro herores arrival a nice opportunity had presented itself for he and Uraraka to slip away. Though he was quietly wondering why Kacchan had pounced on Mineta and looked like he was about to murder their classmate. Then again, he was fairly certain that he'd seen Mineta earlier in the evening. The oversized trench coat that he wore was a dead giveaway.
Had Mineta been following him? That seemed unlikely but that could've been why Kacchan had reacted so to viscerally to him…but why? What part of the picture wasn't Izuku seeing? Surely his classmate couldn't have followed him to the festival in an attempt to see who he was meeting? That seemed all very improbable. What seemed even more improbable though was the possibility of Bakugo tailing Mineta to the festival because he might've been following Deku. Then again, Izuku recalled Bakugo expressing zero interest in the festival until he'd mentioned that Mineta had given him the flyer promoting it. Was Kacchan looking out for him? Was he acting as a sort of secret wingman to him? No, no, that was incredibly unlikely.
"I can't believe we ran into everybody! And the pros too! What are the odds?!" Uraraka marveled at his side, interrupting Deku's inner thoughts.
"Oh yeah, it was really weird, huh? I didn't expect to run into that many people let alone Endeavor or any of the other pros. That was kinda cool though, but the others, well…" his voice trailed off as he glanced nervously over at Uraraka. She was looking straight ahead, her brow slightly knitted in a frown.
"I wonder why Bakugo got so angry at Mineta? I bet it has something to do with whatever they talked about after the Pocky challenge. It was definitely a little weird though," she agreed as she put her fist up to her chin in thought. The line in her brow deepened.
"Do, do you think that the others like…assumed we were here together?" Izuku asked nervously. He felt his stomach flip flop nervously as he watched her face.
"I don't know…I guess we'll find out when we're at school on Monday. With the pro heroes showing up and whatever was going on with Todoroki and Endeavor, I think we probably became the last thing on anyone's mind," Uraraka added thoughtfully.
"That's true," he agreed.
The two continued through the crowd, occasionally stopping at a few festival booths to look at various merchandise or to play a festival game. Deku ended up buying Uraraka a little Thirteen keychain, not dissimilar from the one he'd gotten of All Might for her during their Christmas celebration. Uraraka then surprised him by pulling out a small All Might themed pencil pouch that she'd managed to surreptitiously buy at some point during their time at the festival. Izuku was certain that the face he'd made at her generosity must've rivaled the horrible pinched face he'd made at her during the sports festival when she'd willingly paired up with him.
After browsing the shops, playing a few more festival games and enjoying the many flowering plum trees, the two stopped for a quick bite to eat at a soba stall. While they'd had Takoyaki earlier and weren't exactly full, they were both craving something with a bit more substance than fried octopus.
As they ate their soba, Izuku remarked to Uraraka that soba was Todoroki's favorite food and how he'd always pick something with soba in it to eat when they were eating together while at Endeavor's agency. Uraraka regaled him with the time she, Tsu, and Hado had had what felt like a mountain of desserts to eat while working with Ryukyu. Though, not nearly enough mochi, or so she claimed.
Once they'd finished their food the two decided that it'd be best if they started to head back to UA. Izuku decided that even though he'd ultimately be returning to Endeavor's agency, he would most definitely walk Uraraka back UA. It was a rare treat that they could spend even just a few hours together on a weekend so he'd be an idiot to not maximize every minute he had with her. If we weren't around so many people I'd hold and kiss her, but I don't think she'd appreciate that in public, he'd thought to himself as they passed under a torii gate. He vaguely recalled the shop keeper that had yelled at them earlier in the evening for kissing. He did not want to repeat that awkward little encounter. You could always just go back to her dorm room and spend a little alone time with each other, whispered an internal naughty voice that made his cheeks instantly color red. Stop thinking creepy things, he chastised himself.
Izuku stood hand in hand with Uraraka just outside of the festival grounds, debating whether they wanted to walk to the train station or take the bus to the station, though the station wasn't that far away. UA was about a forty-five-to-fifty-minute total trip away from where the festival was taking place but with a train ride that was cut down to just around twenty-five to thirty minutes, so taking the train was the best course of action, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Uraraka crying out. He whirled around to face her and saw her hopping about on one foot, holding her other stocking covered foot in hand. Her sandal lay on the ground on its side, the strap severed. Oh no! Her zori was broken!
"Uraraka! Are you okay?" He asked as he knelt down, one hand on her hip to help stabilize her, the other taking hold of her foot. Deku looked down at the broken zori; it would be an easy fix to mend the strap but with the tools that were currently available to them—namely none—it was beyond repair. She'd have to hobble along without the shoe.
"Yeah, I'm okay, I think the strap just snapped. Shoot," Uraraka explained as she placed a hand onto Deku's shoulder for balance.
