In the dark night and the soft glow of the dorm room, two lovers wrapped themselves around each other, bodies and lips pressed together so closely it became impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Kyoka's whole world had disappeared, replaced with Izuku. Her hands formed fists in his achingly soft hair, his body pressed down on hers as he rolled her onto her back, her head on the pillow as his hands cupped her face tenderly. Her jacks, moving without her conscious thought, curled possessively over Izuku's neck, pulling him closer.

Kyoka never wanted that kiss to end, for the world to unfreeze and let this moment of perfection, of relief, of love, slip away. She would never let Izuku go, ever again.

Then, Kyoka felt Izuku press against her body again, and the fire inside her was stoked even hotter. She needed something, something more powerful than just holding him like this, a way to fulfill the fantasies that had occupied so much of her mind for so long. Kyoka whimpered into the kiss, her body shuddering as Izuku rocked against her.

When Izuku finally broke the kiss, a small thread of saliva still connecting their tongues for a moment, he stared into Kyoka's bright red face, and he decided he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Even then, he winced internally with guilt at how he'd been too scared to confess to her. Once again, she'd had to make up for his failure.

So Izuku leaned close, ignoring the way his skin got hot as he pressed Kyoka into the mattress, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Kyoka. I wanted to tell you, but-"

Kyoka shut him off; there was no more time for regrets. Using her jacks to pull his head down until their noses rubbed together, she growled, "Don't you dare apologize. You know now, and that's enough. Kiss me again, you idiot."

Izuku smiled even as he obeyed, pulling Kyoka even closer and letting her lips chase away his worries. Then, Kyoka opened her mouth into the kiss, and Izuku was so stunned that he did the same. Their tongues twirled around each other, and Kyoka's hands came up to clutch Izuku's shoulders, pulling him down into her.

At that point, neither of them could have pulled away if they'd wanted to; they scrambled for each other, the quiet solitude of the dark room letting them get lost in their love.

Then, Kyoka couldn't take the lust surging through her anymore. Izuku was here, in her bed, his body over top of hers and pressed so tightly that she could feel his heat pouring into her, their fingers tangled in each other's clothes. All the things she'd dreamed of suddenly seemed to be coming true, and it stoked the fire in her belly until she couldn't control it anymore.

When they broke the kiss to gasp for air like they were drowning, Kyoka panted, "Izuku...I want to...go further. Do...do you?"

Izuku froze. He wouldn't have imagined Kyoka saying something like that in his wildest dreams, in the fantasies that plagued his sleep. It was a crack in the dam he'd tried to build to hold back how much he wanted her, and he felt like he was being swept along by the current.

In a voice that sent goosebumps down Kyoka's spine for how close to her neck his mouth was, Izuku whispered, "Are you sure, Kyoka? We only just...well, kissed…."

Kyoka nodded wordlessly, thoughts flitting just out of her reach as Izuku shifted his weight and his leg came to rest directly between hers, rubbing her crotch, making her breath hitch and her body heat up. She managed to stammer, "Y-yes, Izuku, I'm sure...I don't care about how long we've been together, I don't care if it's moving fast. I want you."

Izuku gulped at Kyoka's husky voice telling him that she wanted him, at the look of desperation and endless hunger he could see in her eyes. He could lose himself in that look, spend a thousand years trying to satisfy the need he saw there, and never come close to filling it. And the sight of Kyoka lying underneath him, her hair a mess, jacks tangled, her shirt riding up as she panted hard with lust and love for him…

Izuku couldn't hold back any longer. Every fiber of his being was aflame with his desire for Kyoka, and he couldn't resist.

But still, worry held him back. Izuku asked, "Will...will you be okay? I don't want to hurt you."

Kyoka smiled softly at the kindness of this boy she loved. Gently, she answered, "I'll be okay, Izuku, as long as you're here."

Then, she dragged Izuku down to her, her hands and jacks wrapping around him as they kissed again.

Smut Begins!

