Izuku stared at his girlfriend, dumbfounded.

"She's so...gorgeous," he thought.

He'd never seen Shoko like this before.

She asked, "Well, what do you think, Izuku?"

She had a shy smile on her face; she looked hopeful.

Izuku couldn't find the words to describe how much he adored her in that moment.

She was wearing a dress, something he knew she rarely did, but it suited her perfectly.

Izuku didn't think he could do it justice as he saw every detail of her.

The material was silky and light, flowing gently around her and seeming to hang daintily. It made Shoko look ethereal and beautiful, as she seemed to float whenever she moved. The silk hung down loosely, but there clearly weren't that many layers of it, because it still hugged her form nicely.

And then there were the colors. Pale red mixed with a frosty white, in an arrangement that divided her dress down the middle, with the torso red on one half and white on the other. Over each side, though, were lacy coverings that hung from the dress like icicles, in the opposite color of the fabric they lay over.

It matched her hair perfectly, reminding everyone of how she chose to define her heritage and her quirk.

The dress ended at her shins, but as she twirled slowly to give him a better look, Izuku saw that she also had a icy blue translucent train, hanging from her shoulders like a cape that shimmered and sparkled as she moved, like a fresh layer of ice.

Her hair was down out of her usual braid, cascading down her back and shoulders in ripples, pooling over her front until it stopped just above her breasts. It was kept out of her face by delicate hairpieces, which he realized were green.

Izuku noticed that the dress looped over her shoulders and left thin fabric draped across her upper arms, leaving her forearms bare. She fixed this with long white gloves that stopped just before her elbows.

Izuku thought she looked like a spectral queen, or maybe a serene goddess.

And she was looking at him like he was her world.

It was heart-stoppingly beautiful, and izuku had forgotten how to speak.

He stammered, "Sh-Shoko, you look…"

"Is it too much?" she asked.

He shook his head vehemently. "God, no, Shoko. It's perfect. " he said, reaching out timidly like he was afraid to touch her.

She leaned forwards, placing his trembling hand against her cheek. "Thanks," she said with a smile, "I got Yaomomo to help with the materials, she loved it just as much as I did."

Izuku whispered, "I want to thank her for this, you look so good, Shoko…"

Her smile got wider. "Yeah, well, I figured that if we're going to go public, we're going to do it in style. Speaking of which, I can't wait to see what Aoyama came up with tomorrow."

Izuku had no idea how he was supposed to look like he belonged next to Shoko, when she looked like this.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Shoko's face changing again, her grin becoming mischievous. She said, "Now, I'm pretty sure I made you a promise about this dress. Specifically, that I would let you take it off of me."

Izuku gulped. "Shoko...I don't want to damage this thing," he said, "but... god, I want you right now."

"Oh, don't worry," she told him, "we designed it so you could get it off easily. And wait until you see the rest of the surprise."

Izuku didn't like the sound of that. Or maybe he did, but he was trying to think with the upper head right now.

As Shoko took his hands and gently put them on her waist, guiding his fingers to the sash that was drawn tight around it, Izuku decided that it was a losing battle.

She began kissing along his jawline, and Izuku gently reached around her to find and undo the hidden buttons up her back, trying to be as delicate as possible with the fragile-looking garment.

The buttons undone, Shoko took a step back from him.

"Look at me, Izuku," she commanded as she drew her arms in, removing her gloves and drawing the pins from her hair.

Izuku wasn't sure why she thought he could do anything else.

Then she shrugged off the dress, and Izuku saw what she was wearing underneath.

He decided that today would be a good day to die.

Smut Begins Now!

" S-S-Shoko? Why are you wearing lingerie?" he stammered, his face already bright red.

She smirked, putting a hand on her hip. "This is your other surprise, Izuku. Do you like it? I think Yaomomo hates me for making her create this," she said.

He did like it, very much.

He gaped at her as he took in the sight. Shoko let him take his time, enjoying the way she made him forget how to breathe.

