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A/N: Ready for some light smut? I am. Also, you get this a little early because I've got to be working all fucking day tomorrow and will probably feel like offing myself when the shit ass day comes to an end so yeah, not a lot of motivation after that. Thanks for any reviews/follows/favs. They mean a lot! Please enjoy!

Fifty-Five

Lime? Lemon? Fuck it, Let's Call it Citrus

Ochako lie flat on her back, one shoulder pressed against the wall, the other barely a fingers width from a green haired, freckled, boy who radiated sunshine. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest; she felt like it was so loud that there was no way that Deku couldn't hear it. While she'd somehow managed to come off as relaxed and cool during round two of their evening, she was anything but.

When he'd left her earlier in the evening, she'd felt disappointed, deflated, and kind of stupid for even suggesting that he stay with her. Why had she even suggested such a thing? It was incredibly forward, especially considering the fact that they'd agreed they needed to go slow…but try as she might, she just wanted to be around him and with him. It wasn't like they lived normal teenager lives! They seemed to be constantly facing peril and if not that, they were busy with their work studies, which made regular teenage events few and far between. So how could she pass up an opportunity to sleep by his side? She had no intention of using this to push either of them to second or third base let alone a homerun, but she just wanted to have the joy of sleeping next to someone she cared about…someone she loved.

That word and the enormous weight behind it was still scary. She wasn't sure that it would ever stop being scary but she was slowly coming to terms with it and the fact that that was what she felt for Izuku Midoriya. Loving someone was kind of a hard thing to do; allowing someone to love you was even harder since it gave that person the power to destroy you. Choosing to act on loving and being loved was equally as challenging—it was a never-ending obstacle course that was wrought with uncertainties…but if you succeeded, if you moved together through the uncertain path, something truly magnificent could blossom.

She wasn't entirely sure when, but at some point she decided that she might be happy forever if she was allowed to love Deku for the rest of her days. Ochako wasn't sure that she would ever be brave enough to tell him the truth of her feelings; they were still so new to her that the thought of sharing them with another was overwhelming. Besides, she was uncertain that he felt the same depth of emotion that she felt. She quietly hoped that his feelings mirrored hers or that someday down the road he'd feel the same way she did.

Izuku shifted next to her, drawing her out of her thoughts. She looked over toward him, where like her, he lay flat on his back, close but not quite touching her. When he'd climbed into bed next to her, she'd shut off the bedside lamp—shrouding the room in darkness—but even in near complete darkness, she could make out his shape. If she leaned closer, she could probably make out whatever facial expression he was making. Her fingers were practically itching to reach out and touch him, but she kept her hands locked at her sides, fearful of where that might lead.

What if I just kissed him a little bit? Like…just on his cheek? No, no, if I do that, I know I'm not going to be able to stop myself. I'm going to want to keep kissing and touching him, she thought to herself with the softest of sighs. While she was acutely aware that kissing would probably lead to full on making out and then probably second base, she wasn't really all that opposed to the idea.

Earlier in the night when Deku had been making a beeline down her torso and toward her bellybutton, she'd been shocked to learn that the juncture between her thighs was his goal. He wanted to kiss her down south of the border. Initially, she'd been shocked and alarmed at such a thing; she'd only just discovered kissing on the lips let alone that kind of kissing! However, what she hadn't expressed to him was that when he explained that that was something he wanted to do to her, she'd been really turned on by it.

Even after he'd left and while she'd contended with his absence, she'd kept his admission of wanting to go down on her in the back of her mind. It'd been one of the primary reasons she decided that she needed to take a bath—she needed to cool off…but now here they were…in bed…together…the weight of what might happen next heavy between them.

The more she thought about him down there the more she realized that she wanted to explore down there on him too. She couldn't say that she wanted to do…mouth stuff…down there on him—yet—but she wanted to see him or at the very least, to touch him. How would he react to her touch? Would he make a little gasp like she'd heard him make before? Or would he give her one of those breathy moans that she'd been lucky enough to hear? She wanted to know…

And to think not long ago I was feeling all embarrassed about how wet he made me and now here I am barely able to think of anything aside from us being like naked with each other. Deku naked…her thoughts conjured up the image except she couldn't imagine anything beyond what she'd seen in science books when it came to his nether region. No fair! She needed a full head to toe picture—nude—to make her fantasies and imaginings accurate. Simple as that.

