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After escorting Eri back to the hospital, leaving her in the capable hands of her nurses, Shota returned to U.A. with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Any attempt at keeping things platonic between him and Izuku had gone out the window the moment he cornered her during the culture festival and kissed her.
Repeatedly.
He had meant to tell her off, like the other teachers, for disappearing and fighting a villain solo just to keep the culture festival from being cancelled. But his jealousy at watching Izuku and Togata with Eri, looking like a cute little family together, combined with his dwindling restraint of his growing attraction for her and suddenly all rational thought and self-control was gone. Instead he practically devoured the girl like a beast. Over and over again.
It took a herculean effort to pull himself away from her once he’d crossed that line again. Izuku had been entirely too willing, so soft and perfect in his arms that Shota never wanted to let her go. Finally acknowledging that these feelings weren’t going away but were in fact gradually getting stronger was the final push he needed to accept that this was happening. Now he just needed to figure out the logistics of how this was going to work.
The walk to their penthouse apartment in the teachers dormitory felt shorter somehow and he found himself staring at the front door, uncharacteristically nervous. With a deep breath, Shota rolled his neck and squared his shoulders. Whatever happens next… he will let that be up to Izuku. Just because he was finally ready to admit his feelings didn’t mean she necessarily felt the same.
Teenage girls were notoriously flakey. She might have already moved on… with Bakugo. Or Todoroki. Or even Shinso. Pretty sure the boy has been harbouring a crush on her since the sports festival too. Izuku is young and intelligent and beautiful and has so many choices available to her. Why would she want someone nearly twice her age…
Waiting for him, sitting on the tiny step on the edge of the genkan, was Izuku. She was still dressed in her concert costume, although her shoes and purple stockings were notably absent. The moment Shota locked the door behind him, Izuku stood up, took his right hand and placed it firmly over her heart.
“I’ve been meaning to say this to you for a while now… but the timing never seemed right or I was too scared or you seemed like you weren’t interested…” Izuku took a trembling breath before continuing, “When my life fell apart… the day I found out who I really was… it felt like all the joy and happiness had been sucked out of the world. That everyone would hate me forever. I felt like I would never be able to smile again. But you… you stuck by me through it all. Every nightmare. Every panic attack. Every emotional breakdown… you stayed by my side. Not just as a designated protector but as a friend. And after a while… my smile… my real smile… came back. Because of you.”
Izuku’s heart beat was pounding hard underneath Shota’s hand and she pressed it down firmer against her chest.
“Do you feel that?” She whispered as she looked up at Shota with those deep verdant eyes.
“Your heart?” His voice came out huskier than he meant it, his mouth already dry from being so close to her again.
“It’s yours,” Izuku said confidently, not a trace of doubt in her voice, “Please. Don’t question it or run away from me again… because it will always be-”
“Mine.” Shota growled out possessively as he closed the distance between them, pulling Izuku into his arms and claiming her lips with his. It was like she’d known exactly what doubts had been plaguing Shota and just what to say to break down the last flimsy barrier of resistance he had.
This kiss was just as passionate as earlier that day but not as aggressive. There was no rush, no desperation driving him this time around. They had all the time in the world, with tomorrow being a Sunday and Eri still under hospital care unless Shota was needed for an emergency. They could spend hours in each other's arms if they wanted to.
Being back in their apartment, just the two of them, without the threat of being interrupted or seen, made Izuku much bolder than previous encounters. Her soft lips moved with fervour while her hands couldn’t seem to stay still. She ran her fingers through Shota’s hair before gripping his shoulders, then sliding her hands down his back before finally settling just below his hip bone. Izuku pressed against him suggestively as she looped her fingers through his belt to pull him closer.
Shota deepened the kiss, cradling her head and neck with his left hand while he ran the other up her bare thigh. He groaned, hardening fully in his pants when he felt no underwear blocking his path. He gave her left butt cheek a firm squeeze followed quickly by a playful slap. Izuku gasped delightfully in his ear at that. Shota was going to enjoy cataloguing her reactions to every little thing he was going to do to her body over the next 24 hours… or more.
“Sensei! Please… touch me…”
Oh and didn’t that use of his title like that send his head spinning. But for their first time, he wanted less role-play and more of themselves.
“Shota,” He gasped out just as Izuku palmed his erection. She was barely giving him a moment to think! “Izuku… unless we’re doing a scene… call me Shota.”
“A scene?” She pulled away from kissing his neck to look him in the eye.
