Izuku had a dozen reasons to be nervous. And all of them were all centralized over his girlfriend. His literally smoking hot girlfriend that had been making his life as a sexually awkward teenager all the more sexually awkward with the sheer amount of teasing she did. His phone had a folder. That folder was called Moe. In that folder was a lot of risky pics of his girlfriend. Some of them even had clothes.
One of his favorites was of her laying in bed, the covers barely covering her breasts, leaving a long curvy slice of her body from her armpit all the way to her thick thighs exposed to him. He was also fond of one where she asked him what bra he liked, and all the other outfits she sent him via text. But, the outfit she was wearing tonight, he only had the slightest hint of. It was a kimono, there was orange and black involved, and she was wearing sandals.
It was the first weekend of summer vacation, and there just so happened to be a summer festival for both of them to enjoy. So yeah, he was meeting his girlfriend, for a date, she was going to be wearing a kimono. And then. When then, afterwards, apparently, he, well, he was going to go home tonight.
Not if what Moe was hinting at was right.
Izuku looked around the crowd, trying to spot Moe in the middle of the crowd should be easy, especially with how her hair glowed when she wanted to show off, and he had no doubt that's exactly what she wanted to do to him. Or at least he hoped so.
"Hey there, Deku." He could hear the smile in the cultry tone of her voice sending a shiver up his spine as he turned to face Moe. Instead of finding her, she found him. And he found her beyond beautiful. Her large sharp tooth smile blasted away any nervousness he had and the spark in her eyes reminded him that as much as he loved her, she returned those feelings. Her greenish flaming hair was pulled into a uhh, well he couldn't call it a bun, rather it looked like a flame held in place by two pins in her hair, the usual long strand of hair that fell between her eyes was on full display as well, it's embers outshining everything around her.
Her kimono was the complete opposite of traditional. Most girls opted for floral, or scenic with light soft colors that were just subtle and vibrant. Moe looked like she walked up to a seamstress and said 'Put some flame on this bitch.' The top portion of her Kimono was pure white, a dangerous gambit considering how she was holding three dripping meat kabobs in each hand, a black and orange stripe outlined the folds of her kimono and a black belt with orange flames was wrapped tight around her waist with a red string tied around it purely for show. The bottom of her Kimono was fire. Red flames went nearly up to her hips and even clung to the bottom of her sleeves.
In short, Moe looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Here." She stuck her hand out and offered him a dripping meat kabob with several green vegetables stuck between the bits of meat. "These are yours."
"Umm, thanks." He took them, still staring at her with wide eyes. "You look. Umm. Yeah. Just wow."
"Hmm," she took a bite of her own meat kabob and spun around, showing off how her kimono hugged her figure and the back of her ensemble. "Thanks, I was hoping you'd like it. This is the kimono I'm going to wear at our wedding after all."
"Wha-"
"Come on! Let's go explore the festival!" She pulled on his arm, somehow easily taking another carnivorous bite of one of her kabobs. She had such a great big smile on her face that Izuku couldn't help but smile right back at her.
"But, hey, what was that about a wedding?" He asked, stumbling after her.
Moe just turned to him, taking a now far more dignified pose and smiled at him. "As if you're not dreaming about that."
"You're the one that brought it up." He took another bite of meat and half glared at her.
"Hmm, I suppose I did," she shrugged and nudged his arm. "I wonder what that could mean?"
Before he could answer she pulled him down a set of stalls, pulling him from one attraction to the next, the pure happiness she emitted, the closeness of her and the way the entire crowd just faded away into the background so every moment felt like it was just him and her was intoxicating. He really wanted to spend the entire night with her.
"So," he felt her fingers entwined with his, Moe's eyes flashing towards his for just a few moments as she bit her lips, then looked up towards the fireworks lighting up the sky. The sleight height advantage she had on him was shrinking by the day. Even with the festival going on around them, even compared to the fireworks lighting up the sky, nothing compared to that small, almost innocent smile Moe had on her face. "You wanna go back to my place and fuck?"
Did he say innocent?
He meant a smile so lewd and lecherous that it could rob a nun of her virginity.
Still in the face of such a question, Izuku could only think of one thing to say. "No one else is home, right?"
"Nope." Moe whispered, leaning in to give him a long not entirely decent kiss on his neck. Her breath touched his ear and he felt his entire body fill with more teenage hormones than he ever got as a teenager. Did he just become a man? "So that means we can find out if you can make me scream. You will make me scream, won't you?"