As if the hand closest to Deku had a will all of its' own, it began moving over the distance between them to settle over his palm that was tightly tucked against his side. Once her hand touched his, she felt him jump and make a small noise of alarm. Smooth Ochako, real smooth.

She began to move her hand away but then stopped. "Is…is it okay if I touch you?"

Deku was silent for a painfully long time by her side which made her feel anxious with worry. "How…how so?" His voice was quiet, barely audible.

I want to touch your junk, was the first thought that popped into her head and she was hard pressed not to slap herself across the face in reaction to it. Have some tact, she scolded herself and paused for a moment to think of what she wanted to say. "I…I, well, I just, I really really want to touch you, all of you. I'm not saying that because I want us to get er, hot and heavy, but because I just want to feel all of you…is…is that okay? I don't have to if you don't want that!" The last bit of her sentence she rushed to get out, fearful that she was pressuring him. She most definitely didn't want that! The things they did, it had to be consensual, they both had to want to move forward.

Another round of silence reigned supreme from Deku's side of the bed. Ochako's stomach began knotting with worry. What was he thinking? Was he freaked out? Did he not actually want to be here? Had she coerced him into staying? Was this grooming?! Was she pressuring him? Was he just humoring her? WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!

Just as Uraraka's inner thoughts threatened to overwhelm her, a soft and timid voice broke the silence. "Um, yes…I, well, I think I'd like that."

Uraraka propped herself up on her elbows and leaned over toward Deku, not believing what she'd just heard. She must have affirmative consent! "Yes? That's okay? I don't want you to feel pressured. It's okay if you aren't okay with it."

A brief pause and then another soft voice that was barely more than a whisper but somehow held a bit more confidence to it. "Yes, it's okay…I think I'd like that but," he paused and she could make out the outline of his face turning toward her, "I'd like to touch you too, if that's okay."

Insecurity and anxiety prickled at the back of her mind. She remembered how self-conscious she'd felt about her arousal a few weeks before and how just earlier in the evening she'd felt like she was so over the top aroused that if he'd gone down on her she would've feared she might drown him…wait, that was just stupid. There was no way she could drown him. Oh, stop having stupid thoughts Ochako, answer him! What do you want? Do you want him to touch you? It took her less than a minute to formulate an answer.

"You are allowed to touch me…wherever you'd like," she said in a voice nearly as soft as his. She heard a sigh escape his throat and felt bad for apparently having made him anxious enough that he sounded like he'd been holding his breath.

In the silence that followed his sigh, Ochako lowered herself to just one of her elbows and lay on her side as she faced Deku. He was ramrod straight; his hands still glued to his sides. She cautiously moved her hand over toward his chest and let it rest over his heart. Ochako was still as she felt the soft beating from his chest, albeit swift and rapid. She lowered her hand along his torso then, not dipping under his shirt, but instead feeling the planes of his well-defined abs through the thin fabric of the shirt she'd loaned him.

When she reached his navel, she paused, briefly circling the outline of his bellybutton. This made him wiggle a little bit and give a little giggle. She looked toward his face, trying to discern his expression in the dark.

"Sorry. Ticklish," he said softly.

How cute, she thought to herself as her hand resumed its descent. Her fingers traced an exploratory trail just under his bellybutton before travelling further downward and stopping at the band of his boxer briefs. The shirt she'd loaned him just barely reached the waistband of his underwear and she took this opportunity to push it up his torso a bit, exposing the lower half of his bare belly to her hand. Of course, it was dark and both Deku and Uraraka were covered with the comforter on her bed, so she couldn't actually see what she was about to touch, but she could certainly feel it.

Ochako ran a single finger along the waistband of his underwear, pausing briefly at the beginnings of the happy trail that would likely lead to a forest. Her finger skirted across the rest of the band until it met the hard contour of one of his hip bones and halted before beginning a lazy return trip, this time using not just a single finger her entire palm.

Her hand rested at the beginnings of his happy trail, her fingers brushing the elastic waistband. She thought about slipping her fingers under his briefs but decided that at least at this moment, she was content to feel him over the clothing…but she had to continue exploring. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost gulped in nervous anticipation as she dipped her hand beyond the underwear line.

