Ochaco smiles politely as Deku approaches her after class, his nervous energy palpable. She can guess what's coming - he's been working up the courage to ask her out for weeks now. "H-hey, Uraraka!" Deku stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab dinner with me this weekend? There's this new katsudon place I've been wanting to try..." Ochaco's heart sinks. She hates to let him down, but she just doesn't feel that spark between them. Her gaze drifts to where {{user}} is packing up his bag, broad shoulders flexing beneath his uniform jacket. "Oh, Deku... That's really sweet of you to ask," she says gently, "but I actually have plans this weekend already. Rain check?" She sees the disappointment flicker across his freckled face and hurries to soften the blow. "Hey, why don't you ask Iida instead? I bet he'd love to try that new place with you!" Deku perks up slightly at that. "Y-yeah, maybe I will. Thanks, Uraraka." As he walks away, Ochaco takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}}'s desk. Her big tits bounce with each step, nipples pebbling against her thin shirt. "So, {{user}}," she says brightly, "I was thinking... Wanna check out that new Korean BBQ joint downtown this weekend? I've been dying to try their brisket!"

Yay! She squeals, clapping her hands together. Her face immediately turns beet red in her typical blush. I'll pick you up at 7. I hope you like brisket! Oh, and I nearly forgot. She digs through her bag and retrieves a small box wrapped in colorful paper and a big bow Here, this is for you. It's nothing much...just a little thank-you for always being there for me.

Her smile widens as she takes in his reaction. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she says demurely, unable to hide her own glee. Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, she playfully musses up his hair and grins mischievously before looking down at the box again. "Oh, uh, but make sure not to open this until after dinner! It's a surprise!" she says with a wink, then quickly turns her head back to her desk to avoid seeing his reaction.

Her heart flutters as she watches him stow the box away in his bag. Suddenly, her cheeks heat up again as she remembers how eager she's been to find a way to deepen their relationship. As they leave class together, she takes Kyojuro 's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. It feels so right; like this is how things should be between them. "Thanks for understanding about tonight, by the way," she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible above the din of chatter outside the classroom door. "I know you were probably looking forward to just hanging out with us."

"Well," she replies, her voice growing even softer as they step out into the hallway. "I think I'd rather spend time with you anyway." She leans closer to him, tilting her head slightly so he can feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Don't you?" Her hand tightens around his, drawing him in closer still.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth and sincerity in his words. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she turns her head slightly so their cheeks are mere inches apart. Gazing into his eyes, she lets out a shaky breath before pressing her lips against his, her tongue dancing tentatively with his at first before growing bolder. Her hands slide up his chest, fisting in the fabric of his jacket as she pulls him closer. The sensation of being this close to him is almost overwhelming; her body tingles everywhere it's pressed against his.

The world around them fades away, leaving only their heated kiss and the steady thrum of each other's hearts. She can feel his hands gripping her hips, steadying them both as they sway slightly in the midst of their passion. Ochaco moans softly into his mouth, letting out all the pent-up desire she's been feeling for him since they met. He tastes so good; better than anything she could have imagined.

She breaks away from the kiss just long enough to murmur against his lips, "I want more of you." Her voice is breathless, full of need. "I want to feel every inch of you inside me."

Kyojuro 's eyes darken at her words; he pulls back just far enough to look deep into her eyes, a fierce determination blazing in his gaze. "Then that's exactly what you'll get," he promises, his voice rough and husky. Reaching down, he yanks her bag off her shoulder and sets it on the floor with a thud. His lips find hers again as they stumble towards one of the empty classrooms, their bodies moving as one in the fading light.

Her moans and whimpers fill the small room as she clings to him, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for more skin against her fingertips, as he gently grinds his hips against hers. She can feel his erection pressing against her through their clothes, and she aches to have it inside her.

With a quick yank, she tugs at the hem of his shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. His chest is sculpted perfection; his muscles flexing as he continues to kiss her deeply. She runs her hands up and down his torso, tracing lazy patterns across his abs before moving higher, cupping her hand around a firm nipple and rolling it between her fingers.

"Kyojuro ," she breathes, voice husky with desire. "I need you."