An idea suddenly struck him then. She could just ride on his back in a piggyback; what an easy fix! Besides, he'd never let her hobble along with just one shoe. He was more likely to give her his own shoes before he'd do such a thing. "You can ride on my back until we get to the train station." Izuku gently released her foot and hip and then moved in front of her, lowering himself to one knee to make her climbing onto his back easier.
"Oh okay, are you sure?" She asked nervously.
"You bet! Hop on!" He said with a bright smile.
Uraraka, grabbed her fallen shoe and then nervously moved up to him and delicately climbed onto his back. Deku hooked both her knees over his elbows as he felt her arms gently encircle his neck. A moment later and he stood and with a slight hop heaved her up higher so she rested more comfortably on his hips. Easy peezy! She's so light, he thought to himself with a smile and started to head in the direction of the train station.
As he continued to walk, his mind couldn't help but wander to the girl on his back, her legs wrapped around his hips. She's so warm against my back and the silk of her kimono feels really soft against my neck, he thought to himself as they continued. I wonder what it would feel like under my fingers, or what the obi feels like. As that thought crossed his mind, an image popped into his mind, an image of Uraraka's obi falling away and the kimono she wore spilling open revealing the garment beneath and the swell of her breasts bulging against the underrobe. Before he could stop that line of thinking his mind surged on ahead, this time to him knelt down before her, kimono wide open, the nagajuban bunched up around her low pelvis, her leg hitched up and over his shoulder, his head somewhere buried beneath the undergarment and between her legs.
Stop thinking that! He commanded himself as he felt his pants begin to tighten at such an imagining. It was a nearly identical fantasy to the one he'd had when he'd been left with that scandalous book from Mineta, except this time the details of her kimono matched what she was wearing. That somehow made the fantasy more erotic and also more forbidden. He really needed to stop thinking those things and he definitely needed to not think about the stupid book!
"Let me know if I get too heavy; I can always make myself weightless for you," Uraraka said, blessedly pulling Izuku out of his dirty adolescent thoughts.
"Oh no, don't worry about that. I could probably carry you all—wait," he stopped midsentence and mid step as an idea struck him. They didn't need waste time with walking or a train or a bus, why would they when he could just use OFA to get there?! If Uraraka had liked his brief usage of his quirk earlier in the evening, then chances were she'd really enjoy flying high with him for a lot longer that that brief encounter had yielded!
"Deku?" Uraraka questioned curiously.
"We don't need to walk or take the train! Urara, er, Ochako, I can just get us to UA using my quirk! In fact, if you make us weightless once we're up in the air it can probably even count as good practice for me—though you don't have to make either of us weightless, I can get us there easily enough regardless, but if you enjoyed flying with me earlier then this will be even more fun! Using one—my quirk—I can get us to UA in around ten minutes I think, well maybe more like fifteen since I don't need to go crazy fast, but yeah, do you want to do that?" He asked giddily, his eyes glittering with excitement.
Uraraka couldn't help but smile at him. He was practically beaming with anticipation. How could she say no to that? "O-okay. Um, I can make us both weightless like you asked, whatever you think will be easier."
"Great! Okay, hold on tight, oh and, I'm going to take your broken zori and put it in my pocket so you don't have to keep holding onto it," Izuku explained and took the shoe from her. He spent a few minutes struggling to put it into the pocket of his winter vest. The pockets were decently sized but not really made for a woman's shoe to fit into them, regardless of how small the woman's feet might've been. He struggled a bit more before he managed to get the shoe secured. "Okay. Ready?"
Ochako tightened her grip around his neck and squeezed her legs more tightly around his hips which made an unwanted flush color Izuku's cheeks. He was painfully aware of how tightly she was pressed against him. In other circumstances he probably would've savored that but not right now…right now he needed to take to the air and not be distracted by things that might be a little sexy. Or fucking hot, whispered that same naughty voice from earlier, except this time with expletives. Izuku inwardly cringed at such language. Where did that come from? Was Kacchan's potty mouth finally rubbing off on him? He most certainly wasn't a potty mouth! But maybe you are and you just don't know it, the voice suggested before he quashed it and focused on his quirk.
He bent his knees, preparing to launch into a quirk powered jump. "Here we go!" He said as lines of veridian like electricity started to spark and bounce around them. A few passersby's shot curious glances at them but most didn't pay much attention. Both of them had their temporary licenses so in theory this was perfectly acceptable quirk usage. Sort of.
A moment later and he sprung into the night sky, far faster and higher than he had earlier in the evening. In the blink of an eye, both of them were well above the festival and looking down at sparkling city lights with nothing but stars above. The green electricity like bolts continued to dance around him and increase in number as Deku gave the slightest flick of his fingers, powering it with barely 5% of OFA, propelling them further into the sky and farther forward.
"Okay, you can make us weightless now," Deku instructed, his voice rising in strength to accommodate for the noise pollution of wind rapidly passing by them.
"Sure thing," Ochako agreed and a moment later Deku saw the telltale glow of pink as she subjected both of them to her quirks power.