Her fingers brushed against a hardness poking through the thin fabric of the All Might inspired briefs. The brief contact from her hand made Izuku jump and let out a little gasp which made her pause, curious if she'd tickled him again or startled him. Before she could question it though Deku spoke.

"S-sorry, just, s-s-sensitive. It's okay," he explained, his voice high with either anxiety or perhaps excitement.

Uraraka resumed her exploration. Her hand whispered over the hardness again, taking in a hint of softness that dipped into a solid firm length. Recovery Girl's voice echoed in her mind briefly, 'the head of the penis extends into the shaft.' So…that slight softness must be the head. What would it feel like under his clothes?

She hesitated for no more than a second as her hand returned to his waistband and dipped beneath it. She was almost immediately struck by something that was vaguely mushroom shaped and impossibly silky soft yet hard against her fingertips. Deku made a little hitching sound and gasp as Ochako's thumb circled the mushroom head before gently moving down along his length. She ran her hand to the base where her fingers brushed up against a healthy smattering of coarse hair. Again, Recovery Girl's unwanted voice echoed in her mind, 'pubic hair is a secondary sex characteristic; in biologically born males it tends to begin at the base of the penis as testicles develop, eventually becoming darker, curlier, and thicker as puberty progresses." Now really isn't the time Recovery Girl, she thought to herself in annoyance.

Her hand danced back up along Deku's length, this time applying slightly more pressure to it which elicited another gasp from him. When her fingers circled the head this time, he let out a gasp and then a groan, a sound that she had never heard from him before. She felt something akin to a pulse or twitch in the member that she held and wondered what had just happened when she suddenly felt one of his hands reach down onto hers and pull it up and out of his pants. What…?

Izuku kept hold of the hand that had been touching him and rolled her onto her back, leaning over her, his chest pressing against hers. "If it's okay…I'd really like to touch you now." The words were soft but deep, somehow like hearing liquid velvet and sent a secret thrill down her spine. Oh she definitely wanted him to touch her.

"Uh-huh, okay, yes, I-I'd like that," she said a little breathlessly, very curious and more than a little excited about what he would do.

Deku released her hand and propped himself up on his elbow, putting a little bit of space between them. His free hand practically danced its way up and under her shirt until it made contact with her bare breast. Ochako bit her tongue to refrain from gasping in response; his confidence and assertiveness was surprising was surprising to say the least. She felt him brush his thumb over her nipple which must've been embarrassingly hard and was even more surprised when she heard him groan in response to the touch. He was turned on enough to make that sound at just touching me?

Before she had time to analyze that though, his hand moved away from her breast and tickled its way down along her torso dotting along her ribs before moving inward and dancing over her bellybutton. Here his hand wavered for a split second, but long enough for the tension that was building in Ochako to feel like a dam about to burst, before his hand moved lower, the lowest it'd ever been, and gently rested against her sex.

Despite the fact that Izuku's hand was still very much over her panties she felt like he must be able to feel the dampness in the crotch of them. How could he not? Touching him earlier had been primarily about exploration for her, but there was something erotic about it and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't felt a little excited by it. However, when Izuku had rolled her onto her back and confidently taken the position of lead, she'd gotten really excited and felt like there was no way that he couldn't be aware of just how wet he'd actually made her.

His hand stayed stationary for only a short while before his index, middle, and ring finger took initiative and began to slowly stroke her. The sensation was deliciously shocking and completely alien to her—no one aside from herself had ever touched her like this or made her feel this throbbing ache low in her pelvis before. Ochako bit her lip to try to keep the gasp that was caught in the back of her throat from escaping.

Izuku lowered his head into the crook of Uraraka's neck and exhaled into her ear, which sent shivers of excitement down her spine and into the pit of her stomach. If she bit her lip any harder, she felt certain that she'd draw blood.

He surprised her even further then by scooching down along her torso and sliding up and under her shirt until his face was in perfect alignment with one of her breasts. The arm and elbow he'd been propped up on moved to join him under her shirt, now fondling her other breast. Ochako became aware of the warmth of his mouth on her chest, his tongue flicking over nipple.

The gasp that had been caught in her throat suddenly erupted at the sensation. Adding to the sensory overload she was feeling, Deku's fingers began to move slowly and deliberately along the crotch of her panties, somehow tickling just the right spot. How did he know just the right to place touch? Or was she just that excited that any spot he touched was going to send shivers down her spine?

