Five months after Shoko's interview
Shoko grumbled again as she stared into the mirror. Hefting her breasts up, she examined them in the reflection. They filled her hands and spilled out, nearly reaching the top of her swollen abdomen.
"Are they seriously still getting bigger?" she thought.
She huffed; this was starting to get ridiculous.
Did she seriously have another two months of this? Her belly was already so big, she felt like a beached whale every time she tried to move around her and Izuku's new shared dorm, or go to class. That wasn't all; Shoko was certain that she was getting rounder all over, especially around her ass and thighs.
At least Izuku seemed to enjoy it.
She was managing school on top of this, though, with the help of everyone around her. She knew she would make it through this.
But for the love of God, some of the side effects of pregnancy were annoying.
Rei and Inko kept telling her that she was extremely lucky; apparently, she was handling a pregnancy like this, especially with twins, exceptionally well. She sure didn't feel like it.
For example, the first time she'd felt her babies move, she'd been so excited that she'd leapt out of her seat and dragged Izuku out of class to show him; but now, they never fucking stopped moving. Shoko was tired of waking up in the middle of the night because one of her kids landed a direct hit on one of her internal organs.
She and Izuku has chosen not to find out their genders before they were born, but Shoko could already tell differences between them.
The baby occupying the right side of her womb was the biggest hothead Shoko had ever met, and she knew Katsuki Bakugo. They were constantly moving, kicking and punching everything in reach, which was unfortunately mostly her spleen. They also seemed highly responsive to Shoko's mood swings, picking up their activity when she got angry or emotional.
The one on her left, by comparison, was a literal angel. Shoko almost never felt them kick, except when she was looking for them to. She swore that they were the calmest baby in the world.
In the end, though, Shoko knew that she already loved both of her babies, and she hadn't even met them yet.
But her breasts were so fucking sensitive right now, it was driving her insane. They weren't alone, either; Shoko felt like her whole body had turned into one enormous erogenous zone for Izuku to kiss and toy with whenever her hormones flared up, which was constantly.
The bathroom door creaked open, making Shoko turn to see who it was.
"How are you doing?" her fiancé asked gently.
She sighed, "I'm fine, Izuku. Just...thinking."
Izuku, ignoring her nakedness, crossed over to embrace her gently as he said, "What were you thinking about, Shoko? It's almost time to go to bed."
Shoko answered, "Just complaining about what your kids are doing to me."
Izuku chuckled. "Why are they my kids, now? You're the one who kept begging for me to knock you up," he joked.
Shoko snorted, then explained, "They're your kids when they make me feel more bloated than Fatgum, and nowhere near as attractive."
Izuku's hands snaked around her from behind as he assured her, "You are gorgeous, Shoko. This doesn't change anything."
Shoko complained, "My tits are gigantic now, Izuku! I feel like I'm getting rounder every day, and I haven't seen my feet in weeks! My whole body is so sensitive, I get wet when you look at me! I know I want to do this with you again, but why is it so annoying?"
Izuku was quiet as Shoko finished her rant, gently holding her by the waist as she vented into the mirror. When she was done, a smirk crossed Izuku's face. Shoko's eyes went wide, and a shiver went down her spine.
She knew that smirk. It was the one Izuku got when he was about to do something to her.
As his hands snuck further forward onto her pregnant belly, Shoko realized, "Oh no, he's going to fuck the frustration out of me, isn't he?"
Izuku pulled her naked body close to him and whispered, "Shoko, you are the most perfect woman in the world. I love everything about your body right now, especially your tits. Let me show you."
As he stroked her sensitive skin, working his way up her torso and towards her swollen chest, Shoko whimpered, " Please, Izuku…"
He obliged; his warm, scarred hands reached Shoko's tits and immediately began grabbing big handfuls of them. She moaned desperately as he began to massage her breasts, relentlessly teasing them as her body shook with pleasure.
"Are you getting wet yet, Shoko? Is your body already wanting me? Do you need my big cock yet, babe?" Izuku teases as he started to hone in on Shoko's nipples.
"Oh god, please, my nipples are still so sensiti-AHHHH!" Shoko cried, arching her back and grinding against Izuku as he found her nipples and pinched, making her feel like lightning was surging through her.
Izuku toyed with her body, tugging her tits forward in alternating bursts, almost like he was milking her. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, making Shoko bite her lip to suppress her screams of pleasure.
Izuku asked, "When do you think you'll start lactating, Shoko?"
Shoko moaned, "N-Not until the ninth month, I think…"
Izuku nodded as he continued groping her breasts. He said, "The thought of you leaking milk from these big tits of yours is so hot , Shoko, it makes me want to do... this."
Without warning, Izuku spun Shoko around, leaning her up against the wall next to the mirror and making her spread her legs.
Shoko whimpered as her shoulders touched the wall. She watched Izuku lean forward and clamp his lips around her erect nipple, and her knees nearly buckled from how incredible it felt.
He started to suck, while keeping one arm around Shoko for stability. The other hand crept lower; Shoko lost sight of it once it reached past her belly, but she could still feel it tracing a path down her sensitive skin.
Izuku reached her center, and gently guided her quivering legs apart, beginning to slowly explore her folds.
Shoko could only moan needily as Izuku nursed her, his fingers slipping into her tender depths and making her buck against his reassuring grip.
