"Okay, Deku," Ochako sat back on the bed, looking over at her boyfriend with a slight worry on her face, "what do you wanna talk to me about Melissa?"
"It's ..." Izuku sighed, rubbing a hand against his face. "I'm not sure how to begin."
"It's okay," she reached a hand out to grasp Izuku's, but he jolted away from her touch. Ochako flinched at the sudden movement, and her eyes became downcast. "Deku ...?"
"I'm ... shit, I'm sorry, Occhan," Izuku muttered, and he already felt the telltale wetness in his eyes. God, did he even have the heart to tell her?
"Deku, whatever's going on, please tell me. I can't ... I can't help if I don't know."
"I ... I know, Occhan, it's just ... this is just ... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry because ..." Izuku let out a shaky breath, and felt tears still form in his eyes. "... because for the last few weeks, I've been having ... having dreams." He didn't hear Ochako's sharp intake of air, but continued on, knowing if he stopped now, he wouldn't be able to continue. "Dreams of ... you and ... Melissa. I've ... I've been having dreams about Melissa. I ... I know that it doesn't make sense. How ... how I have you, the girl of my dreams, and I'm still thinking about her, but ... but I think I realized something today, when we were dancing. I ..."
He let out a shaky breath, and felt the tears fall from his cheeks and onto the bed below.
"... I think I love you both. The ... the same. I know ... I know how scummy I am. I have you, everything I need, but I'm ... I'm thinking of her. But ... but those years ... those years without you, and with her, I ... I think I've loved her all along ... her and you. You both ... you both mean so much to me." He let out a tense breath, and continued through his cries, "I'm - I'm so sorry, Occhan. If ... if you want to break up with me, I don't mind. I know ... I know I don't deserve you. If you ..."
The next part of his speech was interrupted, however, when Ochako threw herself onto him, hugging him tightly. He let out a strangled sob, knowing how undeserving he was of this, and almost went to pull her off, tell her not to waste any time with him, but then she began whispering in his hair.
"Deku ... please, don't say that." He could feel a wetness in his hair, and the voice she was speaking in almost made him double over, it sounded so sad. "I would ... I would never break up with you. Never. I love you."
"I ..."
"I don't blame you for loving her." She shook her head, holding him tighter, while Izuku squeezed his eyes shut. "I will never blame you. I can't. I don't have that right. I abandoned you for years ... I ran away from you. You said you didn't deserve me? You're so wrong. I don't deserve you."
"Please, don't say ..."
"I've been having them too."
Izuku opened his eyes, confused, and looked up at Ochako's face. She was teary, but gave him a small smile as she sat back, giving him some space.
"What are you ...?"
"The dreams. About Melissa. I've been having them too."
"What?"
"Yeah." She nodded, biting her lip. "They started last week. Pretty much the same ... just us having ... you know." she giggled a bit at that. "And then at the reception today ... dancing with her, enjoying her company ... I think all those months ago was when it started, and I never realized."
"You ... you love her too?"
"Well ... maybe not love," Ochako looked unsure, but still raised a hand to brush away his tears. Izuku responded by doing the same to her, causing her to giggle a bit. "I definitely ... feel something for her, just not as strongly as you do."
"I ... Occhan, I ..."
"It's okay," Ochako whispered, and brought him back into a hug. Izuku responded immediately, squeezing her and brushing a hand through her hair. "I love you."
"I ... I love you too."
They decided to stay like that for a bit, holding each other tightly and running hands through each other's hair. They finally moved so that they could look at each other, and Izuku only took a second to look into her chocolate brown eyes before leaning in and kissing her. Ochako responded in kind, pressing her lips back and holding him tighter. They disconnected, and then fell on their sides, holding each other tightly.
"So ..." Izuku sighed, biting his lip. "What should we do?"
"Well ..." Ochako took a second to think, looking to the side and sighing. "It's ... well, I've had this idea before, today actually. But ... but I think ..."
"What?"
"... what if we bring her in?"
Izuku stared dumbly at her for a second, not really getting what she was saying. Then it came to him, and he jolted.
"Wait, like ... like, bring her into the relationship?"
"Yeah," Ochako pushed her head into the pillow. "You said ... you loved us both, right? Equally?"
"I ... yeah."
"Then why not?" Ochako brushed a hand against his cheek again. "I know I ... I know I definitely feel something for her, so it won't be like ... just about you. It'll be the three of us, together."
"But ... but what if she doesn't feel the same way? About us?"
"Then we'll handle that together," Ochako pushed her forehead against his, smiling, "but I hope that she does. I think ... I think we'll be happy together."
Izuku sighed, but closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the feeling of her against him. The weight that had collapsed on his chest had been lifted, and he was feeling as though she used her quirk on him.
"Then ... then tomorrow. We'll ask her tomorrow."
"Yeah." Ochako pressed another kiss to his lips, and pulled back. "Now, uh ... I was wondering ..."
"Hm? Wondering what?"
Ochako let out a small laugh, and gave him a mischievous grin. "I know we kinda ... interrupted our little session with this, but ... are you still in the mood?"
Izuku raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what she was asking, and then smirked and rolled over so that he was on top of her, Ochako letting out another breathy laugh.
"I mean, I'm not opposed," he smiled down at her, bending over and pressing a kiss to her neck, making her stutter.
"Of course you're not opposed to sex," Ochako laughed, brushing her hands up and down his back. "Don't know if you never noticed, but you're kinda a slut."
"Yeah, but I'm your slut."
"Hell yeah you are."
"... you slept with Izuku another time?"
"Yeah," Itsuka shifted uncomfortably on the bed, crossing her arms slightly, "and, before you ask, yeah, Ochako knows. I talked to her yesterday, and she says that he told her like ... a few days after they started dating."