“Yes. If we were to do… role playing or… other more… adventurous… things… then it would be called a scene.” God, am I really blushing right now? Which of us is the virgin here?
“Oh okay…” Izuku paused as she processed that bit of information, “Both are still some form of sex though… right?”
“Right,” Shota found himself chuckling at how blunt she could be when analysing something.
“And you’ll teach me the difference… won’t you, Shota?” Her voice lowered as she wet her lips and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes.
How did I ever hold off for so long?
“Every little thing, Kitten.” Izuku’s eyes widened at the pet name before she pulled them both down onto the ground of the genkan, wrapping her legs around Shota’s waist so he couldn’t pull away.
At the rate she’s going, Izuku won’t need me to teach her a damn thing. She’s a natural.
Shota took back control as he pinned her arms above her head before wrapping his capture weapon around her wrists, just tight enough to keep them in place but not so tight they would hurt if Izuku tugged on it.
“Is that okay?” He waited for her to process his question and give him an affirmative nod before he continued on, “If you’re ever uncomfortable or unsure of anything, let me know immediately and I’ll stop.”
Shota caressed her freckled cheek and Izuku smiled sweetly up at him, nuzzling into his touch.
“Please. Don’t stop, Shota. I want… I need you to… “ Izuku wriggled her hips underneath him and his eyes darkened as he took in her meaning.
“Oh don’t worry, love. You’ll have me,” Izuku shuddered in pleasure as he whispered in her ear, “All night long you’ll have me…” He sealed his promise with a chaste kiss.
Shota quickly and expertly tethered the scarf to one of the coat hooks above the shelf that stored their shoes so his hands would be completely free for what he was going to do next. He considered stripping Izuku of her costume now but then he realised she’d left it on even though she’d removed her underwear. Izuku could have changed into more comfortable, casual house clothes while she waited for him to come home but she chose not to.
He’d leave her like that for now and slowly unwrap his gift as the night went on.
Grabbing a hair bobble from his pocket, Shota tied up his hair in a quick, messy bun so it would be out of the way. He began kissing and sucking at her neck before shuffling down and getting comfortable between her thighs. Izuku squeaked in embarrassment as Shota spread her legs wide for him to drink in the view. Her skin was creamy with a little dusting of freckles here and there, but what caught Shota’s attention was the lack of hair.
“So smooth…” He whispered as he ran a finger over her skin in feather-light touches.
“Midnight-sensei’s friend… offered… when they used their quirk…” Izuku was blushing as she reminded Shota of the women who Kayama brought over that first week when Izuku had been moved to U.A.
Maybe I should send my thanks… Shota thought as he hummed in pleasure at the feel of the silky smooth skin under his fingertips. At least I won’t have to worry about getting hair in my mouth.
Without anymore preamble, he dove in, spreading her outer folds with his fingers so his tongue could plunder the cavern within.
“Shota! Oh my god…” Izuku trembled beneath him, head tilted back as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Her labia was already swollen with arousal, her juices mixing with Shota’s saliva as it dripped down his chin and onto the floor below. The sweet tang on his tongue combined with Izuku’s moans and gasps was an intoxicating combination. Shota was painfully hard in his pants but he refused to rush. He would make sure this was mind-blowing for Izuku, that her first time would only be overwhelming pleasure.
Shota slowly inserted a finger, watching Izuku’s face closely for any signs of pain or discomfort. When she continued to make only positive noises and expressions at his measured movements, Shota rotated his finger in wider circles, methodically stretching her out before adding a second finger and then eventually a third. Izuku was moving her hips in time with each thrust, chanting his name as she drew close to her first orgasm of the night.
“Cum for me, gorgeous girl.”
Shota picked up the pace with his fingers before swirling his tongue around Izuku’s clit and sucking hard. Her inner walls began to pulsate and clench around his fingers so tight he could barely move them.
“Oh my god! Shota… I’m… I…”
He eagerly lapped up her juices as she rode the wave of her climax before Shota slowed his fingers movements and pulled back to kiss her thighs to avoid overstimulating her so soon. His cock was screaming to be set free from its cloth prison but if Izuku wasn’t ready to go any further than what they’d done tonight, he would stop here, for her.
“That was…” She sounded breathless and beautiful, struggling to piece together even a sentence after Shota’s efforts, “Wow…”
“Mmmm… It was.” Shota smiled softly as Izuku finally made eye contact with him after all that, “Would you like to stop here… or continue on?”
He subtly turned his fingers that had remained still inside of her while her heart rate slowed back down, earning a low moan and causing Izuku’s hips to buck up at him.