Any weight that he'd felt previously while holding Ochako dissipated completely while his own weight also vanished. It took him a split second to adjust to the sensation of being weightless and the changes it meant he'd have to employ when utilizing OFA or simply black whip, but since he'd continued training black whip with Kacchan and All Might and after Sero, Asui, and Uraraka had practiced with him, he felt much more confident when floating. Of course, zero gravity worked differently than user number seven's quirk—float—but the premise was similar enough that he felt secure that when he needed to utilize that quirk for the first time, he'd be able to do it smoothly. Or at least, he hoped that it'd be far easier than learning to use black whip had been.
As he adjusted to his weightless state, Izuku shifted Uraraka's weight over his hips so that he could free up his right arm for use. He released her leg from his right arm and positioned his left arm fully behind him to act like a seat for her. With his right arm now free, he extended it forward and aligned it with a nearby building that was on the taller side.
"Okay, keep a tight hold on me. I'm going to use black whip in rapid succession so we're going to be moving fast and with being weightless I can't guarantee that I'll have the same kind of stability I have when weighted. Okay?" He explained.
It was colder up in the sky, and now that they were weightless and the momentum of air force had start to wear off, they were sort of just gently floating in the sky, the city far below them, now illuminated only by the stars above. Deku quietly hoped that she wouldn't be too cold but he couldn't feel her shivering and so he was hopeful that their shared body heat would be enough to keep her warm while they travelled. He'd grown relatively accustomed to the colder temps when he skyrocketed through the air and when he was in his hero costume, he rarely felt the cold, but this wasn't something that Uraraka had likely ever had to acclimatize to.
"Alright, I'm ready!" She said, practically whispering it into his ear. If he'd been on the ground he would've jumped out of surprise. Sometime in between her rendering them weightless and him shifting her weight around, she'd essentially nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, her face and mouth practically resting against him. So sweet, he gushed inwardly his cheeks almost certainly dotted red.
A single dark tendril of black whip shot out from his right hand and easily latched onto the nearby building. Both Izuku and Ochako were propelled forward. He coupled it with a low powered OFA flick of his fingers from the hand that supported Uraraka which rocketed them toward the building at shocking speed. Izuku could feel Uraraka tighten her grip on him and squirm against him, either alarmed or excited by the speed.
As they flew toward the building that black whip had latched onto, Deku released his hold on it and sent out another tendril of darkness that attached itself onto another nearby building. The two continued this way for about fifteen or so minutes until UA's campus was in site. He crossed over UA's threshold and continued to hurtle onward in the direction of their dormitory and then what he knew to be Ochako's balcony.
You've almost arrived which means that this little sky adventure will be over…as will the date. What will you do when you get to her room? Will you leave or will you see if she wants you to stay? Do you want to stay? You remember what happened the last time you were alone in her room with her, what if that happens again? What if it goes further? Do you want it to go further? What does she want? These thoughts coiled and twisted in his mind as he drew closer to the dormitory. I don't know. I don't know. I…I don't think I want things to go further, I mean eventually, but…I don't know. I wish tonight didn't have to end; I wish we could just stay like this.
"Okay, you can release us," Deku instructed once he had Ochako's balcony in sight. A moment later and he felt the weight of both of their bodies return. He adjusted to the change even quicker this time and took hardly any time to adapt. One last tendril of black whip uncoiled from his fist and onto the railing along Ochako's balcony. He touched down less than a minute later in near silent fashion.
He exhaled a breath as his feet stood on solid ground again and took a moment to regain some stamina from his rapid journey across the city. Ochako shifted on his back and slid down and off of him to stand behind him. He was surprised at how light he felt without her and how cold he was starting to feel without her tucked onto his back.
Before he could say or do anything, Ochako silently moved past him and around her balcony to her sliding door. She wordlessly slid the door open and stepped inside the darkened room. The door remained open, the darkness and the girl within beckoning to him. Izuku felt his foot rise to enter but hesitated. You'll be alone with her in her room again. Can you prevent things from escalating?
He followed her into the darkness of her room.
Deku stood awkwardly in the dark, uncertain of where he should move to or what he should do. He opened his mouth to speak but then heard soft footfalls and the sound of the glass door sliding shut. A moment later and the blinding light of the overhead light being turned on burned into his eyes, making his squeeze them shut.
"Sorry, should've warned you," Ochako said softly in an apologetic tone. Izuku slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the brightness of the room. Ochako wasn't in front of him and he started to turn to see if she had moved behind him but then heard the sound of her curtains screeching across the curtain rod as she pulled them shut.
He turned around toward the sliding glass door and Ochako. "I was uh—" he stopped as he took in her form now illuminated with the brightness of the overhead light. Sure, he'd seen her at the festival but that had been under twilight and festival lighting and while that had cast her in an almost angelic like glow, now he could make out all the details. Now he could see the vibrance of the red poppies on her kimono, the tiny gold flowers dotting the sleeves and bottom of the gown, and he could make out the sheen of silk in the light of her bedroom. Her hair was a little ruffled now, probably messed from their trip in the air, but that only made him want to touch it even more. She was looking down at the floor, a blush on her cheeks. He took an overeager step forward and stumbled, nearly stumbling into her.
