Cassie and Ochako've got this.

"[Hey]".

The bruised young man turned around from the crowd to face his former opponent and fellow class president. In return, she caressed his cheek with her hand. "[Izuku Midoriya. Izuku heals from bruises a hundred times faster]". Her rule was taking effect instantly - he could feel his muscles slowly shifting and tingling, a bit of numbing pain taking over most of his body before it faded away into mere annoyance. Bruises that could take a month to fully disappear would now take a few hours. "[Your Quirk is kinda like All Might's, but more self-destructive huh? I'm jealous. Let me do this for you in return for giving you all those bruises. I won't be able to keep it up in your next match because it's against the rules to help out with sticky Quirks, but until then, rest up and heal."

With a little twirl that defied her imposing statuesque build, she turned around and waved at the crowd, basking in their love even though she lost. People were going crazy over how good her Quirk was, as well as Izuku's sheer power and last-resort strategy. Heroes debated whether it was a good PR move to feign **** then surprise their opponents, girls used their phones to zoom into Izuku's shredded hero costume and take pics of his ripped torso... they were having a good time, and he had definitely made a lasting impression.

For some reason, it looked as if Cassie was swaying her ass sensually on purpose as she left, though. She definitely knew what she was doing to him. Americans really were built different.

Coming back to the surveillance room, Izuku found himself in front of an unexpected sight. Seeing Uraraka ahead warmed his heart almost immediately, as if she was the reason why all that fighting and tiring himself out was worth it in the end. Yet, two unknown adults were behind her, laughing and sobbing until he showed up. The atmosphere was a little heavy, but there was no mistaking who these two were. He had never seen a woman as similar to Uraraka as the one currently looking back at him - her spitting image if there was any.

Uraraka's parents were here to see her fight as a surprise for her. And they had first class seats to her daughter being French-kissed on live television by the boy in front of them. He had no way to bring himself to speak first here, not when he feared these two would **** him on the spot if they were strict enough parents.

"D-Deku-kun...! M-My parents were here all along...! I had no idea! Ahahah...!" Yeah, Uraraka looked just as dead from embarrassment as he did. Maybe they just met with her and haven't broached the topic yet?

"Aww...!" Her mother approached him, her face spelling out... worry, yes, but it was more like she was staring at a puppy with a thorn stuck on its paw. "Ochako! Your boyfriend got all beat up, but he still went looking for you instead of going to the nurse! That's so sweet! I had my doubts after seeing that little playboy move back there, but you really care about our daughter, don't you, boyfriend-kun~?"

That... was not what he expected.

Her father stepped up towards him, towering a bit over his smaller frame. He didn't look violent or super strict, but he wasn't smiling or looking particularly enthusiastic either. "I'm not gonna let you off the hook that easy, but I'm glad you came here still. We can drink some tea and have a little chat here with the family." He extended a hand for Izuku to shake, which he did rather anxiously and robot-like; Uraraka could almost hear the creaking of metallic joints coming from him. At least her dad wasn't squeezing too hard - or maybe Heroic Body made his hand too tough to feel it.

Time crawled down to a halt.

Wait, what? Since when did he- no, he has never swung that way! He had no attraction for her dad or any other guy! It was impossible for his Quirk to activate here... Unless.

As slow as time was going, his eyes crawled towards his bare shoulder, noticing a feminine hand touching it from behind. Ragged breathing exhaled next to his ear, prolonged to the point of sensuality. Uraraka's eyes slowly opened into a shocked grimace as she noticed why Izuku seemed so scared. Her mom was holding his shoulders from behind as a friendly skinship kind of thing, wasn't she?

"A-ACTUALLY WE KINDA GOTTA TALK ALONE EXCUSE ME MOM SORRY DAD-!" He heard as time went back to normal, getting dragged into the nearby locker room by a rushing Uraraka. His final sight of her mom was her blushing slightly and covering her mouth with her hand. The words "Oh my~" resonated in his head in her voice; he had read too many hentai doujins not to imagine that. Once at the door, she nearly threw him inside the room and went in after him.

"D-Deku-kun..." She caught her breath standing against the door, just in case they tried to open it - even though she had locked it beforehand. "...did... did your Quirk..."

"...yeah. Time slowed down as usual when it happens."

Her eyes got a little teary. "Y-You mean... even mom counts as attractive to you?" He nodded while looking aside at nothing in particular. It was shameful to admit, but... "She, um... She r-reminded me of you so much... It was like I was looking at a version of yourself that grew up 20 years and kept herself looking just as beautiful. It's impossible not to be attracted to someone like that."

Looking back at her, her hands covered her mouth, but tears were running down her cheeks. And yet, she seemed... happy? She took a couple of steps towards him, as he instinctively opened up his arms to embrace her. Her face was buried in his half-naked chest, getting it wet with her crying. "I'm... sorry, I just... It made me a little happy that you'll still find me beautiful twenty years from now... I'm sorry for being a mess, I didn't expect my parents to come here... or for my mom to touch you before I could even warn her, and it's all just-".

