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works/13314198.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Uraraka_Ochako
  Character:
      Uraraka_Ochako, Midoriya_Izuku, Ashido_Mina
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Romantic_Fluff, Underage_Sex, both_are_underage, Falling_In_Love,
      Teenagers, Teen_Romance, Horny_Teenagers, Masturbation, Mutual
      Masturbation, Body_Worship, Making_Out, Sex_Positive
  Series:
      Part 3 of Falling_in_Love_with_You_(Forever_and_Ever)
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-08 Words: 2834
****** Breathless Perfection ******
by LadyArinn
Notes
     Hello!
     My main thing with writing these two was that I wanted to write
     fluffy, cutesy teens falling in love and discovering themselves and
     each other. With a positive attitude toward sex and being with one
     another.
     So, enjoy!
 
“He’ll realize it eventually.” Mina told her warmly and Ochako jumped, whirling
around to see the pink skinned girl giving her a supportive look.
“W-What?” Ochako stuttered, following Mina’s pointed gaze to see Deku playing a
video game with Denki, Kirishima cheering them both on. Ochako flushed as she
realized that she had been caught staring at the boy, or more specifically how
the slightly too big black tank-top revealed flashes of his collarbone and
chest, and his arms…
“Right.” She squeaked, flushing and ducking her head so that she didn't have to
see the sympathetic and encouraging look the girl was giving her. “Um,
goodnight then.” She managed, hurrying out of the living room and into her
dorm. She throws herself onto her bed, covering her flushed face with her hands
and trying her best to muffle her sound of embarrassment.
She needed to calm down before someone noticed that she and Deku were more than
friends, where one had a little bit too big and too obvious crush on the other.
She changes into her pajamas - a blue t shirt she mighthave stolen from Deku
and a pair of silver basketball shorts -- and lays on her stomach on her bed,
feet in the air and earbuds in as she flipped through a fashion magazine Momo
had leant her because she had said there was a really good interview with
several heroines on how they had designed and changed their costumes through
the years.
As she tried to figure out what one dress before the article was made out of,
she noticed a bit of movement outside her window and jerked in surprise to see
Izuku crouching just outside on her slim little balcony, smiling and waving
sheepishly when she looked up.
“What are you doing?” She hissed, giggling as she opened up her balcony door to
let him in. He shushed her, giggling a little as well.
“Aoyama and Denki are messing around in the hallway.” He told her quietly,
shrugging a little and fidgeting as she watched him with a small smile. “And
we… We haven’t been able to hang out as much these past few weeks because of
how intense training has gotten and I thought maybe we could just hang out for
a bit.”
She can’t help but grin, feeling warm at just how sweet that was and how funny
the thought of him scaling down the outside of the building was. She reaches
out and takes his face into her hands, careful not to touch him with all of her
fingers, and pulls him to her, giggling into the sweet kiss.
“I’d like that.” She whispered, and he smiled back at her, face red and unable
to meet her eyes for too long without becoming even more embarrassed.
They sit down at the chabudai and talk a little bit about the random sort of
things you find yourself talking about late at night, half made plans and
thoughts that occurred as they spoke.
Ochako talked about working in her father’s construction business every break,
how much she wants to help her parents and how she had realized just how
unhappy she would have been if she had stayed just to take over the business
like she had also planned. She also revealed that she absolutely couldn’t stand
jellyfish because of one that had stung her when she was little, she liked
spicy foods but had a difficult time eating them, and that she had never been
able to sit through a horror movie.
Izuku confessed, quietly, that he hadn’t seen his father  in years, that he
sometimes forgot what the man even looked like because they had very few
pictures of him. That he knew his mother was lonely but would never say
anything about it. That he really, reallydidn’t like spiders or spicy food, and
that he had seen a whole horror movie once but he certainly hadn’t liked it.
It feels almost natural for the both of them to move into each other's orbit as
they speak, eventually ending up sitting beside each other, sides pressed
together and heads close as they whisper little secrets to each other. They’re
not important secrets, just musings they had never shared before or little
facts about themselves not very many people knew. Their hands met and threaded
together, fingers playing as they talked, and from all of this it was almost
like the inevitable was occurring when they shifted just slightly and their
lips met.
It had been months now of them together and exploring each other so it was with
ease now that they came together like this, pressed close and mouths learning
the other intimately. With a sigh Ochako shifts and turns to sit between
Izuku’s legs, arms over his shoulders and twining around his neck, holding him
close as she pressed the kiss deeper. He pressed back up into her, his hands
going to her waist and gripping tightly onto the fabric of her shirt there,
making small massaging movements with his fingers as their tongues slid against
each other, breath mingling in the small space between them whenever they
pulled back for a moment to quickly gasp for air.