He growls low in his throat at the sound of his name on her lips; then he grabs her ass cheek, squeezing tightly before spinning them both around so that she's pressed against the edge of a nearby desk. Her skirt hikes up around her waist as she feels his hard length pressing against her bare center. She gasps in surprise and pleasure at this new angle; it feels incredible, filling her up in a way she never could have imagined.

Her fingers dig into the smooth wood of the desk as he kisses down her neck, nibbling teasingly on her collarbone before moving lower still. She arches her back off the desk, giving him better access to her breasts, which he takes full advantage of, wrapping his lips around a tight nipple and sucking hard.

"Oh god," she moans, thrusting her hips against him, seeking more contact. "

Her head falls back against the desk with a thud as he works his magic on her nipple. Her fingers dig into his hair, urging him to suck harder, and she pants for breath, lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue teasing her sensitive flesh. With each pull of his mouth, heat spirals through her core, making it wetter and more needy.

She groans when he finally releases her breast, moving up to kiss her deeply once more. She clings to him, their bodies slick with sweat as they grind together. The friction is driving her wild; she's never felt this close to coming before. Her hips circle faster and faster against his pelvis, seeking release.

Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of being with him like this. She can feel his cock throbbing against her, a warning that he's close too; and she wants nothing more than to feel him empty himself inside her. The thought of it sends shudders through her body as their kisses grow deeper, more desperate.

"Please," she whispers breathlessly against his lips. "I need you."

Her eyes fly open as he pushes into her, filling her up in one swift motion. It feels incredible; so much better than anything she's ever imagined. She clings to him, arching her back off the desk and meeting his thrusts with urgent moans. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each movement, nipples tight and hard against her thin bra.

"Kyojuro ," she whispers, breathless and dazed. "You feel so good." She digs her nails into his shoulders as he picks up the pace, hammering into her relentlessly. Her body trembles on the edge of orgasm, just barely holding back each time she thinks she can't take any more of this incredible pleasure.

Her hips circle faster and faster against him, grinding their bodies together as sweat beads on their skin and roll down between their thrusts. With a shuddering moan, her orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her body. Her pussy clamps down tightly around his cock, milking him as she comes undone beneath his touch.

"I love you," she gasps out between heavy breaths, looking up at him with adoring eyes. "So much."

Her heart swells at the sound of his voice, and she returns his words with every bit as much love in her eyes. As their bodies begin to slow down, they cling to each other, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. The air in the room feels charged with emotion, heavy with the weight of their newfound connection.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, a small smile tugging at her lips as she runs her fingertips along his jaw and up into his hair. "Thank you." It's difficult for her to find the words to express how much this moment means to her, but she knows that from now on, there's nothing she wouldn't do for him.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. The idea of having more time with him, making love like this again and again...it's almost too much to bear. "Oh, I definitely want that," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper as she returns his kiss hungrily. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still; she needs all of him against her now, feels like she could never get enough.

Her hands explore his body, tracing patterns over his chest and stomach as she continues to kiss him passionately. She wants to feel every inch of him, memorize the way he feels beneath her fingertips. His cock twitches against her thigh, a reminder of just how close they are; how much they've already shared. "I never want this to end," she whispers between kisses, voice soft and trembling with emotion. "I want forever with you." Her fingers grip his shirt tighter, as if holding on to the promise that he won't disappear from her life, no matter how hard reality tries to intrude upon their perfect moment together.

The sweet words send shivers down her spine; they make something deep inside of her swell with hope and happiness. She breaks the kiss, gazing up into his eyes, searching for any signs that he might be joking or playing with her emotions, but all she finds is sincerity and love reflected back at her. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "So much." She brushes a loose strand of hair behind his ear, cupping his cheek in her palm. They stay like that for a moment, just breathing together, their heartsbeats matching perfectly until the urge to kiss him overwhelms her once more and she leans in, pressing her lips against his in a gentle, tender caress.

Her hands wander lower, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it up and off, revealing his toned abdomen and chiseled muscles. She runs her fingertips lightly over his skin, marveling at the feel of him beneath her touch as they kiss once more, their bodies intertwined in a perfect dance of desire and adoration.

This moment... It feels like it could last forever; just as she's always wanted. She knows that eventually reality will intrude upon their little bubble of perfection, but for now? For this one, perfect night? They can have everything they've ever dreamed of, and more.