Feeling Kyoka grab so hungrily for his body at last convinced Izuku to give up his worries and let them float away. He wrapped himself in the feeling of fiery warmth that Kyoka's skin against his gave him, and he let his hands slip from her cheeks down towards other places they yearned to explore.

Kyoka's hands and jacks, for their part, swiftly traveled to the hem of Izuku's shirt, where she slid her palms against the toned flesh of his torso and began to let them move upwards, dragging Izuku's shirt with them.

Deepening the kiss, Kyoka felt Izuku's weight settle more securely on her, and she instinctively spread her legs a little wider, bringing him directly against her center, which was heating up so rapidly she felt like she was burning.

Izuku's mouth left hers for a second, but Kyoka realized why when he sat further upright, and helped her remove his shirt in a smooth, gentle motion. Kyoka's mouth went dry as she stared at Izuku's chest, which was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Perfectly sculpted muscles made him look like a Greek statue, and it made Kyoka want to fuck him senseless. The thought that a man like this was hers, that someone who got lustful looks from so many without even knowing it only had eyes for her slim frame and lithe curves...it supercharged her lust, covered her skin with goosebumps as she imagined what Izuku would do to her.

She whispered, " Holy shit, Izuku, you're perfect."

Izuku flushed redder at her words, and Kyoka only wanted him more.

Then, Izuku seemed to come to a decision, and then he lowered himself back down into Kyoka, chest-to-chest, and attached his lips firmly to the side of her neck.

Kyoka made a quiet sound at first, until she felt Izuku suck a sensitive region of skin in between his lips and start running his tongue and lips over it, as though tasting her. After that, Kyoka's gasps and whimpers of lust filled the whole room, as a strange electric feeling seemed to surge through her veins from the point where Izuku was slowly making his way down her neck, pressing hungry kisses against her skin and setting it on fire with need.

Kyoka bucked involuntarily as Izuku's progress made him tug down the collar of her shirt, just enough to find her collarbone. When his mouth found the soft skin there, so sensitive to him just like the rest of her, Kyoka's lips finally parted, and her hands tightened on his bare back.

She moaned, "I-Izuku…"

Kyoka was so hot, she thought her whole body was going to catch fire. Blood was rushing through her, and she could think of nothing but the roaring need in her belly, and the ache between her legs. Izuku hadn't even taken off any of her clothes yet, and she was on the verge of begging.

The man she loved set about fixing that oversight a moment later, when he whispered, "Kyoka, c-can I...take this off?"

He tugged at her shirt, and Kyoka's heart caught in her throat. If Izuku did that, if he undressed her, he would see all of her, see the parts of herself she was still a little ashamed about, the reasons why she didn't think she was beautiful.

But that was nothing compared to what she'd already done, and besides, Kyoka loved him more than anything. If anyone could look at her and love her body, it was Izuku. Kyoka trusted him, even with herself.

So she replied, "Yes, Izuku, you can."

A moment later, Izuku's weight on top of her shifted, and Kyoka felt his hands on her waist, pulling her purple shirt upwards. She helped him tug it up and over her head, and before she could think twice about it, Kyoka sat up a little to unclip her bra, her breath hitching as Izuku watched her do it.

Kyoka flushed red as Izuku gently took her bra from her hands and flung it aside. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands as he stared at her, at the pale skin of her slim body, now exposed for his eyes.

As the silence stretched on and Izuku kept staring at her chest, at the orange-sized mounds of her boobs and the way her puffy pink nipples were already hard with cold and arousal, Kyoka squeaked, "W-what are you looking at? I know they're not big, but…"

Gently, Izuku leaned forwards, taking Kyoka's hands in his own. "Kyoka, they're perfect, just like you," he murmured softly as he tenderly pushed her back onto the bed, and covered up her tits with his hands.

They fit perfectly in his palms, like they were made for him to caress and tease. That was exactly what Izuku did, as he began kneading and groping her flesh with tender, loving care, his lips against Kyoka's neck once more.