"Oh. So, uh -" Melissa cleared her throat, laying down beside her so that they both faced the ceiling. "How did - how did Ochako take it?"
"Actually? Pretty well," Itsuka laughed lightly. "She said that she didn't really had any room to judge, since she did kinda ditch him for years - but we talked it over, I apologized, she said it wasn't necessary, we hugged, it was all good." Itsuka smiled a bit, then added in a teasing tone, "Besides, she did ask if it was hot, so I don't think she minds anymore."
Melissa laughed as well. "Well, okay, so you slept with him the one time because ...?"
"Well, the first time," Itsuka sighed, "was when my agency and his teamed up in our last year. He saved me from a villain, I got a small crush on him like most teenage girls do, I approached him, and we - yeah, we did it."
"Okay. And the second time?"
"The second time ..." Itsuka nodded, closing her eyes. "... the second time was a bit more complicated."
"Neito, are you fucking kidding me?!"
Itsuka had just gotten home from work, a long, hard day of fighting some villain with a laser quirk behind her, and was looking forward to slipping into the bath and relaxing, waiting for her boyfriend to get home and maybe order some food out. What she didn't expect was for Neito to be standing half-naked, looking like he had been caught red-handed, while Bibimi Kenranzaki was standing behind him, looking ashamed that they were seen.
"Are you - are you fucking kidding me?!" Itsuka spat, hands clenched tightly as she glared daggers at her boyfriend. "You've been having sex with other girls behind my back?! How long has this been going on for?!"
"Trust me, Itsuka, I don't think you'd understand," Neito sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair while smiling a bit smugly. "You see, you've been so busy with work recently, it cut into our down time. So obviously, I had to find other people to assist me in my loneliness."
"That doesn't mean you fuck other people behind my back! If you had a problem, you should've told me!"
"Ah, but you wouldn't understand! That's why your relationship with Tetsutetsu or Kodai didn't work out, you're way too passive! You're too used to being normal, you can't do anything adventurous. If I had asked you to break up, you would've tried to find a way to make this work out. I had to arrange this so that you would understand."
"So you're saying ... that you let me catch you sleeping with someone else ... so I would break up with you?" Itsuka asked lowly, feeling very, very calm and very, very angry.
"Exactly! I hope that you eventually understand. And I do think that we would work better as friends anyway."
"Oh, Neito ..." Itsuka laughed a bit, enlargening her hand and drawing it back, seeing Neito suddenly look around in alarm, "I completely agree."
"God damn it," Itsuka grumbled as she ran through the city, grumbling and cursing as she glanced up at the building thunderclouds, and the wind started throwing her around a bit. Japan had received notice of a hurricane coming at them, and everyone was getting ready to spend the entire day inside, but Itsuka had gotten distracted at work, and now was halfway across the city from her apartment, and since she felt a drip of water on her head, she knew that she was far too late.
She cursed out loud and booked it towards the nearest shelter, a small convenience store she could hide from the water as it suddenly came down hard. Worse yet, she was wearing her pair of sneakers that had holes in them, so now she had wet socks. Itsuka cursed a bit, shivering slightly from the cold water. Great. So not only was she sad and angry, now she was dripping wet. Stupid hurricane and stupid Neito. Then she heard a voice behind her.
"Kendou?"
Itsuka turned to see, of all people, Izuku Midoriya looking at her, blinking. He was slightly wet himself, his normally bushy hair wet and dripping. He was dressed in his hero costume, indicating to Itsuka that he had just gotten off of work. He was staring at her a bit hesitantly, as though unsure how to approach her. Still, Itsuka felt something warm in her belly once she saw him - admittedly, she still had a small soft spot for the green-haired hero, and seeing him again made her dark and moody day a bit brighter.
"Midoriya!" She smiled, creeping a bit closer so that they could face each other. "It's been a while, how are you?"
"Uh - I've been better," Izuku admitted, giving her a small smile and glancing at the thunder rumbling in the sky, "I thought I'd get home quicker if I Floated, but then I almost got struck by lightning, so I thought I'd come down and just walk home."
Itsuka laughed a bit at the image of Izuku getting struck by lightning, looking cartoonish and with black soot covering his face. "Yeah, you'd better keep low to the streets. You have enough lightning going on with your quirk, you don't need to be struck by it."
Izuku chuckled as well, and then rubbed a hand through his wet hair. "Er - what are you doing here, Itsuka? I thought you lived over near the Corusaunt Ward."
"I do, but I was running late from work," Itsuka sighed, taking a second to step outside and squeeze the water out of her hair, "plus, my bike's under repairs, so I couldn't take it to work."
"Oh, man," he said sympathetically. "Do you have a way home?"
"Er - not really," Itsuka shrugged, looking towards the bus stop. "I was going to wait and ..." she faced the bus stop just as the last bus pulled away, the life leaving her eyes as she watched it go, "... take ... that bus ..."
"Oh." Izuku winced, watching the bus take off while Itsuka lowered her hand and sighed.
"Well, I guess I've gotta ... call a taxi," Itsuka chuckled weakly, reaching in to pull out her phone ... and paled when she saw the dead battery.
"Ah." Izuku muttered, biting his lip.
"... wow, today sucks," Itsuka chuckled, putting the phone back in her pocket. "I guess ... I'll just ... walk."
"Wait, no, Corusant Ward is an hour away by foot!" Izuku protested, shaking his head. "You'll get sick."
"Well, I don't really have much choice," Itsuka sighed, shaking her head. "My phone's dead and the last bus is gone, and the storm isn't exactly going to let up ..."