“Don’t stop, Shota. You promised, remember? All night long.”
“I did and I meant it. I just wanted to make sure that was what you still wanted, sweetheart,” Shota leaned up and kissed her, giving her a taste of herself on his tongue, “Shall we move to the bed? You’ll be more comfortable there.”
“No. Not yet,” She surprised him with how firm her answer was, “Right here.”
“…Here?”
“Yes.”
“In the genkan?”
“Yes.”
“Next to our shoes?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?” The wooden floor couldn’t feel the best on her back and Shota was determined to make her first time as comfortable and pleasurable as possible.
“Mmhmm. Maybe… ummm… maybe untie me for this so I can touch you back…” Izuku blushed as she searched for the words she wanted, “But I want our first time here… so that whenever we return home, we’ll be stepping over the spot we… connected… and remember.”
Shota simply nodded as he unraveled the scarf binding from around her wrists and kissed her sex one more time before he worked on unbuttoning her top. The more he thought about it, the more Shota liked the idea of taking Izuku’s virginity on the threshold of their home. It was almost primal, like they were marking their territory and forcing any guest that would enter in the future to literally walk over where they had sex for the very first time. The notion turned Shota on more than he’d ever admit.
Before long, he had Izuku lying half naked in front of him, wearing only her skirt which Shota decided to leave on for now. He could always rip it off if it proved to get too annoying. Shota spent some time sucking and kissing Izuku’s breasts, working her up and getting her dripping wet again. He quickly thrust two fingers into her to make sure she was prepped and ready for him.
It was getting impossible for Shota to hold off any longer, her moans combined with the feeling of her soft warmth beckoning him to take what she offered too tantalising to resist. In a couple of swift moves, he stripped out of his hero jumpsuit and underwear, kneeling between Izuku’s legs in all his naked glory for her to drink in. She looked nervous when she saw his erection and Shota took a moment to kiss Izuku slowly to reassure her.
“I’ll be gentle, love.” He took her right hand and guided it to his length, shivering at the feeling of her soft hand wrapped around him. Shota was sure nothing had ever felt so good before.
“So smooth…” She echoed his words from earlier, staring at him with a fascinated gaze, like she was analysing the size and texture and aesthetic of his penis.
“Remember, if you want to stop or need me to do something different at any time, tell me right away, okay?”
“Okay,” Izuku smiled up at Shota, heart in her eyes, “I trust you completely.”
“Okay. Good,” His voice came out a little rougher than he meant to, heart pounding in his chest.
With one last deep kiss and a thumb gently rubbing circles over her clit, Shota lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in. Izuku held her breath as her body stretched to accommodate the big intrusion until Shota reminded her to breathe. Once she relaxed in his arms again, he thrust deeper, breaking past her hymen with a small tearing sound. He stilled inside of her again, giving Izuku a chance to adjust to the feeling before he started building up a rhythm.
Izuku quivered around him, arms clutching him close as her nails dug into his back. It wasn’t long before she was moaning in Shota’s ear again, hips moving to match his pace. God, she felt incredible. So unbelievably wet and tight around him. Shota wanted to fuck her forever but he’d be lucky if this first round would last more than a minute. He was so wound up from the day and getting her warmed up that he felt like he could blow at any moment.
Shota slid a hand between them and started stimulating her clitoris again, knowing she would likely need it to climax. Izuku gasped his name and grabbed his ass with both hands, pushing him in deeper.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Shota, please! More!” She began rambling, her voice pitching higher with every thrust, “It feels so good. Please don’t stop…”
Her begging had Shota teetering on the edge of climaxing. He doubled down on his efforts to get Izuku there first, biting and sucking hickeys on her neck while gently pinching a nipple between his fingers while his other hand continued to rub furiously at her clit.
“Izuku… fuck, you feel so good…” Shota groaned, keeping his voice deep and husky, having noted that seemed to always get a reaction out of her, “Gonna cum inside you, again and again and again.”
“Yes! Oh my god, YES! Please Sens-S-Shota!” Izuku wailed in pleasure as she clamped down on him, “I’m cumming! Shota, I’m cumming! Please, cum inside me. Please, please, please…”
“Fuck! Izuku!” There was no holding back now. Shota pounded into her pussy hard as the most intense orgasm of his life tore through him, leaving his head spinning and vision blurred. Izuku’s walls squeezed rhythmically around him, milking every drop of semen from his sensitive cock.