Her own hands clutching Izuku's back still, Kyoka squirmed for a moment, her breathing deepening as the warm, dull thrum of pleasure began to build inside her, flowing steadily from where Izuku's nimble fingers danced over the skin of her breasts. Then Izuku found her nipples and squeezed tightly, tugging them up and rolling them between his thumb and index finger. Kyoka, not expecting the sudden, overpowering surge of pleasure, yelped, her body quaking.

Izuku asked, "Did that feel good?"

Kyoka nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut and her face bright red as Izuku kept tenderly exploring her. He just...kept touching her, in all the right places; her tits, her sensitive, erect nipples, the toned skin of her belly, which he stroked gently as his hands began to trace ever-widening circles around her boobs. Kyoka arched her back involuntarily, pushing her chest forwards, exposing it even more so that Izuku could send lightning through her veins.

Then, Kyoka felt something warm closing around her nipple, and she opened her eyes just in time to see Izuku start to gently suck on it. She whimpered with pleasure and lust as the heat inside her became even more unbearable, and Izuku just kept sucking on her tits, working them over in every way he could think of as his hands finally reached Kyoka's waist.

When she felt the hem of her shorts starting to go, Kyoka didn't even care; her whole body was aflame, she was soaking wet, and her own hands were drifting lower on Izuku's body, too, starting to feel something impossibly hard in his shorts.

"I did that," Kyoka realized numbly, "he's hard...for me."

Somehow, that sent a little thrill down her spine, just as much as the feeling of Izuku briefly rolling off of her to let her press her legs together so he could slide down her only remaining clothes.

At last, Kyoka felt her shorts and panties go, flung aside with the rest of her clothes, and she realized that she was finally, fully naked. With a Herculean effort, she relaxed and guided Izuku back to her, feeling his hands slip down her curves.

Izuku felt as though he would never be able to breathe again as he stared at Kyoka's body, laid out for him. Her slim form was so heartbreakingly perfect, Izuku couldn't help but lower his mouth to her chest and again trail kisses across her toned belly, making her whimper, "Izuku…."

Heading that, hearing her say his name in that tone, spurred Izuku onwards. He swiftly stripped off the rest of his clothes, and Kyoka's mind screeched to a halt as she felt rather than saw his dick. Izuku has thrown his shorts and underwear aside and quickly pressed back against her, kissing her fiercely, and Kyoka could feel his cock rubbing between her thighs. Kyoka was on the verge of drooling with lust, now; the thought of him fucking her with that was utterly overpowering, driving out everything else in her mind. She didn't know how it was supposed to fit, but somehow, she couldn't imagine doing anything else but letting Izuku hold her tight while he filled her with his dick.

But Izuku seemed to have other ideas. Instead of pushing into her like Kyoka was practically begging for at this point, he shifted again, until his fingers were over her center, spreading her wet, pink center and making Kyoka moan shamelessly at how even this tiny touch was making her shudder with pleasure and anticipation.

She whimpered, "Izuku, please…"

Her cries fell on deaf ears, though; Izuku simply murmured, "Kyoka, I want to touch you. Can I?"

At those beautiful words, Kyoka forgot how to breathe. She begged, "God, yes…"

A moment later, Izuku's fingers gently and tenderly began to toy with her, and Kyoka could only clutch the blankets as her body exploded in pleasure. Izuku moved timidly at first, but as he gained confidence, his fingers stroked up and down her spread lips, making pleasure surge and flow through Kyoka's body, reaching heights she could never imagine. She writhed and shuddered as Izuku slipped two fingers into her depths, spreading and filling her slowly, pumping in and out until she could feel something in her belly starting to coil like a spring. She moaned louder, not caring what Izuku thought; all she could think about right now were those fingers, pushing into her folds and opening her wide for Izuku to fuck her.

Izuku watched Kyoka's descent in rapture. Seeing a beautiful woman reduced to begging as he held her tight and fingered her pussy nearly broke him. He loved Kyoka so much in that moment, it scared him; he loved her flushed and sweaty face, features twisted by lust and desperation while her soft lips parted to murmur his name, not to mention the way her body arched and contorted so beautifully, thighs trembling and breasts shaking as her pussy tightened around his fingers.