Shoko was, sure enough, wearing a set of lacy lingerie, with thigh-highs, a garter belt, and slender straps linking the areas actually covered by the fabric, which wasn't much. It made her look so unbelievably sexy, Izuku decided that she had gone from an angel to a succubus.

The detail that most broke him, though, was the color .

Shoko had chosen to wear bright green lingerie under her dress.

The same shade of green, Izuku realized, as his hair.

He tried not to look at where the garter belt accentuated the curve of her hips, or where the bra somehow made her breasts look even bigger than they already were, and failed at both.

"Uhhh...Shoko?" he asked, "why did you choose this color?"

Her smile gave him the answer he already knew, but she still supplied, "Because, it's a reminder of who I'm choosing to wear this for. It's the color I associate with the only man who will ever get to see me in it."

Izuku's heart thudded at her declaration, and he slowly crept forward. He whispered, "Thank you, Shoko. For everything."

She responded, "No, Izuku, I'm the one who should be thanking you. That's one of the reasons I'm wearing this, as a matter of fact. I want to show you how grateful I am for everything you've done. You've saved me so many times, this is the least I can do."

Izuku quickly stammered, "You don't have to thank me for anything, Shoko! I don't want you to feel like you have to do this as my reward or something-"

Shoko put a finger over his lips, shutting him up. She replied, "Be quiet, you wonderful man. Now get on the bed, because having you look at me like that makes me wet, and I'm done waiting to fuck you."

Izuku found himself suddenly flung backwards onto the bed, with Shoko sashaying over to him and swiftly pulling his shirt over his head, before starting to grope for the waistband of his pants.

He groaned as he sat himself up on the bed and watched Shoko sink to her knees as she finally got him naked.

Wordlessly, Shoko looked up at him with a lusty smile, before she started to run her tongue up and down his shaft, which was already hard after seeing her dressed like she was.

Izuku watched as his girlfriend, using the experience she'd built up by this point, swiftly wrapped her lips around his tip, sliding down his quickly lubricated shaft as she began to suck.

She bobbed her head skillfully, using her lips and tongue until Izuku was helpless, unable to do anything but bask in the sensations she was giving him.

The whole time, she kept her eyes locked on him, her eyes filled with love as she tightened her lips even more around his cock.

Pushing as far down onto his shaft as she could fit, she held there for a second before releasing his dick with a gasp, licking his tip again as he moaned just from the sight.

"You like it when I do this, don't you, Izuku?" Shoko said as she gently began to fondle his balls, determined to make him feel as much pleasure as she could.

"God...don't stop…" he moaned in answer.

Shoko smiled, and happily wrapped her mouth around him again, resuming her movements as she sucked him off.

She kept doing it, with repeated cycles of bobbing, licking, and fondling, until Izuku was gasping for breath, and Shoko could no longer ignore her own burning need.

Standing up, she made sure Izuku's eyes were fixed on her before she reached behind her back and undid the lingerie bra, untangling the complex straps before flinging it aside.

Then, she did the same with the panties; the rest of the lingerie would take too long, and she thought Izuku would appreciate her keeping it on,

Walking back over to him, she said in a low, intense voice, "Give me your cock, Izuku. I want you to fuck me."

He groaned and didn't fight her as she gently pushed him back down onto the bed and straddled him, slowly lowering herself down until his cock was slowly pushing into her.

Shoko moaned happily as it happened; she never got tired of the feeling of being entered, of being tenderly and lovingly pushed into by Izuku.

The only thing she liked more than fucking him was being filled with his cum, and lucky for her, the two always coincided.

Izuku moaned as her tight walls clenched around his cock, bringing his hands up to hold onto her hips as she leaned forwards.

Shoko pushed herself down onto him fully, enjoying how big he was. It felt like he was inches from her cervix, just like it always did.

She loved the idea of not just having sex with Izuku, but being bred by his giant dick.

Slowly, she began to move her hips, rising off of his dick and then letting herself glide back down his shaft in short but lengthening movements.

She braced herself with hands on either side of his head, leaning forwards until his face was inches from her breasts.

He looked up at her worshipfully, his hands resting on her waist and creeping down to grab handfuls of her ass while she rode him.