"Whoops, sorry, tripped," he mumbled as he righted himself. She still wore the white faux fur shoulder shrug over her shoulders and he felt strongly compelled to reach out and touch it or perhaps rather, to reach out and pull it off of her. "Your uh, your, shrug thing, I can, uh, I can, help you o-o-out of it." His voice was higher than it needed to be and he couldn't seem to keep the nervous trill out of his words.
"Sure," she agreed in a breathy voice and took a step closer to him. She stood just an arm's length away from him now.
Deku took a half step forward and then nervously reached out to touch the edge of the shrug. It was painfully soft under his fingers but clearly synthetic. He absently wondered if Yaoyorozu had made it or if it had actually been bought. His hand moved from the edge of the shrug and toward the middle where a small snap secured it around Uraraka's neck. Would there be much resistance when he tugged on it? Would it give way with the slightest touch?
With clearly shaking fingers, he grasped onto the shrug and gently tugged; it unsnapped without resistance. Izuku pulled the fuzzy shrug off and held it awkwardly in his hand. He looked down at it and wondered what he should do next. Despite the fact that literally nothing that had happened between them so far was sexual or erotic, he felt the beginnings of an erection beginning to develop which made his cheeks burn with shame. Why did he have to be horny around her all the time?! Was this even normal?! It couldn't be normal. Was this how Mineta felt all the time?
"So I uh, I don't think I asked, did, did Yao-Yao-er, Yaoyorozu, did she uh, did she make the kimono for you or did she just like loan a family one to you?" He asked, his voice still painfully high and tight with anxiety. He watched nervously as she nervously plucked at the kimono.
"She did. She didn't like specifically make it for me, she actually said she made it a long time ago and actually she said that I could keep this one," Uraraka explained, her gaze still on the floor as if the floorboards of her room were the most interesting thing she'd ever seen before.
Izuku's anxiety subsided momentarily at Uraraka's admission. "Wow! So she made it herself and she's letting you keep it?! That's super nice and super cool! I wonder how she makes them herself using her quirk. That seems like it'd be a lot of work. I'm going to have to ask her about it, maybe take some notes."
Uraraka's gaze darted nervously up toward him for a second before shifting back to the ground. The blush in her cheeks only seemed to darken. "Yeah, I was really surprised. She, uh, she said that she was planning on making more so she was happy to hand it over to me. It was a really nice thing to do."
Deku wondered if it was real silk but then thought better of that unless Yaoyorozu's quirk allowed her to make actual silk which he wasn't sure if it counted as real silk if it came from anything other than a silk worm. It must've been synthetic then, right? Did it feel like real silk? When he'd felt it tickling his face and the few times he'd been able to touch it, he thought it felt real. Then again, how familiar was he with silk? It wasn't exactly a material he spent a lot of time wearing or touching.
"Can I touch it? Er, I mean, I imagine it's synthetic if she made it, so I kind of wanted to touch it to compare…?" His voice trailed off and this time he lowered his gaze to the floor. You wanted to touch it to compare to real silk. As if she's going to believe that. No one would believe that. Just speak your mind: can I touch it and can I touch you?
"Yeah, of course," Ochako answered in a voice that was so quiet he could've easily missed it had he not been paying close attention.
His mind emptied as he moved closer to her, realized that he was still awkwardly holding her furry shrug before moving it to one hand, and then reached out and touched her shoulder. The fabric was soft and almost satiny under his fingers. It felt real enough to him but he wasn't exactly an expert on silk. He ran his fingers up her shoulder and toward the collar of the kimono, running along the nagajuban just visible beneath. His fingers roamed back to the collar and drifted down toward the uppermost portion of the obi. He marveled at how little he could feel her breasts through the kimono but then again, he wasn't like full palming her chest, just lightly running his fingertips along the collar. Ochako was rather shapeless in the kimono but that was the proper way to wear one, obscuring all the finer details of the female form; the curve of hips and swell of breasts exchanged for a perfect cylindrical shape. Whoever had helped her get dressed had done an excellent job of achieving the ideal shape for kimono.
I wonder how many layers she's in. Some women have to have a lot of different towels and assistive garments to make a seamless look for kimono. My mom always used to have a friend and my grandma come by to help her put on a kimono. Was it just Yaoyorozu who helped or did like Asui help her too? I wonder if she just wore the kimono and didn't have anything else on to help hide her curves, I wonder what her breasts would feel like under just one layer of silk…heavenly, he thought to himself absently as his hand wandered to the small tie in the center of the obi. Without even intending to, he'd dropped the fur shrug and moved closer to her so that all he'd need to do was lean a little forward and their lips would be touching. However, before he could even start thinking about moving in for a kiss, she did it for him.