He continued to thrust into her as they simultaneously rode out their orgasms, slowing his tempo until they were both still, breathing heavily as they gazed at one another. Shota lovingly cupped Izuku’s face with his hand and kissed her with all the depth of his emotions that he struggled to put into words. He felt something wet touch his finger, startling when he realised it was a tear that had trickled down Izuku’s cheek.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” It would be just like Izuku to not say anything about being in pain.
“No, I’m fine,” Izuku let out a little laugh at Shota’s concern, “Better than fine. That was… I don’t have adequate words to describe just how incredible that was…”
“Oh… Well, good,” Shota sighed in relief that he hadn’t caused her any inadvertent pain.
“Did you… ummm… was it, you know… good for you… too?” Doubt creeped into her voice as Izuku began to get self conscious, now of all times.
“Izuku,” Shota used his firm voice to get her to look him in the eye so she could see he was serious, “That wasn’t just good for me. It was… the best I’ve ever had.”
“You mean it?” Her voice was so earnest and hopeful, it was adorable.
God, I love her.
“Of course I mean it.” Shota kissed her with a fond smile before he remembered they were still very much connected down there, “I’m going to pull out now then we should shower… clean ourselves off.”
“Oh. I thought we were going all night long…” The confidence that had disappeared made a sudden resurgence as Izuku gave him a coy smile.
“We are, Kitten…” Shota couldn’t resist thrusting up into her to prove his point, revelling in her sharp gasp, “But let’s clean you and warm you up before we start round two, alright?”
“Okay. Sounds good.”
Shota withdrew from her, groaning at the loss of her warmth around him but definitely enjoying the sight of his seed dripping out from her entrance. He subconsciously ran a hand over the patch on her abdomen, the one every girl at U.A. was given a fresh box of each term as a preventive measure against unwanted pregnancies. Shota had never been more grateful for the school provided birth control.
They stood up on shaky legs, never letting go of each other as they moved deeper into the apartment and over to the bathroom, removing Izuku’s skirt along the way. Shota turned the shower on with one hand while holding Izuku close to him with the other. She clung to his side, leaving little bite marks and kisses anywhere her mouth could reach, his skin a tapestry of her adoration.
When the water was the perfect temperature, Shota removed the smaller shower head from the wall to focus rinsing on their lower halves, making sure they were thoroughly cleaned. The overhead waterfall shower felt incredible on his back, smoothing sore, tired muscles with its heat while he continued to wash Izuku down. Before long, they were both clean and simply enjoyed being under the warm spray of the shower together. Izuku rested her head over Shota’s heart, closing her eyes and going limp in his arms.
A small gurgle rumbled from Izuku’s stomach and Shota chuckled as she hid her face against his chest in embarrassment.
“Time for dinner, it seems. I’ve already eaten,” Shota gave her rear end a playful squeeze to emphasise his point, “But I suppose we should have something more substantial so we’ll have the energy we need for the rest of the night.”
“Oh! We were supposed to have dinner with Yamada-sensei and Kayama-sensei downstairs tonight…” Izuku looked panicked, “I completely forgot! They’re probably already waiting for us.”
“It’s fine, Kitten. We can join them another time. I’ll message them and cancel. It’ll be easier to stay up here and eat dinner. No need to get dressed or try to cover all these beautiful marks you’ve left on me…”
Izuku’s face flushed the most delicious pink as she took the time to really see the state both their bodies were in. The night was still young and already they were quite disheveled. Shota couldn’t wait to see what they would look like by morning. He switched the water off and rubbed them both dry with the nearest clean towel. Before they left the bathroom, Shota tapped the onsen touchscreen and got the water started so the bath would be ready for them in an hour or so.
When Izuku seemed self-conscious about preparing dinner naked, Shota fished a clean t-shirt out of his drawers and tossed it to her, before slipping on his favourite comfy tracksuit pants. She’d seen him like this before, shirtless and hair dripping after a shower but Izuku seemed to stare at Shota more openly this time, drinking in the sight of water droplets rolling down his abs. Izuku looked amazing in Shota’s clothes. It was so sexy to him, seeing her wearing nothing but his shirt, hanging loosely on her smaller frame, barely covering her ass. He bet that if Izuku lifted her arms in the air, it would peek out from underneath. Shota felt himself getting hard again over something so simple.
At least now he could do something about it.
He pressed his erection up against her hip as they searched the fridge for ingredients for an easy meal. Izuku looked up at him in surprise, seemingly shocked that Shota was already hard again so soon. The girl had no idea just how much he’d been holding back all this time. Shota had impressive stamina, something many of his past sexual partners had trouble keeping up with.