He let go of her hand, bent down and swept Moe off her feet, quickly pulling her into a princess carry and ran off with her.
"Woah! I didn't mean like this!" She was laughing and screaming the whole way to her home.
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Now that he was actually inside of Moe's room, sitting on her bed, watching her door as he waited for her to show back up into her room, all of that horny energy that had brought him here was now just stirring inside of him as a vortex of awkwardness. Seriously, what was he supposed to do? They were going to have sex. For the first time. He was going to have sex with Moe. And he was still fully dressed. Should he be fully dressed? Moe liked muscles so maybe he should take his shirt off or something to flex?
Would Moe want to undress him? He kind of wanted to undress her. Okay, he really really wanted to undress her.
Izuku bit his lip and stared at that door, focusing all he could on the signs of movements from within the house. He could hear her footsteps, as dainty as a linebacker trying to do ballet. A few breathless moments later and she appeared in her doorway. Her outfit was exactly the same as it had been earlier. Really it looked like everything the same. Not that that was bad, but then why did she need to get ready?
"Do you know," her hair seemed to flare as she spoke, her breath a siren's call of pure sexuality if he ever heard one. She posed against the entrance way, one hand extending all the way up and the other moving down her kimono in a way that made sure he was paying attention to all the important bits. "The best part about wearing a kimono?"
"That you look absolutely amazing in them?" That statement was both the truth and should score him some brownie points.
Moe smiled sweetly at him and took a few, sexy steps towards him, her bare feet gracing the carpet of her room while she pulled on that red string around her waist. She slowly pulled the string, unraveling it inch by inch while she moved her hips side to side to some music inside Moe's head. "Hmm, close, but nice try. No, the best part is~"
She finished pulling that red string. "How much fun they are to take off."
The thick black flame belt that pinched her kimono to her slender waist came loose. And the rest of the kimono along with it. It fell off of her body like a sheet of water against a window, pooling at her feet and revealing her firm naked body to him. Those large round breasts of hers that he had spent far too much time fantasizing about and had even felt a handful of times were staring right out at him, Moe's back arched back in pride showing them off in all their glorious splendor. Those were the breasts that could make any man a breast lover. And were likely why Izuku himself was so fond of them.
But Moe's fully nude body didn't stop there. The slightest bit of muscle could be seen on her stomach, giving her slender stomach some definition, and made her wonder how she had such a narrow waist. Though, he supposed that it wasn't that her waist was narrow, rather that her hips, those wide, full, pale hips of hers that strained every pair of pants, shorts, skirts, and swimsuit he'd seen Moe wear, were just that wide. Not to be outdone, her thick and powerful thighs that made a perfect pillow despite being able to crush a watermelon were on full display as well.
"Though, I'm starting to think your reaction is just as good." Moe placed one hand on her hip and looked at him with one raised eyebrow. "Well, your smoking hot girlfriend is standing here completely naked." She pulled on the pins in her hair and let it down. "Why the hell are you still dressed?"
Izuku had never taken his pants off so fast before. He rolled back, his hands on the hem and used Moe's bed to spring himself forward while taking his pants off and then tossed his shirt to the side in a heartbeat. He didn't remember taking that extra step towards Moe, but all he knew is that a moment later he had one hand on her chest, the other on her hip and his lips on hers.
One of Moe's hands went to his back while the other wrapped around his rock hard erection and began to stroke him softly. Moe's hands, much like all of her, was warm to the touch. He moaned at the sensation, and into their shared kiss, feeling her entire body press up against his while they stood there trying to get closer and closer.
"Izuku," Moe said, softly, parting for just a moment. "I bet that you'd feel good. Really good. Inside of me." She paused, stopping to look down at his dick, and bouncing it on her hand. "You're big too, but you have a nice shape. I think I'm going to like having sex with you."
"Have you ever done it before?" He half gasped, at her touch and moved to kiss the nape of her neck once more, feeling the way she shivered at his kiss. "Sex, I mean?"
Moe gave a soft moan, and shook her head. "Unless you count my vibrator, you're going to be my first. Though, I have watched a lot of porn. A lot, a lot of porn. Have you watched any?"
He nodded.
"Good, I think. So." She moved her hand away from him and pressed her chest up against his, his dick being pushed down between those warm soft thighs of hers. She kissed him again, moaning and grinding against him, and leaving him speechless when she pulled away for a gasp of air and to whisper to him. "How do you want to do this?"