Once the gasp escaped her mouth Izuku seemed to be spurred into even greater action, moving beyond just panty play. She barely realized that his hand deftly moved from where it was to slip beneath the hem of her undies, leaving no barrier between them.

By the time Ochako realized that his curious, eager fingers had moved beyond the barrier of her panties, it was too late. As much as she wanted to have insecure thoughts about what he'd feel when putting his hand down a girl's pants for the first time—her pants—or about pubic hair, wetness, labia size and shape or any of the insecurities someone was liable to experience from first time romantic encounters, all those thoughts drained out of her head when his thumb brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves screaming to be touched. He'd just struck gold, considering the fresh wave of aching need that shot through her. It was just a touch, nothing skilled and nothing particularly fancy, but to Ochako it was heaven. She had nothing to compare it to aside from times when she'd touched herself and that paled in comparison. While Deku lacked experience, he didn't seem to lack for intuition and initiative when it came to pleasing his partner.

His thumb brushing over that needy pearl was enough to make her hips rock forward, eager for more. Deku picked up on this almost instantly and switched from gentle stroking to small circles with his thumb. The ache—that was growing like a wildfire ripping through virgin forest—was swiftly becoming the only thing she could think of. Deku's hand that wasn't down her pants continued to gently fondle one of her breasts while his mouth and tongue lavished the other in kisses as well as the occasional nip.

The heat in her belly continued to rise to blinding levels. Her breathing picked up; her heart raced, she felt she was going to explode. The slow circles that he traced onto her weren't enough, she needed things to go just a little faster if she was ever going to successfully release the pressure rapidly building.

A moment later, without even realizing what she was doing, her own hand had travelled down along her body, enveloping Deku's and guiding him to the pressure and speed she needed. He adjusted smoothly with her guidance which began to push Ochako over the edge. She was vaguely aware that his lower body was somewhat settled over her legs, his groin furiously pressed against one of her thighs. The hand not in her pants couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to continue to fondle her breast or travel up along her chest and throat, to tickle along her neck. His face and mouth seemed thoroughly occupied with her other breast, apparently quite enjoying the sensation of a nipple and boob in the mouth.

And then without even realizing that she was as close as she was, she fell over the edge. The pressure in her loins rose and peeked and then felt like it exploded into a million stars. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out soft and very womanly sounding moans as nothing but pure satisfaction washed over her in what felt like an endless wave.

When the sound escaped Ochako's lips, Izuku abruptly stopped mouthing and fondling her breasts and travelled up the rest of the way along her torso before popping out the neck hole, stretching the limits of the baggy tee shirt. Now face to face with her, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as the hand that was down her pants suddenly dipped lower, one finger hovering at the most sacred of entryways.

A half second later and she felt that same finger dip inside her and curl forward as if beckoning her to come hither. Though still reeling from a climax, the touch was strange and foreign to her but not unpleasant. The curling of that finger somehow made her feel like she was being tickled from the inside in the most delightful of ways. She was vaguely aware that his pelvis was still smashed against her leg and seemed to buck against her every now and then.

At the same time his mouth moved from her mouth to up and along her jaw and throat before returning to her lips. His thumb brushed over her clit, briefly joining in harmony with the finger that tickled her from within. It was enough to make her moan again, rather louder than she would've liked actually, but that was apparently enough to do in Izuku who she felt jerk a final time against her thigh and breathe a throaty moan into her mouth before he started to collapse onto her. The hand in her panties stilled and moved to rest against her inner thigh.

They lay there quietly, panting and surprisingly sweaty. So much for not getting too into the moment, Ochako thought to herself with a brief pang of guilt…but this wasn't beyond second base and it'd been something that they'd both agreed to, so why should she feel guilty? She hoped that Deku didn't feel like it had gone too far. Had she pushed him too far? She'd been the one to take the lead initially, though he'd taken charge a little while after she had started touching him… did that mean he was caught up in the moment or because he wanted to explore second base with her? Was it okay that they had, well, successfully gotten to second base…? They'd sort of already been there, kind of…this was just the first time that they'd really actually touched each other in a below the waist kind of fashion. Were they supposed to feel guilty for exploring each other?