She was so hot and wet around his digits, Izuku trembled just thinking about what she would feel like around his cock. He murmured, "I love you so much, Kyoka…"

"Hah...love you...fuck…" Kyoka panted in reply, trembling in Izuku's arms as his fingers plunged into her.

Then, Izuku's thumb happened to brush over Kyoka's clit as he rotated his fingers, and Kyoka howled, her body going rigid as white-hot pleasure shot through her. Remembering that the walls were thin and that their friends were probably asleep, Kyoka clapped her hands over her mouth just in time, turning her cry of pure ecstasy into a muffled shout as she slipped down the pillows she had been leaning back on.

After that, Kyoka had had enough of this "not fucking her" shit. As Izuku withdrew his fingers from her pussy in concern, Kyoka met his eyes and begged, "Izuku, I can't take any more teasing. Fuck me, please."

Izuku, too, was done waiting. Every part of his mind screamed at him to take Kyoka, to fill her with his cock and make her his. He didn't want to fight it anymore, and he wanted to watch Kyoka come undone. She'd come close there, but he hadn't finished the job-he wanted to make her scream.

So without another word, Izuku lunged forwards to drag Kyoka into a fanatical kiss, stealing the breath from both their lungs as they toppled backwards.

Kyoka took a moment to gather herself, and Izuku helped her find a comfortable position leaning against the pillows. Kyoka was trembling as she got ready to finally lose her virginity. Not with fear, though; she knew Izuku would never hurt her. No, Kyoka was trembling because of how much she loved Izuku, and what he could do to her body. Kyoka never wanted this night to end.

Izuku pushed against her entrance, and Kyoka let her jacks curl over his shoulders, while Izuku' s hands held her slim waist.

Leaning in close, Izuku started to say, "Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

Kyoka nodded, and Izuku started to push. Kyoka whimpered as her pussy stretched, but it didn't hurt. Instead, it was the best thing she'd ever felt; as Izuku steadily began to slide deeper into her, it felt like Kyoka was finally getting something that she desperately needed.

At last, in a long, steady motion, Izuku's cock was fully inside her. Through the haze of mind-melting pleasure, Kyoka groaned, "Holy fuck, that feels so good…"

His heart pounding wildly as pleasure lit up his whole body, Izuku held the woman he loved tight and began to move his hips, steadily and slowly rocking back and forth.

Kyoka's thoughts vanished, replaced with love and lust so overwhelming she could only desperately cling to Izuku as his cock filled her perfectly, leaving no part of her untouched as he began to plow into her pussy.

Izuku's hands on Kyoka's waist became his anchor as his lust took over and he sped up, Kyoka's pussy squeezing his cock tightly as he slammed into her again and again. Her warm walls were like a vice around his shaft, and Izuku loved every second of it. She was so perfect, her body perfectly molded to his, it made him groan softly as he fucked her. The sound joined Kyoka's cries and moans, which she was desperately trying to keep under control with only limited success.

Izuku muttered, "Fuck, Kyoka, you're so good…"

Kyoka could only reply, "More, Izuku...faster...fuck me…"

Kyoka was in heaven. Her body was alight with heat and pleasure, her skin so sensitive to Izuku's touch that when he brushed his hand along her flank as he shifted his grip, it nearly made her cry out in ecstasy. There was just so much of Izuku, whether it was his body against hers, his hands underneath her holding her tight, or his cock filling her to the breaking point, making her stretch around his shaft so perfectly that she could imagine herself being molded into the shape of his cock.

It was everything she'd ever wanted, everything she'd ever dreamed it would be. Kyoka clung to Izuku for dear life, feeling him deep inside her, hitting spots she'd never even realized existed, but made her vision go white every time the tip of Izuku's cock slammed into them. Her body was shaking, her pussy clamped impossibly tight around Izuku's cock until every movement either of them made sent their nerves into overdrive.