"How do you want to?" He asked, one hand of his squeezing her round firm butt.
"You ever see porn where the guy picks the girl up and fucks her against the wall?" She asked looking towards a rather barren part of her wall. "That always sounded so fucking hot to me. And the idea of you doing that."
He felt something wet drip onto his shaft between Moe's thighs.
He didn't need to be told twice. With both hands on her ass he pulled her up, earning another gasp from Moe, followed by the feeling, that oh so amazing feeling of her legs locking around his waist as he moved towards that wall. Moe's weight was nothing compared to all the training he did with her, nor was it even a match for one tenth of how turned on he was right now.
He had never really thought about sexual positions before, but now, hearing what made Moe wet, he couldn't help but agree with what she said.
Moe's arms were around his neck, holding his head to hers as her back pressed against the wall, her kiss was even hotter than before and he could feel just how turned on she was by this. She moved one hand down between them, somehow finding his dick and aligning it just so. Entering Moe, the first real act of sex was something he had never felt before, she was tight, squeezing him hard as her hips moved just the slightest bit before she stopped and laughed.
"I was right," she whispered, head against his shoulder. "You do feel good, Izuku." She slowly ground her hips against his, the little movements sending sparks up her spine, making her moan lowly. "Now, hurry up and fuck me so hard that I'll need to think of an excuse as to why I can't walk tomorrow," she ordered.
He obeyed, thrusting in ever so slightly. That felt good. That felt really really good. "Like that?"
Moe gave a low moan, her sharp nails digging into his back as she moved to kiss him, smashing her lips against his. She pulled him as close as possible, breathing in his scent as they kissed heavily. She pulled away for a second, catching her breath, and stared into Izuku's bright green eyes.
"Deeper and much harder, Izuku," she mewled as she reached up the back of his neck and pulled him towards her for another addicting kiss. "I want everything," she whispered as she gently bit his lip.
Whatever hormones that had been racing through Izuku's veins nearly doubled right then, just from Moe's sultry tone and choice of words. Immediately, he pressed into her harder, forcing her flat against the wall, and quickly picked up the pace. His thrusts grew long and deeper than Moe would have expected from him, not that she was complaining, her mind currently undergoing a full wipe from the pleasure.
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Izuku kept up the pressure, his trained and toned muscles roaring as his hormones fueled his rapid movements. He paid them no mind, focusing on the stunning look on Moe's face as he fucked her senseless, elation flooding him as her eyes rolled back and her body shook with pleasure.
He gasped deeply when Moe clamped down even harder on him, her own toned body wringing him for everything he could give her.
"M-Moe?" Izuku gasped out as he felt his boiling need rapidly grow. "I'm gonna-"
Her eyes snapped back up to his, and Izuku could have sworn he saw fiery hearts in them as she focused on him.
"Do it. Give me everything~" she moaned out, her breath short, her heavy chest rising and falling rapidly.
Izuku's body wasn't holding back and answered her plea with gusto. His legs tensed, and he felt the lightning shoot through him, his eyes slamming shut, the bright and unrestrained look of love in Moe's eyes burned into his memory. He slammed her down into his lap one last time.
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Moe's core was ablaze with energy as Izuku slammed home, reaching her deepest corners, stretching her entirely. A low moan from his lips, and his powerful tensing inside of her, followed by white hot liquid making her wonderfully full sent her over the edge again.
"Izuku!" She managed to squeal out as she pulled him as close as she could, her core rocked by another explosive orgasm, her nails digging into his back as she twitched from the white hot lightning running rampant in her system.
She kissed him like her life depended on it, and felt her body finally relax from the high that Izuku had brought her too. Her stomach felt like it was on fire with his white hot sperm still inside of her. He slowly let her down, her feet touching the ground for what felt like the first time in forever. Every part of her body was tingly and warm and she just wanted to kiss him.
"I love you," she muttered in between wet sloppy gasping kisses. She kept touching his face, those freckles, his own smile. "I love you so much."
"Yeah," Izuku nodded, his large rough hands felt so good as he rubbed her back gently. "I love you too."
"Good," she placed her weight against him and nodded towards her bed. "Let's cuddle in there and watch something for a bit yeah? And then, round two."
"Uhh, how are we going to explain that dent in your wall?"
"Uhh, ehh, fuck it, I'll just tell my mom you fucked me good."
"What?"
"What? Why do you think it's so easy for me to get them out of the house?"
AN: I'm back bitches!