“Think you can stay wrapped around me while I cook?” He whispered in Izuku’s ear.
“Like… hug you?” She didn’t seem to fully comprehend his meaning.
“Sort of,” Shota lifted her up with ease, pulling Izuku’s legs around his waist while tugging his erection out of his pants, “Ready?”
He teased her entrance with the tip of his penis, enjoying the way Izuku squirmed at his touch. She wasn’t as wet as before but Shota had no trouble sliding up and into Izuku. Now that he wasn’t on a knife’s edge, Shota was able to take the time to relish the feeling of being inside her. He moved slowly around the kitchen, making a simple meal of miso soup and sandwiches, all while Izuku clung to him like a koala.
His phone buzzed from his hero jumpsuit pocket, forcing Izuku to hold on tight as he bent over to fish it out. Shota sent a short message to Yamada that they needed to rain-check tonight's meal together then promptly put his phone on ‘do no disturb’. Only official emergency hero business could interrupt them now.
Izuku kept shifting and rolling her hips, unable to stay still for too long with Shota’s length inside of her. His dick pulsed and twitched, aching to move harder, faster, deeper. But Shota was a patient man. Once the food was ready, he walked them over to the table, sitting in his usual spot with Izuku on his lap.
He handed her half a sandwich to munch on while Shota sipped at his soup. For several minutes, they just basked in each other’s constant touch, occasionally moving their hips but otherwise content to eat their food while being so close. Once they had eaten their fill, Shota started kissing Izuku again. She was a quick study, getting better with her technique and more confident in her movements every time their lips met.
“How about… you set the pace… this time?” Shota said between kisses, lifting Izuku by her hips before pushing her back down hard on his length.
She moaned into his mouth and moved her feet up to anchor themselves underneath Shota’s thighs. Once Izuku found her footing, she began bouncing up and down on his lap, riding Shota’s cock with a steadily increasing rhythm. Her forehead was crinkled tight with concentration as she tested out what angle felt best, panting heavily as pleasure started to build.
Shota wasn’t anywhere near close yet but he could feel Izuku start to tighten around his member so he helped her along by giving her clit some attention. She climaxed within seconds, forgetting to move her hips as she shook in Shota’s arms. Watching her get there certainly moved him up the scale. If Izuku orgasmed again, Shota was sure he would fall over the edge with her.
He pulled his t-shirt up and over Izuku’s head, finally inside her while she was completely naked for the first time. Shota stood up with Izuku still connected to him, causing her to groan as he moved deeper inside her from that position, before laying her down across their dining table. Shucking his pants off, Shota manoeuvred his way onto the table with her. Grabbing Izuku’s calves, he pushed them down towards her chest, effectively folding her in half, pulling out then entering her again, going all the way to the hilt.
They groaned simultaneously at the feeling. Shota was in so deep and Izuku was so slick and tight. He was already addicted to the feel of her. The idea of ever doing this with anyone else ever again was borderline abhorrent to Shota. He belonged to Izuku now and she was his. Shota picked up the tempo, getting progressively rougher, slamming into Izuku and making the table squeak with each thrust. A supplication of praise and begging for more tumbled from Izuku’s lips as she got close to climaxing again.
“Mine. Izuku, mine, mine…” Shota mindlessly chanted as he felt the familiar stirring of his next orgasm approaching.
“Yes! Shota, I’m yours. All yours!” Izuku got louder as she hit her peak.
He emptied himself deep inside her, teeth latching onto Izuku’s neck as Shota left a trail of bite marks to ward anyone off from trying to take what was his. Despite having cum twice tonight already, Shota was still hard and aching for more. Pulling Izuku up, her body slack in his arms after two orgasms in quick succession, Shota moved them over to the couch. In one fluid move, Shota was back inside her, rolling his hips at an even pace, trying to hold back while the girl recovered.
Izuku looked breathtaking like this, sweaty and blissed out, naked on their couch and moaning his name. There were so many positions Shota wanted to try with her, so many things he wanted to teach her, so many toys he wanted to test out on her. Maybe he would ask Kayama for a few supplies. Shota would have to be careful about it. Even if they weren’t technically breaking any rules, he didn’t want anyone, least of all his nosy friends, to know about this aspect of his relationship with Izuku.
With a soft tug of his hair, Izuku pulled Shota in close for another long kiss. He held her close, heart to heart, moving in unison as they worked their way up to a gentle crescendo. Izuku’s legs wrapped tight around Shota’s waist, pushing him in deeper as they rode the waves of their orgasms together. Shota stayed docked inside her as their heart rates slowed, not wanting to separate just yet.