Izuku was shocked when he realized she was stepping forward, closing the distance between them, a hand outstretched toward his face as she pressed her lips against his. His shock persisted when he felt her other hand travel from his shoulder and down along his waist to rest at his hip, tugging him closer. He felt the flick of her tongue against his lower lip, requesting entry. She made the first move and now she's asking if it's okay for her to put her tongue in my mouth. Is it okay? HELL YES!
His mouth opened in response and he felt the exquisite touch of her tongue against his. The hand that still lingered on her obi practically flew up and along her neck to cradle the back of her head, pulling her in. As her tongue made a brief retreat back into her mouth, he was suddenly emboldened and gave the gentlest of nips on her lower lip which made her gasp. A good gasp? He thought to himself nervously but the question evaporated in his mind when the hand that had been on his hip abruptly moved up under the hem of his shirt to explore the expanse of his stomach and chest while the hand that traced his jawline also moved to under his shirt except to his back, pulling him flush against her.
While he'd initially only had the beginnings of a tent being pitched, he was now a full attention and painfully aware of that fact. It was like a constant throbbing ache in his groin, albeit a pleasant ache. The hand that wasn't at the nape of her neck started moving against the silky fabric of her kimono over her chest. The kimono was pulled tightly over her middle and firmly secured with the obi so much so that he found it difficult to try and slide his hand into the robe.
He continued to struggle with her kimono when he felt her hands completely abandon his skin and pushed his hands out of the way and began to tug on the obi herself. Izuku easily redirected his hands to cup her face, pulling her into him. He repeated what she'd done on him and traced the outline of her lower lip with his tongue before he moved away and peppered her cheeks and jawline with feather light kisses.
Izuku kissed up along her jawline and up to her ear where he playfully nipped the lobe before moving down along her neck which was much more accessible than it had been when they'd done this the previous time. He doubted that his skill had improved since the last time but if he was being honest, he didn't really care all that much. Only practice would improve his ability to kiss and he was more than happy to practice as much as she'd let him.
The sweet smell of something like peonies, strawberries, and maybe a freshly baked pie filled his nose as he kissed along her neck. It made him feel like he was drunk—not that he really knew what being drunk was actually like—but he imagined it was similar to this. Her scent was intoxicating to him and somehow so much more potent than it had been any other time he'd been able to catch a whiff of it. He had the brief and anxiety inducing thought that perhaps his attention to scent made him weird or perverted but that thought dissolved into the ether when he realized that Uraraka had successfully untied the obi and that it was slowly falling off of her.
Now that she'd freed herself of her obi, he felt her hands on his shoulders and eagerly pushing off his winter vest. He was vaguely aware of the sound of it falling to floor but really he didn't pay it any attention. His attention was solely focused on the girl in front of him and the fact that she'd removed the obi belt which allowed him easier access to her soft curves. He paid little attention to a carefully rolled up towel that was secured under her bust or a few other random pieces of unfamiliar clothing that were secured along her hips and against the swell of her backsides. He was able to easily move these aside or discard them altogether.
Once they were out of the way, his hands eagerly swept in and traced the curve of her hips and moved up along to the shape of her breasts against the nagajuban. He could feel something just barely poking through the fabric of the undergarment and briefly wondered what it was before realized it was likely the outline of a nipple. Amazing, beautiful, he thought to himself as he circled a scarred thumb over it.
Once the obi had given way, the Kimono had parted giving him even greater access to her neck and throat. His hands travelled from waist to breasts and then up to her neck, pulling the collar of the robe open wider. Izuku's lips continued on their journey along her throat, stopping briefly to suck on her pulse point before lowering to the flare of her collarbone. He swirled his tongue over the prominence and scraped his teeth over it, eliciting a throaty moan from Ochako. One hand trailed down over her throat and back to her breasts, palming it and savoring the feel of it.
He felt her hook her leg up and around his hip then, smashing their pelvises together. With just the thin underrobe covering her he could feel the heat of her core practically burning it's way through his pants. Wait, why was he still wearing pants? He should take his pants off, right? He wasn't really sure what he was doing but the primal instinct in him said that he needed as few articles of clothing as possible right now.
Ochako sensuously rolled her hips forward into his which made the raging boner he had begin to dangerously throb. A few more of those and he'd teeter over the edge for certain. He suddenly became aware of her readjusting their positions with her now kissing along his jaw and down his neck where she bit him. It wasn't painful by any means but it was surprising enough that he gasped in response. This only seemed to spur Ochako onward as he saw her shrug out of the kimono entirely, letting it fall in a pile at their feet. He felt himself suddenly being moved backwards, toward her bed, the backs of his knees touching it. A moment later and he was suddenly sat on her bed and she was somehow straddling his lap. When had that happened?