"W-well, why not s-stay with me?" Itsuka blinked, looking around in shock at Izuku, who had just gone very red and unable to look her in the eye. "I - I actually live down that way, not five minutes away. You can - you can use my shower and - and stay until the storm passes by."
Itsuka felt her heart start to beat faster, and she shook her head, her hands raising. "O-oh, no, I can't - I can't possibly impose."
"Y-you wouldn't be!" Izuku insisted, shaking his own head. "It's just - I don't want you go get sick, and my apartment is pretty much right there. It - it's okay."
"I ... are you sure?" Itsuka bit her lip. "Seriously, you don't have to."
Izuku took a deep breath, and then looked back up at her, giving her a soft smile. "I just ... I don't want you to get sick."
Her heart started beating harder now, but it wasn't ... a bad feeling. It felt ... it felt nice, and made her feel warm. It was like ... when they ... Itsuka shook that thought out of her head, and gave him a smile.
"In that case ... sure, Midoriya, I'd love to spend some more time with you."
Izuku's big smile confirmed that Itsuka had made a good choice.
Since the run back to his apartment did take about five minutes, Itsuka and Izuku were soaked once they had entered the apartment's lobby. Laughing and cringing at the cold, they quickly got into the elevator and headed up to his floor, chatting idly about the weather outside. Finally, they trooped out, headed down the hall and entered Izuku's apartment, Itsuka walking in and taking off her wet shoes.
"I can take your laundry and put it in the dyer, if you want," Izuku offered as he took off his hood, soaked to the bone, "and you can take the first shower."
"Eh?" Itsuka turned to him, wide-eyed. "Oh, no, you can take the first shower, Midoriya, it's your shower."
"I mean ... no, no, you can go first." Izuku insisted.
"Midoriya, please, there's no need to be polite -"
"I'm not being polite, I'm telling you you can take the first shower."
Itsuka eyed him, a small smile on her face, "Midoriya, you've always been too much of a gentleman."
"And you're still a big sister." Izuku shot back without any heat. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Itsuka laughed and shook her head.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll take the first shower," she conceded. "Happy?"
"Very," Izuku laughed as well. "If you want, I can also make tomato soup. That always helps me heat up."
"Ooh, sounds good," Itsuka nodded, and started to waddle towards the bathroom, trying hard not to trek too much water on the floor. As she reached the door, however, a thought came to mind, and she turned back to look at him. "Er - Midoriya?"
"Yeah?"
"You were ... supposed to take my clothes, right?"
Izuku nodded for a second, not really getting it at first. Itsuka raised an eyebrow, waiting a few seconds for him to get it. After waiting, it seemed to finally come to Izuku, who went wide eyed and red in the face.
"Oh. OH! Oh, uh, if you wanna - I - I could take - your clothes once you're in - in the - in the shower."
"Huh." Itsuka looked back in the bathroom, looking at the glass door with no shower curtain. Izuku seemed to realize it at the same time and somehow went even redder.
"I - I, uh -"
Itsuka sighed, giving him a soft smile due to his embarrassment, and suddenly had an impulsive thought. Thinking about his reaction to what she was thinking, and how hilarious it would be, she decided to throw caution to the wind. She grabbed the wet shirt and yanked it over her head, grunting a bit. Izuku let out a squeak once he saw her bra and immediately threw his hands across his face, covering his eyes from her half-nakedness.
"I - what are you doing?!"
"It's ... it's nothing you haven't seen before, you know," she shrugged, putting down the wet shirt, but with a lot less confidence than she had before - suddenly standing in front of him in a wet bra reminded her why what she did was a bad idea - cause it was embarrassing as hell.
"But - but I thought - wouldn't Monoma be mad?"
That completely soured Itsuka's mood, her small smile falling, and she shook her head. "We broke up."
"Oh." Izuku glanced up at her through his arms, and saw the sad look in her eyes. He temporarily forgot his embarrassment and lowered his hands, looking at her in concern. "Kendou ...?"
"I'm -" Itsuka sighed, and then said, "I'm going to take off the rest of my clothes in the bathroom, and put them outside the door when I'm done. Okay?"
"... yeah. Okay. I'll ... I'll have some warm clothes outside once you're done."
"Okay. Thanks, Midoriya."
She then closed the door, shutting it quietly, and sighed to herself as she unbuttoned her jeans and roughly slid them down her legs. That was so stupid, she thought to herself as she took off her bra and put it in the small pile on the ground. Why would she tease him like that? In fact, why was she so comfortable teasing him like that? They literally just saw each other again after what? A whole year? And here she was hitting on him? What was the matter with her?!
"You're too used to being normal, you can't do anything adventurous."
Itsuka froze as Neito's words came to her again, that smug, arrogant look on his face briefly overcoming her. She growled lowly, and moved to the shower, turning it to hot and feeling the water. It was over a month since their relationship came to a very horrible end, and not even the sight of his broken nose would make her feel better. Because deep down, as much as she hated to admit it, the little cheater had a point. She was too used to being normal. It was why her relationships with Tetsu and Yui fell apart - because she was too comfortable with what was than what it could've been.
She sighed as she finally stepped into the hot shower, relief as the cold finally retreated while she slowly rubbed a hand through her orange hair, letting it out of its usual ponytail. Strangely, she didn't feel uncomfortable in Izuku's shower - maybe because they slept together it didn't feel weird. In fact, Itsuka mused to herself, it was weirdly good to see Izuku again. Like ... like he seemed to be the same, but ... different. He filled out his costume much more now - gone was the raggedy looking clothes, his frame filled out the costume nicely. Lean, but not skinny. She smiled to herself as she remembered the wet hair, how his clothes clung to him, his face standing out dripping wet, the water clinging to his chin ...