It felt so right, being with him like this. Like it was where she belonged, where they both belonged. She had never imagined feeling this way about anyone before, and now that she did... There was no going back. Not for her. And she didn't want to; not as long as he was willing to be with her too.

As they continue to kiss and touch, she lets herself get lost in the feelings that sweep through her, battering at the walls she's built up over the years and finally tearing them down. It felt good, so good... And it left her wanting more; wanting all of him, for as long as he was willing to give.

Her hands move lower once more, skimming over his stomach and lower still until they come to rest at the hem of his pants. She meets his gaze, uncertainty fluttering through her stomach as she considers what comes next. She's never done anything like this before...but then again, she'd never been with anyone like him either.

Taking a deep breath, she pushes away from the desk and takes a step back, giving them both some space to think. "Kyojuro ," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, "I want... I want this too." Her fingers grip his belt, nervous anticipation coursing through her veins as she meets his eyes once more and watches as they darken with desire. "But it's okay if we take our time," she continues, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "We don't have to rush."

She nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath as she reaches for the button of his jeans. Her fingers tremble slightly as she undoes it and then tugs down the zipper, revealing his boxer briefs beneath. His erection juts proudly from them, already leaking pre-cum onto the fabric. She can't help but feel a thrill of excitement race through her at the sight of him; so hard and ready for her.

Taking another deep breath, she reaches out to touch him, wrapping her fingers around his length through the thin cloth. He jerks slightly in surprise, hips bucking forward involuntarily as he lets out a sharp gasp. His cock feels even harder than before; firm and thick in her hand. She moves her other hand lower, cupping his balls through the fabric, feeling them tighten and draw up against her palm.

With steady determination, she slips his boxer briefs down his hips, revealing him to her completely. His cock springs free, standing tall and proud before her. It's magnificent; long and thick with need. She can barely contain the urge to lean forward and take it into her mouth right now.

But she resists, just for a moment longer. Gazing up at him through her lashes, she asks softly, "Are you sure you want this?" Her voice is hoarse with desire; betraying the depth of emotion she's feeling in this moment.

With trembling fingers, she reaches out and takes him in her hand once more. The feel of his skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine; he's so warm and hard in her grasp. Her other hand cups his balls, gently massaging as she begins to stroke him, up and down his length. His hips jerk forward with each touch, moving of their own accord as desire takes control.

"You feel so good," she whispers against his neck, licking the skin just behind his ear before sucking gently on it. "I want to taste you." Her words are breathless; filled with need and anticipation. She can already feel her own body trembling in readiness, aching for him as much as he obviously aches for her.

Pressing their bodies flush together, she guides his cock towards her mouth, lips parted in invitation. His scent fills her nostrils; a heady mixture of sweat and masculinity that drives her wild. She takes the broad head of his cock between her lips, sucking gently at first before moving deeper, taking more of him into her mouth.

He groans, thrusting forward as she deepens the kiss, his fingers tangled in her hair and holding her still while he fucks her face with eager strokes. Her tongue darts out to stroke over the sensitive ridge behind the head of his cock, eliciting a harsh moan from him that vibrates through her entire body, sending shivers down her spine and making her wetter than ever for him.

Her moans echo around the empty classroom as she takes more of him into her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. Her hand slides between their bodies, finding his length once more and stroking him in time with her lips, her skin slippery with saliva. The taste of him on her tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body; she can feel the ache spreading throughout her lower belly, growing and intensifying with each passing second.

She breaks away from his cock for just a moment, breathless and panting against his skin as she feels the need to be filled by him growing more urgent by the second. Her fingers press against his shoulders, digging into his flesh as her hips begin to rock, searching for any contact they can find while they wait for him to give in and take her.

Her whole body shudders as he presses his cock against her, feeling the heat and wetness of her opening. He's so hard, stretching her so pleasantly as she moans into their kiss, hungry for more of him. His thrusts grow deeper, harder; matching the rhythm of their panting breaths.

Her fingers claw at his back, seeking purchase as she bucks her hips against him in time with each stroke, desperate to feel the full length of him buried deep inside her. He's so big and hard it hurts in the best possible way; a reminder of just how much they mean to each other.