Her hands were under his shirt again, tickling and touching every inch of his torso. He felt her fingers brush against his navel and settle on his belt. All he could do was pant, his breathing rapidly increasing and his heart hammering away like a rabbit being chased. Somehow his hands had found their way back to her nagajuban and managed to undo the ties there that held it together, exposing Ochako's torso clad only in a pale pink bra with black straps and a cute little bow at the center.
Izuku stopped momentarily in his kissing to stare at her naked torso adorned only in the pink bra. The sight was enough to make him make a mini mess of his pants, an experience that was completely new to him but thanks to their robust sex education the term for what he'd just experienced floated to him, pre-ejaculate. Not quite creaming yourself but pretty damn close. That first experience aside, he most definitely still had a roaring hard on that was threatening to erupt at any given second.
His mind drew away from awkward sex ed lessons and back to the girl in his lap. He stared at her, awestruck. She was a vision; no, she was a work of art and she was sitting in his lap. From her full milky white breasts practically begging to be touched, to her beautifully toned belly he was in heaven. He wanted to bury his face in her neck or her cleavage or tuck his nose into her abdomen—just be surrounded by her.
The world seemed to fall away and he pulled her into an embrace and smothered her face with kisses. Without even realizing what he was doing, he'd reversed their positions except now they were lying down with Ochako flat on her bed and Izuku hovering above her. He kissed along her jaw, down over her throat, nibbled on her collarbone before descending to her breasts. His hand briefly fondled one of them over the bra before boldly dipping into the cup, his thumb sweeping across her nipple. Ochako was arching into him, one hand under his shirt and scraping against his back, the other fisted in his hair.
What would her breast or nipple feel like in my mouth? What would it feel like to kiss her belly, to run my tongue over it? He thought to himself as he peppered her cleavage with sloppy kisses. As much as he wanted to pop one of her breasts out of the cups a stronger urge desire was eclipsing that urge. He wanted to travel lower, to the juncture between her thighs, to really taste her. The fantasy that he'd been entertaining since Mineta had given him that stupid book was playing on repeat in his mind and it was all he could think about.
He kissed down along her breasts, both his hands now pressed into them. He spared a brief glance up to see Ochako's eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks rosy, her breaths short and hitched. That image burned like the brightest of lights into his mind. There was no way he'd forget that image anytime soon. Or ever.
Izuku's kisses ventured lower, past her breasts and along her ribs. I want to taste her, echoing in his mind. As he descended to her navel he planted her with more and more kisses. His mind briefly halted as it grew closer to its goal. Once I get down there, what do I do? Duh! You know what to do, you read the book…but just because I read the book doesn't mean I actually know what I'm doing. I haven't even touched her there let alone kissed anywhere down there. What if, what if I'm not good at it? Wait, why am I thinking that, I should just go for it, right? Right?!
Anxiety prickled in his stomach making his progress at travelling downward halt. Did he really want to do this? Yes but no, but maybe? Did he really want to do one of the most intimate kisses a person could do right now? Yes? Uraraka seemed to be enjoying it and he certainly was but…but he remembered the previous time and how they'd both inadvertently gone so far so fast. They had agreed to not go that fast again. Why rush? Why rush into it when you could go slow and just enjoy a slow but pleasant journey? Make the excitement and newness of first times last a little longer. You've got time, why rush?
He recalled the way she'd scuttled off him in embarrassment and hadn't been able to look him in the eye immediately following their last encounter. He'd hated that and while he most definitely wanted to do more and descend lower, he wasn't sure that this moment right now was the right moment to do that and he didn't want to do any of that until he was certain that it was the right time. He wasn't sure that he could stand a possibility of causing her regret; regret that they'd moved too quickly and rushed something that should've been a hair slower. He wanted them both to be ready and have no regrets.
With great effort, Izuku dug deep and slowed his kissing and gently moved back up along Ochako's torso and hovered over her face. He looked down at her, cherishing her rosy cheeks and hooded eyes. Deku gently ran a hand along her cheek and smiled at her. Seeing her like this, it was like looking at a million twinkling stars; an otherworldly beauty.
"D-Deku?" She asked, her voice husky. She blinked a few times at him, some of the desire in her eyes fading.
"I, I, well, I don't want to, but I think we should stop before it goes any further," he said softly, his gaze darting away nervously. Would that make her mad? Would she be disappointed? Would she be upset?
"Oh." Her tone was surprised while also sounding deflated. That's not good, he thought to himself in a panic and looked back up at her face. She was no longer looking at him, her gaze off to the side now, her cheeks extra rosy. There was a hard line on her lips that hadn't been there before.
"Ura—" he started before stopping at inadvertently using her surname again but before he could correct himself, she spoke.
"Did, did I, um," she paused and he felt his stomach flip flop with dread as her cheeks burned an even deeper red and her mouth quirked down into a true frown, "was something I did or that you felt not good? Did you decide we should stop because of that?" Her voice was quiet now, so quiet that he almost had to strain to listen.
