...told y'all it was in the works. Enjoy the chapter.
Thanks for the good time! Let's do it again sometime. Here's a little something to remember me by~!
-K
Izuku could barely comprehend the text despite having read it over 50 different ways at this point. The previous night had to have been a dream. There was no other explanation.
And yet.
Here he was, sitting up in bed, and rereading the text as well as its accompanying picture.
In it, Kayama-sensei's legs were spread wide, and a forest green vibrator was touching her clit. Her mouth was open in obvious pleasure, and while he couldn't tell whether she was in the middle of orgasm or hadn't quite reached it, the idea of either was still incredibly hot to him.
It was quite obvious that the events that had led to this picture being on his phone couldn't have been faked. He had fucked Kayama-sensei silly and she was looking forward to the next time she could get her hands on him.
It took all of Izuku's willpower not to start jerking off right then and there, but he had to start getting ready for the day. Instead, he shot back a quick text - Thank you, Kayama-sensei. When should we meet again? - and hopped out of his bed, ready to start the morning.
His mom had already begun making breakfast, as it turned out; some western-style scrambled eggs and bacon that smelled absolutely divine. Without a word, he began to help his mother set the table. She flashed him an appreciative smile which he returned with gusto, and between the two of them, breakfast was ready in no time.
"I'm still so proud of you, Izuku," said Inko as she began to eat.
Izuku couldn't help but blush. At heart, he was still a mama's boy. "Thanks, mom. I couldn't have come this far without you supporting me, so you deserve some of the praise, too."
Inko looked like she was about to cry again, but she managed to hold back the dam for now. Izuku figured that she decided crying at his graduation was enough for a while, and privately he agreed. "Oh, Izuku. You're going to be such a great hero, I know it."
Izuku allowed himself another smile and offered more words of thanks to his mom. The conversation died for a bit as the two finished off their breakfast, but the silence was comfortable. Izuku enjoyed spending time with his mom, and he knew she felt the same about him.
Inko was the first to speak up. "Oh, Izuku! I know you'll probably go on a run today, so could you pick up some pork from the store? I wanted to make you katsudon sometime this week."
Izuku nodded. "Of course, mom! I'll get some on the way home."
"Thank you, honey."
"It's already two o'clock?" Izuku raised a hand to block the afternoon sun from his eyes. He would usually be finished by now, but his workout had taken a bit longer than usual. Without his mom to distract him, his mind wandered. The warm sensation of Kayama-sensei's slick folds... the way her lips looked around his cock… the way she talked to him… It all felt so surreal.
"I can't believe I hooked up with Kayama-sensei… and she wants to do it again!"
When he finally reached the front doors of the convenience store, his phone buzzed in his pocket. As if she was summoned by the hardness he could feel in his shorts (which was a pain to hide), it was a text from Kayama-sensei.
I'm free next Wednesday, Izuku. Meet me at around 7PM? ;)
He texted back a quick affirmative before turning his attention to the store. Many visits made him familiar with the place, so he grabbed the pork without an issue. However, on the way to the lane with the scanner, he passed an aisle he had only a passing familiarity with. His face turned scarlet as memories of half-forgotten sex-ed classes - taught by Kayama-sensei - resurfaced in the forefront of his mind. If he was having sex now… then he needed these, right? Right.
I can't believe I'm about to buy condoms.
Embarrassed, he took the pack he knew would fit him best and stowed it away near the pork as discreetly as possible. When he checked out, he made sure the box was hard to see in his plastic bag. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
He turned to walk out the store, only to be greeted by the sight of a blonde woman struggling with a ton of bags in each hand. She was clearly stubborn, Izuku noted, as he could hear grunts of effort coming from her even from his distance. As she made her way slowly towards the door, Izuku made his decision.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, walking closer to her. "Can I help you with those bags?"
"What the - ?" she turned to him, recognition in her eyes. His own eyes went wide. "Izuku-kun?"
"B-Bakugo-san?"
She laughed. "I told you before, call me Mitsuki. What's up though, kid? Your mom send you to do some grocery shopping?"
He nodded. "She wanted to make katsudon, so I had to pick up some pork." He hid the bag behind his back as stealthily as he could. There was no way he wanted her finding out he was buying condoms!
"Yeah, sounds like your mom! But I guess you don't mind, since you love that shit, ha!" She shuffled around a bit more, her arms straining under the effort of carrying so many bags. Izuku suddenly remembered what he was there for.
"Uh, since we're going in the same direction, I can take some of those for you." He held a hand up before she could voice the disagreement he could see forming on her lips. "Please. I insist, Mitsuki-san."
She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Fine, Izuku-kun. Help me lighten the load a bit."
He took more than half the bags - constantly training to make sure his body could keep up with the strain of One For All meant that what was heavy to most felt like nothing to him. He walked behind Mitsuki, arms full of groceries, as she chatted to him about this and that on their way back.