Itsuka shook her head and continued to stand underneath the shower. She was just here until the hurricane passed, then she could go home. She did not need to start fantasizing about the guy she lost her virginity to. Their first time had been ... well, it was awkward, as most virgin sex had been. But ... but she had always remembered how careful he was of her, how he had looked at her, almost ... almost in worship. He hadn't been very good at oral - she can't fault him for that one, no one's perfect during their first time - but at least he tried. Tetsu hadn't wanted to risk eating her out with his teeth, Yui wasn't really much for sex in general, and Neito was pretty much all about him. Izuku had been the only one of her lovers that had put in effort to make her feel good, and ...
... and let's be honest, she was still nursing that small crush on him. He was still so sweet.
Itsuka sighed, and shut off the shower. She shook her head and stepped out of the shower, glancing at the floor and seeing a white t-shirt and shorts waiting for her. She apparently hadn't even noticed him sneak in and deliver those, because her wet laundry was gone as well. After taking a second to dry off, she lifted the white t-shirt, observing it and the kanji for 'flannel shirt', and snorted at his dorky humor. She stared at it for a few more seconds, and then, overcome with curiosity, pulled the t-shirt to her nose and sniffed.
It smelled cottony, and like mint. She sighed, rubbing the soft fabric against her cheek. Then she realized what she had just did and threw the t-shirt aside, almost tempted to enlarge her hand and smack herself in the face.
Calm down, hormones!
She shook her head again, trying to dislodge that thought from her head, and picked up the t-shirt. Ignoring the temptation to sniff it again, she dropped it over her head, and reached for the shorts. Realizing she didn't have any underwear to go with that, she sighed and decided to just roll commando. She exited the bathroom, sighing and walking into the kitchen, saying, "Okay, I'm done with my shower, you can -"
Her sentence was cut short, however, when she saw Izuku standing in the kitchen, stirring the soup while his shirt was off, showing off every muscle and scar on his upper torso. Itsuka felt her thoughts trail off as her gaze flickered down to his navel, thinking to herself, Was he this fucking hot when we had sex?! He glanced out of the corner of his eye at her, and immediately realized what was happening. His eyes went wide and he let out a loud 'eep'.
"Oh, god, Kendou, I'm sorry, I - I just changed out of my stuff and - and - I - oh, crap, I'm sorry, this - this must be so embarrassing!"
"No, no, it's okay!" Itsuka tried to assure him, and tried very hard to flick her gaze back up to his face. "I was - I was just saying the shower's ready for you. I can - I can watch over the soup while you jump in."
"I - o-okay." Izuku nodded stiffly, and made a beeline towards the bathroom, shutting it quickly. Itsuka was quick to pick up the spoon and swirl it in the soup on the stove, trying to get her cheeks to calm down.
Oh, god, I'm so fucking screwed.
It didn't take long for Izuku to get out of the shower, probably just jumping in and jumping out, and in that time Itsuka not only finished up with the soup and poured them into bowls, she decided to take the extra initiative to make grilled cheese sandwiches, finishing flipping them and putting them on plates as he left the bathroom in a white t-shirt and shorts. They took their food and went to the couch, taking the time to eat. After finally slurping the rest of her soup, Itsuka sighed as she leaned back, content.
"Thanks for that, it's been so long since I've had grilled cheese and soup," Itsuka told him.
"No problem, it's usually what I eat once I've worked in the rain for a long time." Izuku also leaned back, smiling up at his ceiling. Itsuka imitated him and looked up at the ceiling as well, letting a comfortable silence envelop them. For a few minutes, they were content to just sit there, listening to the heavy rain and lightning outside the window, before Izuku finally broke the silence.
"Hey, uh, Kendou?" she let out a hum to let him know that she was listening. "I'm ... I'm sorry for bringing up Monoma right now. That must've ... been a sore subject."
Itsuka continued to look up at the ceiling before sighing again and looking back down at him, giving him a soft smile. "It's okay, Midoriya," she told him. "You didn't know."
"Er - can I ask ...?"
"Why we broke up?" Itsuka finished the sentence, and Izuku nodded dumbly. She sighed and crossed her arms, feeling herself frown. "He cheated on me."
"W-what?!"
"Yeah. Had been for a while." Itsuka laughed without humor, returning her gaze to the ceiling, glaring. "He said it was something about cheating on me so I had the 'strength to break up with him'. Bullshit. He just wanted the thrill."
"God."
"Yeah. Don't worry, I gave him a good punch in the face before I left. That was ... a month ago, I think?" Despite the tough-girl stance she had taken, she felt her lip quivering a little. "It's ... it's just, why would he do that? If he had a problem with me, he should've told me, right? Why did he ..." she couldn't help sniff. "... why didn't he just tell me?"
Izuku looked at her, sympathy on his face, as she tried to wipe a tear from her cheek, turning away. She tried to take a deep breath, steadying her breath, but she felt the tears start to fall. She felt Izuku's arm wrap over her shoulders. Part of her tried to tell him to not bother, but his grip was warm, and she caved, resting her face on his shoulder and crying softly. Izuku ran a hand through her hair, trying to soothe her as she tearfully broke down.
"I'm ... I'm really sorry, Kendou," Izuku whispered, stroking her loose hair.
"It's ... it's okay," she muttered, wrapping one arm around his midsection and returning the small embrace. "Honestly, I have no idea what I even saw in him in the first place."
They sat there for a little bit in silence, Izuku gently holding her as she tried to calm her breathing and wipe the tears from her eyes. Finally, she managed to slow her shaking breath, and slowly disconnected from him, wiping her eyes and letting out a small chuckle.