And as they continued everything slowly built between them until it almost
feels like a type of madness, and the thin barrier of her shirt seemed almost
too much between her skin and his hands for Ochako. She suddenly wanted more
with a burning sort of desperation that her heart pounded even faster in her
chest and she almost seemed to shake with it as she unwound her arms from his
neck. One went to grip tightly onto his shirt, pulling the fabric to reveal
more of that skin that had distracted her so much earlier, and the other
grabbed his hand and pulled it off of her side, guiding it underneath her shirt
and pressing it against her almost fevered skin with a small gasp.
Izuku pulled back a moment, eyes blown wide with shock and hormones, but when
Ochoko met his eyes and nodded, panting loudly and her lips swollen and wet,
face flushed and so beautiful it hurt to look at, he gulped loudly and let his
other hand slip under her shirt as well and began exploring.
Her skin was warm and smooth, bisected every now and then by the texture of a
scar as he stroked her sides and back, slowly inching his way up. He could feel
every strong muscle as it moved beneath his hands, the contraction and release
of it as it got used to the foreign touch. He was distracted by the wonder of
it that for a moment he didn’t realize that Ochako was leaning down to begin
pressing kisses down the column of his throat and over the skin she had
revealed by pulling down his shirt, wet, open mouthed things that made his
breath catch and made the heat inside of him that had been building go even
hotter.
Eventually his hand’s adventuring path led him to the inevitable and as they
drifted upwards he felt the bare skin of the underside of her breasts touch the
side of his hands. He had to take a moment to stare sightlessly at the wall,
mouth gaping a bit as he tried to catch his breath and realize that this was
all actually happening before he slid his hands up that much further and
carefully cupped her breasts in his hands.
They were soft, almost impossibly so against the heavily scarred skin of his
hands, a heavier weight than he was expecting and big enough that there was
just a little bit too much for his hands. It felt, for a moment, like his soul
left his body at the first touch and he felt more than a little overwhelmed.
And he had read books and seen magazines and had even secretly watched some
porn, of course he had, especially since their relationship had begun to get
more physical because he needed to know what to do and he couldn’t disappoint
her somehow or make it awkward. But for a few moments it was like he had
forgotten everything except how to sit still as a statue and think dumbly about
how soft and warm Ochako was.
But, luckily, his brain rebooted itself and he clumsily began exploring,
finally managing to brush his thumbs over her nipples after a few moments in a
way that had her gasping, her breath so hot it almost burned against the damp
skin of his throat. Determined now, he did his best to tease more reactions out
of her, feeling a sense of accomplishment and another spike of that acid hot
warmth spear through him with every noise she made.
Ochako was holding tight onto his tank top, tugging it out of her way as she
testingly scraped her teeth over his collarbone in a way that surprised a deep
moan out of the boy at just how that felt, and he realized much like she had
what a barrier the garment was. So he pulled back, already missing the warm
weight of her in his hands, and leaned back just enough to free himself from
her hold.
“W-What?” She panted, a little concerned, but then she watched with wide eyes
as he blushed deeply and pulled his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor and
leaving him sitting there in just a pair of cloth shorts. The heat that spread
through her as she took in his flushed chest, the defined muscles of his torso
moving as he panted, the scars littering his skin, almost hurt.
He remained frozen as she carefully trailed the tips of her fingers over the
exposed skin, accidentally scraping her nails at one point in a way that made
his breath hitch on a small whimper of a sound. She took a moment to press her
palms to his chest and stroke down to feel the strength of his muscles and the
texture of his skin, delicious eat blooming as she did so and she wondered why
they would ever stop doing this.
With a lightning burst of inspiration she quickly pulled her own shirt over her
head and nearly threw it across the room, flushing even deeper at the almost
pained groan Izuku gave as he was finally allowed to see what he had moments
ago been touching.
She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, her hair mussed and
her face red and her eyes determined as she moved back towards him, breath
shuddering as she carefully pressed their chests together, shivering at the
feeling of their skin touching so intimately.
Her weight against him nearly sent him toppling backwards to the floor as their
mouths met again, desperate and hungry. But he reached back and grabbed onto
her bed to steady himself, fisting her sheets for a moment as he tried not to
get overwhelmed by everything.
“Can we…? On the bed?” He whispered shakily against her lips, not wanting to
pull back too far in fear of shattering the perfect dream he had found himself
in. She hesitated just a moment before biting her swollen lip and nodding, and
the two pulled apart from each other just long enough to get off the floor and
sit beside each other on the bed.