As they talked, Izuku couldn't help but find himself appreciating Mitsuki. Her jeans hugged her lower body quite nicely. God, she had an amazing ass, and her hips were no joke either. Her skin was flawless, too, likely a result of her Quirk at work. Every so often, she turned back to him with laughter in her eyes, and Izuku couldn't help but be entranced by her. She was beautiful.
He swallowed. He was going to have to relieve himself quite a bit tonight.
When they got to the Bakugo residence, Mitsuki led Izuku through the door. "You can just throw the groceries on the counter. I'll put 'em away properly."
"No, it's fine," Izuku insisted. "I can help you put them away! Just show me where everything goes."
Mitsuki huffed, but she looked more amused than annoyed. "Jeez, kid. Always the hero, huh?" She let out a sharp bark of laughter and shrugged. "Fine. Bring that stuff into the kitchen."
"Got it!"
While he was glad he had helped her, part of him couldn't wait to go home. He had almost turned into a stuttering mess once he had started trying to calm down his raging hormones, but that didn't stop the blushing whenever she looked at him a particularly way or said something that could reasonably be passed off as flirtatious. He jsut hoped she hadn't noticed.
"Yeah, just over here is- shit!"
Izuku didn't know how fast it happened. All he knew was that one second Mitsuki was falling, and the next he was across the kitchen with Mitsuki in his arms. She was lighter than he expected, and warm too. But above all, she smelled amazing. He stared at her for what felt like ages, trying to resist the urge to take a deep breath of whatever perfume she had on.
"Are you okay?" he finally asked after the long pause. He asked her if she was okay.
She snapped out of whatever reverie she was in and shook her head. "Y-yeah…" she answered, looking to the side. Was she feeling okay? Her face was a little red. "Just slipped on some water is all." She stood up out of Izuku's arms and dusted herself off. "I've taken harder knocks in my lifetime."
Izuku sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. I'm glad that wasn't worse than it was."
"Yeah," she replied. THen she looked at him and smiled. "Thank you for everything today," she said, and Izuku felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. Her features were softened, her eyes full of gratitude, and all he could feel was a strong desire to kiss her and then to bed her.
Izuku felt his face flame up again, and it was his turn to look to the side. "N-no problem, Mitsuki-san. I'm glad I could help you today…" he trailed off. Then his face instantly lost all color, and his eyes widened in horror.
No!
"Izuku-kun? What is it?" Her voice gave away her worry, but Izuku wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was looking at the bag he had dropped in his rush to catch her.
The bag with the now visible condoms in it.
"Are those… condoms?"
Izuku froze up. Fuck. "N-no! Y-yes! Well, I can explain!"
She started laughing before he could do so. Her laughter reminded her of Kacchan in that moment, but where his would have probably been derisive, hers was so full of genuine amusement that he couldn't muster the will to be mad at her. He was still embarrassed as hell, though.
"Izuku," she started, talking through her laughter. The lack of honorifics caught him off guard. "You're an adult now. Far be it from me to judge you for engaging in adult activities - at least your being safe about it." She crossed her arms under her chest (which did some very interesting things to her tits) and smirked. "I don't have to worry about you like I do that knuckleheaded son of mine. And if you're worried that I'll tell your mom, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."
He felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you so much, Mitsuki-san."
She waved his gratitude away. "It's no big deal." She eyed the box with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Still though, these are pretty big. You packing heat down there, Izuku-kun?"
"M-Mitsuki-san!"
She laughed again, and what a beautiful sound it was to hear (even if it was at his expense). "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Have fun with these, Izuku-kun." She seemed to remember something then. "Hey, why don't you come over tomorrow?"
Izuku blinked, all notions of embarrassment having left him. "Really?"
"Yeah, really!" She smiled at him again. "The hubby's out of town, and my asshole kid is staying with that girl from Shiketsu, so I'm kinda lonely, haha!" She rubbed the back of her head - the embarrassment was on her end this time, it seemed. "Plus, it was fun catching up with you like this, and you know Katsuki. He wouldn't talk to me about his school year in-depth. I'd like to hear more from you over dinner… if you're okay with that, that is!"
This was almost too much for Izuku - his childhood friend's hot older mom was inviting him over for dinner tomorrow. Was he suddenly in some sort of 18+ doujinshi like Mineta would read? (In private, Izuku would too.) Still, despite the fact that she wasn't coming on to him, he could still have dinner with her. It would be nice to talk to her for a bit, as she had proven to be an interesting conversation partner today. "Sure, Mitsuki-san. I'll come over!"
She clapped her hands together. "Great! Be here at 6 PM, Izuku-kun!" She turned to the groceries then, and shooed him off. "Now go home. I gotta put this shit away!"
He nodded, eager as hell to get home. "Have a good night, Mitsuki-san!" he yelled as he walked out, the door closing behind him.
"You too, Izuku-kun!"
Wow, Izuku thought as he began his trek home. Am I lucky or what?