"S-sorry about that," she giggled lowly, "don't know what came over me."
"It's okay," Izuku said, looking a bit lost. He glanced around his apartment, thinking for a moment, then nodding and standing up. He strolled towards his closet and opened it, rummaging through it. Itsuka looked at him in confusion, and didn't receive any answers when he pulled out a few blankets, drapping them over his chair.
"Midoriya, what ...?"
"Well, whenever my friend Melissa is sad," Izuku explained, a faint red on his cheeks, "we usually build a blanket fort and watch movies. It always cheers her up a bit. I ... I'm not sure if this would work, and you don't have to, but ..."
Something warm pooled in Itsuka's chest at the kind gesture. She suddenly felt the urge to go over and just kiss him senseless, and wonder why the hell she didn't ask him out after they slept together the first time. There was a huge part of her practically begging to just go over there and just take him, but she shook that thought out of her head and stood. She walked over and took a blanket in her hands, giving him a soft smile.
"Okay," She nodded. "Let's build a fort."
Izuku's smile practically blinded her, but they soon set to work, draping the blankets over the couch and chair. While they worked, Itsuka couldn't help but glance at him as he worked, humming a bit to himself as he used a pillow to hold down the blanket. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, and the need to feel good was practically overwhelming her. However, a small plan formed in her mind as Izuku brought over a lamp. Hopefully once she asked her question she would be able to go ahead.
After finishing, they stood back briefly to admire their work, and Izuku gestured for her to climb in first. Giggling, Itsuka went to her hands and knees, crawling into the space. She also was sure to make sure she went slow, so Izuku could look at her behind while she crawled in. Inside the small enclosure, Itsuka smiled. There were pillows from Izuku's room, blankets from his bed, and cushions so that they could lay down and relax. The light of the lamp gave the small fort an orange glow, very relaxing and cosy.
Izuku crawled in after her, and she giggle lightly as she laid back on one of the pillows. "I haven't done this since I was little. Good idea, Midoriya."
"No problem." Izuku chuckled, sitting back and leaning beside her. He was about to ask if she wanted to watch a movie when she subtly cleared her throat.
"So ... Melissa," Itsuka looked over at him, giving him a coy grin. "A girlfriend of yours?"
"What?!" Izuku gasped, going red once again and flailing his hands around. As humorous as that was, she felt a slight panic that he was going to mess up a blanket and send it tumbling on top of them. "N-no, that's not it! She's - she's just a friend! That's it!"
"Okay, okay," Itsuka chuckled, getting him to calm down slightly. They were silent for a few seconds, when she cleared her throat.
"Uh ... Midoriya," Izuku's gaze snapped back to her, surprised that she had gone slightly red. "I was - I was thinking that when you held me earlier, that was - that was pretty nice. Do you mind ..." she exhaled, bracing herself, "... do you mind if we cuddle?"
Izuku's red face completely drained of color, as though he went into shock. He seemed to just realize the position they were in - in an environment that could easily be considered a romantic one, with Itsuka, in his clothes, staring at him with that expression. Izuku gulped, about to freak out and run the hell out of his own apartment in the middle of a hurricane - but then he remembered the night they had together.
How warm it was, how soft, how she looked ... her moans, her smile ... how her hands felt against him ... and then the pain after Uraraka up and left him ...
There was no denying it, Izuku was lonely. Had been since graduating. And now ... Itsuka seemed to be implying that she wanted to get closer. So ... why was he waiting? Izuku gulped again, and opened his arm, stretching it behind her head. Itsuka took that initiative and crawled closer, resting her head against his shoulder, and slinking an arm around his waist, pulling herself closer. Izuku lowered his hand hesitantly to rest on her back, gently rubbing a thumb against her spine. She hummed in satisfaction and nuzzled into him, causing him to stutter.
"Awesome," she muttered, smiling against him. Izuku, without thinking, began rubbing her back, and basked in the closeness and warmth emulating from her. Izuku leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Hey, Izuku?"
"Hm?"
"Have you had any girlfriends after we ... you know?"
Izuku hesitated a bit, before shaking his head. "Er - no."
"Oh," Itsuka nodded a bit, and pressed her face closer, her face now pressing into his neck. Izuku felt his heart hammer when she spoke, her lips barely pressed against his neck, but when she talked he felt them move against him, and felt his self-control start to crumble.
"I dated a few people after you," she told him, her hand now rubbing his side. "I dated Tetsutetsu, but he came out after a few months, so that didn't work out."
"Really?"
"Mm-hm." She somehow nuzzled even closer, her breasts now pressing against his arm, sandwiching his arm between them. She could hear him start to pant slightly, and knew that her plan was working. "After that was Kodai, but that was mostly a loneliness thing. She wasn't ... really into it. We broke up. And then after that was Monoma, who's ... you know, Monoma."
"I'm really sorry you had to go through that," Izuku muttered into her hair, and she shivered a bit. Excitement was starting to bubble in her chest.
"I know," she nodded, "and ... and I'm talking about them because ... of all the people I was with ..." she then pressed a kiss against his neck, causing him to jolt slightly. "... you were the best."
Izuku debated heavily what to do, almost wanting to push her away and run to his room. But his body, the loneliness he was feeling, started making his body move without thinking. He pressed his own lips against her head, making her hum. He didn't stop there, however; he pressed his lips to her forehead again, pausing for a few seconds before moving on lower towards her cheek. He soon mumbled while kissing her. "When ... when we spent the night together ..." he reached her cheek, leaving a peck there while she muttered in satisfaction. "... that was amazing."