No, I don't think I should feel guilty over this; there's no reason for me to. I've done nothing wrong and we both like each other and we both agreed to this. I wanted it to happen and so did he. I don't need to feel guilty about it; banish that feeling. I didn't hurt anybody and we both soundly consented; forget any unnecessary guilt that's trying to sneak its way in and just enjoy this nice moment that I had with the boy I love—that's the most important part. I had a nice time and it appears that he did to, so just enjoy it.

Ochako felt Izuku move on her, his head ducking back under her shirt and moving down her torso before popping back out. She couldn't make out his face in the dark but could just see the outline of his hair and could tell that it was extra messy. If she'd had the lights on, would his cheeks be bright red? Would hers? Probably, yeah, almost certainly, she thought to herself.

Izuku sat on Ochako's lap, only the sound of her own heartbeat and his breathing audible in the darkness. She felt him shift his weight on her before she started to make out in the gloom that he'd brought the hand that had been down her pants up and toward his face. Uraraka couldn't tell what he was doing with that hand—staring at it? Wiping it of? Scratching his face? Tasting it? Oh please not that, she thought to herself nervously. If she hadn't been blushing before she most definitely was now.

"De-Deku? What…what are you doing?" She asked, her voice quiet and yet somehow so loud in the darkness.

"Huh? Oh, I was just, uh…well, doing…a thing," he answered, stumbling over the last part of that sentence.

"What thing?" She asked.

"Um…I was, just, uh…erm, I was just…seeing…what you…taste like," he explained, his voice now no more than a squeak, clearly embarrassed.

Oh no, he was doing exactly what I thought he was doing, she thought to herself in a panic. "Oh," was all she managed to say.

Izuku was suddenly off her in a flash and at her side, his face extremely close to hers. It was difficult to see what expression he was making exactly, but she thought she could see his eyebrows knitted together in worry, his mouth downturned.

"S-sorry if that's weird. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, honest, I just…well it's like I said earlier in the night, kissing you down there, I guess, t-ta-tasting you is something I wanted to do and since I didn't actually do that but I was er, well, since I touched you down there, I thought…I just thought that I could still try, or, do the tasting part," he stopped what he was saying then and moved his hand up to literally facepalm himself. "Sorry…that just makes it sound like I was trying some food dish or something."

Ochako couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness. She couldn't think of something to say that wouldn't necessarily make it less awkward so instead she just rolled over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was stiff in her arms for a moment before he relaxed and returned the embrace.

"That's okay Deku…I don't really understand that want but if it's something that you want then I don't mind," she said reassuringly before pulling away and lying on her side to look at him. "Sorry that that kind of well, we kind of firmly landed in second base when we said we wouldn't escalate…"

She heard Deku chuckle, low in his chest and was briefly surprised as she felt his hand come up and around her ear to tuck a loose strand of hair out of her face. "Yeah, it went kinda fast, huh? Sorry, it's not like I helped things. I kind of got carried away and a little too into it."

Uraraka hesitated before responding, uncertain of what she was about to confess to him. "You…um, you, well, I think, no, I know, you er…gave me an orgasm." Her voice sounded like it should belong to a gnome or to a Keebler elf it was so high and quiet. She could feel her cheeks burning with heat at her admission and was already regretting what she'd just said.

"Wow! Really? Like really really?!" Deku exclaimed, leaning forward so that his nose nearly touched hers. His voice was a little louder than she wanted it to be and she briefly felt worried that somebody like Ashido was going to start pounding on her door demanding to know who she had in her room with her. "Sorry, got excited…but for real?"

"Um…yes," she admitted, her voice still no more than a squeak.

"If I could do that with just my fingers oh my gosh, just think Ochako! Think of the way that I could make you feel with my mouth or tongue! Do you want me to try right now? I could totally try right now if you want!" His voice was louder again, high with happiness and excitement.

He was half down her torso before she could stop him and tug him back up to her face. "No, that's okay Deku, really…you already made me feel really good and like, I think I want to wait before we cross that bridge…I think I'd like you to do that to me," she paused briefly as she felt him shift and begin to try to descend on her again before she stopped him, "eventually, but not right now. Okay?" He's so eager to please me that it's adorable! I'm in love love with him, like head over heels.