Shoko wanted more; she started to speed up and slam down harder, moaning as Izuku's dick kept reaching deep into her and pleasuring her favorite spots.

She raised herself up with her thighs again and again, rolling her hips as she let herself fall back down onto his cock, hearing and feeling the smack as her ass struck Izuku's body when she fully descended.

She thought, "H-he's so warm inside me…"

She moaned his name as she felt her orgasm start to build close to the tipping point. She was determined to make him cum, she wanted to be filled again.

She repositioned herself, and started driving her body down onto his cock even faster and more forcefully, biting her lip in bliss as Izuku moaned, "S-Shoko…I'm gonna cum…"

"Yes, Izuku! Cum for me!" Shoko said, managing to be clear and assertive, even though it felt like lightning was burning through her nerves as she desperately slammed her upper body back down against him, kissing him recklessly as she switched back to short, aggressive bounces and rocking her hips against him. She refused to risk letting Izuku's cock get anywhere close to leaving her aching body, not when he was so close.

She was going to get his seed, and she wasn't going to quit until her womb was full.

Maybe he would get her pregnant.

Sure, Shoko knew she was still using birth control. But it wasn't perfect; it failed sometimes.

And Shoko wanted Izuku's babies so badly.

As soon as she thought of getting pregnant from giving Izuku the reward she'd always wanted to give him, Shoko was doomed.

She cried, " K-Knock me up, Izuku! Get me pregnant!"

That did it, apparently.

Izuku shuddered at her words, and went over the edge.

Shoko felt his cock start throbbing inside her as he grit his teeth, cumming harder than Shoko had ever seen or felt.

Shoko came, too, latching her mouth onto his neck and screaming with love and ecstasy as her whole body spasmed, shaking with the force of her climax.

Her thighs twitched and tried to draw closer, making her pussy clamp down on Izuku's cock even as he filled her womb.

She didn't relax her thighs as he arched his back, pushing up into her even further as he shot rope after rope of cum into her waiting body.

It was the best climax Shoko had had yet, and it still wasn't enough.

When Izuku had finally finished inside her, Shoko slumped and rolled off of him, panting.

Beside her, Izuku was doing the same.

Weakly, he said, "Shoko, that...that was incredible."

She agreed, "Yeah...was it the lingerie, or was it me riding you, or something else?"

Izuku looked at her, and she saw he was blushing. "Uh, not quite," he said.

"Then what was it?" she asked, "because I want to do that again. And no matter what, I'm keeping that lingerie, because I like wearing it for you. A lot."

Izuku hesitated, but finally said, "Um...it was you begging me to get you pregnant. When...when you said it, I thought about what you said a few weeks ago, about what you'd look like pregnant. I imagined you, with a swollen belly from carrying our kid, and, um, I really liked that."

He was blushing, but even as he spoke, his hand crept over and lay against her flat stomach, as though picturing it round and growing.

Shoko grinned. "In that case," she said, "we might have to move up our timetable for the future. But before that...I want more , Izuku. Show me how much you like the thought of getting me pregnant, by filling me up again."

Before Izuku could even respond, Shoko got back up.

She'd milked one load out of him, now she wanted him to pour one into her.

She got onto all fours, spreading her legs wide as she faced away from where Izuku lay on the bed. She reached back to spread herself wide, presenting her soaking pussy for him.

Turning her head, she said with a smile, "Come on, Izuku. Give me more."

He stared at her again, that look of pure disbelief crossing his features again. Then, it shifted into the more confident, certain look Shoko loved to see on him. It was happening more often, now, and Shoko wanted to figure out how to encourage it, because it was hot as hell.

He followed her, laying his cock, already hard again, against her enticing folds.

Leaning over, Izuku said, "Always, love. I'll give you everything."

Shoko shuddered, and not just from Izuku re-entering her moist pussy.

She was in for a wild ride, wasn't she?

As it turned out, she was, as Izuku started to slam into her supple body with relentless force.

She was sad when they had to eventually stop and get to sleep that night for the Gala.

She decided to make up for it by fucking Izuku senseless as soon as they got home from the damn party the next day.