It was like by pausing for a moment something big and awkward had been forced
between them without their permission. They sat there for a few silent moments
catching their breath and calming down and slowly realizing just what was
happening. What they were doing.
Taking a few shuddering breaths Ochako wrapped her arms around her chest,
feeling a bit uncomfortable and cold now. She became suddenly very aware that
her air conditioner was up a little too high. Izuku was in a similar state
beside her, curling into himself a bit as his mind suddenly raced.
“I don’t-” ”I think-” They both started at the same time and stuttered to a
stop at the same time, even more embarrassed by the failure.
“I don’t think I want to have sex. Um, tonight. It’s, ah, getting late.” Izuku
muttered, and Ochako sighed a little, sagging in relief.
“Yeah.” She agreed, smiling at him softly, a gentle thing that was more to
soothe the both of them than anything else. “But… We can keep doing what we
were doing a second ago… Right?” She asked quietly, and she laughs a little at
just how fast and almost violently the boy nods his head in agreement. They
hesitate a moment more and then lean back into one another, the first kiss
timid.
Within a few moments they’re laying back on their sides, head’s sharing the
girl’s pillow and pressed close together both because of the limited space and
the need that is beginning to fill them again. One of Izuku’s arms curls to
pillow Ochako’s head, hand tangling in her hair to savor the silky soft feeling
of it, other hand going back to her breasts to explore their bounty even
further, slowly growing obsessed with the feeling of her beneath his hands. Her
own hands are eagerly exploring his chest again, experimenting with his nipples
to see if he would have similar reactions to her.
He tries plucking her nipples, a little pinch and timid pull in copy of a more
skilled method he remembered his books saying worked, and as he tugged she made
a sound low in her throat and pressed forward to follow the feeling, destroying
that little bit of distance left between them and pressing bodily against him.
She tenses a little at the feel of him against her, hard and tight and warm,and
especially at the hard bulge straining the front of his loose shorts. It was
almost too much but Izuku’s reaction, a surprised grunt of pleasure and an
involuntary shiver and small thrust forward.
Her breath hitched at how that felt, that sort of power of being the one to
cause such a reaction in her boyfriend, to make him feel so much, to be the
only one that had ever done this to him.
She presses even closer, one hand going up to cup his cheek and deepen their
kiss, tongue exploring further and deeper than she had before as she pressed
even more firmly up against him shivering a little with the feeling of the
moment.
Their movements get clumsy, Izuku’s hands beginning to fumble more and
eventually just stop, gripping tight onto her and making a few more jerking
little thrusts against her before breaking their kiss and gasping as he froze.
Ochako blinked slowly as she watched his face, a little amazed, a little amused
as she pressed her forehead to his and watched as he gasped and panted, eyes
squeezed shut and face flushed the right shade of red. Her heart beat faster
and she pressed her thighs together, breathing deeply and wondering if there
was a way to hold on to this feeling forever.
“Sorry.” He panted and she shook her head, pressing her forehead more firmly
against his and smiling when he did the same.
“You… You should too.” He stuttered, flushing bright and immediately closing
his eyes in regret. She hesitates a moment, flustered and not really sure, but
slowly she slipped a hand beneath her shorts and her dampened underwear,
letting out a shaking breath as she slowly stroked herself. At a bit off gasp
Izuku’s eyes fly open, flicking down to where her hand disappeared beneath the
cloth before going back up to meet her’s, wide and a little shocked.
She bites her lip and continues her slow, steady movements, pressing into Izuku
and burying her face into the curve of his throat, gripping her sheets tightly
with her other hand to keep from grabbing onto the boy she was laying with.
She startles at the first kiss that he presses to her face, brief and warm and
sweet, but relaxes as they are pressed reverently onto her skin again and again
and again. She sped up her movements, pressing harder and moving her fingers
quicker and more firmly as he took her breast into his hand again, movements
more focused now, a little more steady as she gasped and whined.
She comes with Izuku kissing the corner of her gasping mouth, hand firm on her
breast and steady as she pressed against him and shivered her release.
The lay there, leaning into one another and catching their breath, eyes closed
and smiling contentedly.
“I’m happy. With you.” Izuku murmured, prompted by the rush of intense feelings
over what they had just done and the contentedness that was wrapping around
them in the moments after. Izuku smiled and laid her head on his chest,
wondering how she could have feel anything other than the happy, warm, loved
feeling she was feeling in that moment.
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