"O-okay, if you're sure," he said softly and lay back down at her side. "You know…you touching me, it, uh, well," his voice wavered and she knew that there must be a deep red in his cheeks, "it made me uh…have, er, well…that is, I, um. I had what you had, but er, twice."

"What?" Uraraka asked, her voice now louder than it should've been. She quieted herself and repeated, "what?!"

"Well, at first when you were uh…touching me and stuff it just pushed me over the edge and it sort of happened before I could stop it and then when I started touching you, I got really excited again but really really fast. I didn't think it'd happen again so quickly or at all but like, your leg kept uh…touching…it…and then when I was feeling you and you made that sound while I was, while I, er was, inside, and then yeah, it just happened again."

Recovery Girl's voice suddenly drifted into her mind whispering words that she would've been fine not remembering. "Premature ejaculation is defined as when a male ejaculates sooner than he or his partner would like. While this can develop into a form of erectile dysfunction in sexually experienced individuals, it is common among adolescents or those that are sexually inexperienced. Especially in an adolescent or in first time encounters, it is especially common and shouldn't be looked at in a negative manner. Should it develop into dysfunction and not pass with age and experience, there are many different treatments and behavioral modifications that are available."

Gee thanks for the input, Recovery Girl, Uraraka thought to herself in annoyance. The old woman's lessons never seemed to fail to pop up when she least wanted to recall it. Why couldn't these lessons come back when she was in the middle of a test or quiz?

Of course, Deku would be prone to something like premature ejaculation, if you could even call it that since they weren't actually having penetrative sex. Not to mention, that both of them were sexually naïve and completely inexperienced. All her life she'd read stories and magazines that set the scene for how difficult it was for a woman to orgasm with another person and yet she had managed it without much effort, which she largely attributed to high levels of desire and her sexual naivety. That and a partner that seemed to take guidance well and was intuitive to her needs.

All that aside though, the bigger picture here was that she'd gotten him so excited that he'd managed to climax not once but twice! Something she'd heard was not an easy feat for men, though maybe that was more applicable to full adults rather than an inexperienced and excitable teen. She imagined that a lot of that was because of Deku's inexperience but she also felt proud that some of it was likely just the effect that she had on him. She was someone he greatly desired and just being near her was enough to excite him and that in turn, made her heart soar with pride.

"And…I did that to you?" She asked, her voice quiet, eagerness edged with uncertainty in her words.

"Yeah…you did. Just knowing you were touching me and then hearing the sounds you made was, well, even thinking about it now makes me a little excited again," he admitted bashfully.

"Oh wow!" She exclaimed, both surprised and a little impressed. Teenage boys really were athletes when it came to horniness, weren't they? Another thought occurred to her then. If he'd had two orgasms so far, how were his underwear doing? She shuddered internally thinking about poor Deku sitting in damp boxer briefs. How uncomfortable that must be! "But Deku, your underwear, are they, are they like, okay?" She asked nervously.

"Uh, yeah, it's a little messy down there, but a good wash should solve that problem!" He said cheerfully.

No, no. This will not do! Deku is slim waisted and while he doesn't have the hips that I have, I bet one of my baggier pair of gym shorts would cover him okay and act sort of like boxers maybe, she thought to herself as she shot bolt right up in bed and hopped past him. Her bed groaned with the strain as she moved over Deku and toward her wardrobe. Despite the darkness, she managed to get over Deku and off the bed without tripping or stumbling. Good job Ochako!

"Uraraka! What's wrong? What are you doing?" He asked, accidentally defaulting to her surname. "Er, sorry, Ochako!"

Uraraka squatted down at her dresser and opened the bottom drawer and rifled through it until she fingers crossed over a synthetic feeling material that was dark even against the gloom of her blackened dorm room. Yes, these are the big ones that I got at a secondhand store for a really good deal, she thought to herself and turned back around to face the bed. She was mildly surprised to see that in the short time that it'd taken her to get across her room, dig through her drawer, and for Deku to ask his question, he'd gotten up out of her bed and stood just behind her. How could he move so quietly sometimes?!

"Oh, didn't see you there, uh, these are some bigger gym shorts I have. I think that they'd fit you okay—like they won't be too tight; they'll be loose sort of like boxers, I guess," she explained and held the shorts out to him.