Smut has ended!

All too soon, the day of the Gala had arrived.

Izuku looked at Shoko, who was standing next to him in front of UA, even more radiant in her gorgeous dress now than she had been last night.

She was still wearing his shade of green, although thankfully this was in the form of the corsage flower and bead bracelet around her wrist, not the damn lingerie that Izuku knew Shoko had stored somewhere in her closet.

He shuddered as he thought about those clothes, and what they did to him.

At least he felt a little better about his own clothing choice, from how Shoko was looking at him.

Izuku felt like a prey animal in the gaze of a big cat, because Shoko looked like she wanted to devour him.

He cracked, "Do you like the suit?"

Shoko replied, "It's taking most of my willpower not to tear my dress off and demand you take me right now, Izuku. Yes, I fucking love the suit."

Izuku looked down at himself. Honestly, he wasn't sure why Shoko approved so much. Sure, he liked this suit, and it definitely showed off his muscles, with a tight cut and strong lines that were enhanced with the white undershirt Aoyama had given him. Once the suit had been pressed, it was crisp and smooth, which only added to the effect. Aoyama had even somehow found a way to comb down Izuku's wild hair into something resembling a handsome style.

With a wink, the Frenchman had made Izuku's tie half-red and half-white, split down the middle to perfectly resemble Shoko's hair. They matched shockingly well, and Izuku thanked their classmates silently.

All of their efforts made Izuku feel like he could at least be presentable at an event this fancy, even if he didn't think he could stand out.

He didn't need to, because the only person he wanted to think he looked good was Shoko, and she apparently found him hot in literally anything.

And nothing, of course, but that went without saying.

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Shoko squeezed his hand reassuringly, and he accepted the gesture with a return grip.

Then, he saw the limo Shoko's bastard father had sent.

Shoko turned to him, recognizing the uncertainty on his face. "Hey," she said, "we'll be fine. You and I know the plan; we're going to walk in there, be ourselves, call my father a piece of flaming shit to his face, and then find a reporter and fuck over Endeavor with true love."

Izuku replied, "Yeah...you're right. And...true love?"

Shoko looked at him, dead serious. She said, "Yes, Izuku. If this isn't true love, I don't think it exists."

Then the limo door was opening, and Shoko was leading him into the back.

There was no turning back now.

Shoko apparently recognized the man driving the limo. As Izuku sat down, she said, "Hello, Akko! It's good to see you again. Whatever my father said about picking up my date, ignore it. We're going straight to the Gala."

Izuku expected more resistance, but the driver, Akko, simply replied, "Of course, Miss Todoroki. Who is this handsome young man with you?"

"My boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya," Shoko said.

Akko's smile was blinding. "Nice to meet you, Master Midoriya," he said, "treat Miss Todoroki well, alright?"

Izuku nodded. "I will, sir," he said.

Akko nodded, and rolled up the window between him and them.

As they started the drive to the Gala, Izuku asked, "So, who is this guy?"

Shoko answered, "He's worked for my family for years. He's one of the ones who isn't scared of Endeavor, he always tried to protect us from him. He couldn't do much, he had to avoid getting fired, but he did what he could, covering for us when we tried to get away for awhile, slipping us things we weren't allowed to have, that sort of thing. He knows a little bit about what my father's been trying to do, and I'm pretty sure that was his seal of approval for you."

Izuku smiled. "I like him already," he said.

Shoko just slipped her hand into his, and they settled in for the ride.

It didn't take that long to reach the venue, all things considered.

Izuku could hear the noise and chaos even from here, and he saw hordes of reporters and paparazzi through the tinted black windows.

He gulped; it was the moment of truth.

Akko pressed a button, and the limo door started to open.

As the roar of reporters swelled to a crescendo, each of them trying to get the best view of the youngest Todoroki sibling, Shoko looked back at Izuku instead.

"Well, it's showtime, Izuku," she said, "are you ready?"

The love in her voice gave him all the strength he needed.

Izuku replied, "With you, Shoko? Always."

She smiled, and stepped out into the light.