She stopped as she felt her chin being gently lifted by his finger. His lips met hers in a kiss as sweet as the ones they always shared. Her hands traced his naked chest on one side, his costume's remaining torso on the other, both landing on his freckled cheeks. When the kiss finally broke, she was staring into his eyes while holding his face, much like she'd look at her most precious treasure. "H-Hey... my match won't start for a while... can we... f-for good luck...?"

Silence lingered in the air for a moment. One of her hands reached for his costume's remaining half of the neck, sliding its torso down his arm and side little by little. Izuku gulped as his hand reached for her costume's zipper on her neck in return, slowly unzipping her outfit straight down the middle. By the time the zipper was at breast level, it unzipped a bit faster for a moment, as if those deliciously soft mounds had helped push it down with their size alone. He knew where this was going, and could already feel his cock throbbing down his pants' leg at the mere thought of it. Ochako wanted to take another step in their relationship.

The brown-haired girl's zipper stopped right at her clit, revealing the first half of her hairless lower lips. "I... kinda shaved every day since we started dating, just in case..." That brought a smile to his face, making him wonder how she even found the time for it when they were making out at every possible chance. His fingers slid from her zipper to meet her pussy for the first time, finding it already gushing with grool - not that it stopped him from softly massaging those tender lips as the two stared into each other's eyes with ragged breath.

"D-Deku-k-kun... ahn~! O-Oh that's bad, mmmf... I-I w-won't be able to hold my voice like this...!" Her cute moaning and blushing made him smile warmly at her. He pulled Ochako into a deep kiss for her to muffle herself with, his fingers still sliding up and down her labia before he managed to slip his middle finger in. All of this was somehow coming naturally for him, like he was taking some routine action he'd done a hundred times before, even though his heart wouldn't stop beating heavily, his skin blushing with the pleasure of a newly discovered type of intimacy, his brain tingling out of the depravity of finger-fucking his girlfriend in a public room a few feet away from her parents.

It had to be Heroic Body's doing again, giving him the practical experience of the most promiscuous boy his age. But rather than feel sorry about his inability to learn anything physical from scratch, Deku was glad he could please Ochako even with his fingers alone like it was second nature. His middle finger was now buried up to the knuckle, where a little flick against her upper wall managed to find a nubby little button about three inches in.

"hmmMMMMM?!" Ochako's eyes went wide open in the middle of their warm, moist kiss, her entire body trembling already as juices gushed right into Izuku's hand, her insides tightening against his finger. Did she come so quickly? He had just touched her G-spot a single time... Her body started slipping away, so Izuku took his finger out and princess-carried her in his arms before she could collapse. "Haah... haah... mmf... D-Deku-kun, sl... slow down... I feel so tingly and warm all over... w-what was that...?"

"Hahah... I t-think you just came- er, you had an orgasm. Did it feel weird?" She nodded as vigorously as her barely-working mind allowed. "So that's an orgasm... It... was a little magical. I felt my entire body blush and heat up when you were touching me, then something like a pressure started building up... d-down there, it was making my back arch a little and giving me all sorts of weird spasms... and then I kinda don't know what happened for a little bit. It's like all that pressure just... exploded all of a sudden and made me go weak in the knees..."

Izuku gave her a tiny peck on the cheek before raising her body like one would raise a tiny cat up in the air, letting her thighs rest on either of his shoulders. "Deku-kun? Y-You're not thinkiiiIIIIING-?!" She took a hand to her mouth to shut herself up before she alerted her parents with her moaning, while Midoriya's tongue went to town on her drenched slit. It seemed as if Uraraka was getting used to the idea that he could read her mind, because she started communicating by thoughts instead of speaking anymore.

Idiot idiot idiot we're gonna get caught Deku-kun that feels too good stop stop stop hnng...

Well, she was trying. Of course, he pretended not to listen. They still had time, and his Danger Sense would let him know if any serious attempt to open that locked door was made. Despite his desire to eat her out at full speed, his tongue slowly traced her puffy cunt, once more feeling like he was doing a routine he'd been practicing forever to perfection. Sensual, slow licks assaulted her most private place - soon enough, rather than try to escape his ministrations, the hand that wasn't covering her mouth was pulling Deku's head towards her, softly grabbing onto his hair.

Ahhh... r-right there, Deku-kun... keep going, keep goinggg...

All five fingers on her hand accidentally touched his head, causing both of them to slowly drift towards - and lay flat on - the ceiling, yet the green-haired boy never stopped giving that pussy the love it deserved. Uraraka was finally clear-minded enough to take action of her own, however, as he noticed she twirled around so that she was facing his crotch in that position, on top of him.