"You don't have to loan me more clothes. These are fin—" he started but Uraraka shook her head, the motion clearly visible even in the dark.

"No. You take these. They're too big for me anyway and besides, this way when you leave in the morning you won't feel all…," she paused briefly as she struggled to think of the proper adjective to describe something that was alien to her, "…crusty." She immediately regretted using that word. Crusty? Really? That's what you came up with? Crusty like a pizza crust or a chip. Nice. "Er, not that, er, you know, um, clean? That also sounds like bad or judgmental, which it isn't, but um, I don't know, this way you can just have something that wasn't wet or damp or whatever…here!" She lowered her head in sheer embarrassment and awkwardly thrust the shorts toward him again. Uraraka was for once grateful that it was dark in the room because if the lights were on Deku would certainly see the shame in her face and the scarlet in her cheeks.

Warm fingers brushed over hers as they took the shorts from her. "Thank you. I promise I'll take good care of them and get them back to you, okay?" She felt one of his hands come up to cup her cheek, tilting her head up just a little bit. She couldn't see him in the dark but something about that gesture made her stomach flipflop and her chest tighten. He was so very sweet.

"Okay," she said in a whisper as he moved around her and toward her bathroom.

"I'm gonna go change then and uh, you know, go to the bathroom and then, then we can sleep," he said as he slid open the door to her bathroom. She nodded at him and heard the door slide shut. Hardly a second later and she could see a thin strip of light shining from under the door. How sweet of him. He didn't turn on the light until after he'd shut the door because he didn't want to blind me. He's so sweet.

Uraraka moved away from her dresser and back toward her bed. She climbed into it and scooted over toward the wall, pausing briefly to reach behind her to the cubbies on her headboard and to grab her bedtime mitts. She slid them onto her hands and then lay down. Had Deku ever seen her in her mitts? No, she was pretty sure he hadn't but then again, none of the boys had and not many of the girls either. Tsu had but had anyone else? Then again, why did it matter? Who cares that she wore mitts to bed; it was kind of a necessity when her quirk lived in her hands and anything she touched when asleep might be subject to her quirks power.

The strip of light under the bathroom door turned off and was shortly followed by the sound of the door rolling open and then closed again. Ochako looked in that direction and could just barely make out Deku's shape in the dark. He paused by her desk, probably setting his soiled underwear down on top of his jeans. She watched as he then made his way over toward the bed and delicately slipped under the covers with her.

This time though, he didn't hesitate to scoot closer to her; the anxieties of earlier in the night apparently now long gone. He surprised her further then by scooting right up to her and softly asked, "um, is it okay if, if I, well if I lie on your chest? Like…with my head where your heart is? I promise I'm not trying to er, cop a feel, I just want to…you know, be close to you."

She felt like her heart might melt at his sincerity and the awkward, shy candor in his voice. "Yes." She blinked and he was side lying next to her, his head resting between her breasts. One of his arms was down by his side, the other rested against her waist. She felt awkward and uncertain at first, the position unfamiliar to her, but then she relaxed and moved a hand to gently stroke his hair and another to rest on his exposed shoulder.

"Thank you," he said in nothing more than a whisper.

"Any time," she whispered back and shut her eyes.

I am holding Izuku Midoriya in my arms and right now, I can think of nothing else that would make me happier than this.

In the darkness she smiled.

F/N: Not that I expect anyone on this platform to shit on Deku or my inclusion for blowing his wad or getting excited a second time, but in case somebody is going to get that way, first let me say, shut the fuck up. Adolescent boys are notorious for excitability and if you are sexually inexperienced, ie you've never had penetrative intercourse or a blow job and have only ever really done the lovin' yourself, you are basically prone to going early. In teenage boys especially this is 100% okay and shouldn't be judged harshly, even in inexperienced adults it's okay and not indicative of dysfunction necessarily. It's only when it becomes like a habitual thing that it starts to migrate into the world of dysfunction. I'm making this note because I really really hate negativity and judgement in regards to something you can't really control like premature ejaculation with males or an inability/difficulty orgasming in females. Take if from a former urology nurse who became extremely familiar with male sexual dysfunction—going early is NOT something that you should shame someone over. Okay, I'm off my soapbox now. If you made it this far, thanks for listening to my rant!