He was finally starting to soften and Izuku looked ready for a break. She had done amazingly well for her first time. Shota had to keep reminding himself that Izuku was new to all of this and not to push her too hard too fast. It was so easy to forget when the girl rose to meet every challenge, giving as good as she got. Izuku whined as Shota finally withdrew from her, his seed and her juices flowing freely out of her and onto the couch cushion.
“How does a bath sound?” Shota asked as he lovingly caressed her lips with his thumb.
“Perfect,” Izuku whispered in a croaky voice.
If you had asked Izuku yesterday what she loved most about Shota, she probably would have said something about how safe he made her feel or how soft and tender his kisses were. But now, as his talented tongue worked her up towards another orgasm while she lay back across one of the rocks surrounding their personal onsen, Izuku thought she just might have a new answer. They had spent the last hour cuddling and talking and gently kissing while the warm mineral waters relaxed their achy muscles before the kisses grew more heated again.
The steamy bathroom felt hotter than usual as Izuku recovered from her climax. Shota looked pleased at the state he’d worked her into within just a few minutes. As he stood up in the water, Izuku registered with a blush that Shota was fully erect again. Before he could do anything else, Izuku took the initiative, sinking down into the water in front of Shota and kissing the tip of his penis cautiously. It throbbed reflexively at her as Shota breathed in sharply.
Encouraged by his reaction, Izuku wrapped a hand around his length while slowly lowering her mouth over the head. Salty pre-cum tingled on her tongue as she bobbed her head, taking more of his cock into her mouth with each move. When it hit the back of her throat, Izuku nearly gagged and quickly pulled herself off of him.
“Don’t force yourself to do that, Kitten.” Shota whispered as he smiled down at Izuku.
“I want to make you feel good.” Izuku breathed over the slit of his cock before licking it again, enjoying the way Shota sucked in air at the action.
“You… ahhh… you do already,” Shota gasped, gripping Izuku’s hair as she started sucking him off again, “But we have… all the time in… the world… to try… mmf… to try new things.”
“Shota…” Izuku mumbled around his cock before pulling off with a pop, “Do you really want me to stop? Am I not doing it right?”
“Sweetheart, you’re perfect. Truly. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to push yourself to do anything you’re not ready for.” Shota lovingly caressed Izuku’s cheek as she continued to slowly stroke him with her hands.
“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. Promise. You are so good at making me melt with just a touch… so… now it’s my turn to try.” Izuku gave him a shy smile and Shota couldn’t resist bending down to kiss her passionately.
“You’re welcome to try just about anything you want on me, love.” Shota whispered in her ear, “And for the record, your touch is much more powerful than you give it credit for.”
After another quick peck on the lips, Izuku continued her efforts with her mouth, experimenting and testing new ways to tease Shota. She found the texture of his balls to be a little strange in her mouth so decided to leave that area to her hands while her tongue worked its way back up his length. It took much longer for Izuku to get Shota close to climaxing compared to him, highlighting the difference years of experience can make.
When he did get close, Shota’s grip on her head tightened until it was almost painful. For some reason, that spurred Izuku on and had her getting worked up again. Just as Shota came, he pulled her off roughly and ropes of cum spurt all over Izuku’s chin and neck.
“Fuck. That was…” Shota said breathlessly, eyes closed in ecstasy, looking a little wobbly on his feet.
“I wish I could have filmed that.”
“What?” Shota opened one eye to look at Izuku.
“Or just gotten a picture of your face as you finished. You looked… really hot…” Izuku admitted bashfully as Shota smirked.
“Not as hot as you look right now. Cameras probably aren’t the smartest idea… but you can bet I’m taking plenty of mental images of every beautiful expression you make. Burning every sweet noise you make into my hippocampus. When I’m old and grey and Alzheimer's takes me, I’ll still remember how breathtakingly stunning you look tonight.”
Izuku pulled Shota back down into the water for more kisses until their skin was starting to prune. They cleaned themselves up, dried each other off with warm, fluffy towels and finally made their way to their bedroom. Fatigue from the day was starting to catch up to Izuku and as they snuggled naked under the covers, she fought to stay awake so she could enjoy the moment longer.
“Izuku?” Shota whispered as he kissed her forehead.
“Mmmm?” She responded sleepily.
“You’re the reason I smile, too.”
Meanwhile, reclining back in his office chair, Principal Nezu leisurely sipped from a cup of tea while reviewing security footage from the day’s culture festival.