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"Ack-!" Izuku's massive shaft sprang up against her face when she had unzipped his pants enough, slapping her hard enough that she went comically cross-eyed for a moment. "My consciousness... it's fading... gack...!" He couldn't help but chuckle before his tongue went back to action, picking up the pace a little while he let her marvel at his member. "God, it's so... huge... and thick... and veiny... ah! It twitched! Do they move like that?!"

"Shh, keep it d-down...! Y-yeah, I can even make it move a little." She looked back at him like he just told her the sky is yellow. "You're joking." "I'm not! Look!" True enough, his cock was twitching up and down without any other muscle in his body moving. "Whaaaat?! That's so funny! Ohmygosh I used to think this was scary, but it's actually so cute!"

Her cheek pressed against his warm pole as if she was trying to snuggle up against it, eyes closed and lips pouting and all. "There, there, who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Good boys get treats~" Her hands traced Izuku's muscles as they advanced towards his cock, eventually springing to grab it like she was on the hunt for small game. "Hrm, I think I'm supposed to grab it like this but... what do I do? What feels good for you, Deku-k-khhhhun~...?" It seemed her next orgasm was building up once more courtesy of his cunnilingus, now that she wasn't distracted by her own antics.

"Haah... erm... softly stroke it up and down. Try to stroke down until the head's skin gets peeled, then stroke up until there's a little bit of skin right at the tip. Y-You could use your mouth or your tongue if you wanted to, too." She did as instructed, using both hands and squealing a little when precum started leaking all over his cock. "So guys also drool out this stuff! That's- ahn...! T-That's so cool!" Soon enough, her hands were drenched and her strokes went much smoother and faster.

"O-Ochako-chan... the head and the little bridge under it... mmf... focus on those." Wondering what he meant, she peeled down his foreskin and looked closely at the head, noticing the frenulum and the space between the head and shaft. Her index finger and thumb tried to circle around it, but its sheer girth made her use both hands just to fully encircle it. She started giving it tiny, fast rubs just like that, the tips of her fingers trailing his frenulum up and down carefully yet quickly. Schlicking sounds had started echoing through the room by then.

"Hnng... that's it... The balls are a-also good..." Almost by instinct, one of her hands reached down to hold one of his massive testes smugly in her hand - at least, what fit of that testicle in it, as her hand was not big enough to hold it entirely. As she massaged that cumtank as gently as she could, her tongue replaced the fingers that used to please half of his cockhead, her lips pressed against his dripping, swollen head while her tongue took sensual licks at its surface. Even if she was clearly inexperienced, feeling how she was trying her best so desperately was extremely arousing to him by itself.

It was time to pick up the pace, or she'd make him cum before he made her. As his tongue traced a final path down her snatch, it found her clit unhooded and untouched so far, eliciting a cute yelp from the gravity-negating girl - the vibration of her moans against his cock were pure bliss. Making circles with his tongue right around that sensitive button got him a lot more moans, but he wouldn't hold on for too much longer either.

"Ochako-chan, I'm about to...! Hnng...!" Startled, she quickly wrapped her lips around as much of his cockhead as she could fit - admittedly, not much at all - while her ten fingers landed on his balls and his urethra's exterior, much like she had done with him back at her bedroom. She then flipped their bodies so she was under him, letting a massive batch of cum pour right down her throat while her mind slowly drifted away from her second orgasm ever.

Twenty seconds passed.

Forty seconds passed.

Two minutes passed.

Izuku was still cumming down her throat, the stream of semen pouring like a broken faucet. "O-Ochako-chan...? Your belly's going to...!"

Her eyes opened. She almost choked on a gulp of cum, but swallowed before that could happen and clapped her hands to cancel her Quirk, harmlessly dropping them to the floor in a standing 69 position with Izuku holding her. The stream quickly died down to a few more spurts, which she eagerly drank before taking her lips off his cock with a final little kiss on the tip, and being put down by him.

"I'm the only one who gets to drain this cute, huge thing into her belly... eheheh~" She flicked a finger at his softening member, still seeming fascinated by it. Cumdrunk as she appeared, her blissful face struck his heart with bittersweet sensations. He had to turn back under the excuse of fixing his clothes just so she wouldn't see him crying, **** to tears as he was.

After all, she wouldn't be the only one enjoying this kind of attention if the First User's designs came to pass.

Fall in love, over and over again.

A knock on the door startled both of them. Jiro's voice could be heard from the other side. "Uraraka? Midoriya? Sorry for eavesdropping just now, I'm looking for you cuz Uraraka's next on the plate. Against Bakugo." Shock struck both of them like a bolt of lightning. "Shinso and him got put back into the tournament to settle their draw or something like that."

"Coming!" Uraraka had to zip her suit back up and make sure her mouth and hands seemed clean before stepping out, dashing for the arena. "MOM DAD DEKU-KUN MAKE SURE TO WATCH ME OUT THERE OKAY?!"