Kyoka wanted Izuku close; she wanted him to be holding her tight when the spring she could feel nearing its breaking point low in her gut finally came apart. So she reached up for him even as his cock bottomed out inside her, the slap of his thighs against her filling the room. Kyoka wrapped her arms and legs around Izuku as tightly as she could, pulling him flush against her body. Izuku moved with her, kissing her passionately as his own climax started to get close.

Kyoka moaned loudly into the French kiss, pouring all the love she felt for Izuku into his lips as her mind went blank.

Pulling apart from the sloppy joining of their lips, Kyoka gasped, "Izuku, I'm gonna-"

Izuku, knowing he was at his limit too, cut her off by mashing his lips back against hers in a world-ending kiss. Kyoka's eyes rolled back as her lover tipped her over the edge, and her whole body spasmed, going rigid as she climaxed, the spring snapping at last and giving Kyoka the best orgasm of her life.

Izuku felt Kyoka's pussy clamp down even tighter on his cock, and that was too much for him, too. With a groan, he slammed his dick to the hilt inside the slim girl, and came. Hot, sticky ropes of cum quickly filled Kyoka up, though she barely noticed as she bucked in the throes of her own orgasm. Soon, Izuku was spent, and he slipped out of Kyoka and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Instinct more than anything made Izuku gather Kyoka's lithe form into his arms as she lay panting and spent, and press gentle kisses against her hair and face.

He murmured, "I love you, Kyoka."

Kyoka felt a loving smile cross her face even through the haze of post-coital bliss, accompanied by a rush of love for Izuku. "I love you too," she mumbled in response, nuzzling against Izuku's chest so happily that it made Izuku's heart melt.

Smut Over!

They lay there in loving quiet for a long while, but at last, Izuku made to get up, only for Kyoka to whimper quietly as she lost his heat.

"Where are you going?" she asked sleepily, the exhaustion of the sex and their confession finally catching up to her.

Izuku halted in his tracks, sitting on the side of the bed. He responded, "I need to get back to my room."

Kyoka roused herself, managing to prop herself up as she stared at Izuku. She didn't seem to care that she was still naked, or that he was, for that matter. She just said, "Why? Stay with me, Izuku."

Izuku hesitated; he wanted to, desperately. He wanted to slip under the covers with Kyoka, let her slot herself against him, and never let her go again. But he was still worried about getting discovered, and about Kyoka waking up and regretting everything.

He whispered, "I...I don't know."

Kyoka reached for him; her silky hand trailed down Izuku's spine, making him shiver. She told him, "It's okay, Izuku. There's nothing to be afraid of...and I need you, please. Stay here, with me."

Izuku blinked in surprise. "How did you know I was afraid?" he wondered, turning to face her.

Kyoka's smile was somehow both sleepy and perfectly understanding. She replied, "Because I know you, Izuku, and I know how you can be afraid of disappointing others."

Kyoka's words made Izuku tense a little; was he really that transparent? How did this girl he had only known for two weeks seen through him like that?

Then again, Kyoka wasn't just some girl, was she? Izuku loved her, and she loved him. It only made sense that they would understand each other like that.

Izuku was sorely tempted to relent then, to turn around and go to bed with the woman he loved. But Kyoka's words had dredged up something else, a question whose answer he needed to know first.

Quietly, he asked, "Will you be disappointed, if I say no? Will you hate me?"

Kyoka slipped closer, her hands trailing over Izuku's shoulders, her lips brushing over the hairs on the back of his neck. She whispered, "No, Izuku. I could never hate you. I wouldn't be disappointed either, because I'd know you did it for a good reason, but that doesn't stop me from wanting you here, with me."

Izuku let out a soft breath. "Okay," he decided, "I'll stay."

Kyoka smiled as he turned, and slipped into bed alongside her. She wriggled into Izuku's arms as they encircled her, the feel of his hands on her smooth, bare waist comforting and calming.

Kissing him one last time, Kyoka said, "Thank you, Izuku. I love you."

"I love you too," Izuku whispered as he laid his head on the pillow. Then, at last, they were asleep, Kyoka's head resting on Izuku's chest.

It was the best night's sleep either of them had had since they started UA.