"NO!" He exclaimed a little too loudly. Lowering his voice he said, "No, nothing you did or ever could do would like turn me off or bother me, I just, well, I wanted to stop because things were moving really fast again and I knew if I didn't stop at where I was that I was going to like well, er, I was going to um," his voice lowered substantially, his cheeks reddening and his gaze no longer on her, "um, I was going to not be able to stop myself from kissing you, like, down there."
"What?!" Uraraka asked, her voice taking on a similar volume. His gaze moved back to her and he was surprised to see the shocked expression she wore. She looked like a cross between shock and maybe horror. Why would she be horrified and why would she be shocked?
"I'm confused…would you not like to have that kind of kiss?" He asked. Perhaps Uraraka was the type of girl that didn't like that kind of thing, though the book made it seem like it was an act that most women enjoyed and one of the few avenues that could guarantee an orgasm. Then again, that was just a book and it likely didn't apply to everyone but wait, how would Uraraka know if she did or didn't like something like that? They were both really new to this stuff, so how did she know? Did she just assume she wouldn't like it? It was a rather intimate act…
Uraraka's cheeks darkened again and she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him. "You wanted to like, kiss me down there?" She repeated incredulously.
"Yeah…" Deku's voice trailed off, now beginning to feel the first touches of shame.
"But…why?" She asked.
Why do you want to go down on her? Hmmm…well the book talked about it and it painted a pretty nice picture and honestly, I think that making somebody feel that good seems like a really awesome thing! From what I know about sex, which isn't a lot, but from what I know about it, just having penetrative intercourse with a penis and a vagina isn't very satisfying for a woman and I definitely don't want her to not feel satisfied. I think, I think her having a good time is more important to me than anything else. Plus, I don't know, there's just something kind of erotic I guess from being allowed to do that to her. It's 100% about her pleasure and the idea that I can do something that is solely focused on making her feel good is a turn on all by itself, I think. And like if she even just touched me with her hand, I'm pretty sure I'd ruin my pants with that alone…the idea of going all the way with her, well even that is enough to nearly make me lose it here and now so I think it'd probably be a good thing to do something like just pleasing her first so that I could last longer. I think…maybe I'm just rambling…
"Umm…well I guess I wanted to do that because well, I've just kind of always wanted to do that and it is like a way that I can try to make sure that you uh, well, you, er, you, eh, well you know," his voice trailed off and his gaze drifted over toward the wall. Did he really have to say it? He didn't want to say it.
"Really? But that's got to be like, I don't know, kind of gross. I mean, it gets all wet and slippery down there and er—what I mean is, I could see how that could be kind of icky." Uraraka nervously started to pull the edges of her nagajuban closed, apparently starting to feel self-conscious.
"What? No, I don't think so. I mean, I guess I could see how it could be seen that way, but I guess to me it just seems like kind of a really intimate kiss, one that focuses completely on giving and I guess I like that. I think a lot of women are supposed to—wait, you said it gets all wet and slippery, does that mean that you are those things?" He couldn't help the excited tilt his voice had taken. Was she really that excited that she was wet? The thought alone was enough to fill his heart with pride and put excited butterflies into his stomach.
Ochako's cheeks suddenly broke out in a deep scarlet and she looked away. "Um…yes?" Her voice was tiny, practically a squeak.
I made her wet! I did that! Oh my gosh! An overly excited voice from within chanted. Without even realizing what he was asking Izuku asked, "Can I feel?" He looked at her with bright eyes and leaned closer to her face.
"No!" She said in alarm and scooted to the head of the bed and away from him. The underrobe was pulled up tight around her chest and shoulders.
Oops. I might've overdone it, he thought to himself nervously. "Sorry, that was probably…weird."
A silence took shape between them, the passions of the moment switching into awkwardness. Ochako spoke then, breaking the silence that had taken root.
"It isn't weird, just I guess, more so…surprising," she admitted nervously.
"Why is it surprising?" Izuku asked, genuinely curious.
Her eyes were focused on her feet, as if there was something intensely interesting on them. "It's just, that, well, I don't know, it's kind of weird or gross that I, er, we, uh, women get that way. It seems far grosser that we turn into a slip and slide while guys just get hard. To willingly put your face and mouth down there just seems kind of…intense, though I guess it isn't that much different from a girl doing that same sort of intimate kiss on a guy." Her cheeks were bright red.
"I don't think that's weird at all. It's just what your body does and it just means that you were uh, well, excited; just like my body reacts in the way that it does when I get er, get that…uh, excited. It's not gross, it's just you." The words left his mouth faster than he would've liked them to and he instantly began to feel a level of insecurity with them. Did that make sense? Did I make it weirder? Why did I have to mention when I get excited? Male excitement is very different from female excitement! Why do I ever open my mouth wihtout thinking before I speak…
"You…you promise that you don't find it weird or gross?" Her quiet voice drew him from his thoughts and he looked at her with surprised eyes.