"It was," Itsuka whispered, tilting her head so that he could continue the kisses. She moved a leg to wrap around his waist, drawing herself closer to him. His hand on her back began moving downwards, towards the small of her back as he finally reached her neck, beginning to leave small kisses. Itsuka let out a small pant at the feeling as her own hand lowered, feeling the small tent in his pants and rubbing at it. "I ... If you want to ..." she moved her head again, gripping his cock and rubbing it through the shorts. "... I want to fuck you again."
This was pretty much all they needed, really, before self-control, practically non-existent though it be, finally snapped. Izuku freed his head from her neck and pulled her down, finally kissing her on the lips. Itsuka moaned, and adjusted herself so that she was straddling him, grabbing his head in both hands and running them through his soft green hair.
"I wanna feel good again," She whispered through the kisses, letting out a small grunt as he grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed, "I want you to make me feel good again."
"God, yes," Izuku moaned out, jolting his waist as she rubbed herself against him, her clothed privates grinding against his. He rolled them over so that she was on her back, and she opened her eyes to see him panting, gazing down at her with utter lust in his eyes. He immediately reattached himself to her neck, causing her to moan and raise her leg up, rubbing at his stiffness with her thigh. He grunted, and then reached down, pulling up the shirt so that he could look at her abs. He slunk down, crawling and planting his lips against her abs and beginning to lick.
She let out a tense moan as his lips and teeth grazed her stomach, wrapping her legs around his back as he nibbled at her. She grabbed the t-shirt and ripped it over her head, throwing it to the side beside the pillows, and panted as he raised himself to her breasts, immediately grabbing them and giving a soft squeeze.
"Missed them?" She panted, smirking down at him as he thumbed her nipples. He laughed a bit and, instead of giving an answer, dipped down and took one of her digits into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue and biting lightly. She let out a gasp and moan as he sucked lightly, before disengaging and moving to her other nipple, giving it fair treatment. After playing with her boobs for a minute, he began his descent again, kissing her stomach and rubbing her sides in appreciation. "Glad you - glad you still like them." she panted, rubbing another hand through his hair. "Monoma didn't really like my abs - didn't make me look girly, he said."
"What bullshit," Izuku muttered, being sure to lick her abs and leave a kiss. "These are fucking hot."
"Glad you ... think so," Itsuka smirked, laying back as Izuku raised her hips, grabbing the band of the shorts and bringing them down. She was now fully naked, the shorts flung towards the entrance of the blanket fort, and he took some time to look down at her, looking at familiar territory. Her pussy was already wet, looking more appetizing than anything Izuku had seen all day. He lowered himself and hoisted one of her thighs over his shoulder, being sure to kiss the inside of her leg on his way to her dripping entrance.
"I-I see you've - you've learned," Itsuka gasped out with a slight laugh, the feeling of his lips ticking her. "Didn't you just dive in the first time?"
"Yeah," Izuku grinned, a bit embarrassed, but continued his way towards her, "sorry about that, by the way. It probably wasn't very good."
"Babe, you've been the only guy trying to get me off like that, don't apologize."
"Babe?"
"Er - yeah, babe." Itsuka glanced away, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, Kendou ..." Izuku chuckled, and then gave her arousal a quick lick, making her jolt up and whip her gaze down at him. "It's more than okay."
"Oh, fuck," Itsuka moaned out as he began eating her out with zeal, her hands rubbing his hair affectionately. This was definitely a new sensation for her. She was ready for Izuku's uncertain, lightly probing tongue, but he licked her with confidence and desire, pushing his tongue into her and using a finger to play with her clit, causing her to cry out and throw her head to the pillows. It had been over a month and a bit since she had anything close to sex, and she was so sensitive right now she wouldn't be surprised if she came in about a minute or so.
"God damn where - where did you -" She paused to moan again, panting. "Where'd you learn - learn to do this?"
"W-well, I decided to study after our first time," Izuku confessed, grabbing her hips and pushing his face further into her snatch, "just in case I ever, you know, went down on someone again. You like?"
"Oh, baby, I fucking love this." Itsuka folded her legs over Izuku's head, encouraging him to go even deeper. Izuku took that invitation without question, shaking his head back and forth while digging his tongue somehow even further inside her. She cried out, leaning forward and grabbing fistfulls of his hair, panting raggedly as she felt something warm pool in her stomach, and beginning to rise in her.
"I'm ... I'm about to ..."
"Cum for me, baby," Izuku whispered into her snatch, swirling his tongue around her clit and fingering her as she shrieked in pleasure.
"Babe, like that, like that, please god, don't stop!"
Izuku followed her instructions well, kissing and licking her clit, and Itsuka finally felt herself start to cum, screaming out and arcing her back as she exploded, jolting at the pleasure shooting through her. Finally, she felt herself come down from her high, panting and gasping out as Izuku removed his fingers from her, taking the time to lick at them.
The action sent desire shooting through her, and she immediately grabbed his face, bringing him back up for another lust-filled kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth to taste herself on him. Izuku kissed back just as hard, fighting her tongue with his for dominance, and pulled her closer to him. She rolled them back over so that she was on top of him, smirking as he played with her ass again, rubbing the soft flesh. Finally, she disconnected from the kiss, taking a few seconds to pant before she immediately dipped down to his neck, biting it and causing him to cry out. She felt her hands enlargen, and in her excitement, used its strength to tear at his shirt, ripping it in two. The action caused her to come back to her senses.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry!"
Izuku stared down at the ripped shirt, blinking, and felt another shot of arousal shoot through him. He grabbed her head and brought her back to him, kissing her and biting her lip. Itsuka gasped out in surprise, but quickly fell back into her sex-driven mood, grabbing his waistband and pulling it down, pausing to look down and see the cock standing at full mast, and she gave him a smirk.