He didn't let up, playing with her tender, swollen body to his heart's content, leaving her gasping as he drew out the touch another second, and another, on and on until she couldn't stop crying his name.
Shoko was shuddering in his arms as he switched from one breast to another, her hands clenching his fluffy green hair as two fingers relentlessly plowed her pussy.
She felt like she was being milked, and she loved every second of it.
She couldn't help but cum; his hands and lips were everywhere, relentlessly carrying her along until the tightness pooling inside her snapped.
She felt her eyes roll back as she orgasmed, crying out her lover's name as he held her gently, letting her cling to him as his fingers flexed inside her.
As Shoko trembled in the aftermath, her searingly sensitive skin came under assault again, as Izuku kept trailing kisses across her pregnant belly.
Finally, she'd had enough. Izuku's care had only stoked her fire again, and her hormones were back in full force.
He asked, "Are you ready to come to bed now?"
She said, "Izuku, you know damn well that's not going to be enough. Now, get on the bed, because I want to fuck you."
He laughed, and joined her in leaving the bathroom.
As soon as he left, Shoko moved with lightning speed.
She may be seven months pregnant, but she was still a hero in training, and she was fully capable of explosive actions when necessary.
Izuku didn't even try to fight it as Shoko threw him down on the bed and ripped his clothes off as quickly as she could.
As she did, she said, "You need to stop with your magic fucking fingers, Izuku. Just because I'm horny all the time and you can play my body like an instrument doesn't mean you get to make me cum whenever you want."
He grinned as he answered, "Am I not allowed to show my pregnant fiancé how much I love her body?"
Straddling his cock and letting her aching body lower itself down onto it, Shoko replied, "Oh, you can do that all you want."
Then, she moaned as Izuku's cock filled her smoothly and perfectly, gliding into her soaking pussy with ease.
She couldn't slam herself down on it with her belly in the way, but she didn't need to. Her body had become so attuned to Izuku, she knew exactly how to move.
She simply braced herself with her legs and hands, laying back as she supported herself, and began to rock her hips back and forth, tiny motions adding up as she glided up and down.
Izuku groaned as she clenched tight around his cock, and as he looked up to see Shoko spreading her legs wide for him, slowly riding him while he got a perfect view of her pregnant belly, swollen tits, and loving eyes.
It was as if a fertility goddess was fucking him, and all he could do was lay back and let Shoko satisfy her needs; it was only fair, considering how he'd awoken them in the first place.
Shoko didn't waste time teasing Izuku; doing that would only distract her from the goal of fucking him as completely as possible. She let her adoring gaze and tender cries of pleasure show her love, while she felt his cock stimulate the most wonderful spots inside her like it always did.
Eventually, Shoko decided to change her position a little, and she shifted upright again, giving Izuku the chance to scoot backwards until his upper body was propped up by the many pillows Shoko had covered their bed with.
His hands came forward to grasp her hips, guiding her as she kept riding him, reaching forward for the headboard.
From here, Shoko realized, her breasts were exactly at the level of Izuku's face, and it was easy for him to simply lean forward as he helped her bounce on his cock, and suckle her desperately sensitive tits.
She cried out again as this new source of pleasure joined the thrumming energy coursing through her, and she started to get close to her second orgasm.
She could feel Izuku's cock twitching inside her; he was close, too.
Shoko couldn't lean forward because of her belly, so instead she simply said, "Cum inside me, Izuku! Fill your pregnant wife with even more cum! I want all of it in my pussy!"
Izuku groaned, "Fuck, Shoko, I'm gonna-"
If he finished his sentence, Shoko didn't hear it, because she felt her orgasm rush over her at that moment, causing her muscles to spasm and her pussy to clench again.
She felt Izuku cum with her, felt his seed filling her once again. The warmth was still her favorite feeling in the world, especially now that it had taken root inside her.
Shoko bucked again as they rode out their orgasms together, feeling Izuku's lips still attached to her breasts, her hands releasing the headboard to clutch her belly as Izuku filled her up.
At last, it ended, and Shoko slumped as she rolled off Izuku and snuggled against him, taking extra care to protect her babies as she lay down.
"There, that's better," she said, "I suppose you're allowed to make me cum, after all."
Izuku smiled, but his mind seemed far away. Finally, he asked, "Shoko, why did you call yourself my wife?"
"Isn't that what I am?" Shoko replied.
Izuku looked at her with confusion. "Um...not yet? The wedding isn't set for another few months, after graduation…"
Rolling onto her side, Shoko put her hand under Izuku's chin, raising it to make him look at her. She began, "Izuku, I don't care about some stupid ceremony. You know as well as I do how little I know or care for social expectations or stuff like that. As far as I'm concerned, I am your wife, period. We have everything we need for it, right here. You and me, in love, and kids on the way. I can't wait for us to officially get married, but until then…who says we can call each other husband and wife? Some piece of paper, a priest, or us?"
Izuku nodded thoughtfully. "I...suppose you're right," he admitted, "I didn't think of it that way."
"So, I can call you my husband?" Shoko asked, eyes shining hopefully.
Izuku smiled back as he answered, "Only if I get to call you my wife."
As she pulled his head against her chest, (What? She was still horny) Shoko said, "Deal, husband."
Izuku was a little too busy worshiping her body to call her his wife quite yet, but Shoko didn't mind.
Once and for all, he was hers.