"Urar—Ochako, I don't think I could ever find anything that you do weird or gross. The thought that your body reacted that way because of things I was doing makes me really happy—honest! I wanted to kiss you er, down there, because it's something that I have always wanted to try and because the idea of making you feel good is really important to me. I don't ever have to do something like that to you if you don't want that though. I'm interested in doing it but I'd only want to do it because you are interested in it too. It's something I'd really like to do to, er, eh, you, but again only if you want me to." This time his words were slower and slightly better thought out. Hopefully it all made sense. He shot a tentative glance in her direction and got stuck there when he realized she had a little smile on her face.
"Okay," she said in a whisper before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're the best boyfriend in the whole world! Thank you for…explaining."
Izuku felt like his heart was expanding to new levels in his chest and knew that if she looked at him, his face would look like he'd just sucked on a lemon. He relaxed into her hug and returned the embrace, reveling in the hug.
"W-wo-would, you want me to do that same sort of kiss to you at some point?" Her voice was quiet and laced with a touch of uncertainty.
Deku felt like his heart might beat out of his chest at her question. Did he want her to do it to him sometime? For sure! But…he wasn't sure he'd even last long enough for her to put her mouth on him before losing control. The thought alone was incredibly arousing and exciting. He'd like to experience it…eventually…but it would probably have to be something they did well down the road and not anytime soon.
"Er…yes…but I'm not ready for that right now…but sometime, yeah. If you wanted to do that, I, I, er, I'd be happy to let you!" He squeaked.
"Okay then," she said softly and Deku felt her tuck her head into the crook of his neck. He could feel her breath against his skin which made his chest feel like it was tightening up. She was so lovely!
Can we just stay like this? This is so nice…I don't want it to end.
"I guess…I guess you should get going, huh?" She said quietly, practically into his ear since they were still linked together.
Deku felt his heart sink a little at the suggestion. Yes, he probably should get going. He wasn't sure how late it had gotten but knew that he really should leave before things took a turn to hot and heavy again, not to mention he needed to sleep before another full day with Endeavor tomorrow. You could just stay with her…and leave early in the morning, a naughty little voice whispered to him. No! If he did that things were certainly going to escalate! They don't have to, could just sleep next to each other, all sweet like…No! Shut up!
"I…guess…yeah…I should head out." He found it exceedingly difficult to separate himself from her but at last managed it and slowly eased his way off the bed. He looked down at the crumpled kimono and felt bad for it being carelessly discarded on the floor. Deku opened his mouth to say something but Uraraka spoke first.
"You…could just stay over with me—not like to like sleep together—I'm not ready for that—but to just sleep next to me kind of like we did before but planned this time. It…it'd be nice, I don't know, I guess nice to just sleep next to each other," her eyes were downcast as she nervously played with a strand of her hair.
Hold the phone, did she really just invite me to stay over? Do I want to? Hell yeah I do—no, no. If I accept that offer, I don't think I can guarantee that I won't get all hot and heavy again and I…I don't want that. It'd be safer to just go back to Endeavor's agency. Yes, that is what I should e on! Just SAY IT!
He struggled to form the words, his brain and mouth refusing to link up with one another. "I…I think I should probably…go." The words were like putty in his mouth and refused to come out with any real consistency.
Uraraka was quiet a moment before slowly nodding. "You're right…if you stayed, who knows what would happen," she paused briefly her cheeks suddenly taking on more color, "I really like it when you touch me and just being around you so, yeah, don't know that I'd not get caught up in…stuff…again, so it's probably for the…best."
"Okay," he agreed trying to keep his voice from rising an octave with excitement at what she'd just said. She really likes it when I touch her, the words repeated in his head like a song on repeat.
The two moved over to her balcony where she slowly rolled the door open. He took a cautions step toward the balcony, grateful for the cold blast of air as it whipped into his face. Deku turned and looked back at her. She was still in just her underrobe, her cheeks still rosy, her hair even messier now with the pretty poppy hair ornament barely clipped into place. One hand was up by her cheek as if she was cupping her own cheek, the other held the stop of the robe tightly closed. No matter what you're wearing or what you look like I think I will always love you, he thought to himself absently but that thought suddenly sent a blast of cold down his spine. Love? What? Was he in love with her? No? Maybe? She didn't even know the truth about his quirk and if he was in love with her, she should know that, right? Right?
He immediately turned back toward the icy balcony and took another step away from the girl behind him. Just as he crossed the threshold, he felt a hand touch his back. He looked over his shoulder and saw that she was holding his puffer vest in one hand, her expression timid. The broken zori no longer bulging out of one of his pockets. She must've removed it, he thought to himself.
"You don't want to catch cold," she said softly as she offered the vest to him. He gently took it, brushing his fingers with her as she passed it to him.
"Thank you," he said in an equally soft voice. "I'll see you later, Ochako."
"Bye," she said with a smile, though Izuku noted that the smile failed to reach her eyes. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to inquire what she was thinking but decided against it and leapt away. The girl on the balcony watching him disappear, her face forlorn.
F/N: Phew, this fucker was long!