"Well, well," she kissed his cheek, using a hand to grab his penis and rub it with her thumb, "looks like someone's excited to see me."
Izuku grunted, closing his eyes at the pleasure.
"When was the last time you came, babe?" She whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Yesterday? Two days ago? A week? A month?"
"A month," Izuku gasped out, rubbing his hand against her abs again while she hummed.
"A month? Oh, poor baby," she said in sympathy, beginning to kiss her way down him, letting her hair trail behind her so that it dragged against his chest, leaving a ticking sensation, and continuing to jerk him off while she descended. "So pent up, huh?"
"Y-yes!"
"You shouldn't be. You do sooo much good." She pressed a kiss against his stomach, rubbing his cock between her breasts. "You work so hard, don't you? Don't you, baby?"
"I - I do!"
"Poor baby, you probably wouldn't last as long as me, huh?" She mused, finally reaching his penis and giving it a soft kiss, just on the tip. "It's been so long for both of us. Do you want me to make you cum, baby? Do you wanna explode all over me?"
"Y-yes. Yes, please!"
"Oh, babe," She smiled, and decided to treat him. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"
With that, she brought her chest around his cock, engulfing it in her cleavage. After hearing him moan out, She began working her tips up and down, giving him a titjob and loving every minute of the sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth. Every time she would see his penis pop up, she would kiss at it, making him closer and closer to breaking and cumming all over her. She took a second to wrap her tits tighter around his cock, wrapping it in the soft and warm flesh, and licked at the tip, causing him to jolt up as he began panting raggedly.
Almost there, she thought as she wrapped her lips around the tip. She didn't blame him from already needing to cum - it had been a while for him as well, and her handjob and titjob was probably already driving him over the edge. She decided to finish him off by playing with the tip with her tongue, swirling it around. That was all he really needed as he let out a yell of pleasure, and he came inside her mouth. She moaned out, briefly surprised at the sudden explosion but rolling with it, being sure to gulp up any cum in her mouth, and sealing her mouth tightly around his penis so none would escape.
Once he finished cumming, he fell back against the pillows, desperately attempting to catch his breath. Itsuka took advantage of his tiredness to crawl her way back up to him, pinning him down against the cushions. She was sure to audibly gulp, making sure he knew she swallowed. This seemed to rouse Izuku back to life, who grabbed her head and brought it back down for another kiss. She moaned in his mouth and was more than happy to make out with him for a few minutes, letting him recover and rub her back and breasts while she felt up his own muscles, tracing each ab with her hands.
She felt his rod stand back at attention, and giggled as she rearranged herself, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her wet entrance. They both let out small grunts as they felt each other.
"I'd say this is going much better than last time," Itsuka breathed out, smiling happily as she rubbed the stiff tip against her.
"Yeah, I'd say so," Izuku smiled back up at her, rubbing her hips. "Uh, is it safe to ...?"
"Yeah, it's safe today," Itsuka confirmed, continuing to rub the cock against her. Izuku managed to fight down a groan of pleasure, slightly tightening his grip on her hips.
"W-well, unless you want me to cum again without even being in you ..."
"Oh, there's no chance of that," she giggled, and finally began lowering herself down on his rod, letting out a gasp as he penetrated her. "Oh, fuck ..." she moaned out, screwing her eyes shut as she pushed more of his cock in her. Izuku let out a grunt, his grip on her hips tight as she surrounded his cock, already squeezing it. Finally, Itsuka managed to bottom out, letting out a few pants as she got used to him inside her.
"God, I fucking missed this," Itsuka gasped out, and raised her hips and brought them back down, letting out a small groan as she began pumping herself up and down. Izuku responded by adjusting himself underneath her, grabbing her ass and helping with the movements. He began moving his own hips, meeting her halfway and causing the room to be filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Itsuka let out another cry of pleasure and threw herself down on Izuku, reclaiming his lips and swirling her tongue in his mouth. Izuku responded by moving his legs so he could better hump up into her, his cock driven in and out as they fucked. Itsuka moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him harder. Izuku responded by rolling them over, positioning himself over her and continuing to ram into her, driving her crazy with delight.
Itsuka wasn't one to take this standing, however - she considered herself pretty dominant, and there was no chance of her being fucked by him. She grabbed his hips and rolled herself back on top, beginning to ride him with increasing pleasure. "Oh, fuck, babe, right fucking there!" She cried out, rolling her hips back and forth and feeling his cock push up into her. Izuku let out a moan, but he seemed to want to be the dominant one and rolled them over again, letting him fuck her on her side. Itsuka then responded by pausing her humping, twirling around so that she was facing away from him, and raised a leg. Izuku then began ramming into her from behind, Itsuka crying out in pleasure as she was fucked. God damn, this was what she needed. Tetsu and Neito didn't seem to want to be too rough with her - seemingly thinking they could hurt her - so Izuku fucking her without any caution was a very welcome change of pace.
"Fuck, baby, right fucking there," Itsuka whispered, smiling in pleasure as he kissed her neck, reaching a hand over her and rubbing her clit. She let out a series of moans as he continued to fuck her, until they rolled over again, Izuku on top of her and fucking her from behind. She rose to her hands and knees, grunting and panting in pleasure as he took her doggy style, slapping her hearty ass and grunting.
"I want you to cum in me, baby," she whispered, looking behind her shoulder into his eyes, practically eye-fucking him as hard as he was actually fucking her. "I want your cum. Please, give it to me, babe, I need it!"
"You want it?" Izuku growled, the rising pleasure making him speak in a deeper voice than usual. He collapsed on her, practically on top of her as he moved his hips faster, her ass jiggling to his thrusts. One of her hands ended up enlargening, knocking away one of the supports of the fort and causing the whole thing to collapse on them, covering them. They were too far gone to care, though, Itsuka biting her pillow as Izuku continued to ram into her.
"Oh, god, please, baby!"
"You want my cock, babe?!"
"Please, god!" Itsuka begged, her orgasm rising within her, nodding crazily. "I need it, I need it, babe! Please, babe!"
"Fuck, baby!" Izuku yelled out, feeling her tighten around his cock, squeezing him. It didn't take long for the two to cum together, Izuku letting out a shout as her velvety walls squeezed the life out of his cock, causing him to erupt within her. Itsuka screamed out as she came, feeling herself squirt onto the blankets as they both rode out their orgasms, panting as though they had ran across the city.
Finally, they felt their orgasms fade away, and Izuku carefully pulled out of her, letting out a tense breath as he left the warmth. Itsuka rubbed a hand against her face, barely paying attention as Izuku got up on shaky legs and walked towards the kitchen. She glanced up when he returned carrying two glasses of water, and a box of Kleenex under his arm. She laughed a bit and accepted the water, draining it in one gulp before grabbing the Kleenex and beginning to clean up. Izuku was sure to assist her, wiping at the blankets below as she cleaned.
"God, I liked our first time, but this was a whole 'nother level," she chuckled as she threw the used Kleenex into the garbage.
"I agree," Izuku chuckled, bending down to kiss her forehead.
"So wanna sleep out here?" Itsuka asked as they laid down, nuzzling back into his side and rubbing his abs.
"Sounds good," Izuku chuckled. "You kinda tired me the hell out."
"Oh, you have no idea," Itsuka chuckled, and Izuku used his phone to turn off the lights, leaving them in darkness to cuddle and fall asleep. Itsuka rubbed herself against him, loving the warmth emulating from him like a radiator. She knew her crush on him had just went deeper, and she was tempted to rouse him up and properly ask him out, ask to date the one guy who hadn't treated her like some fragile vase, who listened to her and understood, who made sure to cheer her up, who seemed to love being with her as much as she loved being with him.
The following morning, though, she ran into the problem.
"That morning, I lost my courage." Itsuka leaned back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. "Once I woke up, and we had breakfast, I realized that Izuku ... as much as he liked being with me, what we did ... it wasn't really that deep. The news came on, and it was an interview Uraraka. I saw how his eyes changed. He looked ... so sad, but so hopeful for her. I realized I didn't have a chance. I asked to be friends, and he agreed. We've texted on and off, we've done team ups, everything. I think that at one of Kirishima's parties, we kissed one time, but it was because we were drunk. But ... but I let him go."
"But ... but maybe it could've been different," Melissa said, looking so lost and teary eyed.
"Maybe," Itsuka mused, continuing to stare up at the ceiling. "Maybe if I did ask, we might've had a chance. We might've broken up eventually, but maybe ... heh, maybe we could've had the full life I've always wanted. Married, kids, white picket fence, a dog. But ... but not anymore. I've let him go."
Melissa blinked tears out her eyes, looking down at her feet. As much as she didn't like it, Itsuka had a point. Izuku and Ochako were so in love with each other, it was almost sickening. And there was absolutely nothing she could do with either of them. They were too into each other to send her any glances. So would she be like Itsuka, eventually drifting off from both of them?
"But ..." Melissa's gaze turned back to Itsuka, who had looked down at her and smiled. "... if I could do it over again? I'd confess. Regardless of what he would say."
"What?" She gasped, looking at the orange haired heroine in surprise. "But - but what about ...?"
"Not asking Izuku out is always going to be my biggest what if." She explained. "Like, what if I just stomached my insecurity and just asked? He'd probably say no - or it wouldn't work out - or he would say yes. So what I'm saying, Melissa ..." Itsuka sighed, and nodded. "I'm saying you should go to both of them and tell them. It doesn't matter if they say yes or no - at least you won't be sitting on it forever. Don't be like me, okay?"
Melissa blinked more tears out her eyes, and slowly brought Itsuka in for a hug. Itsuka smiled again and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her back. They sat there for a while, just holding each other, before Melissa raised her head back and said, "Okay. Okay, I'll tell them. Is ... is there anything you want before I go?"
Itsuka was about to say no, but she thought about it and said, "Well ... I know you said you're about to go after them, but do you mind if we kiss one more time? You're a pretty great kisser."
Melissa laughed at that, and nodded, bringing her head in closer and kissing the martial artist. Itsuka kissed back, closing her eyes. It wasn't a heated, sex-filled one, but a soft pressing of lips. They disengaged, and the girls smiled at each other.
"Go get 'em, inventor girl."
Izuku and Ochako had just stepped out of the shower, rubbing their wet hair out of their eyes, when there was a knock at the door. They turned to look at it, and then glanced at the clock, seeing that it was at least three in the morning. Eyebrows raising, Izuku turned to the door and quickly opened it, and blinked in surprise at who he saw.
"Melissa? What's up? It's late. Er, early."
"Hey, Izuku," She smiled at him, but there was clear nervousness on her face. She glanced into the room and saw Ochako standing there as well, staring at her in surprise. They looked concerned that Melissa was still in her dress from the wedding, and looked up at how conflicted she looked. "Er - can I come in? There's something ... something I need to talk to you two about."
Izuku and Ochako shared a glance, both minds slowly coming to the same conclusion, and Ochako was the one to smile at her and nod. "Yeah, Melissa. Come in."
Melissa nodded, and slowly entered the hotel room, Izuku closing it behind her.